Message-ID: <7718eli$9801231814@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Crimson Dragon Subject: Time Out Of Time (Chapter 15) [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: <19980123042852.1769.rocketmail@send1b.yahoomail.com> I'm not sure if anyone ever reads the tops of these things. But here goes anyway. I am posting chapters 14 and 15 of Time Out Of Time. Gets me up to a nice round number. The story is far from over. For those of you who are following the saga and have sent in comments and suggestions, I thank you. The Crimson Dragon is going on a well deserved vacation for a couple of weeks. I am trying my best to keep up with all the e-mail that this story has generated, but I fear that I will fall behind in the next couple of weeks. I will answer all e-mail (except spam of course) eventually. But don't be surprised if it takes until sometime in Feb. Don't let this discourage you from sending in your comments. I will continue posting the story as soon as possible. Okay. 'nuff said. On with the story. Cheers, -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-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 15 - Time Out Of Time] "Our goal here is to find a family somewhere in this mall. I want a reasonably attractive family. Father. Mother. Two daughters. Not too young. Sixteen at least. I want you to help pick them." "What are you going to do to them?" "You'll find out in good time." "Nothing they'll enjoy I'll wager." "Don't know. But I doubt it." "I'm not going to enjoy it either, am I?" "Don't know. But I doubt it." She groaned. "Just please don't make me do anymore lesbian things. I really hate that." She wiggled her tongue for emphasis. About halfway down the mall, Christi reluctantly pointed out a man in his late thirties standing in a women's clothing store. What appeared to be two daughters were frozen looking through the racks of clothing. There was a family resemblance. The two girls looked to be late teens. The man looked extremely bored. "I really wanted a mother as well ..." "Maybe she's in the dressing room. Jesus, I can't believe that I'm helping you." "I guess it won't hurt to find out. That guy looks a bit bored anyway." "I'm sure you'll help him with that." I just smiled and left Christi standing in the middle of the mall, and walked into the store to get a closer look at my victims. I wandered into the dressing rooms and sure enough there were two women in different rooms. The first didn't look promising. A girl of about twenty seven or so just about to pull off her sweater. I toyed with the idea of starting up time and using her, but decided to continue. The next room had a trim woman of about thirty-five ... maybe forty in the middle of dressing. She stood there, motionless with a pair of slacks in her hand, bent down to slip them on. She had a top, still on the hanger. She was only in her bra and panties, having kicked off her shoes to slip on the pants. She bore some resemblance to the girls out in the store, but not as much as the man. Only way to find out for sure was to take them and ask. I wandered back out into the store. Christi had moved into the store, but I decided not to chastise her for leaving the spot I'd left her. "Well?" she asked. "Maybe. I'll wake up the daughter and ask. But I need you out of the way for a moment otherwise she'll really panic." "Damn, what are you going to do, tie me up in another store?" "Not this time, though that doesn't sound like a bad idea. You like books?" The odd comment threw her and she was wary. "Some books." "It's alright, I was just going to give you some time off. You can go browse in the book store next door until I need you." Her face registered complete disbelief. I'd been treating her cruelly for so long, she couldn't believe it. "Go on, before I change my mind and chain you up in a change room." Without another word, she walked out of the women's store with her shortened steps. A smile playing along her lips as she looked forward to some private time. I considered how to best get the family into my control. Probably through the youngest daughter. She looked to be about sixteen or seventeen. I walked up to her. Trim. Well developed chest. Pretty face. She was currently walking towards a rack of evening gowns. I brought out the gun and pointed it at her chest, concentrated and brought time back into focus for her. Her momentum threw her forward and almost into me. To her, it would have appeared like I'd just appeared out of thin air. She made a startled gasp and looked around. The world around her was completely frozen, except for her and I. Her eyes traveled to the gun leveled at her and then up to my face. "Uh hello," she began calmly. "Where'd you come from." Cool girl. "Just dropped in." I waved the gun at her. "Care to sit down?" "I guess." Her eyes on the gun. "What do you want?" she sat down in one of the courtesy chairs. "Your name first." "Jane." Nothing more. "Well, Jane, that your sister over there?" She nodded. "Why isn't she moving? What's happening." "World's frozen." Not much of an explanation, but she didn't have to know all the gory details. All she needed to know was that I had a gun. And she was aware of that. Her eyes hardly left it. "What do you want with me?" I ignored her question. "That your father?" "Uh huh." "Where's your mother?" "Change room." "Your sister's name and age?" Her eyes still on the gun. "Elaine. She's nineteen. I'm seventeen." she volunteered. "Okay, Jane. I need to keep you out of the way for a few minutes. Will you let me tie you into that chair?" I slowly reached down and pulled some rope out of the bag I'd put at my feet. "Are you going to hurt me?" "No." I sort of lied, well, I wasn't going to hurt her for a while yet. And not at all, if everyone cooperated. "Alright. My brother ties me up sometimes. I guess I don't mind as long as you don't hurt me." "Your brother? Is he here as well?" "Nope. Didn't want to do any shopping today. Lucky him." I moved behind the chair and had her place her arms behind her. Quick as lightning, as soon as I was behind the chair, she leapt out of it and began to run. I sighed and mentally narrowed the time bubble around her until she began to slow. Finally, at a complete stop, I casually wandered over to her and stood in front of her. Jammed the gun into her ribs and re animated her time. Her startled scream echoed through the silent mall. To her it had seemed like I instantaneously moved to her from the chair. "Shit," she mumbled. "Next time you try a stunt like that, I'll knock a hole in you the size of New York. Be clear about this. You can't hurt me. You can't get away. And I will hurt you if I have to." I could see the fear in her eyes. The calmness had almost left. But I watched her struggle it back in control. I could almost imagine what she was going through. Alone. A strange guy with a gun. Wanting to tie her up. Of course, she was going to try and escape. I marveled at her self control. Most other women that I'd confronted like this panicked pretty quick. Liz. Catherine. Kimberly. Linda. Christi. But Jane was the first that actually tried a bold escape. Jane sat back in the chair and put her wrists behind the chair without being asked. This time, I lashed her wrists together as she sat calmly. I moved around the front of the chair and lashed her ankles to the chair legs. She squirmed a bit, "You don't have to tie my legs you know. Where am I going to go?" I ignored her and brought the gun up and pressed it into her temple. I felt the poor girl shaking in fear as she felt the gun against her head. I concentrated and all of a sudden the man and the woman identified as Elaine came to life. I felt Jane pulling against the bonds. The father almost immediately saw me. "What the hell ..." The sister turned to see what the problem was. I doubt if either one of them noticed that everyone else was frozen. I remarked casually, "Don't do anything stupid." The father mumbled, "Don't do anything stupid, hell." And began to move towards me. I whipped the gun up from Jane's head and pointed it at his approaching chest. "Sir, I would suggest that you stop. You won't be able to help your daughter if you're dead ..." This stopped him. The sister had frozen as soon as she saw the gun in my hand. "What the hell d'ya want. Let my daughter go. How ..." "What I want, is for you to understand the situation. If you don't do what I say. And exactly what I say, then I'll be forced to shoot one of these pretty girls." "Daddy ..." the girl named Elaine whimpered from behind a rack of clothes. "Now, nice and slowly I want you to leave the store. Go out the concourse and sit down on a bench." He didn't move. "Now." I waved the gun back at Jane, tied in the chair. She whimpered. The man still didn't move. But Jane spoke up in a voice a lot clearer than I would ever have been able in her position. "Please Daddy. Just do what he says." The man, watching me the whole way, backed very slowly out of the store. Reaching behind him, he sat down on the bench but watched what was going on in the store with feral eyes. "Elaine. I don't want to hurt you, but I need you do something for me. I need you to go tie your father to that bench. I need him out of the way. You know how to tie knots don't you?", I said in a voice that shouldn't carry all the way to the concourse. Elaine just stood still and whimpered. I heard the waif under my gun whisper to me, "Then why did you unfreeze him?" A sharp one. She was catching on already that I was controlling the freeze. And that I was up to something. "Elaine is kind of hopeless with knot tying. You haven't played cowgirls and Indians with her. Let me do it. I've learned a lot about tying knots from my brother. I've been in them enough. The little bastard. Just don't hurt anyone." "Elaine, come here." "Elaine hesitated, but began walking over to me and her bound sister. Jane concerned asked, "You okay?" from her chair. Elaine just nodded. "Come here. Sit beside your sister." I heard from the concourse bench, "You bloody bastard. Leave them alone. Do whatever you want to me." I thought to myself. Doing whatever I wanted to the father would be sooo not fun though. I ignored him but kept one eye watching him. He didn't move from his bench though, I guess scared for the safety of his daughters. "You see your sister, Elaine, sit like that." Elaine frightened, moved her arms behind her and crossed her wrists. She gasped as I wrapped some cord around them and tied them off. Same thing with her ankles. I debated going to tie the father myself, but decided that he might make a move if I was close enough. No sense having to start this adventure over again. I already had the girls. "Okay, Janie. I'm going to untie you. You go tie your father to the bench. And I will check if he's tied tight. If not ..." I just let the comment hang. Jane shook off the ropes as I untied her. She picked up the pieces as I followed her out of the boutique and into the concourse. The father was livid. "Now what?" "Jane is going to tie you to the bench to keep you out of the way. I want you to let her." "What the fuck is going on here," he motioned to the motionless people throughout the mall. "Daddy, he can freeze and unfreeze people. Please do what he says," Jane answered for me. "The hell I will." "Daddy, listen to me. He has Elaine tied up in the store. I tried to get away, and he caught me without even trying. That gun is real. Trust me. It doesn't matter what you do. If he doesn't just kill you, he'll freeze you and do whatever it is he wants to me and Elaine anyway. Please just let me tie you to this bench. It doesn't matter. And I'd feel better if you weren't frozen and were here for us. Please." A really sharp one. The father sighed and relaxed somewhat. "Goddamn it okay. But you had better not hurt my daughters or I swear I'll find some way to kill you." _________________________________________________________ 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 |