Message-ID: <12843eli$9807071546@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Crimson Dragon Subject: {ASSM} New: Time Out Of Time - Chapter 117 (Mf+, bdsm, exh, nc) [117/???] 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: <19980707121635.18567.rocketmail@send101.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-consensual 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 117 - Time Out Of Time ---------------------------------------------------------------------- By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) ---------------------------------------------------------------------- I quietly closed the door to the master bedroom. I was sure that as soon as I left, they'd begin talking. I didn't mind. As long as they were smart enough to stop when I returned. If I'd really wanted them silent, I would have left them gagged. I walked quickly to the business room where Jane and Sheila were trapped. I twirled a pair of steel handcuffs around my finger as I approached. I set the key in the lock and took a breath. I wasn't used to Sheila yet, and though she had never shown outward aggression, she also had never seen me punish the other girls. She might have some ideas of how to incapacitate me. She had some weapons in there, and she might have released Jane to help her. I readied my time defenses and unlocked the door. Really, I should have left Sheila restrained. I watched carefully as the door swung open. Sheila was on her knees, leaning back on her hands quietly talking to Jane. Sheila looked up as I entered, Jane tried to twist her bound body around to look at me. I watched as a look of hope crossed Jane's features, but she pressed her lips together, not saying anything. Her arms looked sore bent up towards the ceiling behind her. She still couldn't rise, and her legs looked tired. That was unfortunate, because she was going to remain there for a while, yet. Sheila spoke softly as I approached. "Please, master. This slave begs for slave Jane's release. She's in pain." "I know. I'll let her out soon." Jane groaned as she realized that she was in for further pain and punishment before I'd let her down. I crouched down beside Sheila. "You didn't let her go?" I asked Sheila. "You would have put her back up, and punished her twice as badly if I had." I nodded and reached for Sheila's wrist. "Please. I've proven that I'm not going to do anything. You don't have to tie me up." "You won't be as uncomfortable as Jane is. And it's not for long." Sheila, realizing that any further protests would probably lead to further discomfort, allowed me to hang the steel from her wrist. I bid her lie down, which she did. I carefully attached her right wrist to Jane's right ankle, having her lie easily under Jane. I addressed both of them. "Girls? I don't want to gag you, but I want you to be quiet. Can you do that for me?" They both nodded. Sheila from the floor, and Jane from her bent over posture. They didn't know why I wanted them quiet, but they knew better than to question it. They'd at least be quiet when I was around. "I'll be back in a while." Jane looked like she wanted to say something, perhaps let me know in graphic detail how her arms were screaming, but she decided to keep quiet, not wanting a gag to extend her discomfort. I stroked their hair gently and silently left them in the room. I carefully locked them in, though it was probably unnecessary with their restraints. I took a deep breath, allowing the shakes to finally take hold of my body. I gripped the handrail until they receded. Taking another deep breath I got myself in motion, walking swiftly to the stairs and down. I settled myself into the comfortable sofa and lay my head back against the cushions. What the hell had happened to me? One second I'm teasing Christi, the next I'm lying overtop of her bound form, with Elizabeth taking care of me as though I was an invalid. I couldn't fathom it. What if it happened again? What if I didn't wake up? What if it was more severe? What if the girls decided that next time, they'd take a chance at freedom by incapacitating me while I was helpless? Like Amy was already suggesting? I couldn't blame her for that. She must be damn uncomfortable in that chair. My head swam with concerns. I rose to my feet and carefully walked to the front of the house, letting myself outside. I looked up at the house from the front walk. Inside, I had five girls, completely dependent on me. Without me, they couldn't get back to their former lives. Without me, at the moment, they couldn't even get themselves free enough to move. They deserved better. I forced myself to clear my head and began walking. The clean air of the morning helped the fogginess recede from my being. It felt good to be alone, enjoy the sunshine, breathe the air. I was tempted to release the few people that I passed, just to play with them in the morning light. God, this timeline was idyllic. Except for that damn blackout. My thoughts returned to the girls, restrained inside, unable to enjoy simple things at whim as I did. I hadn't traveled far before I spotted a sports car, stopped in the middle of the road. The driver was a young attractive brunette, concentrating on the unmoving road in front of her. If I chose, she could be mine. I could add her to the women I already had. Make her my slave. I fingered my gun, but I realized that I didn't need it. I could take her with a combination of time and brute strength. She was no match physically for me. My mind snagged, a nagging suspicion entering my consciousness. I sat down on the road, staring at the cute driver, letting my mind wander. It hit me like a ton of bricks falling from a building under construction. Bad scene. I leapt to my feet and ran around to the other side of the Mazda with the girl. I carefully exerted a minimum of will, allowing the passenger door to free from the time block. I slipped into the passenger seat, fighting the urge to take the brunette. She was exquisite. But I didn't have time. I rummaged through her glove box finding paper. I dug in her purse in search of a pencil or pen. Lifesavers. Tampons. Condoms. Kleenex. And a wallet. Her wallet had a fine gold pen buried in the fold. I climbed out of the car and stretched out on the hood of her car. If I'd freed her now, I would have been in some serious trouble lying as I was. I feverishly scribbled equations and inequalities on the page, filling one, then another. The variables were complex, and almost unreadable, but after an hour or so, I read the last equation in disbelief. I could control time, but there were limits. I knew that. I just hadn't bothered with the specifics because according to the assumptions, the limits should be far longer than a human life span. I knew more, now. Time control was taking some energy from my system, and that energy was fading. Not quickly. Not drastically. But I simply couldn't maintain this time line indefinitely. With practice, perhaps, but I couldn't yet. I knew that going in, but the line had proved to be so distracting that I had forgotten to keep my eye on it. According to the last equation, the controller might slip into a state of timelessness if the energy was to low. If the energy levels fell enough, then the timelines would collapse. The black out state was an attempt by my body and mind to conserve the timeline unconsciously. It would happen more and more frequently until the time line collapsed. I had a bad feeling what might happen to my body if the energy levels fell that low. Not to mention the effects on the people on this timeline. It might collapse into the primary timeline, but then again, it might not. The equations weren't that accurate. I took a deep breath, the shaking now completely gone from my body. I was beginning to understand the realities of this. That is why I recovered so fast. It wasn't a physical affliction. Problem was, I was vulnerable when it happened, and so were the girls. I slowly dropped off the car and sat at the side of the road holding the pages of numbers as a kind of bible. I couldn't know when, but it would happen to me again if I tried to maintain the timeline. And there was absolutely no way to tell how low the energy reserves might be in my system. I needed rest. And I needed it on the main timeline where I wasn't in control. I stared at the numbers, wanting to be wrong. I would have been happy staying here for a few more weeks. Perhaps someday I could. I really didn't want to let them go. This whole peaceful world and the girls. They were great creatures. They had adjusted so well, and it had been fun. Probably more for me than them, but they had their freedoms as well. As Jane had so aptly put it, on the prime timeline, where could they go where they could romp around without clothes or cares? No school. No work. No worries. Someone else looking after your needs. They might have to put up with my games occasionally, but that wasn't that bad a price to pay. I hung my head, breathing steadily. I knew what I had to do. I rose to my feet, hearing my own feet against the pavement in this silent world. I walked back to the house, dreading what was coming. _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----