Message-ID: <10733eli$9804291430@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Crimson Dragon Subject: {ASSM} New: Time Out Of Time - Chapter 73 (Mf+, bdsm, exh, nc) [73/??] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980429024812.23346.rocketmail@send1a.yahoomail.com> This story is full of all sorts of perverse and unlikely things. It includes all sorts of bizarre things, which happen to turn some people on. Things like bondage, non-consentual sex, exhibitionism, and even incest. Minors need not apply. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200. Delete from incoming box. (Like you'll listen if you're a minor... but at least you've been warned). If this kind of writing causes you discomfort, if it bothers you or is even likely to bother you, please don't read it. Consider yourself warned. If you read it despite all these warnings and are offended, what the heck are you doing? Give yourself a shake. I guess I should point out that this story is fictional. I have never figured out time travel and if I did, I suspect I wouldn't misuse the privilege nor would I engage in non-consentual sex or incest under any circumstances nor would I counsel anyone else to do so. These are bad things. Any resemblance to persons living or dead are purely coincidental. Also, let's be clear about this. Archiving of the story is OK. But charging money for it (including charging for access to any archived copies) isn't cool. Needless to say, giving me credit for the story is not an option. This work is copyrighted by the author subject to the above stated conditions. This is a work in progress. I will continue posting it as long as there is interest (both yours and mine). Any comments, good or bad, are welcome. Suggestions for the storyline are also welcome. I'd like to thank Rowan for her excellent feedback and commentary on the story thus far. She's now putting her talents into proof-reading the story, and for this I'm appreciative. Hopefully, this will help keep the story lines lively, interesting and entertaining. If you are still with me, read on and please enjoy. - crimson ---------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 73 - Time Out Of Time ---------------------------------------------------------------- By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) ---------------------------------------------------------------- I poked my head into the master bedroom as we passed. Sheila was still fast asleep in the bed. She'd pulled the covers over her as best she could with her one free hand. She'd tucked the cover up under her chin. Her slow, steady breathing visible even through the covers. The covers hadn't quite covered her legs and feet. And with her right wrist bound to the bedpost, she probably couldn't fix it herself. I slipped in and arranged the cover to cover her bare legs and feet. She mumbled something in her sleep, but didn't wake. I returned to the hallway. I silently closed the door, letting her sleep. Jane and I walked back to the main floor in silence. We stopped at the base of the stairs. "Wrists." "Please. You don't need to ..." she began and then realizing the futility of that decided to simply raise her arms for me. I slipped the steel bands closed around her wrists. In resignation, she simply let them fall in front of her. "Just feeling antsy." "Uh-oh." "Don't worry. Your skin isn't in danger. Need you fresh for our friend Evan. You feel like relaxing for a while?" "What did you have in mind?" She smiled mischievously. "Not that. Go on. Go back to your patch of sun." "Really?" "Yeah." "I'm offering myself to you, and you are sending me to my patch of sun? Goddamn. I'll never figure out the male of the species. What are you going to do?" "I think I'm going to go off and play with Amy and Elizabeth." "Oh. God help them." I aimed an easy slap at her bare ass but she twisted and got it on her thigh instead. She yelped. She stuck out her tongue and scampered back to the dining room and her bay window. I walked back into the living room. Amy was still listening to music. I walked over to her and gently lifted the headphones from her head. She looked up and smiled at me. "At least you didn't deafen me this time." "You ready?" "For what?" I slipped the headphones over my ears. Thunderstruck pounded into my head. You've been ... THUNDERSTRUCK. I slipped the headphones off my head and looked at her quizzically. "What?" she asked. Completely confused. "Thunderstruck?" "Yeah." She smiled at me. "Never would have figured you for that kind of music." "I wouldn't have guessed you'd recognize it either." "You ready?" "I guess. Where are we going?" I guided the naked girl to her feet. "Oh no. Playing?" I nodded. "Wrists." She obediently gave me her wrists. I unlocked the left wrist and pulled her arms behind her. I relocked them. "You don't have to ..." but she trailed off when she noticed that her hands were going to be bound behind her no matter what she thought of the situation. I guided the pouting girl to the library. Elizabeth and Christi looked up from their respective books and noticed Amy with her hands bound behind her. Christi spoke up. "Break over?" "Not for you. You are going to need your strength for later." "I am? How's Sheila?" Noting the way the conversation was going, Elizabeth put on a resigned face and gently closed her book. Carefully marking her spot. I continued to speak to Christi while I recuffed Elizabeth's proffered wrists behind her. "Sheila is sleeping pretty soundly. She'll be alright. If she wakes up, you or Jane should go and make sure she's alright. Try to get her to rest. She needs it. By the way, you have an appointment with the Judge later." "Oh God." She gasped. Misunderstanding. Thinking that I was going to let the judge have her for a while. "No. No. Perhaps I should rephrase that. The Judge has an appointment with you. And Jane. And Sheila. I'm guessing that he ain't going to like it much. For now, keep out of that room. Okay?" "Other than that and these," she rattled her handcuffs, "I'm free?" "Yup." "Thank-you," she whispered. By this point, Elizabeth's wrists were securely fastened behind her. Her face registered disappointment, but she knew better than to complain. I took Elizabeth and Amy by the arms and gently walked them to the front hall. I opened the front door and walked the two of them out into the bright sunshine. Amy was bouncing her hands behind her, purposely making the chain between her wrists jingle. I sort of liked the effect. We walked through the gardens with the girls silent in front of me, their bare feet walking free on the path to the front gate. When we reached the front gate, Elizabeth's curiousity got the better of her. "Master? May a girl speak?" I smiled. I was wondering how long her curiousity would be held in check. "Sure." I answered the bare girl. She'd stopped walking and she was facing me. "Whose Sheila?" I almost laughed. I guess I was so used to the fact that Sheila was around, that I hadn't considered that Amy and Elizabeth both didn't even know of her existence. "A new girl." "Five of us now?" "Sort of. I doubt if I'll keep her." "Lucky her." They didn't know the circumstances here. I sobered. "Not really." I refused to say any more. Noticing my change of mood, Elizabeth wisely changed the direction of the conversation. "Can a girl ask where are we going?" Elizabeth spoke again as we passed through the gate. "You'll know when we get there." Elizabeth sighed as I guided the women to the left. Amy followed in silence. Actually I hadn't planned on taking them too far. Just to the neighbour's. However, with the size of the lots in this area of the city, it took us about ten minutes to make our way to the next house. But we weren't walking very fast. The girls enjoying the sun on their bare skin. I stopped the girls in front of a much more modest house than the home we had just left. It was a two story house, painted yellow, but without the grounds or obvious wealth associated with the last house. As we approached the front door, Amy spoke up. "Why are we here?" I answered her. "Just exploring." "You aren't going to hurt us?" "Not yet, darling. Not yet." Elizabeth shivered. The mailbox read, 'The Johnsons'. I tried the front knob. Locked. I idly wondered if anyone was home or not. I left the two bound girls on the front porch and wandered around the back of the house. The gate was unlocked. The house had a large backyard bordered on one side with a stone wall, facing the Mayer residence. The Johnsons had a small swimming pool and a back deck. Modest. I tried the back doors. They were standard glass patio doors. Locked as well. I wandered back into the yard and found a large rock. Not elegant, but I couldn't see any way for my time abilities to help me get into a locked house directly. I threw the rock through the back door. Glass all over the place; on the deck, on the kitchen floor. I carefully picked my way through the jagged glass and into the house. I concentrated and removed the time bubble from around the door. The glass magically reattached itself and mended the door. End of glass problem. I would normally have just left the destruction, but the girls would have been in some serious danger in their bare feet. And I had no intention of punishing them by making them walk over broken glass nor was I about to allow them shoes. I glanced around the kitchen. It was a nice size. There was a pretty woman working at preparing some meal on the counter. Twenty something. Perhaps very early thirties. I walked through the house and opened the front door from the inside. Elizabeth and Amy were still waiting quietly on the front porch, sitting on the rail. "I heard a crash." Elizabeth spoke to me. "Back door." She looked down at her bare feet as she stepped across the threshold. "Glass?" "I cleaned it up. Your pretty toes will be fine." "And here I was thinking you were finally going to let me wear shoes." I laughed. Amy smiled at me as she stepped inside. "Anyone home?" "There's someone in the kitchen." I took the pack from Elizabeth's bound fingers and rummaged. Finally I selected a short length of chain and connected Elizabeth's and Amy's wrists with it and a pair of padlocks. The girls stood quietly back to back. I ran the chain into the front closet locking it to the hanging bar. The girls watched all this in silence. When I was done, Elizabeth spoke up. "Proud of yourself?" "Yeah. Actually." "You realize that we'd have stayed where ever you put us without the need for any of this." "Yup." "Why then?" "I wanted to." "I see." But she still didn't understand. I guess I couldn't blame her. I turned away from the girls and walked up the stairs. I could hear Amy and Elizabeth softly talking as I moved away. Not much else to do when you are chained up. I wandered through the house. No surprises like at the Mayers. No locked rooms. No hidden abused sex slaves. Nobody else home. The last door on the right held a small child. Asleep. Less than a year old certainly. There was a huge poster on the wall above the child's crib with a picture. Like what you could get at the photo development places. Blown up to poster size with a likeness of the kid. The word across the bottom, in fancy script, was 'Autumn'. Didn't quite know what that was all about. I closed the door and wandered back to the women. "Anything interesting?" Amy spoke. "Please. Can't you let us out of this?" She rattled her wrists against the chains. "We'll be good. I promise." "How good?" "I'll do anything you want. You know I will." "Would you threaten an infant?" "Huh?" "If I gave you a knife. Would you threaten an infant?" "You have to be joking." "Not really hurt it. Just pretend like you would." "Whatever for?" "Would you?" "I guess. As long as you didn't ask me to really hurt it. That I couldn't do." She was serious. She'd take whipping until she died, but she wouldn't hurt a child. That was fine. I didn't want or expect her to. "Hmmm. Wait here." I was actually surprised that she agreed to do it this easily. Perhaps her lesson from yesterday had sunk in. "Where am I going to go?" The girls went back to whispering. Probably trying to figure out what the hell I was up to. I wandered back to the kitchen where the woman was working at preparing that food. I laid the gun out on the kitchen table and sat in a chair. I concentrated and released the woman from the time freeze. "Ms. Johnson, I presume?" She whirled at the sound of my voice. A large knife held out in front of her. "Wh-who the hell are you? How did you get in here?" "Who I am is unimportant. I broke in." I smiled, thinking about how I had quite literally broken in. I was still somewhat amazed that the doors were back to an intact position. Or more correctly, a more intact time. This time stuff really took some getting used to. The woman began to shake from the adrenaline rush I'd given to her. "Wh-what do you want?" "I just want to talk." "We don't have anything in the house. I swear it. Please just go." "What's your name?" "Why?" Her eyes followed as I idly picked up the gun. "Karen. I'm Karen Johnson. Please," she quickly blurted out at the sight of the gun. "Why aren't you at work, Karen?" "I'm on maternity leave. Please what do you want?" "Your son or daughter upstairs?" "Oh God. Please," she began to scream. "AUTUMN. Oh God. What have you done to her?" I tried to calm the frantic woman. "Calm down. I haven't touched her. That's her name. Autumn? That's very nice." "Oh God. Oh God. Please don't. Please. Why?" "Karen. You'll wake her up." I lied. "What the hell do you want? You bastard." Karen began to advance on me with her knife. "I swear. If you hurt her. I swear to God. I'll kill you." "I'm not going to hurt her. But you might want to reconsider coming any closer with that knife. You wouldn't want Autumn to be motherless, would you?" Her eyes widened. "Come on, Karen. Bringing a knife to a gunfight?" "Oh God. Please what do you want? I'm so frightened." "I know you are. Karen. You have to listen to me. Put the knife down." She closed her eyes. Realizing the futility of the situation. She carefully put the knife down on the counter. "You are going to rape me. Aren't you?" "Is that what you think?" "Why else would you be here? We don't have anything." Her eyes lit up as she lied to me. "Listen. You know my husband is coming home. Right? Soon. It's only fair to warn you." Even if I hadn't stopped time, I would know she was lying. I idly wondered if there even was a husband. I'd find out. I just sat there quietly thinking. The woman stood in her kitchen, her eyes darting around trying to determine if she could escape or not safely. Get to her child. "Karen?" "Yes," she answered a bit dully from the other side of the kitchen. "You can't escape. At least not without getting really hurt. You don't want to piss me off. Do you? Will you do what you are told?" "I don't know. Depends on what you want me to do." "Will you take off your clothes for me?" "I. I guess. Please. I don't want to be raped." "I know. Nobody in their right mind does. I'm not going to rape you. I promise." "Then why do you want me to take off my clothes." "I'd just like to see your body." "Oh God." "Will you?" "You won't hurt me? Rape me?" "Not if you do as you are told." "Okay. I'll take them off. Oh God. I'm not wearing anything underneath." "Don't worry. I don't mind. And if it's any consolation, I was going to strip your underwear anyway." "Oh my God. I can't do this." "We could go get Autumn, if you prefer." Her hands stole to the base of her sweatshirt. She closed her eyes, tears beginning to form there. In one fluid motion, she pulled her top over her head. True to her word, her bare breasts sprang into view. She had small breasts. Small nipples which stood erect probably due to her fear. She pleaded with me. "Please. I can't. Please just let me get dressed and go. I swear. I won't tell anyone." Yeah. And as soon as I left, she'd be calling 911. She had no idea that it would do her no good. Nobody moving about to answer 911 calls. I motioned for her to continue. Tears now falling like rain from her eyes. She closed her eyes again and hooked her fingers into the waistband of her track pants. She slowly lowered them to her feet and stepped out of them. No panties either. "Socks too." She bent at her waist and peeled the woolen socks she was wearing from her feet. She had a nice body. Not unpleasant on the eyes at all. Especially for a recent mother. "Turn around." Her face flushed, but she did as she was told. After a complete revolution I ordered her, "Kneel." She fell to her knees on the tile. "Please. What do you want?" "I have what I want. You." "Oh God. Please. I'm a recent mother. Have some mercy." At her last words, I narrowed her time bubble and she lapsed into silence kneeling immobile on the floor. I wandered back to Amy and Elizabeth. They were both pulling on the chain holding them to the closet. "She's a mother for Christ sakes." Elizabeth exploded. "Don't you have any compassion." "I haven't hurt her yet." "Making her worried sick about her kid and stripping her naked isn't hurting her?" "Perhaps you'd like to join her?" Elizabeth went white, but bravely continued. "I'm not a mother, but I am naked. I know what it feels like. Humiliation to the nth degree." I began to free the girls from the connecting chain between them and the closet. Soon they were only held by the handcuffs behind their backs. "Come on." I grabbed Elizabeth by the upper arm and propelled the struggling girl to the kitchen. Elizabeth stumbled along. Her eyes widened as she saw Karen kneeling on the kitchen tile. I sat her in a chair and began to tie her into it. Spreading her legs and tying them securely with the soft cord. Elizabeth squirmed but by now was used to being tied up in revealing positions. She cried out a bit as I tightened the rope on her right ankle. She squirmed in her ropes, but didn't complain. I knew that I had her a bit tighter than I normally would have tied her. I wandered back to the front hallway. Amy was still standing there. Nude. Hands cuffed behind her. Waiting. I released the cuffs. "Can I ask what you did to Elizabeth?" I nodded. "She's just tied to a chair. Nothing bad." "Are you going to hurt us? Her?" "The ropes are probably uncomfortable." "I see. What do you want me to do?" She was rubbing her wrists. "Go upstairs. Get the baby. Be careful with her. I don't want her hurt. Her name is Autumn and I just want to scare the mother. That's all. Try not to wake her. You know how to carry a baby don't you?" Amy nodded. "You are a bastard. You know that? Threatening a child." "I just want the mother's cooperation for a few minutes. That's all." "What are you going to do to her?" "Make her scream." "Oh God. That will wake the child you know?" "Not if she's in slow time, it won't." "You bastard." Amy turned on her bare heel and headed upstairs. I followed. When we reached the baby's room, Amy walked in giving the typical female "Awwww. She's so cute." "Go on. Get her. Try not to wake her up." I released the sleeping child from the time block. She resumed breathing quietly. Amy gathered the child, blankets and all, into her arms. Actually smiling. Probably forgotten the purpose of all this. We returned to the kitchen. _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |