Message-ID: <12974eli$9807122337@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Crimson Dragon Subject: {ASSM} New: Time Out Of Time - Chapter 121 (Mf+, bdsm, exh, nc) [121/130] 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: <19980713025732.24679.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-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 121 - Time Out Of Time ---------------------------------------------------------------------- By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) ---------------------------------------------------------------------- As I entered the library, all three girls looked up halting their quiet conversation. Amy had taken the remaining library chair, and the other two girls were in their usual spots. Elizabeth spoke quietly, "I feel like were being taken to a firing squad. Please, can't you tell us what is happening? With us?" Her face was tear streaked, and frightened. I considered, and then spoke to them. "Girls. You know what is happening. I've told you. I'm letting you all go. And I'm giving you all a chance to do one last thing on this timeline. For yourselves. Not for me. Sheila had some fun outside. She hadn't been out in months. I'm not going to hurt you. You can relax." Elizabeth considered for a moment. "Does it hurt?" "Hurt?" "Yeah, when you sent her ... us ... back?" "Not at all. You shouldn't feel a thing. Maybe a slight tingle as time slows and then stops for you." She didn't look convinced. "I guess we don't have a choice anyway. Probably easier than having your breasts whipped." I smiled. "You got it." I turned to Amy. "Amy? You ready?" She took a deep breath, and looked like she fought off some butterflies. She slowly nodded and climbed to her bare feet. She silently walked to the entranceway, a look of determination on her features. She didn't even turn as she walked out. She didn't look angry, just preoccupied. I heard Elizabeth and Christi resume whatever their discussion was as the door softly closed behind me. Amy was waiting quietly in the hallway, unsure where we were going. She was twisting her wrists in her restraints, her face a mask. I motioned her up the stairs, and followed behind her as she climbed. When we entered the room, I sat back down on the rumpled bed. Amy stood awkwardly in the middle of the room looking at me. She spoke quietly. "Am I allowed to sit? Or do I have to join you on the bed?" Her voice trembled a little as she mentioned the bed. I reflected that I had never actually had intercourse with this girl either. I'd forced her to use her mouth, but only a couple of times. I looked at her, standing there, nude and handcuffed and felt a quick twinge of desire flow through me. I pushed it away and spoke gently. "I'd rather you kneel." She shot me a look of disappointment, but obediently fell to her bare knees on the carpet. She had wanted the dignity of a chair. She pulled idly at her wrists and finally lowered them into her lap, resting on her thighs. I lay back on the bed and just watched her for a moment. She shifted awkwardly. I couldn't tell what was flitting through her mind. I couldn't imagine what it felt like to have to kneel naked in front of someone who had complete control over you. I twinged again. She finally spoke. "What do you want with me?" "It's not about what I want. It's about what you want." She considered, cocking her head to the side. I could almost see the thoughts burning across her mind. Wondering if I expected anything out of her, or whether she could actually ask for something and have a reasonable chance of getting it. "It's alright, Amy. You aren't here to be hurt. You aren't here to be raped. You are here for whatever you want." She hesitated then made up her mind. "I just want to go home. I don't want to be hurt any more, I don't want to be punished. I don't want to be constantly naked. I want to see my father. I want to forget that this ever happened to me. Please." I smiled at her. "Amy, I will send you home. Soon. I promise. Think about it though ... you can do whatever you want. One last time. You won't remember it. You don't have to feel guilty." "I just want to go home," she repeated softly. "You sure?" "I would like to say good-bye to the others. If you'll let me." "I'll let you. Of course." I rose off the bed and crouched in front of the kneeling girl. I cupped her face in my hands, and she stared out at me, her eyes unreadable. Her face was pretty, always had been. I couldn't help picturing her with that tongue clamp attached to her, screaming. She didn't have the stunning beauty of Jane or Christi or Sheila, but nevertheless she was beautiful. I lifting her hands and released her wrists. She knelt quietly, suffering my inspection of her and holding my gaze. I motioned for her to get to her feet. She started to rise and then sat back on her haunches. She looked up at me, tears beginning to shine in her eyes. "You really are going to honour my wishes. Aren't you?" I was confused. "Huh?" I grunted as I rose to my own feet leaving her on her knees. "You will try your damnedest to give me whatever I want before you send me back." I nodded slowly. "Can a slave change her mind?" she looked up at me, her hardened demeanor completely gone. I shrugged. I was going to give her whatever she wanted anyway. As long as it didn't take too long and wasn't dangerous. "I ..." she hesitated. "I'd like to talk." "Talk?" I settled myself back onto my bed. "Talk. I'd like to know about you, and I'd like to tell you about the girl that is kneeling here in front of you. If you'll let me." "What do you want to know?" "Who are you?" "I'm just some guy that discovered the secrets to time. That's all." "Are you married?" I shook my head. "What do you do? When you aren't creating new realities? "I'm a research assistant at the local college." "What field?" "Quantum physics." She looked a bit confused, but she nodded her pretty head anyway. "Why do you do this? I mean take us? Women?" "I really don't know. It. It excites me, I guess." "Do you think it excites us?" "It doesn't really matter to me," I lied, "but yes, I think that being under my control does excite some of you." Amy took a deep breath. "Not me. But, I have to say that you could have done worse to me. I didn't think so at the time, when you had me in that tongue clamp, and were whipping me, but I know you could have tortured me a lot more. I want to thank-you for not putting me through more." "What about you?" "Me? Christ. I can hardly remember myself. I'm a student. Second year. Art. I know ... it hardly compares to quantum physics, or time control, but I enjoy it. I enjoy music mostly. That's my major." I smiled. "Amy, honey. Engineering and science isn't all there is in the world. It would be a really boring place without emotion and art. Believe me." She smiled unexpectedly at that. "I work ... worked ... part time at a restaurant. Waitressing." "Where?" "A small pizza joint where I get pawed by the regulars. But it's harmless. And I don't mind. They'd love to see me now ..." her voice trailed off. "You are a strong girl, you know that?" "I begged. I couldn't take all that you did to me." "Doesn't make you weak. The pain was designed to make you beg." "I know. But I still feel weak. I couldn't get away. I'm dependent on you letting me go. My entire life is in your hands." "I'll let you go. I swear it." "I know. It's all I've been able to think about since you discovered me in the hotel suite. I did what I was told, but only because you'd hurt me. Not because I enjoyed it." "Amy, honey. I know. You've never quite accepted captivity." "I accepted it. I just didn't like it. You try being tied into a chair without your clothes for hours on end. Hell, add in a homosexual encounter or two without your consent and see how long you last." I slipped off the bed and knelt beside the girl. Tears were beginning to form in her eyes. I kissed them gently away for her. I held her gently. "I may have control here because I managed to find the secrets of the universe, but you are far stronger than I'll ever be. I'd have been a raving loon if I'd been put through half the things I've put you girls through. I recognize it." She lifted her head, gazing at me, willing her tears to stop. "You really do mean that." "Of course, I do." She leaned forward and kissed me gently on the lips, letting her lips linger for a moment. When she broke the kiss, I stared at her, confused. She spoke softly. "You do horrible things. And I can't like you. But at least you have the courtesy of knowing us." "What was the kiss for?" I wanted so much more from her, but I had promised not to take her. I could have anyway. She'd have forgotten it. But I couldn't. My mind wouldn't let me. "Just because I know that you could have me, anyway you want me, and you never did. I may have been uncomfortable, but you never pushed me beyond my limits, even when I pissed you off. I hate you, and I love you. All at the same time. And I wanted to kiss you once, when you hadn't forced me to." I smiled and rose to my feet. I extended my hand to her. She grasped me lightly and pulled her bare body to a standing position. She smiled at me. "I'm going home now?" I nodded slowly. I didn't want to let her go anymore than I wanted to let go Sheila, but I had to and she seemed to realize that. "I'm ready," she slowly said as I took one last private look at her beautiful body. In response to my look, she sighed and lifted her arms above her head. She daintily pirouetted for me, her bare feet whispering across the carpet. She grinned as she returned to an easy stance, I guess the open look of admiration flattered her. "I know that I'm no beauty like Christi or Jane, but thank you. I think." I smiled and guided her back out to the hallway. She walked easily, her step happy and looking forward to going home. I couldn't blame her. She stopped herself just in front of the library. She turned and tilted her head up towards me. "One last thing?" "What's that?" "Kiss me? I feel odd. Guilty. I mean, I have a boyfriend who I've tried to picture whenever you were around or you made me have sex. But it didn't always work. And I kissed you, I want to be kissed. Once. Before I leave and forget all this." "You are a strange girl." She smiled, obviously taking the comment as a compliment. I'd intended it as a nice thing, so I was glad to see that she could recognize it for what it was. I gently leaned down, feeling her bare arms encircling my neck. She raised her head, letting me gently kiss her lips. I briefly felt her tongue touching my lips. She kissed me until I broke the kiss. She looked flushed, and she smiled as she stood there. She was no longer conscious of her nudity, she stood easily. Her small nipples were hardened and she was breathing heavily. "Thank-you," she whispered. "That was my bit of naughtiness. That's what I really wanted." I couldn't understand, had no hope of understanding. She was female, in a strange situation. There probably was no explanation. All I knew was that the kiss had ignited me, yet again, and I knew that she wasn't going to pull a last minute Sheila and ask for sex. I would never have her, but maybe that was alright. She smiled, knowing what she'd done to my passions, she'd been pressed against me after all. I wondered how much of it she'd orchestrated, but I didn't mind. She deserved her small victories, and I was pretty sure that she'd managed to get herself into a bit of a state at the same time. Not like she could hide the flush of her skin from her bare toes to her rosy cheeks. She pushed open the doorway and fairly pranced into the library. "Amy!" Elizabeth nearly shouted as she entered. "Elizabeth. I'm going home," she seemed so happy as she spoke. I stepped into the room to watch the naked women embrace. Amy, with her hands free, wrapped her arms around Elizabeth. Elizabeth had tears in her eyes, though it was hard to tell if they were of happiness or melancholy. They remained in the embrace for some time, Elizabeth shaking slightly. Finally the girls separated and looked at each other. "I can't believe you are leaving," Elizabeth whispered. Amy's breath hitched but she managed to keep her control. "Me neither." "I'm going to miss you, kid," Elizabeth said. Amy smiled and kissed Elizabeth. "We've been through a hell of a lot together." Elizabeth nodded. Probably remembering the recent trip to the neighbours. This girl in front of her had seen her first multiple orgasm. Had been there when she had asked me for sex the first time. They had been bound to each other, standing up all night, ropes running through their sex, each movement felt by the other. If that didn't make two women feel close to one another, I'm not sure what would. Both girls flushed at the memories. "Take care of yourself," Amy whispered. She turned to face Christi. Christi couldn't help herself, she practically leapt into an embrace, pressing herself against Amy, holding her as she cried. "I'm going to miss you, too," Christi whispered. She gave her a full hug again, kissing her cheek. Amy flushed a bit at the attention, but stood easily. Amy nodded, and an understanding passed between them. Something unspoken. Amy whispered a quick "Good-bye" and turned back to me. "Jane?" she whispered. I nodded and took her small hand in mine. As we left, Amy turned to the other two girls. She grinned. "I'm going to miss our showers," and she turned quickly and pulled me along behind her, before the other girls could say any further good-byes. We entered the dining room and Jane was sitting again on the window sill, swinging her bare legs under her gown. She smiled as Amy walked in. "Still didn't let you have clothes?" Amy grinned and spread her arms outstretched. "I'm used to it, and what's the point in asking for them. I'm going home soon." She smiled widely at the words. Jane rose to her bare feet and embraced Amy. The girls hugged. As they separated, a single tear traced down Jane's features. "I'm sorry I had to whip you," Jane whispered. "I know who to blame for that," Amy reassured her, shooting me a dirty look. "You helped me a lot more than you hurt me," she continued. Jane smiled. "I only wish you the best. You. You are strong." "Not as strong as you are," Amy smiled back. Then she whispered a quick "Good-bye." She turned back towards me. I nodded to Jane as she turned to sit back in her sunshine. I guided the nude woman back out into the hallway. I led her through the front door and out onto the front porch. I took a deep breath. "You ready?" I asked the nude beauty. "This is it?" she asked quietly. I nodded gently. "Time to go home. Go watch some television with your father." She took a deep breath, unsure if she actually wanted to say anything further. She opened her mouth and then re-closed it. Finally she spoke. "I can't believe that I got used to it. All the things you made me do, I would never have imagined that I could. Even through all the pain, and the humiliation, you were fair. Even if I hate you, I have to respect you," she said haltingly. "I want to thank you for not hurting my father." "You did that. By being good and not making my life hard." "I made your life hard, and you could have hurt him just to get to me. You knew. I just wanted you to know I appreciated it. Even if you made me do things that I didn't like to ensure it. At least you kept your word." "Can I ask for one last thing?" I asked her. "Do I have a choice?" "You have a choice. I'll let you go whether you indulge me or not." "If it's sex and I have a choice ..." "It's not sex." She cocked her head to her bare shoulder, her face a mask of puzzlement. "Ask me." "Just one last hug?" She smiled and moved quickly towards me. I felt her bare body as she pressed herself into me, holding me tight. I held her, rocked her, for a few minutes. She held me until I broke the embrace. She stepped back, then rose up on her bare toes and kissed my lips for the last time. I wasn't sure, but I thought I heard her breathe, "Good-bye, Master," as she settled herself back down onto her bare feet. She stepped backwards, her head tilted up, her hair catching the sunlight. I took a deep breath and collapsed her bubble. She gasped slightly, and smiled as her body slipped into another plane of existence. _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? 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