Message-ID: <7556eli$9801191721@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Crimson Dragon Subject: Time Out Of Time (Chapter 10) [Mf, MFf, bd, exh, sm, inc, nc] 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: <19980116223447.21099.rocketmail@send1a.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. 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 10 - Time Out Of Time] I had her sit in one of the visitor's chairs in the corner of the room. Nervously, she sat down. I removed the handcuffs from her wrists and moved her arms back behind her and behind the chair. I snapped the handcuffs back on her, and she winced. I wrapped her ankles in rope, holding them to the chair. "Please, you know you don't have to tie me up. I'm not going anywhere. Please." "I just need you out of the way for a while." "Please don't punish me. I did everything you asked." I guess she was thinking of Kimberly in the store, tied in a similar manner. To a chair, naked. "You aren't going to be punished. Just tied up for a while. I'll let you out. I promise. You did well. I just need to do something. And you can't be around in that state." "Where are you going? How long are we going to be here? You are going to grab another one aren't you?" "All in good time. I will be back though." I quickly stepped to the door and was through it. I waited for a few minutes on the other side of the door. I could hear the two women talking softly in the office, trying to make sense of their situation. Probably trying to figure out a way out of this. At least for Linda. I'm not sure if Christi wanted out before she had a chance to enjoy no responsibility. Andrea was a younger woman, probably mid-twenties. Fantastic boobs. Short brunette hair. Good figure. I sat down in her cramped cubicle on the corner of her desk. I hid the gun. I didn't want to panic her. I wanted her cooperation. I needed to talk to her. If necessary, I would use the gun to get her to do what I wanted. I extended normal time to encompass her cubicle and she continued reaching for the appointment book which she had been doing when I stopped the world. To her it would have seemed like I had just appeared out of nowhere. Her startled scream echoed through the still office. "Where the hell did you come from?" asked the surprised woman. Other than the initial screech, she had composed herself PDQ. If she had noticed how quiet the rest of the world seemed, she didn't say anything. "Magic," I smiled winningly at her. "Your name is Andrea?" "Yeah? Who the hell are you?" I realized that I hadn't given anyone in this timeline my name. Not even Christi or her mother knew the name of the man that was humiliating and tormenting them. "Doesn't matter. Can I show you something?" Wary. "I guess, but I have a lot of work to do." I led Andrea to the adjoining cube. Her eyes widened as she saw her workmate, frozen, unmoving. I pointed to the frozen woman. "Who's that?" "That's Jackie Kimpton," she said bewildered and probably a bit concerned. "What have you done to her." "Nothing, just frozen things." "What? How? Why?" Andrea was starting to get confused. She wandered forward and touched Jackie's face. She withdrew her finger. "Yeah, she's not aware of anything. Just frozen. I can make her unfreeze if you like, but I want to show you something. I want you to understand." "All right," still wary but not knowing what was going on. I wandered up to Jackie, and readied myself. I cast a bubble of time around her. Her eyes opened wide as she saw me appear in front of her as if from thin air. I quickly slapped her face before she had any idea what was happening. Jackie screamed. Andrea screamed. And I removed the sphere of influence that had surrounded Jackie. She snapped back to her initial position as though nothing had happened. I turned to Andrea, who was indignant. "What the hell did you do that for?" "Look at her. She is in the same position as she was before. No hand mark. No pain. Nothing happened." "But you slapped her for no reason. I saw you do it." "Correct, but this is what I wanted to show you. When I restart the world, she will not remember anything. No slap. She won't even remember that she had been unfrozen." I didn't feel like explaining the physics of time manipulation to Andrea. "Cool, I guess. But why am I awake?" "Andrea, how do you like your boss?" Bewildered by the abrupt change of conversation, she replied warily, "Ms. LaSalle? Alright, I guess." "Just alright?" "She can be a bit of a dragon." "Even think of getting back at her?" "Sure, I guess. Doesn't every secretary?" "I'll make a deal with you. Remember how I snapped Jackie in and out? I have to do that to everyone. I can't selectively wake someone and then have them keep their memories of this place and time. You included. If I wanted to I could put you back at your desk now and this conversation would have never happened. Or I can keep you awake until I restart the world, at which point you are going to snap back to your desk as though nothing ever happened. Same difference. Understand?" "Sort of." "How would you like to get back at your boss? Have her as your slave for a few hours?" "I'd pay you." "I may take you up on that, but I doubt if I'd want money." Andrea smiled knowingly and licked her lips, surprising the hell out of me. "Anyway, while you were sleeping at your desk, I have been having some fun with your boss, Linda." "You're kidding." "Nope. She's currently in ... an awkward position. Go on in." Andrea was about to knock on the door out of habit, but I stayed her arm. "You are the boss now." Andrea gripped the door knob and pushed, letting herself into Linda's office. She gasped as she saw her sobbing boss tied up naked across the desk. "Oh my God." "Andrea?", the naked woman asked through her quiet tears. "Ms. LaSalle?" She hadn't noticed Christi tied to the chair in the corner yet. Andrea turned to me. "I don't know if I can do this." "Well, that's up to you. I'm going to leave you with Linda. What you do with her is entirely up to you. You can let her go if you like. But keep in mind that Linda will do whatever you say," I turned to the bound woman on the desk. "Won't you?". "Jesus. Please don't do this. I can't." I walked over and picked up the paddle. "God. Please no more. My poor tits. Please no more, argh ahhhhhh. Goddamn that hurts. Please. I'll do whatever she says, just don't hit my tits again. Please." Andrea had a strange smile on her face. "What can I do to her?" "Pretty much anything you want. Remember that she'll revert back as though nothing happened when I restart the world. You won't remember it either; may as well have fun now. Just don't leave the office. If you do, you'll just revert back to your frozen state before I woke you. End of fun." To my surprise, Andrea hooked her fingers into the waistband of her skirt and slipped it down her legs. She wasn't wearing any underwear. I just stared at her. "Don't look so surprised. I used to be a stripper before I got this job. I don't mind being naked. I ain't shy." Andrea saw that I was surprised about her lack of underwear. "I don't wear panties. Find them uncomfortable." She shrugged. I just shook my head and turned to Christi. She was staring ahead at her nude bound mother and her secretary, bottomless, heading towards the desk. I used a knife to cut the bindings holding Christi's bare ankles to the chair she was in. She gratefully flexed her calves and rose out of the chair, her hands still cuffed behind her. I walked Christi towards the door, looking back to see Andrea straddling her boss's head, pinching her sore nipples, caressing her own and forcing Linda to lift her head to tongue her. I left some toys for Andrea, some cuffs, the paddle and some rope. I'm sure that she put them to good use. "Alright girls, I may be back to check on you," looking at Andrea. "And to collect on your debt." Andrea took her fingers away from fondling Linda's breast long enough to wave, and then turned back to her task as I shook my head and led Christi out of the room, allowing her one last look at her mother, nude, humiliated and raped by her secretary. _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |