Message-ID: <7262eli$9803261907@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Crimson Dragon Subject: Time Out Of Time (Chapter 49) [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: <19980325225849.27784.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 49 - Time Out Of Time ] By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) "God, I'm tired," Christi muttered as we passed through the doors. Her whole body ached from the games. I checked my watch. "You've only been up for six hours." "Six hours? My God. It seems like forever." I looked at her. "I'm still full of energy." "You would be. You haven't been nude, chained and forced to endure abuse for six hours." I just smiled at her and she stuck out her tongue. "Jane?" "Yes?" she answered cheerily. Glad to be away from the store. "Do you know how to drive?" "I don't have a license." "I doubt if any cops are going to stop us. And if they do, your lack of a license will be the least of my problems. Can you drive?" "My boyfriend let me drive his car once. But Christi drove us here. Why me?" "Christi claims she is tired. Tired drivers cause accidents." "And drivers without licenses don't?" she raised her eyebrows. I shook my head. Her sarcasm was going to cause her trouble in the future. I ignored it this time. To be honest, it didn't bother me a lot. "Do you think you can drive us back to the hotel?" "I guess. If I don't have a choice." I considered having her drive. I didn't particularly want her without her steel bands. She still looked ravishing in those restraints. Inexperienced driver. No license. Nude. Strange car. Hands bound. Odd driving conditions. Didn't sound like a wonderful situation to me. And I wanted to get back to the hotel. Walking, though pleasant, wasn't in the plans for today. Perhaps later. I just looked at Christi. She sighed. "OK. I'll drive." Not even bothering to suggest that I take the wheel. She managed to open the drivers door to the Toyota with her bound wrists without too much trouble. Slipping in behind the steering wheel and waiting for me and Jane. I turned to Jane. "Wrists." She obediently held her hands up for me. I unlocked her wrists and had her turn around. She reluctantly held her hands behind her back and I slipped the cuffs back on her. She turned around, a hurt expression on her face. The girls really did prefer their hands in front of them if they had to be bound. "Well, if you're useless to drive, then why should I have your hands in front. This looks much prettier." I watched as she fought back the tears. Tears brought on by her helplessness. Her complete inability to do anything about her situation. The fact that she had to stand there and allow me to bind her hands behind her. Not having any voice in the matter. She bravely fought the tears and slipped into the back seat of the car. Her eyes looking at me accusingly. She probably thought that she had earned the privilege of having her hands bound in front of her. And truthfully she had. She'd been more than cooperative today. But life isn't always fair. Especially for women under my control. I slipped the seat belt around her waist and down between her bare breasts holding her safely into the seat. She settled back and closed her eyes. I climbed into the passenger side and belted myself in as well. "Drive on, James ... er Jamie." "Where to?" "Back to the hotel. No rush." I settled back and took Jane's lead and closed my eyes. I felt the car jostling as the naked woman guided it through the strange world back to the hotel. I opened my eyes as we arrived. Christi just parked in front, an impossibility if the world was running. Damn taxis and such getting in the way. Christi handed me the keys to the car. I'm not really sure what she did with them last time. As she handed me the keys she spoke, "In case I'm not with you next time you need the car. I don't exactly have pockets anymore." She glanced down at her bare body. "You have a couple of places to keep them." "Oh God. Please no." She realized where she might have to keep the keys given that she had no clothing. I grinned at her and gently took the keys from her fingers. I slipped the key into my own pocket and climbed out of the car as she sighed in relief. Christi managed to get her own seatbelt off, and out of the car on her own. Jane sat quietly waiting for me to come and release her, her hands tied a little more awkwardly than Christi's. Once we all had gotten out of the car, we walked straight through the lobby of the hotel. Two bare girls and me. Just as we neared the stairs, I stopped them. I pointed back the way we came. "See that girl behind the desk?" I pointed to a young redhead frozen in the middle of the working at the computer. Christi and Jane nodded. "Before we leave here, she's going to be spread out between those two pillars. Begging." Christi just turned pale. "God. You know already that you are going to torture her. God help her." "Yup. Nipple clamps. The crop against her back as she begs and screams. While you use that wonderful tongue of your's on her puss." "Oh my God. Please no." "Not now. Later." "Is that my punishment?" referring to her bargain to get Kimberly off our timeline. I just shook my head. "If it was your punishment, the positions would be reversed. You'd be tied to the pillars and begging as you were cropped. The redhead on her knees making love to you. I've got something better in mind for you." "I'm sure I'll love it." I idly wondered what the redhead's name was going to be as I watched the lithe nude bodies climbing the stairs in front of me. We entered the quiet suite. I remembered that I'd left Elizabeth and Amy sleeping peacefully in the bedroom. I poked my head in, and they were both still happily asleep. I quietly shut the door, leaving them in peace. For now. I released Christi's hands. She stood rubbing her wrists, not having been free of the steel bands for a long time. "Christi?" I addressed her. "Yes sir." "I want you to make us some lunch. Peanut butter for you and Jane. One sandwich each. Grilled cheese for myself. Two. And breakfast for Elizabeth and Amy. I'm going to wake them soon. Maybe make them some toast and cereal." "Please. Can I ask for something. Small?" Christi looked a bit agitated. "Yes ..." "Peanut butter sandwiches? Please. I don't like peanut butter. Never have." "Are you allergic to nuts?" "No. I just can't stand the taste ... or the consistency," she explained. "Does it matter what you like?" "No sir," her face falling. "I'll eat the peanut butter." The nude blonde wandered towards the kitchen. I heard her begin her preparations to prepare the food. I guided Jane to the couch. She sat down daintily and settled back into the sofa. Legs crossed. I sat down in the easy chair facing her. She just gazed at me for a few minutes. I could tell that she was struggling with something. Wanting to talk but not knowing how to start. Perhaps afraid of starting. One advantage of having the women nude, their body language was a lot more pronounced. I doubt if they were even aware of it. But I was beginning to be able to tell their moods and sometimes even their thoughts from how they held their bodies. She opened her mouth and closed it again. Pulled weakly at her wrists. "Please," she began. "Can a slave beg to have her hands free. She hates them behind her. Please." "Jane. I like you with your hands back there." "You don't have any idea what its like to be in chains all the time. Please." "Jane. Something on your mind?" "Oh God. Can I talk without you punishing me?" "I'm listening. What's up?" Tears filled her eyes and one escaped. She shook her head in frustration. Not being able to wipe the moisture from her face. I reached forward and stroked the tear from her cheek. "Jane," I started. "It's about the store isn't it?" I was just trying to get her talking. Normally, I wouldn't make it this easy on any of them. In this case, I had a funny feeling I knew what was on her mind and I didn't really feel like tormenting her further. "I'm so confused," her voice low. "'bout what?" As though I didn't know. "You bastard. You made me beg." "Yeah. I knew I could." "How?" "What?" "How did you know? You could do that to me?" She was crying a bit now. Still pulling at her bound hands. Her bare feet curling and uncurling her toes. "Jane. It wasn't hard. In your position, you can't hide a lot. Your body gave me all the signals." "My body. Dammit. If you didn't keep us naked all the time ..." "I like you naked." "Don't I know it. And you like making us do things too. And keeping us bound, helpless, humiliated. Like animals." "Hey. I treat you better than animals." "Not much. We're just pretty, female pets to you. Look at me." That wasn't hard. I let my eyes run down her bare body and back up to her face. "I'm a person over here. Hello? I'm Jane. I have a name. I'm not just an object. Put here for your pleasure. I have feelings. I hurt. God, how I hurt for you. I'm a human being. I shouldn't be treated like this." "So you want me to treat you like a human being right?" "Isn't that just common sense. Please. I'm not equipped to handle this. I'm only seventeen." "Jane. You are a strong girl. You are holding up a hell of a lot better than I would in your place." "Damn right. But do I have a choice? You'll punish me if I don't." Her eyes widened slightly as Christi walked into the room. Jane stopped talking as Christi knelt down by my feet and looked up at me. I guess I could have forced her to continue despite Christi's presence, but decided that it might be better to continue the discussion in private. "I'm done. Food is on the table," Christi spoke from the floor at my feet. "We're not ready for it yet." "Oh." "Would you like to take a shower?" "God. Would I?" she looked up at me hopefully. "Two showers in one day. That's pretty extravagant. But I guess you've been through a lot. Go shower." She continued to kneel there. Her face a mask of concentration. "What is it?" She gathered up her courage. "Is your slave allowed to use hot water?" her eyes exceptionally expressive this time. She must have really wanted to use hot water. Used her slave talk and everything. Took a bit of concentration. It was unusual for Christi to slip into the third person for me. Jane could turn it on and off at will. And did. I had to bite back a smile. "I don't know. A private shower. *And* hot water? I'm not sure if you've done anything to deserve hot water." Previously I'd always forced the girls to take showers together. Two or three at a time. This was unusual letting her take one alone. Giving her time to herself. She was pushing her luck and knew it. "Oh please. This slave begs her master. She doesn't want to use cold water. Please. This slave will be good for the rest of the day. She promises. Please?" I relented. I couldn't think of anything that she'd done lately that required punishment. Maybe she actually would behave for the rest of the day. I nodded at her. "Go have a hot shower." She didn't need to be told again. She climbed to her bare feet. She tossed a quick whispered "Thank-you" over her shoulder as she scampered to the bathroom. Moments later I heard the water running and her softly singing to herself in the shower. Some Aerosmith tune, I think. _________________________________________________________ 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 |