Message-ID: <7290eli$9803272042@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Crimson Dragon Subject: Time Out Of Time (Chapter 50) [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: <19980327030950.4685.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 50 - Time Out Of Time ] By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) I turned back to Jane who gazed back at me from the sofa. "You let her take a hot shower? By herself?" Incredulous. "I don't always treat you like animals." "I guess not. When your not torturing us, it isn't so bad, I guess. I just wish you'd let us wear something sometimes. And didn't keep us trussed up like dogs all the time." "What would like to wear? Hmmmm? Some stockings? High heels? Corsets? Gloves?" An evil thought. "Chastity belt?" "Oh God. Leave it to you to come up with distasteful things. Nude will do fine, if those are my choices. I suppose it could be worse." "Have to do something about that. Can't have you happy." "Master?" "You don't have to call me Master, right now." "I don't?" "No. What's on your mind? Something's bothering you." I could tell that something was bothering her beyond just having to sit there naked and handcuffed. "God. What have you done to me?" The tears began to form again, but she managed to will them away again. "Here I am. A strong girl. You know. Feministic. Good student. Popular with the guys. And then you come along. Strip me. Humiliate me. Keep me tied up twenty-four hours a day. You hit me a few times and I'm acting like a slut. Talking to you like I'm some kind of slave. Begging. And, oh god, orgasming. God. Having orgasms like I never knew existed. Begging you to hit me. Begging for abuse. I'm sick. I hate myself. I don't know what to do. I don't have anyone to turn to. God. What have you done to me?" By now the girl was weeping. Unable to stop the tears any longer. Confused and scared and finally allowed to let it out. I moved over to the sofa beside her. Wrapped my arms around her. Stroked her hair and her back until she managed to stop crying. She gave a small hiccup and looked up at me. "God. What have I become? Why?" "Janey. Sweetheart. I don't have all the answers." "You know," she choked out slowly. "Remember you punished me in the store? Whipped me?" I nodded. "Oh God. I can't tell you this. I. I. I did it on purpose. I. I could have stayed where you put me. Obeyed. My head knew that I should do what you asked. I wasn't involved. Be happy. But my body went haywire or something. I started to imagine that you'd punish me if I got up and tried to help. Imagined you hitting me with the crop. Me helpless. And the butterflies began to flutter in my stomach. My. My pussy began to throb. It was like I didn't have any choice. My breasts were still aching from yesterday. And I knew that if I pushed you, that you'd tie me down and hit them again. My head was fighting with my body. I. I hated myself. But my body. My pussy. Won. I just got up and took the bottle away from you. At least I stopped you tormenting that poor woman. At least it didn't go for nothing." She began to shake again. "Why? Why? Why?" "Why what?" I asked her gently. "Why the hell does my body like the pain? Why do I get turned on by you forcing me? Humiliating me? Hurting me? Please." "Sweetheart. I really, really don't know." "But you knew that it was happening." I nodded. "Janey, that is why I knew I could make you beg. Just human nature. I forced you to stay so close to release for that long. And then added more and more stimulation. My God, I'm surprised that you held out as long as you did. You are a strong girl. I knew what buttons to press. That's all." I poked her erect nipples for emphasis and she actually giggled. She was going to be alright. "Am I going to be alright?" she asked. She was asking the wrong person. "I think so. Just don't lose your spirit." She thought about that and nodded. "You can make me feel weird things. Apparently, you can even make me beg to humiliate myself. But you'll never have my soul. Got that?" "Deal." I didn't particularly want a completely broken girl anyway. They aren't nearly as much fun. The fun was in the breaking. Or the attempt. "I'm feeling pretty icky as well. Can I have a shower as well?" I gave her a kiss on the nose. Turned her around so her back was towards me. I released her cuffs. As I was releasing her I idly mentioned, "What no slave talk?" "I don't want one that badly. I'm still pretty clean. And I'm tired of being a slave." "If you're not careful, I'll make you take a cold one." She stuck her tongue out at me. Didn't surprise me. The girl was probably feeling about a million times better after just talking it out. She rose to her bare feet. I aimed a swat at her bare bottom and she danced away. "Go on you minx. And have fun." She looked over her bare shoulder just before disappearing down the hallway towards the bathroom. "Your slave thanks you for talking to her." She didn't wait for a response but practically ran down to the shower. Soon I heard her chasing Christi out of the shower. The Aerosmith song being taken up by Jane's voice as the spray hit her tired body. Jane actually had a good voice. I'd have to have her sing for me sometime. I relaxed and waited for the girls to return from their shower. Christi wandered down the hall and poked her head around the corner. Her hair was still slightly damp, though it looked like she had dried most of it. She was wearing light make-up and as I noticed her, she pranced out into the living room. Her body radiant after the shower. She walked over to the easy chair I was sitting in and knelt down. "Feeling better?" I asked her. "Much. Thank-you." Eyes downcast. I waited for a while. She seemed content to just kneel there lost in her own thoughts. It was almost time to rouse Elizabeth and Amy for their breakfast. "You think that you can handle Amy and Elizabeth? Get them up and presentable?" "I guess." She slowly climbed to her feet. "Are you going to let them shower?" "They had a shower before sleeping. They shouldn't need one. Just wake them up and untie them. Brush their hair out." I watched as the bare girl walked slowly back to the bedroom. Seemingly lost in her own thoughts. I thought I heard some soft sounds and groans as the women were awakened. They probably only had six or seven hours of sleep. Not nearly enough after what I put them through. But they really didn't have any choice. If I didn't want them to sleep, then they didn't sleep. They'd be alright. I got up and walked silently down the hallway. Just wanted to check on the girls. Jane was toweling off. She flashed me a smile as I poked my head in the doorway. The bedroom door was ajar. Christi was just untying Amy's feet. She still looked groggy. Elizabeth was brushing out her red hair facing the mirror. She looked a bit sleepy as well. I retreated back to the living room without the three of them even noticing me. Soon all four emerged from the hallway. Christi leading the pack. I marveled at the sight. Not often that you see a pack of beautiful, nude women simply walk out of a hallway. They stood a little awkwardly in the center of the room. Not quite knowing what I wanted from them. I spoke to Christi. "Alright. I want you to re-heat my sandwiches. When you're done, let me know." Christi disappeared into the kitchen. I heard her knock a few pots together and a few minutes later she stuck her head back out, "Soup's on." I nodded to the remaining girls who piled into the kitchen. The table was going to be cramped with five of us, but if it got too uncomfortable, I could always get two of them on the floor. I could hear Christi organizing everyone, like a mother hen. Though she'd been a captive the longest, she was far from the oldest among the girls. She just seemed to have an organized mind. I smiled. After it seemed like they were settled, I joined them. The four girls were jammed together on one side of the table. My seat was reasonably clear as I sat down; I had lots of elbow room. Didn't quite seem fair, but after all they were the captives. I wasn't sure what went through their minds, but one of them was probably smart enough to know that if there wasn't enough room at the table, some of them, if not all, would be eating off the floor. So they pushed themselves together to ensure that I had enough room. Clever, whoever it was. I glanced around at the four beauties. Four gorgeous pairs of breasts. Their bodies pressed together. Faces looking at me expectantly. Wanting to eat, but afraid of starting before me. I nodded to them. Christi and Jane picked up their sandwiches. Christi made a face as she took the first bite, but managed to swallow it. Jane just hungrily chewed into hers. I noticed that Christi hadn't placed cutlery on the table for Elizabeth and Amy. Both having a bowl of cereal, they looked at the food helplessly. Amy spoke up, "Please. Can I get a spoon?" I just shook my head. Christi spoke up. "He won't let us use cutlery." Amy looked incredulous. "You have to be joking. How the hell are we supposed to eat this?" I looked at her. She must have still been sleepy or groggy, perhaps overtired. "Amy?" Christi was taken a bit aback, not expecting this vehemence out of Amy. She glared back at me. "Well, how the fuck am I supposed to eat this?" Elizabeth touched her arm and whispered to her. "Amy. Honey. Calm. Like this." She bent forward. And without the use of her hands even, began to lap at the milk. It was awkward, but she could eat her breakfast. Picking at the cereal with her fingers. Amy watched incredulous. "God. I'm not going to eat like that. I refuse to be treated like an animal anymore. Fuck him. It's not enough that I'm naked here? I can't even use a spoon like a civilized human being? Fuck that." She pushed herself away from the table and got to her feet. "I'm finding some goddamn clothes and getting the hell away from here. What are you going to do about it?" She glared at me. I just calmly gazed back at her. I wasn't too surprised that one of them had snapped. A shouting match wasn't going to solve anything. Elizabeth, Christi and Jane had given up. They just tried to make themselves as tiny as possible. Eating quietly. Trying their damnedest to disappear. Not wanting to be involved further in this. Not even Jane. Amy, still angry, stalked out of the kitchen. I could hear her stomping down the hallway. Still muttering. I gave her a few minutes and then got to my feet. Jane looked up at me. Always the brave one. I was actually surprised that she was brave enough to say anything. "Please. Master. Please don't ... she's just frustrated. She's just a girl." One look and her jaw snapped shut audibly. She didn't want to be a part of this. She knew that the punishment for Amy was going to be far beyond any punishment that her body might welcome. Jane just went back to taking tiny bites of her sandwich. Trying to disappear again. She whispered softly, "Please. I'm sorry." I walked slowly out and down the hall. I stopped at the bedroom doorway where Amy was already in a bra and panties. She was crying, just about to pull a sweater over her head. "Care to apologize?" I asked softly. "Fuck you." She glared at me. "I'm tired of being your slave. Tired of being tied up to sleep. Tired of being kept without the simple dignity of clothing. Tired of jumping when you say jump. I'm not your toy. You should be apologizing to me. You fucking bastard." "Amy. Calm down. You know I'm not going to let you walk out of here." "What are you going to do about it?" She pulled the sweater over her head. I was beginning to see that she had lost it. She simply didn't care anymore. That could be dangerous. I debated just returning her. I didn't need these problems. However. If I did that, the other women might see a way out. If they acted nuts, and openly disobeyed, resisted, I might give up on them and just return them to the bliss of the frozen time line. That wouldn't be good. I simply couldn't let Amy get away with this rebellion. "Amy. Don't make it worse on yourself." "That's a laugh. How could it be worse? Eating out of a bowl like some kind of animal. I'm not your freaking pet. Goddammit." "Actually you are. And believe me. It can always be worse." "Fuck you. What are you going to do about it? Fucker. I'm leaving." This could become very dangerous. I had a wild girl here. The other three, unbound in the kitchen. I couldn't very well enlist the other three. They were scared at the moment. But if they saw the chance, they might try to overpower me. That just wouldn't be good. I could stop them. I wasn't afraid of that. But the last thing I needed was rebellion. Guess I should have bound them for breakfast. But I wasn't expecting this. _________________________________________________________ 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 |