Message-ID: <12275eli$9806172359@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/12275.txt> From: Crimson Dragon <dcrimson@yahoo.com> Subject: {ASSM} New: Time Out Of Time - Chapter 104 (Mf+, bdsm, exh, nc) [104/???] 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: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19980617231159.7882.rocketmail@send1d.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. 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-consensual 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 ---------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 104 - Time Out Of Time ---------------------------------------------------------------- By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) ---------------------------------------------------------------- We were all awakened a few hours later. Sheila screamed like she was being tortured to death. A high pitched wail that rivaled anything I'd ever wrung out of Jane. My eyes snapped open and adrenaline poured into my system. The other girls were instantly awake. Struggling with their bondage. Questions falling from their lips. I jumped to my feet trying to locate the source of the agonized screams. Christi and Jane almost thrown from the sofa by my movements. My heart hammering. The adrenaline increased my awareness. I scrambled over to Sheila. She was the only one in the room still asleep. Amy had initially scrambled away, her bare feet scrabbling at the carpet. Moaning. As she realized what was happening, she began to inch her way over to her carpet mate. By this time I was kneeling beside the still screaming girl. I gathered her into my arms, gently rocking her. Unsure whether I should wake her, or let her wake herself. I was saved the decision. As I cradled her bound body, she snapped awake with another scream. Struggling violently. Swearing. Trying to free her arms. Kicking out at Amy, who had to scramble away again to avoid the thrashing legs. Finally, I managed to calm her, stroking her hair gently and holding her tight against myself. She fell into a deep weeping. I wasn't even sure that she had any idea where she was. Amy managed to get herself to her knees. Fright and adrenaline flushing her face in the weak light. "Is. She alright?" she whispered. "I'm really don't know. Probably just a nightmare." Amy nodded, watching with wide eyes. I glanced around the room. All the girls were flushed and watching with morbid fascination. "You can all go back to sleep. She just had a nightmare." Elizabeth mumbled something, "Some nightmare ..." She tried to settled back into her chair. Fighting off her adrenaline. Trying to slow her breathing. I turned my attention to the shaking girl in my arms. She was breathing hard. Her eyes closed. Sweat was pouring off her brow. Her tangled blonde hair damp. Whispering to herself. I stroked her hair like a child. "Shhhh. It was just a nightmare. Shhhh." She seemed to calm a bit. Pulling at her ropes. Still crying. She hitched a few times and managed to stop. I wiped at her face. Brushing away her tears. "I. I'm so sorry," she said quietly. "I. I didn't mean to wake everyone." "That's alright. What happened, sweetheart?" "N-nightmare. I. I should have warned you. I get them. My. Evan used to come into my room when I was screaming and hit me until I woke up and stopped. I'm sorry." "He hit you for screaming? That makes sense." "I don't know. Please. I didn't mean to wake you up. I'll try to go back to sleep. Please don't punish me." "Relax. I'm not going to punish you for having a nightmare. Sweety. I'm surprised that you didn't scream last night." "It was the first night in a long time that I haven't." I stroked her hair. "Care to tell me about it?" "I. I don't remember all of it. I. I was chained up. Naked. And. You were there. But you weren't doing anything. Just watching. Mayer. He was whipping me. Trying to get me to do something. My. Pussy. Hard. I can still feel it." Her eyes began to tear up. "Sheila. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. It wasn't an order." "I know. He was whipping me and I was screaming. Finally, he let me down. I remember him letting my wrists go and I fell. I ran to you. Begging you not to let him hurt me. Oh God. You showed me a riding crop. And I knew. You were going to whip me. My. Pussy. As well. And I ran. Screaming. Because I hurt. Because you and Mayer were chasing me. Oh God. It just seemed so real. I. Feel sick." I stroked her damp hair and kissed the top of her head. She shivered a bit. "You going to be alright?" "I. I don't know." "Should we be getting you to a bathroom?" "No. It's fading. I should be alright. I think." "Can you get back to sleep?" "I'm not sure if I'll be able to fall back asleep." "You need your rest. Try." "You. You can gag me if you want. That way if I scream it shouldn't wake you. I'm used to sleeping with one." I shook my head. "That isn't necessary. If I did that, you might choke in the night." "Mayer didn't care. He'd almost always gag me after the first time I screamed. Sometimes he'd just gag me before I fell asleep. If he didn't want to punish me in the night for screaming." "I'm not Mayer. Try to sleep." "You aren't going to crop me, are you?" "Only if you misbehave. Now go to sleep." I slid her off my lap. Amy had laid back down already. Watching. Unable to sleep with us making so much noise so close to her. Amy spoke quietly. "Sheila? You want to sleep over here? With me? I promise not to bite. And my arms are tied as much as yours. No funny business." Sheila smiled gratefully. Perhaps a little female comfort and physical closeness might help. She nodded. Amy shifted herself, moving closer to Sheila. Finally, they were face to face. Their bare bodies touching at the breast and hips. Their legs entwined. Despite the fact that they were both bound and nude, there really wasn't anything sexual about it. Almost like sisters just comforting each other. Amy kissed Sheila's cheek chastely and settled her head down onto the carpet and closed her eyes. In moments Sheila did the same. I sat and watched them as Amy's breathing became regular and Sheila, while obviously not asleep, at least pretended. She was relaxed. I let the adrenaline work itself out of my system. I slowly rose to my feet and returned to the sofa, working myself under Christi and Jane's feet again. They were fast asleep again. They stirred but didn't awaken as I moved back to the sofa. Again I cursed myself for not returning to the master bedroom. I could feel the aches and kinks already starting. I idly wondered if any of the girls knew massage as I slipped back into a deep sleep. I awoke a lot later, feeling a soft sensation on my lips. I opened my eyes to a nude blonde softly kissing me. Her arms seemed like they were in an odd position. I was instantly aroused, but I pulled back. Her eyes looked questioningly at me. "Good morning," she whispered. I yawned. "Good morning. What the heck are you doing up so early?" "Early?" "Yeah. It's early. I'm not awake. It's early," instinctively I was whispering with her. The other girls were unlikely awake, either. She lowered her blue eyes. "I'm sorry. I. Just could help it." I stretched. Wincing as the aches and pains from sleeping sitting up intensified. "It's alright. Time to get up anyway." "I've been a bad girl. You can punish me if you want." "Tempting as that is, you wouldn't like your punishment, and I'm not awake enough to punish you. Maybe later." She stuck her lip out in a pout and then broke out into a grin, not being able to hold a straight face. "Can a slave beg for coffee?" she whispered. "Come on." I rose to my feet and groaned at the various muscles that suddenly had appeared. My right arm ached fiercely. Sheila had turned onto her back. Her feet still touching Amy. Amy was still on her right side, breathing regularly. Elizabeth was going to be in pain as much as I. Still fast asleep, her head tucked into her chest. I glanced over at Jane. She shifted her position as I came off the couch. Sensing her legs being moved in her sleep. "Not yet. Please," she mumbled to someone before slipping back into slumber. I guided Christi out into the hallway. She daintily stepped over the carpet, trying to be silent. As we walked towards the kitchen, she made a deliberate glance into the dining room where her clothes were lying carefully folded on the table. She pulled at her restraints, sighed, and continued her nude journey to the kitchen. She stood awkwardly in the middle of the kitchen as I flipped on the coffee maker. I sat down, leaving her standing. "Aren't you going to untie me?" "You wouldn't happen to know any massage techniques, would you?" "You mean like walking on your back?" she smiled mischievously. "Yeah." "I used to give my boyfriend massages. He liked them." "I keep hearing about this boyfriend of yours. You still seeing him?" "Not in this timeline." "On the normal one. You know what I mean." "No." "No?" "I broke up with him. About two months ago." "Why?" "He wanted to get married. I didn't. Do we have to talk about this?" "We'll talk about it if I want to. But alright. What do you want to make us for breakfast." "Whatever you want. Can I take a shower first?" "A shower? After breakfast." "But. Please. I feel like I'm so dirty. My hair. My God. I can't even run my fingers through it." She tossed her head, her hair limp and tangled. She was a bit of a mess. "I know. But you might get more dirty at breakfast. Syrup is sticky." "You want pancakes again? You'll have to untie me eventually if you want me to cook." She grinned. Accepting that she simply wasn't going to be allowed to shower before breakfast. I motioned her over and she groaned as I finally released the ropes holding her arms. She shook them out, wincing. "You know. You don't have to do that to us. Make us sleep like that. You have no idea how uncomfortable it is." "What would you suggest? Letting you run free? Let you stick scissors in my chest?" "You know we wouldn't do that. Lock us in a room or something?" "Ahhh. And what if I like sleeping with a warm body or two?" "Then tie us up then? The ones that you are sleeping with." "I'll think about it." Christi began to move around the kitchen. Gathering cooking utensils, pans. "Can a slave have her coffee now?" I glanced over at the coffee machine. It was just finishing up perking. I walked over to the coffee machine and poured her out a mug. I placed it in her outstretched hand. She looked at it. Then turned her blue eyes to gaze at me. Pleading in them. "Can a slave have cream and sugar? Please?" I was in a tormenting mood for some reason. "Any particular reason?" "Because I. She likes it that way? Please?" "Does it matter how you like it?" Her eyes brimmed with tears. Not knowing why she was being tormented. Not knowing why I wasn't letting her drink her coffee with cream and sugar. "No sir. I. She'll drink it as you want." She brought the mug to her lips and sipped at the bitter brew. Tears in her eyes, she turned away towards the stove. I relented. She just looked so forlorn, and she hadn't give me a hard time about it. Trying to please. "Christi?" She turned towards me again. "Yes sir?" she replied a bit sullenly. "Come here." She walked over. Waited. Then knelt. Her coffee still in her hand. She placed it on the floor in front of her. Tilting her head up to look at me. "Would you beg for cream and sugar?" "If I had to." I considered. She would. I knew she would. I didn't need to hear it this morning. I extended my hand, helping her to her feet. I guided her over to towards the counter where the sugar was. Gave her a little push. "Go on. You've been a good girl. Fix your coffee." She turned to me, confusion on her pretty face. An unspoken question. Why? "Because you didn't beg, but you would have." She still looked confused, but didn't want to risk her cream and sugar. She scampered over and fixed her coffee. She tasted it and smiled in my direction. Wordlessly thanking me and returning to mixing her pancake batter. I watched her nude body as she worked, soon smelling the sweet odors of pancakes frying. She set the small table. Plates for the girls. Plate and cutlery for me. A huge jug of syrup. "They'll be ready soon. Care to get the others, or you want me to?" I rose, leaving her to her tasks. I returned to the entertainment room. Jane was awake. But that was it. She got up off the sofa as I entered. She walked over, silently, and knelt at my feet. I ruffled her tangled hair and set about waking the others. Feeling evil, I approached Elizabeth's chair. She was still fast asleep. Her nipples still had a trace of the rouge that she'd used. I reached out and suddenly grasped her nipples and twisted. Not enough to seriously hurt her, but she'd wake up quickly. "Ahhhhhhhhh," she screamed as she woke up. I released her and she lay back in the chair and tried to catch her breath. She struggled with her ropes but couldn't get free. Finally she just stared at me sullenly. "What the hell was that for?" "I was feeling nasty." "I'll say. You aren't going to do it again, are you?" she paled as she realized just how vulnerable she was with her arms pinned behind her as they were. "Nope. You're awake." "Some fucking alarm clock." I kissed her lips, and surprised she just kissed me back. "You are always hard to wake up. I figured I'd just make sure you were awake." "Shake me next time." I leaned down and kissed her nipples. They were a bit redder than when I started. "Alright. Go on. To the kitchen." All the girls were now awake. Elizabeth's scream having woken them. The girls all rose and carefully made their way to the kitchen. Still bound. I followed them at a discrete distance. Elizabeth was favouring her right leg, probably in a bit of pain from sleeping in the chair. I had aches in places where I didn't even know I had muscles. I was ready for a shower as well. When I entered the kitchen, the smell of pancakes assaulted me. Christi was free and happily cooking at the stove. The others had knelt down on the floor just waiting for me. Jane looked up at me as I entered. "Sir? Can we be freed? Please?" I looked at her. "Do you know any massage?" Jane looked completely confused. "No sir." Sheila piped up from behind Jane. "Master? I do." "You know massage?" "M-Mayer forced me to take some classes when I first started. If you want I can massage you." I nodded and crouched by Sheila. I released her arms, quickly undoing the knots holding her. She sighed and shook out her arms. "Christ, *I* need a massage," she mumbled as she tried to work out the aches in her own arms, stretching. "Sheila?" "Yes sir?" "I want you to give me the best massage of your life. I'll let the others free and give them coffee based on how well you perform. Okay?" She paled a bit. "Wh-what happens if you don't like what I do?" "Then I guess they go without breakfast and can stay that way for the rest of the day. You'll join them as well." Jane looked like she was about to say something and thought better of it. She just hung her head, hoping that Sheila was able to satisfy me. She knew that she'd remain hungry and bound all day if that was what I wanted. She was in no position to protest. I pulled off my shirt and sat down in a chair. Sheila hesitantly walked up behind me and began to work her fingers into my sore muscles. I leaned forward as she worked, her fingers finding all the knots and gently working them out. She was quite good. She eventually sank to her knees in front of me and I looked at her earnest face. "Is that better? Evan always made me ... suck him ... afterwards. I can do that as well, if you want. Or I can try to work out more. If it will make you let the others go." I stretched my back. It felt wonderful. It was as though I hadn't slept in that awkward position. "Sheila, honey, you're hired." I sighed. The girl looked like she'd just won first prize at the county fair. She beamed from her kneeling position. "D-does that mean you'll let them go?" "And give them coffee. They don't even have to drink it black. Go on. Untie them." Sheila scampered over to Jane on her hands and knees and quickly began to loosen the knots. Soon all the females were thankfully shaking out their arms and sighing as they were released. Jane slowly climbed to her feet and walked over to the coffee machine. She turned to me, "Sir? May I?" I nodded. Sheila had more than earned them all coffee this morning. Sheila walked over, still smiling. "Can a slave beg for orange juice instead?" "As much as you want. Go on." Sheila practically ran over to the refrigerator and pulled out the pitcher of juice. She poured herself a huge glass and then walked back over to the table. The others had prepared their coffee and were standing sipping it, watching Christi preparing breakfast and leaning back on the counter. They were all unconsciously trying to straighten tangled hair and work out their various complaining muscles from the awkward night and the bondage. Sheila sat beside me and spoke quietly. "Showers?" She ran her hand through her tangled locks. "After breakfast. I promise." She nodded. I spoke towards the three girls by the coffee machine. "Elizabeth?" She paled a bit, already having been punished for no reason once this morning. Her nipples were still tender to prove it. "Yes sir?" "Come here." "Oh my God. Please. I haven't done anything." "Just come here." The girl walked over in trepidation. _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? 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