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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 72 - Time Out Of Time

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By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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As we re-entered the kitchen, Jane picked up her handcuffs from the 
table and handed them to me. She raised her wrists, allowing me to lock 
her wrists together again. No complaints.

I hesitated before putting them on her.

"Janey? If I don't lock your hands, will you behave?"

"Of course. I've only been telling you that for days."

"No. I mean I think I need your hands free for a while."

Her perception kicked in. "You want me to be there when you deal with 
the asshole." A statement.

"You tie better knots than me. You think you can make him 
uncomfortable?"

Jane actually smiled. "If you let me tie that jerk up, Christ, I'm
yours 
forever. He'll be uncomfortable."

I nodded. "That's my girl. Come on."

We practically ran upstairs.

Jane shuddered as we entered the business room. Mayer was still
standing 
in the same position that I had refrozen him. Technically he could have 
moved a couple of millimeters, but I doubted if he even moved that far. 
I saw Jane glance at the red puddle on the ground. I guess I could have 
returned that piece of carpet back to the prime timeline. It should 
clean itself. But I wanted a reminder of this man's behaviour. I still 
held Jane's handcuffs in my hands.

I carefully walked to the leather chair, motioning Jane to close the 
door and follow me. I vaguely wondered if I should have brought Christi 
up as well. She'd want a shot at this guy. I considered it, but I'd let 
her have her fun after I had this guy under a semblance of control. He 
was going to be a challenge. I figured that he would be a coward 
underneath the tough exterior. Far more concerned for his own skin than 
anyone else's. I should be able to use that to my advantage.

I pulled the gun out of its impromptu holster and aimed it at Mr.
Mayer. 
Jane just stood quietly behind the chair. I glanced up and regarded her 
face. She was doing her best to control her emotions. But I could see
it 
in her eyes. Almost rage at this animal in front of us. She'd talked to 
Sheila far more than I. She was probably far more aware of the horrors 
that had happened here than I was.

"You ready?"

"Let's get him." Jane was ready.

I concentrated and released our judge from his time block. Without 
really noticing anything wrong, Mayer continued his turn towards the 
closet. Fuming about his now non-existent slave who was peacefully 
sleeping in his bed.

"Oh Judge?" I called out softly.

He turned at the sound of my voice. He stopped dead as he saw me
sitting 
in his chair. I saw his eyes travel to Jane. Eyeing her. Lingering on 
her exposed chest. Then the eyes fixed on the gun. This distraction
only 
held for a second or so.

He exploded. "What the fuck?!?!?!?"

"Sir. I think we should get something straight here. This is a gun." I 
let a shot off into the ceiling above his head. Chips of wallboard 
shattered across the room. Mayer screamed. "It's loaded. And I won't 
hesitate to shoot your balls off if you don't cooperate."

He stood still and glanced around the suddenly small room.

"What do you want? Money? It's in the safe. I'll get it for you." He'd 
noticed that Sheila was not in the room but he hadn't mentioned it yet.

"Sir. I have no interest in your money. At all."

"Then what do you want? How did you get in here? Who's the bitch?" I 
felt Jane's fingers tighten on my shoulder.

"You are Judge Evan Mayer. Aren't you?"

"Yeah. Who the fuck are you?" Still not moving.

"Evan. Can I call you Evan? Yes. I suppose I can. I'm the one with a 
gun. Evan. I'm getting tired of all this profanity. I don't let my
girls 
use it idly. And I won't let you."

"In case you hadn't noticed. I ain't one of 'your girls'. Fuck you."

"Evan. I'm going to give you this last warning. You can quit the 
swearing, and apologize to Jane, or, and I think I'm being reasonable 
here, I can happily shoot you in the elbow. Or perhaps you'd prefer a 
bullet in the balls? At this range I doubt if I could possibly miss. 
What do you think?"

His face paled and he stammered. "Wh-what. What. What do you w-want? 
Please."

"At the moment I want you to apologize to Jane here. The only person 
that calls her a 'bitch' is me. And I would only do that if she was 
being particularly disobedient. Or I had her acting like a dog. She has 
never deserved it. Now apologize to the lady."

He took another look at the gun. "Lady. I apologize."

"That okay Janey?"

"For now." Her voice was like ice. She hadn't met this guy before now. 
But she knew him. She was holding herself in check pretty good. She was 
good at self-control. Perhaps it was better that I hadn't involved 
Christi in this, after all. I'm not sure that she would have the self 
control necessary for this situation.

"Now. Evan. You remember that girl you had a moment ago? Sheila was her 
name?"

"What have you done with her? Where is that cunt? Is she behind this?"

"Uh-uh." I raised the gun. Let him be very aware of it. "Language
judge. 
Language. You remember what you liked to do to her? Tie her up? Had a 
good time with her, didn't you mister judge?"

"I swear. I'm going to kill her for this."

"You are going to do nothing of the sort. You will do exactly as I say 
or you are going to meet some agony that makes what you put her through 
seem like a cake walk."

"I never touched that stupid cunt."

"I'm getting really tired of your mouth, Evan."

I glanced up. In the ceiling above his head were two eyebolts. Similar 
to the ones I'd used to torment Amy yesterday. Looked like they were 
sunk right into the overhead beams. Solid as all hell. Probably Sheila 
had discovered the hard way what they were good for. I felt a pang of 
empathy for the sleeping girl.

"Evan. I'm going to have Jane here do something to you that you
probably 
did to Sheila. That's fair isn't it? Turnabout and all that? You won't 
like it, but if you don't resist you can keep your joints. Sound fair?"

Fear began to enter into his eyes. I think he was beginning to sense
the 
depth of the anger that was present just below my calm. And he was 
frightened.

"You can't be serious. Who sent you?"

"You are going to let Jane tie you to those eyebolts above you. Aren't 
you Mr. Judge?"

"The hell I am."

"Do you like your elbows and knees, Mr. Mayer? I hear that a bullet in 
each is an extremely slow and painful way to die. I hear that you might 
even deserve it."

Evan paled again. "Can't we talk about this? Man-to-man. Get rid of the 
bitch ... I mean, lady, and we can sort something out. It's pretty 
obvious that we are alike."

"We can talk. But I want you immobilized. For my safety and that of 
Jane. The 'bitch' is staying right here. One more slip and I swear to 
god I will make you so regret it. She's a lady. Got it?"

"Okay. Okay," he mumbled.

"Jane?"

"Gladly," she muttered. "Can I gag him too?"

"Tie him. But don't gag him. Not yet."

Jane walked up to the man, her bare feet whisking along the carpet, a 
vision of cool efficiency. As she reached for his right wrist, he moved 
like a cat, grabbed her wrist and twisted her against him, using her as 
a shield. Jane screamed. He grabbed her hair in his other hand. Her
head 
bent to the side, trying to ease the pressure on her scalp. Involuntary 
tears formed in her eyes from the pain.

"Now. You ain't going to shoot me through your bitch. Are you big man? 
Now drop the fucking gun. Or I swear, I'll break her fucking neck."

I was expecting this. Jane wasn't. She had gone completely white. Her 
body shaking. I could still see the anger burning in her eyes just 
behind the fear. I idly wondered how many times this guy had tried to 
rip the hair from Sheila's scalp.

"Evan," I remarked casually. Still speaking calmly. "I'm not afraid of 
killing her to get to you. She simply doesn't matter to me that much,"
I 
lied smoothly. "But if I have to kill that innocent little woman to get 
at you, I swear I'll make a bullet in your joints seem like heaven.
It's 
not that I particular care if she lives or dies, it's just that she's 
been good today and I really don't want to mark her beautiful body. She 
doesn't deserve it. Not something you would care about, I know. You 
fucking animal."

I easily narrowed the time bubble around his body. Isolating it from
the 
time continuum, slowing just his body space back to a rate where he 
couldn't hurt Jane any further. Jane felt a slight tingling at the 
proximity of the slower phase but she was still free of the time
freeze. 
Despite the time shift, she couldn't get out of his frozen grip, and
she 
began to cry. Shaking. Really not wanting to be in his embrace. Not 
wanting to be the hostage. I couldn't blame the frightened woman.

"Relax, sweetheart. You're doing fine. I was expecting this out of the 
fucker." I was really angry. I actually debated just putting a bullet 
into his knee for the hell of it. I just couldn't bring myself to do it 
despite my threats. Perhaps later. After I'd calmed down. I had to get 
control of this. Losing control with this guy could be dangerous.

"E-easy for you to say. You're not the one being used as a bullet 
shield." She closed her eyes. Still crying and shaking softly. "You 
wouldn't have shot me, would you? I've been good."

"I won't let anything happen to you, sweetheart. I swear it. Watch
this. 
I'm going to enjoy this." I sneered at the coward using the woman to 
shield himself. So ineffectively.

I walked up behind the jerk and pressed the barrel into the base of his 
skull. I wound my arm around his throat holding his head and my gun 
firmly together and choking him for good measure. I released him from 
the time freeze.

"Now. Release the girl. Slowly. And I mean, now. I swear you've
strained 
my patience about to the breaking point. You wouldn't want me to SNAP 
would you?"

He jumped, almost making me pull the trigger. From his perspective, I'd 
just disappeared from the chair and suddenly appeared behind him. Like 
magic. Must have shocked the hell out of him. I watched as he slowly 
released Jane. First the hair, then the arm. Jane shuddered and pulled 
away from the grasp of the former judge. He raised his hands, like in 
the movies. Letting me see them.

"Oh God. Oh God. I don't want to die."

"You will want to die when I'm done with you. You have no idea what
that 
little stunt cost you."

"H-how did you do that?"

"Doesn't matter. Jane. You still have a task to do."

She shuddered. Not even wanting to touch the guy after her ordeal. I'd 
let her get even soon enough. She silently obeyed. Evan pleaded with me 
as Jane began to wrap the ropes around his wrists. She wasn't gentle 
with the knots. This was definitely one rope job I wasn't going to have 
to check. I felt him wince as she tightened the ropes.

She retrieved the desk chair and stood up on it, feeding the ropes 
through the eyebolts. He didn't resist as she snaked them to each side 
of the room and tied them off to other rings set in the walls. I felt 
him test the bonds as she tied them off. He was going nowhere fast. She 
played cowgirls and Indians with her brother. I felt sorry for the kids 
she played with.

I released Evan's throat and allowed Jane to back off from him. I
walked 
back to the chair and sat down, idly turning the weapon over in my 
hands.

When I glanced up, I could see Evan, still standing in the middle of
the 
room, his arms extended above him, stretched apart by the ropes running 
through the eyebolts. His gaze was fixed on Jane who was standing a 
little uncomfortably beside my chair. His eyes held undisguised desire. 
Imagining what he'd do to Jane, if only she were his. I shuddered along 
with the naked woman beside me.

I looked at Evan again. "Give me one good reason that I shouldn't shoot 
you right now."

"Oh Christ. Oh God. I don't want to die." His eyes had torn away from 
Jane's nudity and returned to the threat at hand. Me.

"That isn't a very good reason."

"Oh shit. You can't just kill me."

"Sure I can. Easy." I raised the gun, aiming at his forehead.

"I have a family. Please. Why are you doing this?"

"Who was the girl?" I changed direction. Kept him mentally off balance.

"What have you done with her?"

"I'll ask the questions. Who was she?"

"Just some worthless cunt." He actually saw her this way.

I motioned for Jane to come closer. I gathered her into my lap and she 
gratefully sat down for the interrogation.

"Sir. I believe her name is Sheila."

"Fuck you. She's mine."

"Actually, she's mine now. And I'm treating her a lot better than you 
ever did."

"I never touched a hair on her head."

"What's that stain?" I asked him.

"It's her blood," he sneered. God I was going to enjoy watching the 
girls go at him.

"I thought you never touched her," I was calm.

"What are you? A fucking cop? Did that goddamn whore bitch call the 
fucking cops?"

"I, sir, am your worst fucking nightmare. By the end of this, you are 
going to wish I was only a cop."

"You can't do this to me. I have fucking rights. Arrest me."

"Evan. Evan. Evan. If I were a cop, would I be arresting people with 
this along for a good time?" I pointed to Jane.

His eyes registered the truth of that. "That bitch brought you in. I'm 
going to kill her." Meaning his former slave, Sheila.

I just looked at him. A strange calm on my face. "I'd be surprised if 
she doesn't torture *you* to death first."

His face paled at the implication. He began to plead.

"Please. I have money. I can get it for you if you just let me out of 
these damn ropes. I'll pay you triple whatever she's giving you. I'll
do 
anything."

"Anything?"

He began to shake. Nodded. I just sat there. Waiting. Jane patiently
sat 
in my lap. Fascinated.

"Whose the girl? Jane you called her?" Mayer was interested in Jane. He 
was ready to try reasoning with me again. He'd calmed down.

"She's mine as well," I answered his query.

"Yours. So she's your slave? You and I. Maybe we have something in 
common."

I humoured him.

"Maybe."

"You keep cunts as well. Right?"

I nodded. "Ladies," I patiently corrected his vernacular.

"We're not so different. Sheila is ... was ... mine. Maybe we can make
a 
deal or something. We could ... have fun ... together. You and I."

"Evan. Let me explain something to you. I keep women. I even torment 
them. I enjoy it. But never. Ever. Think that you and I are alike."

"You can keep Sheila. I swear it. You can do anything you want to her
if 
you let me go."

"Can I kick the hell out of her?"

"Of course."

"Can I punch her in the head?"

"Sure. I've blackened her eyes a couple of times. It's a bit harder 
because she has to wear dark glasses for a while, but it's so 
satisfying. I indulge in it once in a while."

"Can I whip her until she passes out?"

"Of course."

"I can make her fuck me?"

"Cunt and ass. Until she bleeds. No problem. Best blowjobs in the
world. 
Nothing like a crying woman giving you head. And even if she bleeds you 
don't have to stop. Better lubrication." He smiled and laughed. At some 
memory of his terror. He pulled against the ropes holding him. "Please. 
Just let me down. We can have fun together with her." His eyes narrowed 
shrewdly. "Maybe we could trade for a while?" Eyeing the young beauty 
perched in my lap. I felt Jane shudder just a little, but she managed
to 
fix him with a stare of pure hatred hiding the disgust. She knew that 
Mayer would never touch her.

"Can I kill her?" I asked. Ignoring his 'trade' offer for now.

"Slowly if you want. I've had to get rid of girls before. It isn't a 
problem. Have you ever killed a helpless woman before? It's quite a 
rush." Add murder to the list.

"See Evan. We aren't alike at all. You see. I wouldn't do that to 
Sheila. I might punish her for disobedience. And I will play with her. 
But that amount of pain isn't necessary. Further. If our positions were 
reversed. I would be smart enough to realize that I didn't have
anything 
to bargain with. You see. I already have Sheila. She's mine now. I can 
do everything I mentioned and more. Without letting you down. You know 
that. Right now she's sleeping peacefully. But if I wanted to, I could 
wandering into *your* bedroom and screw her silly in your own bed. I 
could kill her if I wanted to. I don't, but that's beside the point.
Not 
a thing you could do about it. I could do the same to Jane here. And I 
certainly don't need your permission. I don't need you. Period. And I 
would never, ever, let you get your filthy paws on any of my girls. 
Especially Jane here. She deserves better than you. She deserves better 
than *me*."

Evan swallowed heavily at the tirade.

"What are you going to do to me?" Realizing he'd lost. Bigtime.

"Well. I haven't quite decided yet. But I'm sure that Jane and Sheila 
could think of tons of stuff. Especially Sheila. But she's sleeping 
right now. When she wakes, we'll see what's going to happen to the
great 
judge Mayer. Doesn't everyone love a mystery?"

I gently pressed my fingers into Jane's bare side. She obediently 
slipped off my lap and knelt quietly on the floor. Still glancing at
the 
bound man with hate in her eyes. I could see that he was in for some 
real trouble with Jane. She was going to be taking out more than her 
anger at him. If I wasn't completely mistaken, she was going to be 
transferring all the pain, all the guilt, all the horror that I'd 
inflicted on her into this as well. Evan was going to suffer not only 
for his crimes, but mine. That didn't particularly bother me. It's not 
like I was fond of the asshole.

I got up out of the chair and walked over to Evan, my face just 
centimeters from his. His eyes were wide and scared. I pressed the gun 
against his left elbow. He closed his eyes, pleading with me. Babbling.

"You are such a fucking animal, it disgusts me," I hissed at him. "This 
is my shot. For Sheila, and any other women you've had over your 
lifetime." Instead of shooting him, I drove my left fist hard into his 
stomach. He sagged in the ropes. Struggling for breath. Hanging from
his 
bound wrists.

When he finally recovered and got his feet under himself, I moved back 
to his face. Tears were flowing down his cheeks, and his mouth was set 
in a determined line.

I continued. "That was the last time I'm going to touch you. But I'd
get 
ready for the girls. I have a bad feeling that they aren't going to be 
as kind to you. Think about it. And while your stomach recovers
consider 
how many times Sheila felt exactly like this."

I turned away from the gasping pathetic excuse for a man and helped
Jane 
to her bare feet. Without another glance at him, I guided her back to 
the door and we slipped out. She spat at him as we passed. I wasn't 
watching so I have no idea if it hit him or not. I didn't care.

I heard his voice just as we slipped out. "We are alike, you know."

We'd see about that.

I softly closed the door to the business room. Jane stood up on her 
tiptoes and kissed my cheek.

"You were wonderful in there. So calm. You scared the hell out of *me* 
and I wasn't the one in ropes. For a change. God. I hope to god I never 
piss you off that badly. He doesn't know what hit him."

"You'll get your chance at him. I promise."

"I can do anything?"

"Yeah. I'm going to let you, Christi and Sheila convince him that it 
isn't nice to do what he does in real life. I'm going to let him think 
about it for a while first though."

"Oh God. This is one time I'm not going to fight you when you want me
to 
hit someone."





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