Message-ID: <12087eli$9806121119@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Crimson Dragon Subject: {ASSM} New: Time Out Of Time - Chapter 100 (Mf+, bdsm, exh, nc) [100/??] 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: <19980612025751.7181.rocketmail@send1b.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 100 - Time Out Of Time ---------------------------------------------------------------- By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) ---------------------------------------------------------------- I silently rose and helped the frightened girl to her bare feet. She stood uncertainly waiting. Not sure what she was going to have to do for me. Whether to even expect punishment. I let her worry and gathered up the other women and the toys. Christi looking like a completely different woman in her jeans and sweater, bending to gather up the stray restraints and putting them back into the pack. I pressed the refilled pack into Amy's fingers and the girls filed back out into the mall. Christi made to latch onto the cart again. It seemed so odd having her clothed and still so obedient. I stopped her with a touch. I spoke to Jane, who had resigned herself to failure. She'd humiliated herself for nothing. Except perhaps punishment for her actions later. "Janey?" "Yes sir?" she replied a bit sullenly. Disappointed. "Come on." I turned to the other two girls. "Stay here?" Amy and Christi both knelt on the tile. For the first time, Christi had knelt in her jeans. Protected from the cold of the tile. Not feeling the tile directly beneath her bare knees. I took Jane's hand, her face a mask of bewilderment. Hand in hand, we stepped into Holly's. The clerks were all middle aged, four of them hovering around the few shoppers frozen in the store. None particularly attractive. Jane turned to me, "You brought me in here to tease me, didn't you." "Whatever do you mean?" I asked innocently. "You are going to make me pick out something to wear and then make me carry it back or something. Just to torment me for asking, aren't you?" She actually was pretty perceptive. The thought had crossed my mind. "If I am, is there anything you can do about it?" I pointed out. She shifted her weight from foot to foot. Tears almost breaking free of her eyes. "Please? Look at me?" She stood with her hands at her sides. Unashamed of herself. I stood back and gazed at her nude body. I certainly didn't mind the view. She continued. "You've kept me like this for days. Naked. At your whims. I've done everything I can to indulge you and your sick games. I've tried to keep to my end of this bargain. I. I don't really mind that much, as long as you don't force me to torture other women. I don't even mind it when you torture me. I can even handle the constant sex and pain. But. I'm a person. You know? I'm Jane. I'm here. I have needs. I have wants. I. I can't be a slave. Not all the time." Tears had begun to fall down her pretty face. Still gazing at her I couldn't help but notice how attractive she was. Especially this almost silent crying. She haltingly continued. "I don't even care. If. You keep me naked. I'll display myself forever for you. It's a lot better than some of the stuff you make me do. I'll gladly fuck you. I'll have sex with whoever you want. Including myself. I just don't care anymore. But. Please? Please? Don't tease me with this. I don't know if I can take this. Don't make me pick something out and not allow me to wear it. I feel like I'd just fall to the floor and cry. Please." She was already crying. I stepped over and embraced the girl, letting her cry on my shoulder for a while. Finally, the shakes departed from her small bare body. She stepped back. Again, arms at her sides. "I'm only seventeen. I'm just not prepared for this. Please?" I'd decided long ago that I wanted her in evening wear. Her small speech actually didn't affect my decision. Though, to give her credit, I had considered doing exactly what she was describing. Though I had no idea that it would have affected her this way. It was just another torment to me. I suspected that I'd about pushed the girls as far as I could today. I had to get them home and relaxed. Let them shower and have something to eat. Maybe watch a movie or something tonight instead of tormenting them. "Jane. Honey. I wasn't going to do that to you." "You were. I could see it," she was right. "Please. I don't deserve this. Either make me go nude, or let me have something to wear. I. Care. But I don't. Please?" I stepped over to the shaking girl and kissed her forehead. "Come on. You get to wear something. I won't guarantee for how long, but for now." Her face brightened. "You aren't going to take it away before I can wear it?" "No." "Oh God. I can't believe it. What do you want me to wear?" "Evening wear. Black. Nothing too fancy." "I. I've never worn anything like that." "Nothing? Not even to a wedding?" "My prom hasn't even happened yet. Not that anyone would take me." She shook her head as she spoke. That, I didn't believe. Christ, all the boys in her school and a fair number of girls would probably be aching for this beauty if they could see her now. I pointed to a rack of sheer black gowns. Jane practically ran over to them and began to run her fingers through them. Finally, she selected one and held it up to her bare body. Looking for approval. I nodded. She hunted a bit more and found her size. She looked at me, smiling. She glanced at the price tag and gasped. "What?" "You realize that this thing costs fifteen hundred dollars?" "Aren't you worth it?" I asked with a big smile on my face. "I suppose underwear is out of the question." I almost laughed. "What do you need underwear for?" "Actually, because without it my nipples are going to be ... a bit ... visible. I guess that sounds dumb. Considering." "Put it on. Let me see you in it." She slithered the dress over her head, stretching her body deliciously as she did. The black dress settled over her. Strapless. It hugged her young body. She twirled, the hem rising as she did. She actually laughed at the sensations of the fabric on her body. She finally faced me. Held her bare arms out. "Well? Can I keep it?" "You like it?" "It wouldn't be my first choice. I'd prefer to be in jeans and a sweater, but if this is my choice, it fits and is relatively comfortable." She added an afterthought, "Though a bra and panties would be nice." The hem of the dress fell below her knees. The bust of the dress was held up perfectly by her unfettered breasts. Low bustline, but that didn't bother me. Her natural resiliency of her breasts was sufficient. She really didn't need a bra. Despite her plea for a bra, her nipples were covered and not all that visible. You could make them out under the fabric, but not if you weren't looking for them. "You look ravishing." She blushed. Slowly turning again. Her dark hair complementing the dress. It was really hard to picture this woman nude, on her knees. Or whipping a cashier's bare breasts. Or tied to a clothes rack, naked in front of her father screaming as her breasts were cropped. She had been transformed into a perfect lady. Hard to even think of her as a sexual slave. "Master?" she shyly spoke. "This slave. Is grateful." Her eyes downcast. The words coming from this ravishing creature in front of me just about drove me nuts. She hadn't forgotten that she was still under my power. Her slave talk was a carefully calculated move to ensure that I knew. So that I might not feel the need to have to strip her as fast to reinforce her status. Smart girl. She knew what she looked like. Her words worked. I took her hand and guided her back out of the store. Christi gasped as Jane emerged in her clothing. Not having seen her in clothing since the day I took her. And certainly not in an elegant evening gown. Amy's eyes widened at the sight as well. "My God. You look stunning," Christi whispered. "She is a sight. And so are you," I answered for the blushing Jane. Jane was far more used to the clothes that Christi was currently wearing. I could see Christi wearing the evening gown more often in real life. The reversal would serve to throw them off balance further. Though I doubt if either of the girls cared. They were wearing something after all. Amy looked a little envious of the others, but she didn't dare ask for special treatment. After her punishment, I'd be lucky to hear her voice again today unless I forced her to speak. She would just try to keep out of trouble for a couple of hours. Both girls looked a little strange in the clothing without shoes, but it was kind of alluring. Just that little reminder of their status. "Does my Master want his slave to kneel with the others?" Jane whispered to me. Squirming. A bit uncomfortable being the center of attention in this unfamiliar clothing. And again taking advantage of using her slave talk to reinforce that I didn't need to strip her again; that she knew she was still a slave underneath. Though I'd love to see this creature kneeling in her dress for me, I was kind of anxious to get going. I'd have lots of chances to see her subservient in that gown. "Everyone up." Amy and Christi scrambled to their bare feet. Christ moved to her position behind the cart. I looked at her. "I know. My hands will stay here," she said as she realized what I was looking at. I picked up a pair of handcuffs. Jane smiled ruefully and raised her bare arms. I snapped the cuffs about her wrists and jingled them. After I'd released her hands, she dropped them to her front. The steel bands making a wonderful contrast against the black of her dress. She didn't seem to notice the effect, but then again I wouldn't have expected that. I walked along beside Christi. Occasionally glancing at her. Not quite believing how her body moved beneath the sweater. Knowing that I could have her remove it in a second with a single word. As we exited the mall, Jane stopped and turned to me. We'd about made it back to the road across the parking lot. "M-master?" "What is it?" "I know I've asked for too much today already. And I'll understand if you say no. Okay?" "Yes ..." "I was. I mean. Your slave was just wondering if she, and slave Amy could perhaps walk on the grass again? You still haven't allowed us shoes. Not that I'm complaining, but it is so much more comfortable. We have tender feets. Please?" "What about poor Christi?" I asked her. "She doesn't deserve to have to walk along without company. She's pushing the cart after all." Jane's face fell. Thinking. Christi spoke up from her position behind the cart. "I've had to crawl on pavement. If I could do that, I can certainly walk barefoot on it. It really isn't that uncomfortable. I'd prefer the grass, but only because it feels so much nicer on the toes. It really doesn't hurt except when you step on a stone. Don't let that stop you from letting them walk on the grass. Please." Jane looked up. "Would you let us switch around? Take turns pushing the cart? Let two walk on the grass and then switch say every half hour? Please?" Her face brightening. I looked at her. Her face so hopeful. Wanting this for some irrational female reason. She just wanted to walk in the grass. Feel the softness on her feet instead of the harsh pavement. It probably twinged her somewhere inside to even have to ask permission. But she honestly didn't mind sharing the cart duty. "Don't get too far ahead over there." I nodded and she scampered off with a quick thank-you. Jane told the nude girl that they were allowed on the grass again, and the two of them moved to the side of the road and ahead. I kept Christi company on the asphalt. "Thank you for the letting them walk over there." "I was going to anyway. How's your feet?" "They are alright. The clothes are better. What got into you? Why do you want us in clothing? I can't believe you are just being nice." "Actually, I am. I just thought that you might appreciate it." She accepted it at face value. "I do appreciate it. Believe me I do. Even if I can only have it for five minutes. How long am I going to be allowed it." "Well, I'm not going to let you sleep in them. If that is what you are asking." "Tomorrow?" she asked hopefully. "Perhaps. We'll see how good you are until then." "I'll be an angel. You watch." "Oh I will. I never realized how good you could look in clothes. I'm not saying you are ugly naked or anything, but you are attractive in jeans and a sweater. Especially those." "I couldn't afford all these normally. I kind of picked out nicer stuff." "Don't tell me that I never give you anything," I said to her grinning. She smiled shyly and lapsed into silence. "I don't really want to go," she said quietly after fifteen minutes or so. "Go where?" "You are going to release us eventually. And. I know it sounds crazy. And I know that I have mixed feelings. But. I. Kind of like it here. No people. I can walk barefoot down the middle of the street with a shopping cart. Nobody cares. In some ways I really don't want to go." "I know. I really don't know what I'm going to do. I could live here forever. 'course that is easier for me to say than you, I'm sure." "It feels odd." "What does?" "Wearing clothes. I look down at myself and can't believe it. I'm so used to seeing myself without them. Then I look over at Amy, and I know that that is what I looked like a half hour ago. And Jane. Wow. I just wish I never had to take them off," she remarked wistfully. "Don't get used to it Christi." "I know. It's going to be hard stripping these off whenever you tell me." I looked up. We were about halfway there. I stopped the procession. "Janey?" She looked over her shoulder, flashing a smile at me. She trotted back. It looked strange, this woman running in an evening dress. Barefoot. "My turn?" I nodded and the elegant woman put her bound hands on the shopping cart. Christi looked up at me. She stood up on her tiptoes and gave me a quick kiss. I hadn't seen her this happy in a long time. She held up her wrists, waiting for me to cuff her. "Go on, keep Amy company." "No handcuffs?" "You'll behave, won't you?" "Oh course." She scampered up ahead. Jane let her bound hands push the cart. She was quiet for the first while. About three quarters of the way back she asked a single question. "Why?" "Why what?" "Why are you suddenly being nice to us? I don't trust you." "No reason for you to trust me, you minx. But I just felt like being nice to you. You deserved it. You've done everything I asked. Without complaining. Much. Why shouldn't I be?" "You weren't going to let me have clothes were you?" "Nope." "You were going to torment me. Again." "Yup. But I'd decided to let you have the dress even before you gave me the riot act." "Oh. I didn't need to do that?" "No. But it was cute." She flushed. "What have you got planned for tonight? Or is a big surprise?" "It's a surprise. But I don't think you'll be really unhappy about it." "I won't?" "Nothing strenuous. You've been through a lot today. And last night. Have to give you a rest if I expect you to remain sane." "I could really use my bed." She lapsed into silence. I broke it as the house came into view. "How's your feet," I asked her. "Sore. But not because of the pavement. Just done a lot of walking today. Thanks for asking." "Is Amy alright?" "She'll be fine. She's just a bit frightened. Doesn't know how you knew about that. What she told you. When you were whipping her." "I'm psychic." "It scared her." "It should have. What about Sheila. What did she tell you about her former life? Anything I should know?" "A lot. A lot of the torments that he put her through. A story of pain and horror. I don't know how she's alive, much less sane." "You'll tell me about it?" "Do I have a choice?" "Not really. But we can put it off until later." I pointed to the gate which Christi was opening and holding for us. Amy was almost at the front door which I'd left wide open earlier today. Amy slipped inside the house. Christi walked along with us until the cart bumped against the bottom stair to the porch. "Guess we get to put away the groceries?" I nodded. I had to check on Elizabeth and Sheila. I released the time block on the groceries and bounded up the stairs leaving Christi and Jane to sort out the cart. I took a look back, surprised again to see them clothed. _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----