Message-ID: <7601eli$9804051759@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Crimson Dragon Subject: Time Out Of Time (Chapter 56) [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: <19980405190001.7588.rocketmail@send1c.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. 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If you are still with me, read on and please enjoy. - crimson [ Chapter 56 - Time Out Of Time ] By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) I tossed the gags into the pack. I'd have to have one of the girls rinse off the toys later. No sense in getting the whole pack of them sick by switching around gags and stuff. Just because I was controlling a new timeline doesn't mean that I could be careless of basic hygiene. Not a lot of doctors wandering around. Same reason I didn't want to hurt them too badly. Infected cuts could cause problems for me. I helped the two girls off their knees and guided them towards the mall entrance. Jane hesitated, as I knew she would. Wearily I turned back towards her, knowing what was coming. I knew I should have kept her gagged. At least until we got to her family. "Please. Master. Can this slave speak now?" It wasn't going to do her any good at all, but I thought it might be entertaining to hear her beg. "Alright." "Th-this slave was wondering ... hoping ... that you might reconsider taking her into this mall." "Why's that?" "Please. This slave is begging her master not to have to torment her family. It's not right. Not fair. She's been a good girl. Even helped you with the others. Please. God. Have some mercy on her." "Your family is going to want to see you." She looked down at herself. Collar. Leash. Bare. Hands chained behind her. "Please. Sir. Not like this. They won't want to see me like this. And I ... th-this slave doesn't want to see them suffering. Please. Just return them. Have some compassion." "You father is going to think that I hurt you. And your mother and sister. Maybe even killed you. How am I going to convince them that you are alright, if you aren't there." "Oh God." "And if you aren't there, whose going to be there to stop me from hurting them more than I should? Who will be there to beg for them?" "Please. Don't hurt them." "If there's nobody around to beg me to stop, why wouldn't I just keep hurting them?" She just looked at me dully, defeat in her eyes. "Alright. You bastard. I. Th-this slave will come along if you allow her. Master?" "Yes?" "What if they have already ..." she broke down crying unable to continue the thought. "Jane. They're fine. Very thirsty. Very hungry. Maybe uncomfortable. But they'll be there. Okay?" She nodded. Tears still rolling down her face. I gathered up the womens' leashes and led them past the glass doors. As I walked into the mall I heard singing. A throaty voice singing "Joy, to the World." As Jane's bare feet crossed over the threshold and into the mall, she stopped, bringing us to a stop. Elizabeth almost walking into me again. "'lainey?" she whispered. Then raising her voice. "'lainey?" I heard a faint voice from down the mall, croaking. "Jane? Thank God. Are you alright?" I turned to Elizabeth. "Lizzy?" she nodded. "I need you to find water. A fair bit of it. Bring it to the center aisle of the mall. Can you do that?" "Please. Master. Maybe. But my hands." I reached forward and she turned around. I released her cuffs. "Back in front." Meekly she held out her hands in front of her and I slipped the cuffs back onto her. I nodded to her. She scampered away in search of water. Jane just whispered to me, "Please. I'm begging you. Do what you want to me, but please just let them have the water and free them. Please." I tugged her leash and pulled her stumbling behind me. Ignoring her plea. In moments we were in front of the suffering family. I must have left them longer than I'd intended. Hard to keep track of time in this timeline. I couldn't quite recall when I'd left them. They looked like hell. Dora, the mother, was still lying on top of Elaine, the sister. Her lips parched. Her eyes slightly sunken. Her wrists badly chafed where the rope held her to her elder daughter. Probably bruised her wrists trying to free herself. Getting out of Jane's knots, though, you may as well not bother trying. Elaine, her eyes closed looked a bit better. But still awful dry. The father, Dave, was still sitting bound in Jane's knots. Though he had managed to push the gag out of his mouth. His eyes were closed as well. He appeared to be sleeping. Dora looked up and in a raspy voice spoke. "Thank God. I thought that you'd left us for dead." Jane whispered to me. "Oh God. Please. Master. This slave begs to be allowed to go to them. Please." I nodded and she scampered forward on her bare feet. Kneeling down beside her mother and sister. Nuzzling her mother. Unable to touch her with her hands bound behind her. They cried a bit. Calling each other's names. Asking if they were alright. They lied to each other telling that they were fine and not to worry. The usual. Finally, Jane just leaned in closer to her mother's ear. "Mom? Listen to me. He's going to give you water soon. Okay? He's just sent Elizabeth to find some. He's going to make me do terrible things. I'm going to let him." She choked a bit on her tears. "It was the only way to get you out of this. Okay? He's going to let you go at the end. I promise. All of you. Just do whatever he says. No matter what you think of it. It will be alright. He'll hurt me. Maybe hurt you. But at least you'll be alive. Please. For me?" "Jane. Has he hurt you? Raped you? Is he going to let you go as well?" "Mom. I'm going to be honest with you. He's hurt me. Not badly. He hasn't raped me. I promise. And I don't think he'll let me go with you. But I'll be alright. He hasn't treated me badly. As long as I obey him, it's okay. I'm strong. I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. Worry about Elaine and Daddy. Just do what he says and he'll let you go." "Oh God." I looked over my shoulder. Elizabeth was walking quickly towards me. Concern on her face. I waited for her to approach. Jane continued talking to her mother. Elizabeth had come empty handed. Before I could question her, she spoke. "Please. Sir. Don't punish me. But ..." "Water?" I asked her. "Please. I was trying to explain. I found water. But I c-couldn't get at it. Please don't punish me. Oh God." She was very frightened for some reason. Perhaps just a remainder of the Amy incident. "Couldn't get at it?" "I. I found a variety store back there. Please. It's not my fault. It has a fridge at the back. Lots of bottles of water. I couldn't get at them. I couldn't open the doors. I tried. I really tried. I even tried to break the glass for you. I just hurt my hands. Please don't punish me. I don't want the gag back. Please." "Do you need your handcuffs off?" She looked confused. "Sir?" "Could you open the fridge if your handcuffs were off?" I was thinking she couldn't reach the lock. She began to cry helplessly. Shook her head. I was completely confused. She was frightened. That I understood. She didn't want to be punished. Was afraid of the gag. No use lying. If she couldn't open the doors with or without the handcuffs. I'd find out. She couldn't understand herself why she couldn't open the doors. A seemingly simple task. "Calm down, Elizabeth. Stay here." I walked back to Jane, still talking and crying softly with her mother. "Janey? I have a problem here. I have to leave for a minute. Come here." "Oh God. They need water. Please." "I'm trying to get some water. You have to come with me for a second." She climbed to her feet. Still babbling. "Please. My father. He passed out a while ago. A few hours. Mom hasn't been able to wake him. Please can we see if he's alright. Oh God." The girl was starting to get hysterical. I wasn't too surprised. I knew it was a risk if I wanted to involve Jane in this. I gently slapped her face. Not hard. Just to bring her back to reality. Dora moaned, but Jane just snapped back. She'd been through worse than a light slap. Much worse. "Oh God. I'm sorry. But my father. Please." "Alright. Alright. Just come with me." Jane looked over her shoulder at her bound family, but allowed me to guide her a little way away. Nearer Elizabeth. I walked her to a large support pillar that stood in the middle of the mall. I fished a short length of chain out of the pack and wrapped it around the pillar. Using a padlock to secure it. I connected a link of the chain to Jane's collar and locked it in place. Jane protested weakly. "Please. Why?" "Jane. That's your family over there. Hurting. I can't risk you being free and about while I deal with this problem. Normally, I'd trust you. I have before. But not now. I can't risk you doing something silly." She understood. No matter how hard it was on her. She was a bright girl. She knew that I just was keeping her from doing something she'd regret. She nodded and simply asked, "What problem?" "I don't know yet. Elizabeth was having trouble with the water." "Oh God. They need water." "I know dear. I know. I'll be back in a few moments." I walked back over to her father. Dave, I think his name was. I checked. His wrists were chafed as were Dora's. He just appeared to be sleeping. Perhaps getting away from the pain for a while. He was breathing shallowly. I didn't wake him. Probably just exhausted. I'd wake him when the water was available. I reported back to Jane. "Janey. Your father is just sleeping. He's alright. He's breathing. Okay?" The girl was crying, but she nodded. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to have her here. But what was done, was done. No sense in backing things up. We'd make out alright. Jane would survive. I walked over to Elizabeth. "Show me." She led me back to the variety store. Along the way she tried to explain herself to me. "I don't understand it. I feel so useless. Please don't punish me. It's not my fault. Really, I tried." "Elizabeth. Honestly. It's OK. I won't punish you unless you did something really braindead." She looked relieved. Until she realized that she may have missed something obvious. A catch on the door. Something. She wasn't in the clearest state of mind. She held her breath as I approached the fridge she had indicated. She pointed with her bound hands. It was just one of those upright refrigerators that keep soft drinks, bottled water, juice and such. True to her word, the top shelf was full of spring water. There wasn't a lock. There didn't seem to be any reason that she couldn't just slide the thing open and do what I asked. I looked at her puzzled. She just looked a little uneasy. I tried to open the door. No go. The damn thing wouldn't open. Stuck. I checked for a lock. Ice. Anything. Until, my brain kicked in. Elizabeth and I were in our own little pocket of normal time. The refrigerator was sitting in the prime timeline. Frozen to us. In the hardware store it had been easier to cast a large bubble of time around the whole store and remove the people that I wasn't interested in from the timeline. Jane was able to get at the water in the office and nothing was frozen. As long as you didn't step foot outside of the store doors. And even there I just slowed time down, so any escape attempt wouldn't end up with the girl snapping back to normal time. I couldn't do that here. Too many people in the mall. Too hard to remove the pockets where the people were. Too many places to miss people. Store rooms. Washrooms. Offices. I must have been getting tired not to realize this right away. I stepped back. I concentrated and cast a bubble of normal time around the cooler. I heard it hum to life. "Try it now." Elizabeth walked forward and tried to open the door. Surprised that it slid open without a problem. "Please. I'm confused. Please don't punish me. I swear it didn't open before. What did you do?" I toyed with the idea of messing with her mind. Punishing her anyway. But I had work to do with Jane's family. The father was in rough shape. Needed water. I left the issue open. "Elizabeth? You know there's a punishment for lying." "Oh God. Please. I'm not lying. I couldn't open it before. Please. I. Don't want to be punished. I. The doors wouldn't open before. Really." "We'll see. Grab some water for now." She held out her bound arms. I'd intended to just have her pick up a couple of bottles, but she was right. We were going to need a lot of water. That was a whole family out there. Dying of dehydration. I picked up a bunch of water bottles. Loading them onto her arms. I'm sure that they were heavy. At least for a girl. But she didn't complain. I picked up a couple of bottles in my hands and she trailed me carefully and a bit slower making her way back out to the tormented family. I approached Jane, still chained to the pillar. Her eyes locked onto the bottles of water. I began to unchain the nude woman from the pillar, leaving the links hanging from her throat. She whimpered, but didn't speak. "Jane. I know you won't understand, but remember the way I had you give Kimberly the water? At first?" "Oh God. Please don't make me do that. It's. It's so humiliating." "Jane. You have to trust me on this. It's for their own good." I wasn't lying here. Giving them the cold water in great gulps would just make them sick. Their bodies desperately needing the fluid, but rejecting it. "You are such a bastard. I'll do it. Please. Unchain my hands? Please?" I nodded. "I'll unchain your hands from behind you so you can get the water yourself. Do you promise to behave yourself?" She looked down. "Yes. I'll behave." "Okay. One mouthful to each. Slowly. Move from person to person." I unlocked the handcuffs from behind her back. Moving her wrists in front of her. I pressed the cold bottle of water into her hands and undid the top. Her eyes were begging me not to subject her to this. It was one thing to have to kiss Kimberly. Not related. But she was going to have to give her mother, her father and her sister water through kisses. I couldn't help her here. Her family simply couldn't take the water any other way. I'd have to let the water stand to cool and somehow convince the thirsty ones to sip it. And Jane would be angry at me anyway for making them wait. Not that I cared. But this had a dual purpose. The family was far too dry to care how they got fluid. Jane, hate filling her eyes, raised the bottle to her own lips, filling her mouth. She held the water, distending her cheeks with it. She walked over to her mother and sister, touching her mother's lips with her own. Their lips making a seal, opening. I watched her mother's throat muscles kick in and swallow the water. Jane broke the forced kiss and filled her mouth again. Prepared to give her mother another mouthful of the precious liquid. I gently touched her shoulder. "Jane. Give the next mouthful to Elaine. You have to rotate." "Listen to him," her mother whispered. I suspect that the mother knew why I was forcing this to go slowly. With body temperature water. I never knew what she did. Perhaps a nurse? Not quite understanding, Jane shuffled to her sister. Leaning down between her mother's legs, kissing her sister full on the mouth. Giving her the mouthful of water. Elaine sighed as the kiss was broken. Wanting more. Much more. I indicated the father. Still blissfully asleep. Not having to watch this. I sat on the bench beside him and gently shook his shoulder. He stirred but didn't awaken. I gently slapped his face. He awoke with a start struggling with the bonds. Probably not realizing where he was. His eyes registered comprehension and he growled at me. "You fucking son-of-a-bitch. I am going to kill you. My family," he was very calm about it. His voice was far more raspy than even Dora's. I think I read somewhere that males get dehydrated much quicker than females. Jane, still having not filled her mouth with water, spoke from her knees. "Daddy? It's OK. Please don't threaten him. He's going to let you all go. Everyone but me. Please. He's going to give you some water." "I don't want his water. The son-of-a-bitch. Are you alright sweetheart?" "Daddy. I'm fine. He hasn't hurt me. He's treated me well. Better than you. Please. Trust me. You'll be fine." "Sweety. My sweet Jane. You sure you are alright?" She swallowed any semblance of pride and willed the tears out of her eyes. "Yes Daddy. I wouldn't lie to you," she lied. "Please. You have to take some water or he's going to hurt you. Or me. I'm sorry Daddy, but he's making me give the water mouth to mouth. I don't know why. I've already given a mouthful to Elaine and Mom. It doesn't bother me. Please?" "Water. God. What does that taste like again?" he rasped. "Please Daddy? Let me give you some water." "Alright, sweety. For you." Hate in his eyes. Jane just tilted the water bottle up again, pleading in her eyes. Filled her small mouth again. Rose up on her knees and leaned into her father, giving him a full kiss on the mouth. Transferring the water. His throat muscles working, taking every drop. Jane worked tirelessly. Moving from person to person. Giving them the water until the water bottle was gone. Colour began to return to them all as the water was absorbed into their systems. Finally the water was gone and Jane rose up on her knees and looked at me questioningly. "Please. Master. Can a slave have the other bottle?" _________________________________________________________ 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 |