Message-ID: <11679eli$9805272320@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Crimson Dragon Subject: {ASSM} New: Time Out Of Time - Chapter 89 (Mf+, bdsm, exh, nc) [89/??] 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: <19980528011500.8738.rocketmail@send1d.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 89 - Time Out Of Time ---------------------------------------------------------------- By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) ---------------------------------------------------------------- Jane took a deep breath as we entered the kitchen. "Thank God that that is over." Christi echoed the sentiments. The two bare girls walked slightly ahead of me as I gently guided them into the library. Elizabeth was bent over her classic quietly reading. She looked up as we approached. "You handled our host?" I nodded. "Tough?" "On Sheila mostly. She's pretty upset." "I can imagine. Can a slave ask a question?" I nodded. "Am I going to be left here or going with you on your shopping expedition?" "You don't want it to be a surprise?" "Not really. You've come to get me for one or the other." "Come on." She carefully closed the book, slipping a small piece of paper between the pages. Marking her spot. It occurred to me that there was little point in reading in this timeline. She'd just forget it when I returned her. I guess that didn't stop any of us reading in the prime time line. No guarantee that we'd remember any of it in any afterlife, if there even was an afterlife. She almost pranced over to stand in front of us. "Ready and willing," she spoke jauntily. I guided the three bare women upstairs. We all entered the master bedroom. Elizabeth's eyes widened as she noted Sheila bound to the bed. "Master?" Sheila's voice rose from the bed. "Yes?" "Are you going to release me now? Please?" I looked at her. "Sheila, honey, you aren't in any shape to be walking around shopping. You need rest. I'm going to leave you bound here until I get back." "Oh God. Please don't leave me tied up here. I'll be good. I promise. You don't have to tie me up. I hate it. Please. I'll do whatever you tell me." I leaned over and kissed her forehead. "Not today. I want you restrained while we're out." Tears had begun to form in her eyes. But she nodded. Accepting her bondage. "Master?" she had almost whispered. I turned back to the bound woman. "Please. My right wrist." I glanced up to her bound wrist. "It's tight. Please. I know you don't have to care. But. Your slave begs you to loosen it. It. It's cutting off her circulation. She'd be so grateful if you would retie it. She tried to adjust it, but it just got tighter. Please?" Sheila had fallen into slave talk. It had been a while since I'd heard it used. At least seriously. But I supposed that Sheila probably had had more time to master it than the others. I couldn't imagine Mayer letting her speak normally all the time. He had controlled so many aspects of her life. Then again, he'd let her use cutlery whereas I hadn't. I kissed her wrist. Her hand looked like it was having some circulation problems. It was getting tinged a little blue. I turned to Jane. Our resident knot expert. "Jane? You want to do the honours?" She nodded and stepped forward. Sitting down beside Sheila, talking quietly to her as she worked at the bonds. I heard Sheila sigh as her hand was released, sharply bringing in her breath as the circulation returned. I checked the rope work as soon as Jane was finished. It was secure and not nearly as tight. Sheila's wrist could now rotate in the rope but there was no way even her small hand could work it's way out. And there was no way for her to reach the knots either. "Good job, Jane." She smiled at the compliment. I turned back to Sheila. "You alright other than that? Anything else falling asleep? You might be there a while." Sheila pulled gently against the ropes holding her. Wiggling her toes. She shook her head. "I'd be better if I wasn't tied up at all. But I guess I'll be okay. My feet are going to fall asleep, but I think they'll be fine if you aren't gone too long." She sighed. Resigned to her bondage. I turned back to Jane. "Feel like tying up another girl?" "Not really. But I will, of course. Who?" I pointed to Elizabeth. The bare girl paled and began to protest immediately. "Please. Sir. I. You don't need to tie me up. I'll just sit quietly and read. Honestly. I won't wander around if you don't want me to. I'll be good. Please don't tie me up again." I looked at her. I could tell that she really didn't want to be bound. I'd been lax with all of them as I'd dealt with the owners of the house. They had all enjoyed relative freedom. At most a pair of handcuffs adorning them. Free time. Time to themselves. Almost privacy. Suddenly they were being asked to give it all up again. It was going to be hard on them. Almost like I'd just captured them off the main timeline again. "No Elizabeth. I want you bound as well while we are out." "Oh God. Please. I'll do anything you want." "Would you rather be gagged as well? Then I wouldn't have to listen to these protests." "Oh God. Please no. I. I'm sorry. I would rather not be gagged. If I have a choice anymore. Please." Elizabeth had sunk to her bare knees on the carpet. Tears beginning to form as she realized that her freedom was about to be taken away again. I just watched her struggle with the knowledge for a moment and then look up at me. "Where?" "Huh?" "Where are you going to tie me up?" "In here. If you behave and don't end up being gagged, at least you'll have someone to talk to." She nodded. Miserable. "How?" "Huh?" "How do you want to tie me up, dammit?" she swore in her frustration. Tears beginning to form in her eyes again. "Elizabeth?" She paled. "Oh God. Please don't punish me. I apologize for losing my temper. I. Please. How do you want me tied, sir?" She swallowed. Hoping that her anger hadn't bought her a punishment. Nothing she could do about it now, though. She'd just have to suffer if her mouth had gotten her in trouble again. "On your front, Elizabeth." Obediently, she dropped to her hands and knees. Rocking forward and pressing her bare body into the carpet. Lying prone. "Hands behind you." She whimpered but placed her hands behind her back, crossing her slender wrists. I motioned for Jane to secure her. Jane picked up a short length of rope left over from tying Sheila and wrapped Elizabeth's wrists, lashing them together. "Cross your ankles." Elizabeth crossed her bare ankles, not so silently waiting for the rope. "Sir? Please. You don't have to do this. I. I'll behave. I swear it." "You are already misbehaving by trying to get out of this. You know that I want you tied up." "But why? I haven't done anything." "You don't need to do anything. You know that. This isn't a punishment. If you were being punished, you'd know it. You just look pretty that way. Now. Do you want to be gagged as well?" She shook her head. Afraid of saying anything further. Jane had finished binding her ankles. I spoke to Jane. "Elbows and connecting rope. Hog-tie her. Make sure she's as comfortable as possible. She's going to be in it for a while." Jane bent to her task. I simply sat back and watched the girl work. Slowly, Elizabeth become more and more immobile. She grunted a couple of times as her elbows were secured, but she didn't have the bravery to actually complain any further. She'd been gagged before. She wasn't fond of it. Finally Jane rose to her feet and nodded that Elizabeth was secure. Elizabeth was lying on her front. Her arms secured behind her back. The rope work was intricate. Her elbows. Her wrists. Her ankles crossed and bound. A rope looped back between her ankles and her wrists, bending her legs back. Her bare feet in the air. Squirming. Her back was arched slightly with the tightness. Her bare breasts almost lifted off the carpet, but not quite. Her knees had spread involuntarily to reduce the strain on her body. She was going to be one sore lady by the time I released her. I crouched down and double checked the ropes. Secure as always. Jane apparently wasn't in the mood for a punishment either. I bent down and looked into Elizabeth's teary eyes. Touched her face. "You alright?" "I've been better. Can I speak?" "Not if you are going to beg to get out of this. You are staying in this until I decide to let you out. End of discussion." "I know. Please. I'm just not used to it. Please don't punish me. Don't gag me," she whispered. "Unless you do something else to deserve it within the next three minutes, I won't gag you. You two can talk while we're gone. Okay? I just wanted to know if anything was going to cause problems. Circulation problems over the next few hours." She cringed as she heard the words, realizing that she was going to be in this uncomfortable position for hours. "I. I can't tell yet. I think I'll be alright. Sore as hell at the end, I'm sure. But I'll survive. Why do you like doing this to us? You won't even be here to look at me." Her tears overfilled her eyelids as she thought about the unfairness of this. "I don't know. I really don't." She just lowered her head to the floor and sighed. "Get something for me?" "What?" "You are going shopping, right? Get something for me?" I smiled. Just like a woman. I halfway suspected that she was missing going shopping more than bothered about being hog-tied, naked for hours. She wiggled one of her bound bare feet. "We'll see." I stroked her face and then rose to my feet. She craned her neck trying to follow my movement. Gave up and just looked at the carpet beneath her. I ushered Jane and Christi out of the room. I glanced back at Elizabeth. I couldn't imagine what she must feel like. So helpless. But yet so beautiful. Sheila. The same. More comfortable. But bruised to hell and back. Still beautiful in the ropes that held her body. I heard Elizabeth begin to talk to Sheila, "Well, Sheila, it looks like we're going to be here for a while. Lucky us. May as well get to know each other. We've slept together after all ..." her voice beginning to fade out as I moved down the stairs to join Christi and Jane kneeling quietly at the foot of the stairs. I left the girls kneeling in the foyer and stepped into the living room. Amy was in her usual position. Lying on her back on the sofa, eyes closed, headphones playing. I walked over to the stereo and flipped off the amplifier. Her eyes popped open as her music died. She sat up and took the headphones off her ears. "Free time over?" I nodded. "Well?" "Well what?" "Do I get the pleasure of going shopping, or the pleasure of your ropes?" "Maybe both." I pressed the CD eject button. Lifted the small circle of light. Enya. I switched off the unit, the red numbers fading into oblivion. "Yeah. I broke down. Listened to it." "Tired of Twisted Sister?" She made a face. "AC/DC. There's a bit of a difference. By the way, that Enya stuff is pretty good. I didn't think I'd like it." "Wait until I tie you down and force you to listen to Country and Western." "Oh God. Please no. I'll do anything to avoid that torture." "I hear you. I don't think I'm that cruel. Perhaps if you try and run again. Now there's incentive to be good. Hands behind you." She took a deep breath but moved her hands to behind her back. I moved over to her and she twisted to allow me access to her wrists. I slipped a pair of handcuffs onto her and she gasped as the cold metal touched her skin. She didn't protest as I'd expected. Just sat quietly on the sofa, legs together, waiting for my next instruction. "Feet." She lifted her bare feet, carefully holding them together. I looked at her puzzled, finally realizing that she'd mistaken the order. Thought I was going to cuff or tie her ankles as well. "No. To your feet. Stand up." She flushed, and lowered her legs. She stood up. I guided her to the front foyer where Jane and Christi were still waiting on their knees. I spoke to them. "Hands behind you. Same as Amy." They rose to their bare feet and allowed me to handcuff them all. No protests. I opened the front door and they followed me out to the front porch. I admired their bare bodies as they moved outside. The sun reflecting off of them. Still sparkling from their shower. I shrugged and left the front door wide open. Who was going to break in? Find the two nude beauties bound up for my pleasure in there? It kind of felt odd walking away from the house, leaving it unlocked. Unprotected. Especially knowing what the house contained. Specifically Elizabeth and Sheila. But I suppose that it was one of the side benefits of this timeline. Not much crime beyond whatever mayhem I managed to cause. "Okay, girls. Lead on to the nearest mall. Drug store. That sort of thing." Jane turned to me. "Sir? We don't really know the area. We don't know where the nearest mall is." "Well, I guess we will just wander around until we find one. It's not like we are short on time or daylight." She swallowed. "One more thing?" I nodded to her. I might indulge her. "Can your slaves walk on the grass? Please? It's so much easier on the feet than asphalt. Have you ever walked on pavement in bare feet?" "I have half a mind to have you crawl." He face clouded. Frightened. Not sure what they'd done to inspire my wrath, and afraid that her tongue was about to get them all in trouble. She just begged. Hoping that would appease me. "Please. Master. Don't make us crawl. We'll gladly walk on the pavement if you want us to. I was just asking, in case you didn't care. Please. Please don't punish us," the suddenly frightened girl's voice fell to a whisper at the end of her plea. "You may walk on the grass for now." Her face brightened a little. Realizing that I was just tormenting her a little. She thought for a second and managed to organize her speech. "This slave. Thanks you." She scampered over to Amy and Christi who were just waiting silently up ahead. I couldn't hear her voice as she whispered to them, but they had a worried look on their faces, probably as Jane related my mood, and then a little happier when told that they could walk on the softer grass. I caught up to the bare girls. "You want to be out here all day?" I asked them. Jane swallowed and answered for them. "No sir." And the girls began to walk, moving off to the side into the green grass. I walked about five paces behind them. Admiring the view. Just enjoying the way their bodies moved. The way the steel cuffs jingled softly against their skin. Watching their bare female feet, painted toenails, whisking through the dewy grass. Aware of my presence, the girls didn't chatter much. Just raising their faces and enjoying the morning sun as we walked. Almost ignoring me. About an half hour later, Jane spoke again to me. "How about that one?" She indicated a shopping complex with a nod of her head. It looked fine to me. Didn't look too crowded, but by the advertising signs outside appeared to have most of the types of stores I wanted. Our small group walked in that direction. The girls wincing as their feet struck the pavement of the parking lot. It had been a long time since I'd had any of them in such a public place. I could almost sense as their discomfort grew. Feeling their nudity, bordering on exhibitionism. But not being able to do anything as we slowly made our way past men and women, wheeling shopping carts, baby carriages and high school kids cutting class. I had to open the door and hold it for the girls, their hands not being particularly useful still cuffed behind them. The bare girls and I filed inside. We had to let our eyes adjust to the darker interior of the mall. It was a standard strip mall. One floor. A multitude of specialty shops. Shoe repair. Fabric places. Women clothing. A grocery store near one end. A video store. Jewelry shops. Jane was the first the speak. Braver than the rest. As usual. "M-master? Can this slave ask what we are shopping for?" "You want to eat, don't you?" "Yes sir." "I thought we'd grab some food before the kind Mayers run out of the basics. And I thought that we might do a little other shopping." "For other women?" I smiled. Perceptive. As always. "Perhaps. But I think we ought to get the food first. What do you think?" Jane silently nodded. Her bravery run out. I herded the bound girls towards the far end of the mall. Dodging the odd pedestrian. The mall wasn't particularly crowded at this time in the morning. I took note of some of the shoppers. Families. A couple of late high school girls caught my eye. Frozen talking to one another as they strode down the hall. A young mother, wheeling her infant in a carriage. Talking to it, by the look of things. A family. Boy. Girl. Mother and father. Almost looked like tourists. A clerk in a jewelry shop caught my eye. Blonde. Athletic looking. I listened to my charges' bare feet against the tile as they walked down towards the grocery store. The girls stopped in front of the entrance door. Helplessly looking at the automatic door. "Come on. We don't have all day. Get in there." I admonished them. Christi looked at me. "Sir? But the doors are automatic. They aren't opening." "I don't want to hear any excuses. Get in there." Her eyes welled up with tears and she walked towards me instead of the doors. "Please," she whispered. Really frightened by my sudden change of mood. "You know we can't get in without help." She gently rubbed her bare breasts against my arm. I reacted. Of course, I reacted. "Please. If you are looking for someone to punish, you know you don't need a reason. You can punish us anytime. For anything you deem fit. Please. You don't need to torment us with this." Her eyes were the perfect vision of helplessness and frustration. I gently moved her away from me. Tears still falling silently down her cheeks. Her hands moving ineffectually behind her, wanting to brush the tears away, but unable. Amy and Jane were standing by the door, looking frightened and helpless. I let them wait there for a few moments and then released the auto doors from the time block. The heat sensor sprang to life, sensing the warm girls standing in front of it. The doors slid open. Relief flashed across the women's faces as they realized that punishment, whatever I was planning for them, had been staved off for little while at least. _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----