Message-ID: <12059eli$9806102147@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Crimson Dragon Subject: {ASSM} New: Time Out Of Time - Chapter 99 (Mf+, bdsm, exh, nc) [99/??] 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: <19980610220241.6202.rocketmail@send1e.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. If you are still with me, read on and please enjoy. - crimson ---------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 99 - Time Out Of Time ---------------------------------------------------------------- By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) ---------------------------------------------------------------- I turned away from the tortured girl and crouched down beside Christi. "You fucking bastard," she almost spat at me. "I know. I know. She was getting willful again. I had to stop her before she got out of hand again and I really had to punish her." "She's just a girl for Christ sakes. She didn't deserve that. Nobody deserves that. No matter what you think she did." "Bet she tattles next time." "Christ. I guess so. Have to remember not to tell her any of my secrets." "I guess." "She'll be alright won't she?" "Yeah. She'll hurt for a few hours. But there won't be any lasting damage." "There will be. It just won't be physical, you fuckhead." "Christi? You are never going to get used to this, are you?" "If I do. Shoot me." "I don't blame you for being angry." "That's very fucking big of you. Jesus Christ. What is it with you today? I mean. We didn't do anything to deserve this. We've tried. Our goddamn best. To do what you want. Why?" "She stepped over the line," I gently told the upset girl. "Her actions were tantamount to attacking me. You know that ain't allowed. I have to punish that. Or the next thing I know all of you will be attacking me and I'll eventually have to really hurt someone to stop it." "We are people. Human beings. Please. I don't want to be treated like that." "I know you don't, sweetheart. And if you behave, you won't be." "I don't want to live like this." "Sweety, you don't have a choice." "Don't I know it." The tears began to fall from her eyes. Her whole body shaking as she knelt. Quietly sobbing. I let her cry for a minute and then leaned forward and kissed her forehead gently. "Come on. Let's make life a little better for you. Okay?" "What are you going to make me do now?" "Get dressed. How's that?" She closed her eyes. Trying to will away the tears. "Why me?" she finally asked. Her eyes finding mine. "Because you've been cooperative and you've been around the longest." "Oh. I've almost gotten used to being nude. I don't even remember what clothes feel like." I smiled at her. "So, what are you going to let me wear? Lingerie?" She made a face. It looked like her cry had loosened her up a bit. Not nearly as upset now. "Actually, I was thinking something a bit more casual." "Casual?" "Yeah. What kind of jeans you normally wear?" "Levi's. But ..." "But?" "If you want me in good jeans, I wouldn't mind trying some of those Guess Jeans. This store doesn't carry Levi's." Female to the core. "You shop here?" "I've been in here before." Her tears had dried up. She was consciously trying to avoid the sight of Amy curled up with Jane, trying to ease her pain. Try to concentrate on what I wanted. Avoid any punishment. I stood up and extended my hand. Christi took it and rose to her bare feet. "You are actually going to let me get dressed?" I nodded and led the baffled woman to the shelves of jeans. As we approached, she seemed to forget her earlier hate of me and a smile actually began to form on her lips. She stepped towards the racks and she began to finger the denim. Searching for her size. In moments she had pulled two pairs of jeans from the rack. "Can I get some panties? They are just over there." She pointed to some straight forward briefs over on the other side of the store. "I think you are okay without them." She flushed and nodded. Given the choice of one or the other, I figure she'd have picked the jeans every time over panties. She didn't have much choice. She was probably disbelieving that I was about to allow her pants. She could live without the underwear. She made to walk towards the change room. "Christi?" She turned. Looked at me quizzically. "A change room? Why?" I almost laughed. Her face broke out into a smile and she almost laughed as well. Looking down at her bare body. I watched as she slipped the first pair over her legs. Pulling her long legs into the pants until her bare foot protruded from the bottom. Balancing on one leg, she pulled the other leg over her foot. Soon she was pulling the denim up over her hips. She buttoned the pants and looked at me hopefully. Hoping that she'd be allowed to keep them. Other than a robe this was the most clothing she'd been allowed since I met her. "How do they look," the topless girl inquired of me. "They are alright." She actually looked stunning in them. I wasn't aware how alluring simple jeans could be on a mostly nude woman. She just stood there and waited to find out what else I wanted. I just looked at her for a moment. "What's that?" I pointed to the other pair of jeans she was holding in her hands. "Another pair." "Why?" "In case these were too big. Depends on the make of jeans what size I am." "Try them on as well." "These fit fine." "Try them on." Her eyes welled with tears as she realized that she'd have to go through the whole procedure of stripping and reclothing again in front of me. For some reason this bothered her whereas her complete nudity over the last few days didn't. I suppose she was the only girl who had never had to strip more than a robe off her body for me. I'd found her nude which started this whole time line. She closed her eyes and obeyed. She unbuttoned the jeans and slowly slipped them down her legs. Revealing her pale skin to me once again. She stepped out of the fabric, simply leaving them on the floor. She then repeated the procedure, pulling the other pair of jeans over her slim legs. The next pair were a different style. Slimmer. Hugged her legs more. The waist was certainly tighter. She had a bit of trouble pulling the denim over her hips. But it was just the fit. They weren't too small on her. Probably would have been easier pulling them over panties, her bare skin catching a bit at the fabric as she tugged at them. She buttoned the jeans and lowered her eyes. Slowly turned herself for my inspection. God, she looked stunning. And no panty lines. The new jeans looked a lot better. I told her so. "Wow. You look fantastic." "I figured you'd prefer these." Despite her somber words her mouth curled into a smile. Still appreciating the comment despite the circumstances. "Do I get a top as well? Or do I just walk around like this?" She spread her arms out to the sides, thrusting her bare breasts out. I left her standing like that for a moment. Still stunned by the beauty in front of me. Topless. Barefoot. And in blue jeans. Calvin Klein? Model this girl and believe me, you'd sell jeans. "Pick out a top yourself. Keep in mind, I don't like it, you just might spend the rest of the day that way." "I don't mind, you know. I've been naked too long to mind going topless." "I know. Find a top." She scampered to obey. Running her fingers over the sweaters and blouses. Occasionally stopping and holding one up for my inspection. Holding it against herself for me to see. I turned as she moved around the store. Furrowing her brow. Searching. Shopping. Finally I left her to her own devices and walked back to Jane and Amy. Amy was still crying, but the intensity had drastically reduced. Jane just looked up at me as I approached. Not saying anything. I crouched down and asked Jane, "How is she?" I was truly concerned. I'd been a little rough with her and she just simply wasn't used to it. "She'll be alright. She hasn't said much, but she doesn't seem to be in as much pain." I ran my hand down through her dirty blonde hair. Kissing her forehead as she wept. Amy just looked up at me with pleading in her eyes. "Please. No more. Okay? Please?" "Amy, sweetheart, I'm not going to hurt you anymore. Honestly. I don't think you need anymore? Do you?" "Oh God. No. Please. It still hurts." Her fingers were still pressed between her legs. Her handcuffs impeding her a bit. Thighs pressed tightly together. "You going to be alright?" "I'd be better if you hadn't whipped me." "I know. I know it hurts. I'll let you rest for a while more." "Thank-you," she whispered. Meaning for the extended rest. Jane just watched this exchange, still cradling the girl. My attitude moving to kindness and concern seemed to reassure the trembling girl in her lap. Amy didn't seem as frightened. Her trembling seemed to have reduced and her tears almost stopped. She looked up at Jane, still gently stroking her hair. "Jane?" "Shhhh." Jane shushed the hurt woman. I was standing up. I only half paid attention, my eyes searching for Christi through the store. Not locating her right away. "It hurts. God it hurts." "I know, baby. It'll fade. I promise. I've been through it too." "How. How did you? Deal with it?" "Shhh. I can't tell you that sweety. You have to figure out how to deal with it yourself. You don't want to deal with it my way. You'll be alright. It'll fade. I promise. It must be fading already." "A bit. I guess. I never ..." Her voice faded as I walked away from the girls, searching for Christi. My guard suddenly up. She was free. No restraints at all. "Christi?" I called out softly. "Over here," came the immediate reply. I carefully walked over towards the sound of her voice. Readying the time defenses in case she had found a weapon. She was innocently sitting cross-legged on the hardwood in front of a display of sweaters. Her fingers tugging at bright knits. Just doing what I told her. I relaxed. "What?" She looked at me with bewildered eyes. Realizing that I was on edge before I'd relaxed. "Just didn't see you." "I'm sorry. I just sat down her to see all these sweaters. Aren't they gorgeous?" She held up a light red sweater against her naked torso. Thrusting her breasts out to emphasize how it would look on her. Completely unconcerned that I was worried about her. Not even crossing her mind that I had thought she was escaping or planning an attack on me. I nodded dumbly. "I couldn't decide. I will if you want me to, but I thought I'd give you a choice. Red sweater, or silk blouse." She held up a maroon silk blouse in her other hand. "They both will look good, I think." "Take your pick." "You won't punish me for picking wrong?" "There isn't a wrong one. Relax." "I don't suppose you'll let me have a bra?" "Do you think you need one?" She smiled and dropped the maroon blouse on the floor. She slipped the sweater over her head. Settling the knit over her nudity. Adjusting the garment over herself. Around her waist. It looked stunning on. She looked like a teenager, but she looked stunning. I was pretty sure that she'd picked the sweater for its covering value, since the silk was a bit sheer, but it didn't matter. She filled out the sweater without a problem. Her figure obvious underneath it. The sweater fit a bit tightly, but that was the style. It was supposed to hug her body like that. Again she turned for me, awaiting my approval. Praying that she wouldn't have to take it off and model the silk as well. She completed her slow turn. "Well?" she demanded. "You look stunning. I should let you wear clothes more often." "I'd like that," she smiled shyly. Covered for the first time in days. Hidden. "How do you feel?" "The jeans are a bit tight, but I don't imagine that you'll let me change back to the other pair. And it feels really really weird not having underwear on. Especially here." She pointed to the sweater at about her nipple level. "Come on, then. Time to get moving. If we can get Amy on her feet." "Sir?" "Yes?" I turned back to the clothed girl. "I just. Wanted. To thank-you for letting me get dressed. It. Feels really good," she said haltingly. "You are welcome. Don't get used to it, but I like seeing you in this. I might keep you in it for a while." "One more thing?" "What?" "Please. If you don't want me in them just say so. I won't press. But. Shoes? Socks maybe? Please? I've been in bare feet for so long. I. I would kill for a pair of running shoes. Even high heels. Whatever you want." I smiled at her. "Christi. Honey. I know you want them. I don't blame you. I would too in your position. Let me think about it. You don't really need shoes. You look pretty without them." She briefly looked disappointed, but then looked down at her body again. Probably shocked not to see bare breasts and legs, but a sweater and jeans. She pranced over to me in her bare feet and hugged me. Gave me a quick kiss on the cheeks. "Maybe I can earn shoes later?" "Perhaps," I grinned at her. I grasped her wrist, unusual to touch fabric there, and guided her back towards the other girls. When we arrived, Amy was sitting up. Quietly talking to Jane. Both girls sitting cross-legged. Not caring about their exposure. I couldn't quite make out the conversation. Probably just talking about Amy's recent ordeal. I was concerned about her. She had been the first girl I'd ever really whipped between her legs. I knew it had had to really hurt. I was hoping that she'd make it through alright. I crouched in front of her. Noted that her bound hands were no longer pressed desperately into her crotch. She lifted her hands from her lap to allow me to check her. I traced some of the welts running up between her legs. My finger touching some of the worse ones on the inside of her thigh. "That one," she gasped. "Really fucking hurts." I must of caught her unexpectedly hard on that angle. Not sure why. The rest of the welts had already begun to fade. I looked up at her. Her face was flushed, but she held my gaze. Used to me being able to touch her whenever and wherever I wanted. Sitting still for the humiliating inspection. "Amy? How are you feeling?" "Damn lousy, thanks to you." "You learned your lesson?" "Oh God. Have I." "Can you walk?" "I. I think so. You aren't going to punish me any more?" "You have something else to tell me that deserves punishment?" "No." A bit sullenly. "Come on them. I promise not to punish you again until we get home." "Oh shit. What have I done this time?" "Nothing yet." "God. I'll behave. I can't take that again. Please." I rose and extended my hand to her. She grabbed on with both her bound hands and climbed a bit painfully to her bare feet. She now tried to keep her feet slightly apart as she stood. Trying to ease any contact with her vulva and thighs. I helped Jane to her feet as well. At this point, Jane noticed Christi. Her eyes opening wide. "Oh my God. You look gorgeous. He let you dress?" Amy glanced over with a look of undisguised envy. Her eyes widening as well. Christi just smiled. Running her hands down her top and the hips of her jeans like a model on a runway. Christi spoke. "He'll let you dress sometime soon as well. And he's already told me that I'm not going to be allowed them long. But it feels so good." Jane turned to me, longing in her eyes. "Please, Master? Can a slave beg you to allow her clothes. Please. Please. Please." I just looked at her. Another one. Four days ago, this girl couldn't imagine herself standing in front of some guy begging and pleading for something as basic as clothing. She noticed that I wasn't outright refusing her. She dropped to her knees and began to inch her way over to where I was standing. Not caring what she looked like or how humiliating it was. If she managed to plead her way into clothing, she simply didn't care. I let her approach. "Oh God. Your slave is begging you for clothes. She'd do anything if you let her dress. I. She would. Anything. Just for a while. She'd take them off whenever you said. Please? Please?" Her voice had dropped to a whisper. "What would you do for clothing?" I asked the groveling woman. I was aware that I hadn't really demanded anything from Christi. In truth I wasn't going to demand anything from Jane either. Just different clothing. But it would be interesting to know how far she'd go for something as simple as clothing. "Oh God. Anything. What do you want me to do? I'll make love to you. Right here. Gladly. In front of Christi and Amy. I'll give you the best damn blowjob ever." "Maybe later." "Oh God. I'll make love to anyone you want me to. I'll. I'll have sex with any woman you want. Pick one. I'll have sex with her. Please. I'll masturbate for you." Her hands were around my thigh and she was teasing me through my jeans. Pressing her hair against me. I gently touched her head, pressing her back. Forcing her to drop onto her haunches. She swallowed and placed her hands on her knees. She closed her eyes and spread her knees a bit apart. Letting me look at her. I looked at her face. "Jane? How far would you go to get clothes?" "Anything. I swear it." "Would you act like a pet for me? Crawl home?" "If I had to. You could make me do that anyway." "I could make you do anything without giving you clothes. What do you have to bargain with?" Tears welled in her eyes. "Your slave. She doesn't have much. She'll give you anything you want. Please? I know you don't have to care about me, but I'd be so happy if you just. Let. Me. Cover myself. Just for a while. Please?" "How about slave talk until I tell you otherwise." She looked confused. "I. I mean. This slave will do that. Gladly. All you had to do was tell her you wanted it." "Would you whip Amy again? Between her legs." I glanced over at Amy who had gone pale. Beginning to glance around wildly with her eyes. Looking for an escape route. If she was going to get punished anyway, she might as well have a reason. For now, she just balanced on her bare feet and stayed where she was. "Oh God. This slave really doesn't want to do that. Please don't make her do that. Not for clothing. This. This slave doesn't want clothing that badly if she still has a choice," Jane spoke quietly from her knees. "I thought you were willing to do anything." "Nearly anything," she corrected herself. "I. This slave would do anything involving herself and yourself. And maybe other people. If she has the choice. Please. I. This slave just wants some simple clothing. Some dignity. For a while. Please?" Such a simple request. Something so taken for granted in her other life. Being allowed to cover herself. Wear clothes. I crouched down in front of her. She gazed back at me. The helpless girl looking at her Master. Her eyes teary and a bit frightened. Not quite knowing what she'd gotten herself into. _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----