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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 
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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 67 - Time Out Of Time

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By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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I unfroze the door and slipped the key into the lock. I heard a faint 
click as the bolt withdrew from the door frame. I glanced at the door
as 
I twisted the knob. For an interior door it was solid. I could have 
smashed through it if necessary, but it would have been an effort. Mr. 
Evan Mayer was concerned about his security. I stepped into a large
room 
and looked around.

The room was decorated in a very masculine fashion. Greens. Browns. 
Bookcases filled with binders, notes and books against the far wall. A 
large desk. Picture windows covered with heavy green draperies. A 
mirrored wall helped enhance the size of the room. A leather sofa and 
recliner. What looked like a closet, or an entrance to another room. 
Dark green carpeting beneath my running shoes. Tasteful art hung on the 
wall. A few potted plants.

Evan was seated in the recliner, wearing a dark business suit. Gray 
hair. Relaxed but intently watching a young woman standing in front of 
him. My gaze traveled to the woman. Her back was to me. She was wearing 
high heels, a short uniform and nylons. Long blonde hair cascaded down 
her back. Her posture looked a little strange.

I closed the door behind me and carefully relocked it. I wandered to
the 
bookcase. Law reviews. Case studies. Law references. Some fiction. 
Mostly court fiction. John Grisham. Some horror. Stephen King. Peter 
Straub. I raised my eyebrows at a particular paperback by Pauline Reage.

The desk was organized. Neat. A blotter. Stationary and writing 
instruments. Didn't look like it had been used recently. Curious.

I picked up a letter from the corner of the desk. Addressed to Judge 
Evan Mayer. That solved that little mystery. A judge.

I wandered over to the judge. Wondered what he would think of his wife 
bound in the back yard. I suppose that I'd find out when he joined her. 
I followed his frozen gaze, seeing the young woman from the front for 
the first time. She was a stunning young lady. Blonde.
Twenty-something. 
Perfect figure. Beautiful face. Except for the gag in her mouth. I did
a 
double take. Gag?

On closer inspection, the woman was not just wearing a short uniform.
It 
was nearly non-existent. A very skimpy French maid uniform. Barely 
covering her body. I could easily make out the slightly darker flesh of 
her aureole but the sheer fabric just covered the tips of her erect 
nipples. It was cut that low. The uniform looked like it was about
three 
sizes too small for her. She was carrying a tray, with what looked like 
a drink of some sort. A bloody ceasar or something similar. Her hands 
were encased in sheer black gloves. A thin pair of leather cuffs with 
tiny padlocks adorned her wrists over the gloves. Another tiny pair of 
padlocks held her wrists to the handles of the tray. The tray almost 
looked like it was built to allow for the small padlocks.

I walked up to the girl. She didn't even look real. Her face looked
like 
a porcelain doll's. Her make up was applied heavily enhancing the 
effect. The make up was slightly marred around her eyes where tears
were 
frozen on her cheeks.

The gag pressed cruelly into her mouth. I'd never gagged any of my
girls 
this tightly. Except maybe when I had punished Amy. It was a large
white 
ball wedged firmly into her mouth. Her red lipstick marred the white 
surface. A leather strap wrapped from each side of the ball cutting
into 
the sides of her mouth, forcing her to grin horribly. The strap of the 
gag snaked around her head, under her hair to be fastened somewhere 
behind her head. I could just imagine the discomfort that it must be 
causing her.

Finally, there was a constricting band, probably leather, wrapped just 
above her nylon encased knees. It was pressing into her skin. This is 
what I missed when I looked at her from behind. The black band almost 
melted into the sheer black nylons that she was wearing. I recalled 
thinking that she was in an unusual posture. Her knees were forced 
together. It must have been very difficult, if not downright painful to 
walk like this. And everything in her posture indicated that she was, 
indeed, trying to walk with the tray.

I shook my head. Not quite sure what to make of this. It was pretty 
obvious that this judge did his 'business' in this room. The wife had 
indicated that she wasn't allowed in this room. I guess I now knew why. 
Was it possible that this character had managed to spirit this woman 
into this room, while his wife was sleeping? Mid morning? That was 
brave. And she didn't know? I guess I also knew the reason for the
tight 
gag.

Who the hell was this woman? Was she here willingly? She couldn't even 
be half his age. I toyed with the idea of freeing them both and finding 
out what the hell was going on. I was almost dying of curiousity.

I glanced around the room. My mind was telling me that it would be more 
than interesting to just let them continue. Free them, without
knowledge 
of me and see what happens. Kind of like what I did to Christi when I 
first found her. That turned into quite a show.

The room was large, but really didn't afford much cover. I glanced 
behind the drapes. The view of the front yard was spectacular. From 
above, the manicured grounds were quite picturesque. More so, even,
than 
from the gardens themselves. Hiding behind a curtain, though, seemed 
like such a Hollywood kind of thing to do and it wasn't likely to work. 
Damn, it would have been nice to discover invisibility along with time 
manipulation. But that was pushing things, I suppose.

I stepped over to the closet. Opening it, I discovered a deep walk-in 
closet. My eyes widened as I discovered kinky clothing by the racks. 
Corsets. Stockings. Racks of high heels on the floor. Lacy things. 
Jungle things. Thank God, Judge Wapner in there hadn't chosen to be 
Tarzan today. I think I would have been ill. I suddenly felt very sorry 
for the girl tied up in the business room. There was video equipment. 
Cameras. Along one wall, whips and chains to rival anything I had in my 
equipment pack. No crop though. Restraints. Handcuffs. Steel and 
leather. Hoods. This guy was equipped.

Another smaller door led to a small bathroom. The door had been locked, 
but the key still in my hand had opened it. Washbasin. Toilet. Shower. 
Nothing spectacular. Another door led into a smaller bedroom. Feminine 
decor. Flowery. Single bed. Writing desk. Not fancy like the other 
rooms. Opening the main door to the room from the inside clicked the 
lock on the door. It had been locked from the inside. Just one of those 
flimsy privacy locks used on interior bedroom doors. I opened the door 
and peered out back into the hallway. The last door which I hadn't 
gotten to before coaxing the key to the business room from Gertrude. 
Interconnected rooms. Cool.

I wandered back into the walk in closet through the small bathroom. 
Closing and locking doors as I'd found them. I wondered whose bedroom 
I'd just been in. Obviously the girl's. But, who was she? A daughter? 
Despite my tendencies towards abusing women, and forcing incest, I 
somehow found the idea repulsive. Sure I liked to see it, but after the 
fact, the women wouldn't have to live with the trauma. They'd forget 
everything when I returned them. I was a bastard, but I wasn't a total 
bastard. I wouldn't ever consider forcing a woman on the principle time 
line. I began to see red. Took some deep breaths. Better to find out 
what was happening first before jumping to conclusions.

I just shook my head. I was betting that Gertrude, tied up in the 
backyard, had no idea what her husband was up to in here. Ten years? I 
just had to get the scoop on this. I stepped back into the closet. 
Closed the door. I noticed that there were two small holes drilled in 
the door. Light was streaming through them from the room beyond. Sure 
enough, one could bend down a bit and place one's eyes against them and 
see perfectly into the room beyond. Convenient as all hell. I was 
guessing that the eye holes were just about at Evan's height since I
was 
bigger than he was. This guy had probably watched Porky's. Got off on 
watching her when she didn't even know he was in here. Curiouser and 
curiouser.

Shutting the door firmly, I positioned myself. I mentally prepared for 
the time shifts. I had to be ready in case either one of them decided 
that they needed something from the closet. Though, if that happened,
it 
might just be better to let them discover me. I was going to have to 
take them eventually.

I concentrated and formed a large time bubble around the entire room. 
The girl grunted and stumbled forward. Straining against the strap 
around her knees. Her eyes betrayed her pain much more than any scream 
that she was unable to produce. Struggling in the shoes and against the 
strap, she finally managed to walk to the chair where Mayer sat.

He had been silent, simply watching the girl's progress. I had a
perfect 
view of the two of them. The mirrored wall giving me a good view of 
both. The girl was pleading with her eyes. Tears still streaming down 
her face. Mayer smiled up at her. Absolutely no warmth in the smile 
whatsoever. She shuddered.

She bent daintily at her waist. Struggling to keep the tray level. I 
could just imagine what would have happened to her if she'd spilled it.

Mayer let her stay bent over for a minute, balancing the tray in her 
bound hands. Then slowly, an evil smile still playing on his lips, he 
lifted the drink from the tray. The girl straightened as he took a sip 
of the drink.

He grimaced. Then with no warning at all, he simply splashed the red 
drink into the girls face. She tried to turn away, but the drink still 
covered her upper body. Her face. Her hair. Her upper chest. Red. She 
stumbled, trying to cry out. Mayer reached out with his foot and let it 
kick into her unprotected side. She tried to twist away from the blow 
but her bound knees prevented the quick movement necessary. She looked 
like she was in good shape. If she hadn't been bound, she probably
could 
have avoided it. The blow landed viciously into her side, just under
the 
ribs, knocking the wind out of her. I could see her struggling to draw
a 
breath through her nose. The gag not allowing her to breathe normally 
through her mouth. Her body lurched to the right, her feet struggling
in 
the high heels to keep her balance.

But the shock of the drink being thrown at her and the kick finally 
toppled her. She fell heavily to the carpet unable to break her fall 
with her hands. I was surprised that she didn't break anything. She
just 
pulled her legs up and sobbed after she regained her breath. Though I 
couldn't really hear her through her gag, it was easy enough to tell 
that she was in pain and her body shaking showed that she was crying
her 
heart out. One of her high heels had come off in the fall, her 
stockinged toes were curling and uncurling with her agony. Her fingers 
in the gloves spasming, trying to reach her side where he'd kicked her. 
The tight bands on her wrists impeding her. One breast had peeked out 
from the bodice of the uniform. I could actually see some faded red 
marks on the bottom of the bared breast.

Mayer sat in the chair calmly watching the girl writhe and rubbing his 
crotch. After a few minutes he stood and approached the girl. The girl 
seeing him approaching tried to shuffle herself away. But with bound 
knees and wrists she wasn't going anywhere fast. She was begging
through 
the gag.

He sauntered up to the girl and crouched down.

"Sheila. I thought I told you to bring me a bloody MARY!" The girl on 
the floor just lay there and cried. "You dumb cunt. Not a bloody 
CAESAR." I had guessed right. Mayer stood and aimed another kick at the 
defenseless girls stomach. She convulsed as it landed, sending her into 
more violent sobbing. "Can't you get anything right? Stupid dumb fuck. 
If you want something done right you gotta do it your-fucking-self."

Mayer pulled a remote control from his pocket aiming it at the wall. A 
section of the wall rotated and a mini bar came into view. I'd have to 
remember that feature. There was another red drink sitting on the
shelf. 
Mayer picked it up and sipped at it. Touching the remote control again, 
the bar rotated back out of sight.

"Ahhh. That's more like it. Fuck. I don't think you've ever picked the 
right one. Dumb cunt." As the judge walked back to his seat he aimed 
another kick at the prone girl. She tried to shy away but got it in her 
side again. She tried to scream through the gag but it just came out as 
a small wail. Tears coursed down through the clamato juice covering her 
face. She just lay there as he took his seat and watched her writhe, 
squirm and sob as he slowly finished his drink.

By the time he had finished the bloody mary, the girl had stopped 
shaking on the floor. She was trying to breathe quietly and carefully 
through her nose. He set aside the empty glass on the table beside the 
chair and spoke to her again.

"Sheila?"

She just looked at him dully.

"Christ you are dumb. I think that you need more punishment. Don't you?"

She just slowly shook her head. Still crying a bit.

"You've made a mess of yourself. You've made a mess of the floor. You 
wasted a perfectly good drink. And you are a worthless cunt."

She closed her eyes and nodded her head. Crying. At this, Mayer got out 
of the chair and crouched down by the bound girl. Being careful of the 
spilt drink caking her upper body he lifted her off the floor and 
carried her back to the chair. He somehow managed to place her,
attached 
tray and all, over his knees. For an older guy, he was pretty strong. 
I'd have to be careful of that.

She squirmed and muffled pleading noises came from behind her gag. 
Ignoring her protests, he casually lifted the back of her skirt and 
pulled her high cut panties down to her cruelly tied knees. Then, as 
though it were nothing, he began to spank her. His bare hand rising and 
falling on her upturned bare bottom without mercy. After about twenty 
she really began to cry, kick and struggle, but her bondage was far too 
tight to allow her to escape the blows. His hand at the base of the
back 
easily holding her petite form across his knees. At a regular pace, not 
particularly in a hurry, he hit her. He talked quietly to her the whole 
time. I couldn't quite make out his words and I seriously doubt if the 
girl was paying any sort of attention through her sobbing. I did catch
a 
few words. Just small phrases.

"Teach you a lesson." "Bad slut girl." "Cunt whore."

Finally he just gave the girl a push and she fell heavily to the ground 
at his feet. Crying uncontrollably. She grunted through the gag as she 
fell.

Finally he looked at his watch. I glanced at mine. Though it had seemed 
longer I'd only been watching them here for about forty-five minutes. I 
idly wondered what was going on in the rest of the house. What the
girls 
were doing with their freedom. I supposed that I really ought to find 
out.

My eyes returned to the peep holes.

"Well, Sheila. Fun time is over. Gerty is expecting me to take her 
shopping this afternoon. The old ball and chain." He grimaced.

The girl just looked up with a glazed look in her eyes. The man reached 
down and used a small key to release her wrists from the tray. He used 
the same key to release the padlock on her knee strap. Her hands had 
automatically wound around and tried to ease the pain in her bottom
from 
the spanking. Making a small detour to probe gently at her side where 
she'd suffered the kicks.

"On your knees, you fucking useless wench."

She struggled to kneel, I could see her body shaking from the abuse. He 
lifted her soiled hair, he used another key to release her gag, She 
pushed it out of her mouth with her tongue. It made an audible pop as
it 
came out from behind her teeth. She just hung her head. Refusing to
meet 
his gaze. I didn't blame her.

"Goddamn it. Why do you always make me punish you? Jesus Christ. You'd 
think you'd be tired of it by now."

The girl spoke very softly into the carpet. "Please. Sir. I'm sorry.
I'm 
just a worthless slave slut cunt." She had almost a musical voice. But 
there was just a hint of something behind her docile words. A tiny 
element of rebellion? Perhaps it was just hate? Either way he
completely 
missed it. If it was even there.

He reached forward and slapped her face. Hard. Her head snapped to the 
side with the force of the blow. She cried out softly and almost fell
to 
the side. She somehow managed to stay on her knees.

"You are such a stupid cunt. Fuck. You can't even do anything right. 
Goddamn it. Here. Maybe you can do this right."

I watched as Mayer lowered his pants and waved a pathetically small 
penis in her direction. I watched as the spark left her eyes and she 
mutely shuffled forward on her knees and took the organ into her mouth. 
Using only her mouth she moved back and forth on him. No real effort on 
her part. Very mechanical. He didn't seem to care. He closed his eyes 
and about a minute after she started, he gripped the back of her head 
and pumped into her mouth, finally withdrawing and ejaculating over her 
face and hair. She moaned and closed her eyes, allowing the indignity.
I 
seriously doubted if she had a choice in the matter.

After he was finished he reached forward and gave her another good hard 
slap. She cried out again and this time fell to the floor and curled
her 
body into a ball. He crouched down beside her and showed her his hand.

"You fucking got my hand dirty." It was covered in cum and bloody
caesar 
from the drink he'd thrown at her. It had clung there after he'd
slapped 
her. "Clean it."

She began to cry, and he hit her again. She cringed and cried harder. 
"Fucking cunt. Who the hell do you think you are? Fuck. Can't you do 
anything you're told? Christ. We had an agreement."

She finally got a hold of herself and reached forward with her head.
She 
hesitantly stuck her tongue out and began to lick at his hand like a 
dog. Cleaning it.

Finally, he stood up and glanced around the room.

"Fuck, this place is a mess." Glancing down at the girl still lying and 
sobbing at his feet. She lay almost in the middle of a large clamato 
stain resulting from the thrown drink. I couldn't imagine what it would 
take to get that out of the carpet. "I want this place spic and span
for 
my meeting this evening. You hear? I want that uniform of your's 
cleaned. You'll need it for the meeting. I'll need this suit cleaned. 
And I'll need this carpet cleaned. Jesus Christ. You would have to get 
fucking bloody caesar on the carpet. And if you miss anything, I'll 
fucking make sure you regret it. Christ."

He began walking towards the closet. I readied the Time manipulation. 
About halfway to the closet he turned around and addressed the girl 
again.

"You understand, cunt?"

She just moaned.

"What?" He took a step back towards her.

"Y-yes s-sir." she quavered from the floor. Her small gloved hands 
making a warding off gesture.

This girl was going to have bruises from this. Damn good bruises too. 
Especially where he kicked her. The face slaps would be just high
colour 
for a while, but those kicks were vicious on an unprotected body. I 
wasn't quite sure what was going on here, but I had a damn good idea.
On 
the other hand it could be really realistic role playing. But I doubted 
it. The only question was, whether to take them in real time with the 
gun, or slow Mayer down and find out what was happening with the girl 
only. She might talk to me if she saw Mayer was out of the way.

I opted to talk to the girl alone first. Mayer turned around and began 
to walk back towards the closet. Probably intending to change out of
the 
soiled suit and return to "normal" life. We'd see about that routine 
today. His life was about to become decidedly UNnormal. No matter what 
the girl said.

As he turned around and began to walk back towards the closet, I 
isolated his body space from the continuum around it and restricted the 
time flow to about a pace of a thousandth normal. He'd actually almost 
be in sync with Gertrude's time phase. Until I released him.

I took a deep breath and exited the closet.






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