Message-ID: <13187eli$9807201340@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Crimson Dragon Subject: {ASSM} Repost: Time Out Of Time - Chapter 125 (Mf+, bdsm, exh, nc) [125/130] 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: <19980720041607.1025.rocketmail@send1e.yahoomail.com> It is looking like Chapter 125 didn't get propogated correctly, being unavailable from everywhere but the ASSM archives. Hence, the repost. Thanks to Kitt for pointing this out to me before it became a problem. May her badge continue to glow brightly. - Crimson --- 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 125 - Time Out Of Time ---------------------------------------------------------------------- By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) ---------------------------------------------------------------------- I rose from my chair. Leaving Jane kneeling on the floor, I approached Christi. She looked up at me as I approached, her blue eyes boring into me. She remained seated, so I ended up towering over her. She held my eyes with her own and licked her lips. "Just because I've agreed to help you with Jane doesn't mean I've given up my wish." I was aware of that, but I thought that given her position, her words were a bit spunky. "You would have helped if I'd told you to anyway. I haven't let you go yet." She flushed a little, but lowered her eyes at my words. I smiled, having gotten the desired effect. I continued more gently. "I haven't forgotten you. I'm still going to give you whatever you want. Just tell me when the time is right. Fair enough?" She looked back up, a smile curling her lips. She had a secret. She knew exactly what she wanted, and I didn't. And she didn't have to tell me. I wasn't going to punish her until she told me her secret. Her life was changing, and even I was finding it difficult to keep her in the slave role. Especially as she sat there, looking up at me with those irresistible eyes. She was still wearing that sweater and the tight jeans that would have looked more at home on Jane. The only concession to her role as mine was the handcuffs adorning her wrists, that she couldn't remove. Nevertheless, she looked spectacular. She should have been a model. "What?" she asked in confusion, not understanding why I was staring at her. I decided to tell her. "You should be a model." She flushed. "You never asked ... but I am. Or at least I was." She tossed her blonde hair about her shoulders and gave me one of those sexy pouty glances that she might throw at a camera. My heart caught for a moment at the sheer beauty of the pose. I swallowed hard. I hadn't expected that. She smiled as she realized that she'd somehow surprised me. Though I'm not sure that she knew the reason. The girls seemed to revel in that. Surprising me. Or shocking me. Even if they didn't mean to. Because I couldn't move my tongue anymore, I crouched down and fitted the chrome handcuff key into her restraints. She sat still as I released her wrists. I watched in fascination as her fingers gently massaged the skin of her wrists where the metal had held her. The handcuffs were still warm from her body heat. I placed them on the ground and looked up at her. She remained in the seat simply letting me regard her in silence. Christi surprised me again when she spoke. "Let's take her outside," she said. I was confused, not quite understanding what she was saying. I suppose I'd dropped into her beauty, unaware of the other girl still kneeling quietly beside us. Christi saw my confusion, and I could tell that she wasn't sure why I hadn't understood her. Only that I hadn't. She continued. "Jane. Remember her? Your other slave? She and I were talking earlier. She wanted to go outside for this." I turned slowly to Jane who was completely flushed. She nodded her head nearly imperceptibly. Christi was telling the truth. Christi's voice continued on behind me. I felt almost intoxicated by the girls. "Maybe we should use the front yard? If you agree? Then we wouldn't have to see Mayer? Or have you put him back already?" I shook my head, clearing it. The spider crawled along the base of my head at the back. I felt the world closing in, but again it receded. I was grateful. Although the danger here was minimal, Christi and Jane would take care of me if I fell into unconsciousness, there was no guarantee I would wake up. If I was smart, I would let them go now. Forget their requests, and hightail it back to the prime time line. But I wasn't smart. I truly wanted to give them something. They had been so good to me. They deserved something. A small voice at the back of my brain was shouting that they didn't deserve to be trapped on this timeline forever or some unknown limbo, but I carefully ignored it. I was reasonably sure that we could get through this. "Are you alright?" Jane asked worriedly from her kneeling position in front of me. I nodded. "It didn't get me." Jane still looked worried. "We don't have to do this. We can just go back. We aren't going to remember anyway. Are we?" "You won't remember. But I'm fine now. Really." I felt fine. As though nothing had happened at all. I just hoped that the next close call would happen after I'd had my time with Jane and Christi. Preferably while I wasn't on this timeline. Of course, the spiders would disappear once I regained the prime timeline. After a moment, I moved over to Jane. I removed her handcuffs quickly, dropping them beside Christi's. "Is crawling going to ruin your dress?" I asked her. She looked puzzled. I understood. She couldn't imagine why I'd care if the dress was ruined. She'd figured out that she was going back as soon as this last scene was played out, and the dress was useless at that point. And I'm sure she never expected to have it covering her much longer in any case. She was probably surprised that she was still wearing it at the moment. She shook her head and nodded at the same time. Quite a sight actually. "Yes, Master," she breathed. "Crawling will ruin it. I can remove it if you like." She hadn't even blinked an eye at the prospect of crawling. She'd done it for me before, though it had been a long time ago. But she was determined to play her role, accepting whatever I asked of her. "You may keep the dress. Try not to ruin it." "Master? Can a slave ask if she'll be punished if she ruins the dress?" Jane slipped easily into slave talk. I was surprised. I hadn't heard it from her lips for a while. I wasn't even sure she'd remembered how to speak that way. She was full of surprises. "I'll decide that when you are outside." "Yes, sir," she responded. "But, your slave begs to remove it first if she is going to get punished for ruining it. She knows that she is being punished anyway, but she doesn't want to make it worse." Her words struck a chord in me. I was aroused simply by her manner and her words. I had to adjust my jeans. I couldn't believe that I could react so soon after Elizabeth. Jane's mouth curled into a quick grin as she watched me adjust myself before she caught herself and forced a straight face. I was going to have to punish her for that. I answered her slowly, "Crawl with the dress. I'll decide later what you will be punished for." "Yes, Master," she spoke with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. Despite her own willingness to be in this role, she was unable to completely discard her normal strong will and defiance. I loved that about her. She carefully fell to her hands and knees, waiting for a command to begin crawling for me. I motioned Christi to her feet and then to Jane's left side. I strode to Jane's right. Jane looked up at us towering over her diminutive and vulnerable form with a look of worry on her face. I smiled to her reassuringly. I wasn't going to hurt her yet. I carefully gathered up a handful of her full brown hair in my fingers, indicating for Christi to do the same. Christi hesitated, but reached down and gathered up some of Jane's hair in her hand as well. We began walking slowly, gently tugging at Jane's hair as a leash. Jane cried out a little at the initial tug, but fell into a rhythm, moving her hands and legs in the unfamiliar and slow motion, relieving the pressure on her scalp. Christi and I moved along beside Jane matching her slow pace, not trying to hurt her. It would have been a simple matter to increase the pace to the point where Jane couldn't keep up, her scalp in agony. But I didn't. She would be uncomfortable enough, soon enough. Neither girl complained about the procession. We moved slowly from the dining room, and down the main hall. The only sounds were Jane's laboured breathing and the whisk of her dress as it touched the tile. I looked back as we crossed the front door threshold. The mansion that had been our home. The mansion with Sheila and Mayer and all the good times and the bad. I felt that I'd lived there forever, when it had only been a few days at most. I couldn't believe that this was the last time I'd ever set foot in the place. It seemed so odd to be leading this girl outside using her hair as a guide. The tender soles of her bare feet upturned beneath the elegance of the evening gown. It all seemed so surreal and so erotic. The former occupants of the house would probably be shocked at the display, well most of them anyway. I took a deep breath. "Christi?" She turned to me, waiting for instructions. "Run upstairs and gather up the pack. Be quick, or you are going to join miss slave, here." Christi flushed, remembering that essentially she was still a slave as well. She dropped Jane's hair that she had been gently holding. I watched as it fluttered back to Jane's shoulder. As Christi turned and quickly walked towards the stairs, I admonished her. "Run." The denim clad girl threw a withering look over her shoulder but decided it was still in her best interests to do as asked, and jogged the last few steps. Her free breasts bounced beautifully under the top and her bare feet thundered as she ran up the stairs. "You didn't have to make her run, we have time," Jane spoke from her hands and knees. "I don't remember anyone asking you." I spoke half jokingly to the elegant girl at my feet. Jane twisted her head as best she could, pulling her own hair in her attempt to find out how serious I was. When she managed to see that I was smiling at her, she returned to looking at the floor. "Bastard," she mumbled. "That earned you another couple of strokes." "Bastard," she said more loudly. "Hmmmm. She wants more, huh?" I speculated out loud. "Little one. You don't have to be defiant. All you have to do is ask, and I'll make sure you can't sit down for a week." We both knew that she wouldn't feel anything at all from this in a week's time, but she shivered nevertheless. "I'm sorry, Master," she apologized. It sounded sincere enough. I heard Christi's feet thundering down the steps as she ran back. I suspected that she had probably dropped to a fast walk as soon as she was out of sight, and I could have punished her. But I wanted to save my creativity for Jane, who actually did want it. Christi was out of breath, even from the short run. She was dotted with sweat. I liked the effect, and especially liked the effect of her breasts beneath the sweater still heaving as she fought for breath. She smiled at me as she showed me the pack in her fingers. Without being told, she shifted the bag to her left hand and picked back up Jane's soft hair with her free hand. Together, the three of us stepped out for the last time. I took note of the address as I looked back. I was going to need it. As we reached the steps to the front porch, Jane halted as Christi and I stepped down onto the first step. "M-master?" Jane spoke. "Yes slave?" "I. I don't think I can crawl down. I'll fall." I knew that she could do it. It would take some concentration and some balance. But I didn't force her. "If you like, you can suggest an alternate." "Add some to my punishment, instead? For not being able to do this?" I nodded as she looked up at me, her hair still extending from her head to my fingers. And Christi's. "I'll try not to scream the first two times you hit me." A challenge. Could I make her scream anyway? I was betting I could. "Alright, slave. On your feet." Christi and I both released her hair at the same time and Jane struggled to get to her bare feet. The evening gown had worn where her knees had pressed into the fabric against the tile. I was quite sure that it had never been meant for this type of activity. I couldn't imagine most women crawling in that thing. Jane smiled, glad that she hadn't been forced to crawl down the steps. She was well aware that I could have forced the issue and she would have had to at least attempt the crawl down the steps. She was happy even if it meant making her later punishment harder. I could imagine that it would have been very painful on her unprotected knees to have to climb down. Either way, she was up for extra discomfort, she'd simply chosen her route. I took Jane's hand and led her down the steps. As we reached the bottom, the girl automatically fell back to her knees. She rocked forward ready to crawl again, without being asked. I left her there, not taking her hair. "Jane?" "Yes, Master." "Pick a tree." "Master?" "Just pick one." She carefully balanced herself on one hand, centering her weight. She pointed to a thick trunked oak tree just off the front path. "On your feet. You don't have to crawl." She gave me a dirty look as she rose to her feet. One of those, then-why-did-you-let-me-make-a-fool-of-myself looks. She sighed and climbed back to her bare feet, not quite daring to voice a complaint. The dress was now quite dirty around her knees from her kneeling on the earthen path, but I had no intention of having it on her body much longer anyway. She knew that as well. I took her right hand, and Christi lightly grasped her left. Jane shivered slightly. Probably anticipating her upcoming punishment and pleasures. We slowly walked towards the tree. I felt like singing something right out of Wizard of Oz. We made an odd sight, I would imagine, walking slowly hand in hand together. Lions and tigers and bears. Oh my. I smiled at my inner thoughts, but neither girl noticed. _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? 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