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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.

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

- crimson



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Chapter 100 - Time Out Of Time

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By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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I silently rose and helped the frightened girl to her bare feet. She 
stood uncertainly waiting. Not sure what she was going to have to do 
for me. Whether to even expect punishment.

I let her worry and gathered up the other women and the toys. Christi 
looking like a completely different woman in her jeans and sweater, 
bending to gather up the stray restraints and putting them back into 
the pack. I pressed the refilled pack into Amy's fingers and the girls 
filed back out into the mall.

Christi made to latch onto the cart again. It seemed so odd having her 
clothed and still so obedient. I stopped her with a touch.

I spoke to Jane, who had resigned herself to failure. She'd humiliated 
herself for nothing. Except perhaps punishment for her actions later. 
"Janey?"

"Yes sir?" she replied a bit sullenly. Disappointed.

"Come on." I turned to the other two girls. "Stay here?"

Amy and Christi both knelt on the tile. For the first time, Christi 
had knelt in her jeans. Protected from the cold of the tile. Not 
feeling the tile directly beneath her bare knees.

I took Jane's hand, her face a mask of bewilderment. Hand in hand, we 
stepped into Holly's. The clerks were all middle aged, four of them 
hovering around the few shoppers frozen in the store. None 
particularly attractive.

Jane turned to me, "You brought me in here to tease me, didn't you."

"Whatever do you mean?" I asked innocently.

"You are going to make me pick out something to wear and then make me 
carry it back or something. Just to torment me for asking, aren't 
you?"

She actually was pretty perceptive. The thought had crossed my mind.

"If I am, is there anything you can do about it?" I pointed out.

She shifted her weight from foot to foot. Tears almost breaking free 
of her eyes.

"Please? Look at me?" She stood with her hands at her sides. Unashamed 
of herself.

I stood back and gazed at her nude body. I certainly didn't mind the 
view.

She continued. "You've kept me like this for days. Naked. At your 
whims. I've done everything I can to indulge you and your sick games. 
I've tried to keep to my end of this bargain. I. I don't really mind 
that much, as long as you don't force me to torture other women. I 
don't even mind it when you torture me. I can even handle the constant 
sex and pain. But. I'm a person. You know? I'm Jane. I'm here. I have 
needs. I have wants. I. I can't be a slave. Not all the time." Tears 
had begun to fall down her pretty face. Still gazing at her I couldn't 
help but notice how attractive she was. Especially this almost silent 
crying.

She haltingly continued. "I don't even care. If. You keep me naked. 
I'll display myself forever for you. It's a lot better than some of 
the stuff you make me do. I'll gladly fuck you. I'll have sex with 
whoever you want. Including myself. I just don't care anymore. But. 
Please? Please? Don't tease me with this. I don't know if I can take 
this. Don't make me pick something out and not allow me to wear it. I 
feel like I'd just fall to the floor and cry. Please." She was already 
crying.

I stepped over and embraced the girl, letting her cry on my shoulder 
for a while. Finally, the shakes departed from her small bare body.

She stepped back. Again, arms at her sides. "I'm only seventeen. I'm 
just not prepared for this. Please?"

I'd decided long ago that I wanted her in evening wear. Her small 
speech actually didn't affect my decision. Though, to give her credit, 
I had considered doing exactly what she was describing. Though I had 
no idea that it would have affected her this way. It was just another 
torment to me. I suspected that I'd about pushed the girls as far as I 
could today. I had to get them home and relaxed. Let them shower and 
have something to eat. Maybe watch a movie or something tonight 
instead of tormenting them.

"Jane. Honey. I wasn't going to do that to you."

"You were. I could see it," she was right. "Please. I don't deserve 
this. Either make me go nude, or let me have something to wear. I. 
Care. But I don't. Please?"

I stepped over to the shaking girl and kissed her forehead. "Come on. 
You get to wear something. I won't guarantee for how long, but for 
now."

Her face brightened. "You aren't going to take it away before I can 
wear it?"

"No."

"Oh God. I can't believe it. What do you want me to wear?"

"Evening wear. Black. Nothing too fancy."

"I. I've never worn anything like that."

"Nothing? Not even to a wedding?"

"My prom hasn't even happened yet. Not that anyone would take me." She 
shook her head as she spoke.

That, I didn't believe. Christ, all the boys in her school and a fair 
number of girls would probably be aching for this beauty if they could 
see her now.

I pointed to a rack of sheer black gowns. Jane practically ran over to 
them and began to run her fingers through them. Finally, she selected 
one and held it up to her bare body. Looking for approval.

I nodded. She hunted a bit more and found her size. She looked at me, 
smiling.

She glanced at the price tag and gasped.

"What?"

"You realize that this thing costs fifteen hundred dollars?"

"Aren't you worth it?" I asked with a big smile on my face.

"I suppose underwear is out of the question."

I almost laughed. "What do you need underwear for?"

"Actually, because without it my nipples are going to be ... a bit ... 
visible. I guess that sounds dumb. Considering."

"Put it on. Let me see you in it."

She slithered the dress over her head, stretching her body deliciously 
as she did. The black dress settled over her. Strapless. It hugged her 
young body. She twirled, the hem rising as she did. She actually 
laughed at the sensations of the fabric on her body. She finally faced 
me. Held her bare arms out. "Well? Can I keep it?"

"You like it?"

"It wouldn't be my first choice. I'd prefer to be in jeans and a 
sweater, but if this is my choice, it fits and is relatively 
comfortable." She added an afterthought, "Though a bra and panties 
would be nice."

The hem of the dress fell below her knees. The bust of the dress was 
held up perfectly by her unfettered breasts. Low bustline, but that 
didn't bother me. Her natural resiliency of her breasts was 
sufficient. She really didn't need a bra. Despite her plea for a bra, 
her nipples were covered and not all that visible. You could make them 
out under the fabric, but not if you weren't looking for them.

"You look ravishing."

She blushed. Slowly turning again. Her dark hair complementing the 
dress. It was really hard to picture this woman nude, on her knees. Or 
whipping a cashier's bare breasts. Or tied to a clothes rack, naked in 
front of her father screaming as her breasts were cropped. She had 
been transformed into a perfect lady. Hard to even think of her as a 
sexual slave.

"Master?" she shyly spoke. "This slave. Is grateful." Her eyes 
downcast.

The words coming from this ravishing creature in front of me just 
about drove me nuts. She hadn't forgotten that she was still under my 
power. Her slave talk was a carefully calculated move to ensure that I 
knew. So that I might not feel the need to have to strip her as fast 
to reinforce her status. Smart girl. She knew what she looked like. 
Her words worked.

I took her hand and guided her back out of the store. Christi gasped 
as Jane emerged in her clothing. Not having seen her in clothing since 
the day I took her. And certainly not in an elegant evening gown. 
Amy's eyes widened at the sight as well.

"My God. You look stunning," Christi whispered.

"She is a sight. And so are you," I answered for the blushing Jane. 
Jane was far more used to the clothes that Christi was currently 
wearing. I could see Christi wearing the evening gown more often in 
real life. The reversal would serve to throw them off balance further. 
Though I doubt if either of the girls cared. They were wearing 
something after all. Amy looked a little envious of the others, but 
she didn't dare ask for special treatment. After her punishment, I'd 
be lucky to hear her voice again today unless I forced her to speak. 
She would just try to keep out of trouble for a couple of hours.

Both girls looked a little strange in the clothing without shoes, but 
it was kind of alluring. Just that little reminder of their status.

"Does my Master want his slave to kneel with the others?" Jane 
whispered to me. Squirming. A bit uncomfortable being the center of 
attention in this unfamiliar clothing. And again taking advantage of 
using her slave talk to reinforce that I didn't need to strip her 
again; that she knew she was still a slave underneath.

Though I'd love to see this creature kneeling in her dress for me, I 
was kind of anxious to get going. I'd have lots of chances to see her 
subservient in that gown. "Everyone up."

Amy and Christi scrambled to their bare feet. Christ moved to her 
position behind the cart. I looked at her. "I know. My hands will stay 
here," she said as she realized what I was looking at.

I picked up a pair of handcuffs. Jane smiled ruefully and raised her 
bare arms. I snapped the cuffs about her wrists and jingled them. 
After I'd released her hands, she dropped them to her front. The steel 
bands making a wonderful contrast against the black of her dress. She 
didn't seem to notice the effect, but then again I wouldn't have 
expected that.

I walked along beside Christi. Occasionally glancing at her. Not quite 
believing how her body moved beneath the sweater. Knowing that I could 
have her remove it in a second with a single word.

As we exited the mall, Jane stopped and turned to me. We'd about made 
it back to the road across the parking lot.

"M-master?"

"What is it?"

"I know I've asked for too much today already. And I'll understand if 
you say no. Okay?"

"Yes ..."

"I was. I mean. Your slave was just wondering if she, and slave Amy 
could perhaps walk on the grass again? You still haven't allowed us 
shoes. Not that I'm complaining, but it is so much more comfortable. 
We have tender feets. Please?"

"What about poor Christi?" I asked her. "She doesn't deserve to have 
to walk along without company. She's pushing the cart after all."

Jane's face fell. Thinking.

Christi spoke up from her position behind the cart.

"I've had to crawl on pavement. If I could do that, I can certainly 
walk barefoot on it. It really isn't that uncomfortable. I'd prefer 
the grass, but only because it feels so much nicer on the toes. It 
really doesn't hurt except when you step on a stone. Don't let that 
stop you from letting them walk on the grass. Please."

Jane looked up. "Would you let us switch around? Take turns pushing 
the cart? Let two walk on the grass and then switch say every half 
hour? Please?" Her face brightening.

I looked at her. Her face so hopeful. Wanting this for some irrational 
female reason. She just wanted to walk in the grass. Feel the softness 
on her feet instead of the harsh pavement. It probably twinged her 
somewhere inside to even have to ask permission. But she honestly 
didn't mind sharing the cart duty.

"Don't get too far ahead over there." I nodded and she scampered off 
with a quick thank-you. Jane told the nude girl that they were allowed 
on the grass again, and the two of them moved to the side of the road 
and ahead. I kept Christi company on the asphalt.

"Thank you for the letting them walk over there."

"I was going to anyway. How's your feet?"

"They are alright. The clothes are better. What got into you? Why do 
you want us in clothing? I can't believe you are just being nice."

"Actually, I am. I just thought that you might appreciate it."

She accepted it at face value. "I do appreciate it. Believe me I do. 
Even if I can only have it for five minutes. How long am I going to be 
allowed it."

"Well, I'm not going to let you sleep in them. If that is what you are 
asking."

"Tomorrow?" she asked hopefully.

"Perhaps. We'll see how good you are until then."

"I'll be an angel. You watch."

"Oh I will. I never realized how good you could look in clothes. I'm 
not saying you are ugly naked or anything, but you are attractive in 
jeans and a sweater. Especially those."

"I couldn't afford all these normally. I kind of picked out nicer 
stuff."

"Don't tell me that I never give you anything," I said to her 
grinning.

She smiled shyly and lapsed into silence.

"I don't really want to go," she said quietly after fifteen minutes or 
so.

"Go where?"

"You are going to release us eventually. And. I know it sounds crazy. 
And I know that I have mixed feelings. But. I. Kind of like it here. 
No people. I can walk barefoot down the middle of the street with a 
shopping cart. Nobody cares. In some ways I really don't want to go."

"I know. I really don't know what I'm going to do. I could live here 
forever. 'course that is easier for me to say than you, I'm sure."

"It feels odd."

"What does?"

"Wearing clothes. I look down at myself and can't believe it. I'm so 
used to seeing myself without them. Then I look over at Amy, and I 
know that that is what I looked like a half hour ago. And Jane. Wow. I 
just wish I never had to take them off," she remarked wistfully.

"Don't get used to it Christi."

"I know. It's going to be hard stripping these off whenever you tell 
me."

I looked up. We were about halfway there. I stopped the procession.

"Janey?"

She looked over her shoulder, flashing a smile at me. She trotted 
back. It looked strange, this woman running in an evening dress. 
Barefoot.

"My turn?"

I nodded and the elegant woman put her bound hands on the shopping 
cart. Christi looked up at me. She stood up on her tiptoes and gave me 
a quick kiss. I hadn't seen her this happy in a long time. She held up 
her wrists, waiting for me to cuff her.

"Go on, keep Amy company."

"No handcuffs?"

"You'll behave, won't you?"

"Oh course." She scampered up ahead. Jane let her bound hands push the 
cart.

She was quiet for the first while. About three quarters of the way 
back she asked a single question.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why are you suddenly being nice to us? I don't trust you."

"No reason for you to trust me, you minx. But I just felt like being 
nice to you. You deserved it. You've done everything I asked. Without 
complaining. Much. Why shouldn't I be?"

"You weren't going to let me have clothes were you?"

"Nope."

"You were going to torment me. Again."

"Yup. But I'd decided to let you have the dress even before you gave 
me the riot act."

"Oh. I didn't need to do that?"

"No. But it was cute."

She flushed.

"What have you got planned for tonight? Or is a big surprise?"

"It's a surprise. But I don't think you'll be really unhappy about 
it."

"I won't?"

"Nothing strenuous. You've been through a lot today. And last night. 
Have to give you a rest if I expect you to remain sane."

"I could really use my bed."

She lapsed into silence. I broke it as the house came into view.

"How's your feet," I asked her.

"Sore. But not because of the pavement. Just done a lot of walking 
today. Thanks for asking."

"Is Amy alright?"

"She'll be fine. She's just a bit frightened. Doesn't know how you 
knew about that. What she told you. When you were whipping her."

"I'm psychic."

"It scared her."

"It should have. What about Sheila. What did she tell you about her 
former life? Anything I should know?"

"A lot. A lot of the torments that he put her through. A story of pain 
and horror. I don't know how she's alive, much less sane."

"You'll tell me about it?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"Not really. But we can put it off until later."

I pointed to the gate which Christi was opening and holding for us. 
Amy was almost at the front door which I'd left wide open earlier 
today. Amy slipped inside the house. Christi walked along with us 
until the cart bumped against the bottom stair to the porch.

"Guess we get to put away the groceries?"

I nodded. I had to check on Elizabeth and Sheila. I released the time 
block on the groceries and bounded up the stairs leaving Christi and 
Jane to sort out the cart. I took a look back, surprised again to see 
them clothed.





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