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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. <Does this really need saying? Isn't this common sense? Hello?> 
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. Needless to say, giving me credit for the story is 
not an option. 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.

I'd like to thank Rowan for her excellent feedback and commentary on
the 
story thus far. She's now putting her talents into proof-reading the 
story, and for this I'm appreciative. Hopefully, this will help keep
the 
story lines lively, interesting and entertaining.

If you are still with me, read on and please enjoy.

- crimson



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Chapter 66 - Time Out Of Time

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By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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"Gertrude. I don't want to panic you, but I need you out of the way."

"What are you going to do to me? Kill me?"

"No. No. Nothing that drastic. I'm going to introduce you to someone. 
And she is going to take care of you. Alright?"

"She? Who? What?" Confusion reigning again in her mind.

"Janey!" I called. My voice echoing around the house. I could feel the 
girl moving throughout the house. The house making every movement
known. 
We were in the room closest to the stairs. I could hear her bare feet 
moving on the tile until she reached the base of the stair.

"Yes?" Jane called up. Gertrude's face was a mask of fright. Someone 
else was in her house?

"Jane. Come up here. First door."

I could hear the girl climbing the stairs. I glanced out the window.
The 
backyard was huge. A pool. Tennis courts. Tall oak trees graced the 
property. I wasn't aware that there were places left like this in the 
city.

Leaving Gertrude in the room, I met Jane in the hallway. I whispered to 
her so that Gertrude wouldn't hear.

"I've got a woman in there. Her name is Gertrude. Older lady. She's 
scared to high heaven."

"No wonder. You're here. She naked yet? Poor woman."

I glared at Jane. "She's in her nightgown. I don't find her
particularly 
attractive."

"Lucky her," Jane mumbled. I glared at her again, and this time Jane 
paled a bit. Knew she had overstepped her bounds. "Oh God. I'm sorry. 
What do you need me to do?"

"Take her. Calm her down. Take her into the backyard. Tie her to a
tree. 
She isn't going to like that, but explain to her the alternative. When 
you're done, let me know. I'll slow time to a crawl for her, so she 
essentially is out of time again."

"You are letting her go?"

"She's in the way at the moment. And she doesn't understand."

Jane just nodded. Not unwilling to help a woman escape my grasp. I 
released the handcuffs on her wrists. I didn't want Gertrude deciding
to 
take advantage of Jane because she was handcuffed. Jane was younger and 
stronger than Gertrude. I just hoped that Gertrude listened. I didn't 
particularly want her to force me to hurt her.

I walked back into the room. Gertrude was standing on the far side.
Away 
from the door. Trying to get as far away as she could. Badly frightened.

"Gertrude. I'd like you to meet Jane. She's going to help you. If you 
listen to her, you don't have to get hurt. Okay?"

Gertrude nodded. Her eyes widening as Jane stepped into the room. Her 
robe still unbelted not really covering her nudity. Jane tried her best 
to wrap it around herself, but was only partially successful. Any time 
she had to use her hands for something other than holding the robe 
closed allowed it to swirl open, revealing her nakedness beneath. Jane 
was used to it.

"What the hell is going on here?" Gertrude blurted out.

Jane took a deep breath, let the robe just fall as it would, and walked 
over to the frightened woman.

"Gertrude. You have to listen to me. Please. This man. He. He's capable 
of very bad things. He can hurt you, and me, very badly if we don't 
listen to him. I know you don't understand. You haven't been whipped 
yet. But if you listen to me, you never have to feel it. You are so 
lucky. Please listen to me."

At the word "whipped", Gertrude pulled in her breath. Fear really 
settled in her eyes.

"Wh-what does he want from me?"

"Oh God. Gertrude, I know this won't make any sense. But you have to do 
what I say. Okay?" She numbly nodded. "I'm going to take you downstairs 
and outside. Okay? And I'm going to ... to ... tie you to one of those 
oak trees. It won't hurt. I promise."

"Oh my God. You have to be kidding."

"I'm not Gertrude."

"You won't get away with this. The neighbours. The police."

Jane took a deep breath. "Gertrude. You have to listen to me. Please. 
You wouldn't believe what he is capable of. The pain he can put you in."

"No. I'm not going to let you tie me to a tree. Are you crazy?"

Jane sighed. "Look." She opened her robe. Exposing her bare chest to
the 
woman. She pointed to herself. Various places on her bare breasts. 
Gertrude averted her gaze from the bare youthful body displayed in
front 
of her. "Gertrude. Look at me. Please?" Gertrude finally couldn't keep 
her gaze away any longer. "Look at the marks. See these? This bruise? 
Here? And here?"

Gertrude nodded. Horror reflecting in her face.

"He whipped me. A couple of days ago. The marks are still there. You 
don't want to have that happen to you, do you? I made the mistake of
not 
listening to him."

Gertrude just numbly nodded. Really badly frightened.

"He can do this to you too. Please. It's for the best. Trust me. Just
do 
what he wants. You'll do it eventually anyway."

"What makes you think that he won't just whip me when I'm tied to a 
tree?"

Jane sighed. "I don't know that. But I've known him a lot longer than 
you have known him. Please. If he wants to whip you, he will. Nothing 
you can do to stop him."

Remembering how easily I caught her when she tried to escape, she 
nodded.

"I'll do what you say. Please. Just don't hurt me. Please?"

Jane nodded. "I won't hurt you unless he tells me to. And he hasn't
yet. 
Okay?"

Gertrude nodded. Jane took her hand reassuringly and began to lead the 
trembling woman out of the room. I heard Gertrude scream just before
she 
was led outside. Not sure what that was about. I watched from the
window 
as the ill-robed girl led Gertrude out into the backyard. Their feet 
making soft tracks in the grass.

I could see Jane talking to the woman. From my vantage point there was 
no way to know what was being said, but it looked like Jane was trying 
to comfort the woman. Gertrude stood still, looking around. Probably
not 
quite understanding why her neighbours weren't helping. Weren't even 
noticing the sight of her in her nightgown tied to an oak in her own 
backyard. But she was docile enough as Jane wrapped the rope around her 
wrists and ankles, loosely holding her to the tree. Jane climbed back
to 
her bare feet. She checked the ropes and gave Gertrude a reassuring 
kiss. She fairly ran back into the house, letting Gertrude begin to 
struggle with the bonds. No doubt calling out for help.

Soon Jane re-entered the room.

"Done." She was out of breath.

"Nicely done, too."

"I didn't want to do that, you know. She was such a nice woman. She 
deserves better."

"I'm not torturing her, am I?"

"I guess. But she was so frightened."

"I'll deal with that as well."

I looked out the window and concentrated on Gertrude's bubble of time.
I 
narrowed it until it moved at barely a thousandth of normal time. It
was 
enough to keep her in our timeline, but not enough that she'd even be 
aware of the events around her. The ropes would prevent her from moving 
around, even at that slow time rate. She effectively became very
unaware 
of any events around her. Jane watched the transformation with me in 
fascination.

"I really wish I knew how to do that."

"And if you did, that would be the end of my control over you."

"Christ, yeah."

"And that, my dear, is why you don't know."

"Someday maybe you'll teach me."

"Right."

Again without being told, she raised her wrists, offering them to me. I 
slipped the steel back around her. She twisted her wrists a bit to find 
the most comfortable position. She was getting used to the ornaments as 
well as the others.

She looked at me. "You know you don't have to put these on us anymore. 
We aren't about to disappear or anything."

"I know."

"You just like to see us in them. Don't you?"

"You've got it."

"So we better get used to them for the rest of our stay, huh?"

"They aren't so bad. It could be a lot worse."

"I guess. At least you don't keep us in ankle chains, gags and nipple 
clamps all the time. Or make us wear things that cut off our 
circulation."

"Leniency. As long as you are good."

"I learned that lesson. Remember."

I smiled at her and changed the course of the conversation. "So, what 
did our host scream at down there while you were taking her out?"

"Actually, she screamed twice. I just managed to cover her mouth before 
the second one erupted into an ear splitter."

"What the heck happened?"

"Well. The first one caught me off guard. Elizabeth has taken the 
liberty of catching up on her reading. Sprawled out in the library on a 
leather recliner. Well, she left the door open understandably. You'd 
freak if she had closed it. And well, Gertrude happened to glance in. 
Saw our nude beauty in handcuffs quietly reading Dickens or something. 
Gave both of them quite a start. You didn't tell Gertrude about the
rest 
of them, did you? Anyway, I hurriedly explained about the other two. 
Hoping that we wouldn't run into them on our way out. We didn't.
Problem 
is, the way out was through the kitchen. Well, you had told us not to
go 
in there and we haven't. So even I didn't know about her cook, Polly or 
something, standing there. Frozen. Making tea or something silly.
Nearly 
startled me to death. I managed to stifle Gertrude's next screech just 
as she was opening her mouth. Do you have any idea how hard it was to 
explain that to her? Poor frazzled woman. Thou art a shit, you know."

I watched a grin play across Jane's fine features. She was pretty proud 
of herself.

I acknowledged her. "You done good." I kissed her on her offered cheek. 
I gave her a light slap on her rear end. "Go on back to what you were 
doing before I interrupted you."

"What if I was making love to Christi?" Her grin widened mischievously. 
I could tell she was kidding.

I gave her another sharper whack. Couldn't have hurt her very much 
through the terrycloth. I was going to have to relieve those ladies of 
the garments soon. I hated not being able to connect with bare skin at
a 
time like this.

"Well then, by all means, get back to it. I'll call when I need your 
services again," I responded to her.

She pranced away, seductively swinging her hips as she left the room. I 
listened to her as she descended the stairs. Far happier than I'd seen 
her in a long time. I didn't have an explanation. Perhaps I wasn't 
tormenting her enough.

I wandered back around the hallway. Stopping in front of the mysterious 
door. I guess I was about to find out what her husband did for a living.






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