Message-ID: <7557eli$9801191721@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Crimson Dragon Subject: Time Out Of Time (Chapter 11) [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: <19980119130852.26813.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 11 - Time Out Of Time] As soon as the door shut behind us, I knelt down to Christi's bare feet and slipped a pair of ankle cuffs on her. I connected them together with about a foot and a half of chain. "What are you doing?" she asked. "You realize that you don't have to keep me in chains." I looked up at her face. "Yup. And I don't have to keep you naked either. But it's much more interesting." I rose from my knees and connected the leash to her collar. I gave it a tug and she stumbled forward, ankles straining at the constricting chain. She had to take short steps with her ankles connected as they were. "Damn this is hard to walk like this. Can't you take it off me? Please?" "It is supposed to be hard to walk. That's the point. You better get used to them, we have a long walk ahead of us. Be glad I haven't put you in high heels." "Where are we going?" as she stumbled along behind me, trying to keep her balance with the cuffs restricting her to short steps and her hands cuffed behind her robbing her of balance. "I think we should go to the mall. What do you think?" "I don't think anymore." she sighed. She had some real trouble with the hobble while going down the stairs, but she somehow managed. The strain in her muscles as she carefully made her way down seventeen flights was worth seeing, though I doubt if she appreciated it. But she knew better than to complain. After exiting the building, she began to hobble towards the Jimmy. But I grabbed her by the handcuffs on her wrists and guided her towards the street. "We're going to walk to the mall?" she asked incredulously. "Like this? I'll never make it." She was almost winded already. "Would you prefer to crawl?" She looked down at her still sore knees, and I saw her feel the palm of her hands. Tears formed in her eyes and she quietly shook her head and began her slow barefoot journey towards the mall. I enjoyed the quiet, the still warm day, and lost myself in thought. I had no idea what we were going to do at the mall, but I was quite sure we'd be able to think of something. Christi tried to talk to me a number of times but I simply ignored her, content to watch her bare body struggling with her bonds, trying to move as quickly as possible towards her destination. The sound of her bare feet moving against the hot pavement, her soft breathing with her efforts. Moving around the littered roadway. Occasionally, I could see her shoulders shaking as she quietly cried while walking in front of me. I suppose that she still wasn't quite used to being so controlled. Having no will, no way to strike back. Having to obey every command, like it or not. Forced to commit incest. Forced into lesbian acts. Forced to come to grips with her feelings. Hating being dominated, but having no choice. Hell, thrust into a world where time had no meaning. Everything so strange. Naked and constantly humiliated in front of a complete stranger. Without clothes or freedom for about nine hours according to my count. Forced into humiliating bondage. Having to let your captor tie you up with no rhyme nor reason. I think I'd cry too, if I was in her position. After a couple of hours of slow walking, I got tired. I called Christi to a halt. She thankfully sat down in the middle of the road. I leaned down and removed the cuffs from her wrists, pulling her arms in front of her and re-cuffing them. She shook her arms and looked up into my face. She was grateful for something as simple as having her hands bound in front of her. "Thank you," she whispered, shame flushing her face. She began to massage her sore feet with her bound hands. Working the ankle cuffs into a more comfortable position. "We'll take a car the rest of the way. Wait here." She lay back on the asphalt and closed her eyes. She looked almost peaceful like that, stretched out nude in the middle of the road. Cuffs on her wrists and ankles, eyes closed. Resting. Conserving her strength. A bit up the road, I found a car; a BMW, with two women in it. Probably in their late twenties. This was going to be a bit of a challenge. If I simply restarted time for them, that car was going to leap forward and before they could realize what was going on, would hit the truck fifty feet or so in front of them. Judging by the speedometer, the car should stop if I could manage to get the brakes applied in time. Leaving the front and the back of the car immobilized in time, I re animated the center. I quickly opened the driver's door and waved the gun at the driver. A nice looking redhead. The confusion was evident in her face. One second she was driving her car, next second the world was stopped and some crazy guy was waving a gun in her face. I guess she thought, irrationally, that it was a car jacking. "Please, take the car." "Come on ladies, out of the car." Bewildered, and not quite realizing the danger, they both stepped out of the car. The other woman was a little older than the driver. Brunette. Alright figure. "Wh-what do you want." "Names?" I could see confusion set into their faces. Their eyes locked onto the handgun. "Liz ... er ... Elizabeth Gerrard." "Catherine." I held out two pairs of handcuffs. "Ladies, can you please put these on." "What? You're crazy." "Be that as it may, but I am not afraid to use this gun." "I'm not putting those things on until I know what is going on," the woman named Catherine spoke up. I let off a shot into the air. I vaguely heard a soft cry from the direction of where I'd left Christi. The women in front of me both screamed. I pointed the gun at Liz's head. "Now, unless you want holes in your pretty body, put those things on. Behind your back." I tossed the cuffs at her feet. She hesitated, but bent, picked them up and struggled to get them closed around her wrists behind her back. I heard the ratchets catch through the still morning. I pointed the gun at Catherine and tossed the second pair of handcuffs at her feet. "Put them on." Catherine was a bit more defiant. She shook her head and just stared back at me. "I won't put them on and be defenseless. You'll have to shoot me." I just shook my head. I walked forward to Liz and grabbed her around her throat. I pointed the pistol at her temple. I could feel Liz shaking in my grip. I heard her voice, trembling in fear. "P-Please Cathy. D-Do what he says. Jesus." Catherine glared at me, and slowly, hate in her eyes, bent down and picked up the cuffs. I heard them snap shut behind her back. To be sure, I had Catherine turn around so I could see the cuffs. They looked a bit loose, but they would hold her. I walked Liz over to the car and used another pair of cuffs to secure her to the steering wheel. She had to stand with her back to the car to accomplish this. Catherine was still glaring at me. "What the hell do you want with us. Let us go and we'll not tell anyone about this. Take the car and go." I ignored her. I grabbed her arm and marched her towards the side of the road, the gun jammed into her ribs. She dragged her feet a bit, but allowed me to separate her from her friend. There was a sturdy tree growing by the side of the road here. I walked her to the tree. I tossed a length of rope over a sturdy branch, allowing it to fall to waist level. Catherine was beginning to get nervous. I wrapped the end of the rope around the chain holding her wrists, checking that the handcuffs were tight. They were. Then I used the other end of the rope to pull her hands up behind her back. She grunted, and eventually ended up bent at the waist to relieve the pressure in her shoulders. "Why are you doing this?" "Because I want to," I decide to reply. "You can't leave me like this." "Why not?" "My shoulders hurt." "Yeah?" "Oh God. Please let me go. Let us go." I left her to struggle with the cuffs while I went back to see how Christi was doing. She was still lying in the road, hidden from the BMW by a number of intervening cars and trucks. I gently shook her shoulder and she awoke with a start. "Oh my god, it wasn't a nightmare." She pulled against her cuffed wrists and wiggled her ankles. "I heard a gunshot. You killed someone didn't you?" I smiled at her. "I could tell you anything and you wouldn't know the truth. But no, I didn't kill anyone. Yet." "You took someone else. Like me. Didn't you." "Nope. I took two." Christi groaned. "And you want me to have sex with them I'll bet." "Actually, I just came back to see if you were OK. You looked pretty tired." "I can't believe that you care." "I need you perky for the mall." I grinned. Christi groaned. "What are you going to do to the ones you took?" "Don't know yet, I'm going to convince them to take us to the mall in their shiny BMW." Christi lay her head back gently on the pavement and closed her eyes again. "I don't have to walk in these chains anymore?" "We'll see." "I feel sorry for them. Don't hurt them too much OK?" "No promises. I'll come back for you when it's time to go." I heard her sigh and watched as she fell asleep in front of me. That pavement must have been uncomfortable, but I guess she'd been through worse. I rummaged through the pack that was beside the sleeping, and chained, beauty. I picked up a few things and wandered back to my new acquisitions. _________________________________________________________ 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 |