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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-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


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Chapter 115 - Time Out Of Time

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By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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I pushed open the bedroom door and allowed Elizabeth to crawl into the 
bedroom under her own power, releasing her hair. She sighed as she 
crawled over to Amy and quietly knelt by Amy's bound feet.

"Elizabeth? Are you alright? What did he do to you?"

Elizabeth looked at me, seeking permission to answer Amy's questions. 
I shook my head, denying it.

"Amy, honey? I. I can't tell you. I'm sorry."

Amy, shrugged as much as her bonds would let her. She didn't 
understand why I wouldn't let Elizabeth tell her what had happened to 
her, but she knew better than to push the issue. She wasn't in the 
best position to defend herself if I chose to punish her for not 
accepting my decisions.

Elizabeth looked down at herself, shivered, remembered her punishment 
and looked back up at me.

"Can ... can a slave begin her task, now? Please?" She wanted to get 
this over with as well.

I swallowed, looking forward to seeing Elizabeth having sex with Amy. 
I nodded slowly.

With a last look of pleading in her eyes, Elizabeth spoke softly.

"Please don't make do this. I'm begging you."

"We can go back to the other room if you like."

"Oh God. Please no. I'll do it. I didn't say I wouldn't. I just asked 
..." her voice trailed off.

"It's alright. You've touched women before. You've slept with them 
before."

Tears brimmed again in the girl's eyes and she bent her head.

"Can I ask how long?"

"Until I tell you to stop."

"Yes sir."

She reluctantly shuffled her bare body around until she was facing 
Amy. Amy was still bound nude and spread open in the chair, looking 
down calmly at Elizabeth.

"If it makes it any easier, Elizabeth, I don't mind anymore," Amy 
spoke quietly.

"Y-you don't?"

"I've already had Sheila and Christi down there. I'm used to it. I 
don't like it. I wish I didn't have to do it. But I don't have a 
choice. Having you down there is no worse. I'll try and enjoy it. 
Okay? Maybe he'll let me out after you're done." Amy attempted a weak 
smile.

"I. I guess." Elizabeth shivered and Amy visibly braced herself for 
the third female tongue of the morning. She squirmed a bit in her 
bonds belying the words she had just spoken to Elizabeth. But she 
didn't complain.

As the first gasp emerged from Amy's lips, I sat down on the bed. 
Christi was still breathing heavily, watching the girls make slow love 
by the chair.

"What did you do to them?" she whispered to me.

"Played."

"Oh God. How's Jane?"

"Sore. But she'll be fine."

"You didn't hurt them too much?"

"They won't forget the morning."

"I'll bet. Are you going to untie me?" She pulled at her bound wrists. 
"We have something to finish."

I was sitting by her bare feet and I reached out and traced along her 
instep. She squirmed a bit, but the cords holding her body prevented 
her from kicking her feet as she no doubt wanted to. She cried out at 
the touch and wrenched her bare toes as they pulled against the small 
toe cords.

I did it again, and she willed herself to turn the touches into 
something less ticklish. I looked up into her face.

"Please. Untie me. We can finish what we started earlier."

I traced her right instep once more and shifted up towards her top 
end. I leaned down to her and touched her lips gently with mine. She 
hungrily returned the kiss, pulling at her ropes.

"Untie me," she whispered to me. "You can tie me back up after we're 
done. If you have to. I don't even mind if you leave me naked."

I ignored her voice and traced along her bare breasts which were 
heaving with her breathing. She closed her eyes to concentrate on the 
sensations.

I traced her breasts, purposely avoiding her erect nipples. She 
moaned, thrusting herself as best she could towards the light touches. 
Her skin was silky smooth and warm to my finger tips. Her lips parted 
as she cried out when I touched her nipples gently with my tongue.

I idly touched her chest as she lay there while I turned my attention 
to the girls by the chair. Elizabeth was doing exactly as she'd been 
ordered. Her head was moving as she licked the bound girl in front of 
her. Amy had her eyes closed and she was pulling gently against the 
ropes that restrained her bare body. Her breathing was quickening, and 
her nipples betrayed her arousal. She looked like she was heading for 
some release, but she also looked like she was fighting it on some 
level. I could feel my arousal building as I watched, almost jealous 
of Amy. Elizabeth's mouth would have felt good at that point, but I 
simply didn't have the capacity that a female did. If I let Elizabeth 
pleasure me, I'd have to forgo the pleasures with Christi. At least 
for a while. I closed my eyes as again I felt the jealousy rise that 
Amy could recover so much quicker than I. She was heading for her 
third or fourth climax of the morning. Being female has some 
advantages.

As I turned my attention back to the girl squirming under my gently 
caressing fingers, I felt an odd sensation, almost like a spider 
crawling through my mind. I gasped as the sensation intensified, 
filling my mind and darkening my vision. I vaguely heard Christi's 
voice crying out as darkness overwhelmed my senses and I lost touch 
with the outside world.

I awoke sometime later, my hearing returned before the rest of my 
senses.

"What the hell are we going to do?"

"You can start by untying me," Amy's voice rang through my 
consciousness.

"In a second," Elizabeth's voice sounded close. I struggled to open my 
eyes. My strength was slowly returning, but I would have to wait for a 
moment before I could move. It didn't sound like I'd been out very 
long.

I felt soft fingers trace down my cheek and touch my lips.

"He's still breathing, thank God."

"Thank God? Tie him up before he wakes up," Amy's voice again.

"Amy, shush," Christi's voice sounded really near. I though I could 
feel her breathing close by, perhaps even under me. "He's the only one 
who can get us out of here. And if he can get free, you don't want to 
be the one who tied him up. Trust me."

I could almost see Amy paling. I heard Elizabeth grunting some 
assention.

"I'm worried enough that I'm not still between your legs. Hush Amy."

I felt Elizabeth rise off the bed and leave the room. Moments later I 
heard her small footsteps and her weight settle into the bed beside 
me. I felt a cool sensation across my forehead.

Finally, my eyes worked and I fluttered open my eyelids, wincing at 
the sharp pain of the light. Elizabeth's face was peering at me.

"Thank God you woke up. What the hell happened?"

I struggled to move my lips and felt a rush of energy into my system.

I coughed. "Blacked out."

My strength returned, almost as though I hadn't even had the episode. 
I rose to my knees. I had indeed fallen across the bound girl. 
Elizabeth, being the only free girl had helped me as much as possible. 
I plucked the cool wet face cloth from my brow.

Elizabeth was kneeling, her eyes downcast.

"Sir? Please. I was only trying to help. I. I thought ..."

"It's alright. Your help is appreciated. I'm not going to punish you 
for stopping what you were told to do."

Elizabeth heaved a big sigh of relief. The after effects of the black 
out were fading quickly. My sex drive was returning like a lion. And 
the squirming female in ropes in front of me helped drive it.

Elizabeth looked up at me with teary eyes. "Does this slave have to 
continue her task? She just helped you when she didn't have to."

"I heard."

Amy paled at this. "Please," she whispered from her chair. She knew 
that I'd heard her suggestions.

I thought about this. I didn't know what caused the black out, but I 
had to seem in control, even if I really didn't feel like I was. My 
body was betraying me, somehow. But I felt fine now.

"I'll let you stop early, how's that?" I smiled gently at Elizabeth. 
"I was going to make you lick her for most of the day. Just until I 
finish with Christi?"

Elizabeth nodded, disappointment still evident in her face. Still less 
time at her task had to be better than licking Amy all day. Resigned, 
she slipped off the bed and back to her bare knees in front of Amy.

I watched her as she reluctantly returned to tonguing Amy's bare body. 
Amy, still a bit pale, closed her eyes and pulled at her ropes, 
accepting the stimulation again. Not much she could do about it.

I turned my attention back to Christi, who was looking up at me with 
frightened eyes. I could see the questions buzzing through her head, 
questions that she was afraid to voice and questions to which I had no 
answers.

I let my fingers trail lightly over her bare breasts again, causing 
her to gasp. Her arousal hadn't faded with the episode. I bent towards 
her bound feet and slowly released her toes and ankles while watching 
Elizabeth and Amy. When her feet were free she squirmed, flexing her 
toes and bending her knees. I sat back, leaning on my hands, watching 
the nude girls. Amy was looking more and more like she was losing the 
battle not to get aroused. Her breathing was erratic and her nipples 
rock hard. She'd lost the pale complexion, to be replaced by a red 
glow to her cheeks.

"M-master?" Christi's small voice came up from her lying position. She 
had stopped squirming her legs, and was lying patiently waiting for my 
attention. Her breathing was still erratic and she was flexing her 
arms, pulling gently at her bound wrists.

I turned to her quickly and then returned my gaze to Amy. I kind of 
wanted to see her climax.

"Please. I know you aren't going to release my hands, but your slave 
is begging you not to ignore her any longer. Please?"

I shook my head, tearing my gaze away from Elizabeth and Amy.

"You want these off?" I touched the jeans that still tightly hugged 
her lower half.

Christi swallowed, fighting off the instincts to say that she wanted 
them. She wanted them, but she didn't. Hard choice in her position.

"Can a girl ask if she'll get them back?"

"Does it matter?"

"I. I guess not." Tears brimmed in her eyes, but her arousal overcame 
them easily.

"Ask me to take them off you."

She swallowed again heavily and closed her eyes. "Please. This. Oh 
Christ. This slave. She begs her master to take off her jeans. They. 
They are in the way." She quickly added, "And she begs to have them 
back afterwards."

I smiled at the addendum. She wasn't the type to often use her slave 
talk. But in this case, she really wanted something. Her clothes back 
after we'd finished. So she indulged me. Smart girl.

I turned my attention back to Amy and Elizabeth as my fingers reached 
for the button at the top of Christi's jeans. As I unzipped her, Amy 
began to really pull against her ropes, moaning quietly and holding 
her breath.

Christi arched her body as best as she could to help me remove her 
jeans. She knew that if I wanted her out of them, that she had to take 
them off. To do otherwise would mean losing the concealing garment 
forever. There was absolutely nothing she could do if I decided to cut 
them off her body.

As the jeans slipped down Christi's smooth legs, I heard Amy take one 
last deep breath and let it out in a small cry. Her body strained 
against the ropes, her whole body involved in her orgasm. She cried 
out again as Elizabeth continued her task. Amy's breasts moved with 
her laboured breathing, tears running slowly down her face.

Elizabeth looked up at me, pulling her head from Amy's sex. She looked 
at me with pleading in her eyes.

"Please, sir. She's done. She's climaxed. Oh God. Please can I stop?"

I slowly shook my head, forcing the girl to continue stimulating Amy.

Amy whispered, "Oh God. Please," mostly to herself as Elizabeth 
resumed her task, tears falling from her eyes. Amy squirmed at the 
touches, probably not quite recovered enough to take the renewed 
stimulation to her clitoris, but not having any choice. Not like she 
could move away, or push Elizabeth's head from her.

Christi was watching the other girls, and turned as she noticed that I 
had taken her into my gaze instead.

She looked a bit uncomfortable, with her hands bound. She looked up at 
me, face flushed.

"We are going to finish this time. Aren't we? Please? I ... I need 
you."

I smiled at her and she flushed more. I could see her thoughts running 
through her head. Such a difference from her former life. She probably 
couldn't believe that she was naked, and tied up on an unfamiliar bed. 
Asking for sex. For relief. Feeling things for me that she probably 
wasn't fully comfortable with. Fighting with herself.

I nodded. I wanted her.

She swallowed heavily again. "H-how do you want me?" she asked a bit 
shyly. She'd always initiated the sexual contact in the past, just 
doing whatever she thought I wanted. In most cases, I imagine it was 
what she wanted as well, but I'd never bothered asking.

I smiled at her, lying here quietly looking up at me, bare breasts 
heaving. "How do you want it?" I asked softly.

"I. I don't want my hands tied," she looked up at me hopefully.

I slowly shook my head, letting her know kindly that her hands were 
going to remain behind her. I wanted her like that.

Her face took on a resigned look, not quite daring to ask again, or 
beg.

"If it pleases you, I, I'd like to be on top, then."

I could understand that. If she was on the bottom, her arms would 
probably be a bit uncomfortable. Though, they would sink into the bed 
below her, I'm sure she'd be more comfortable on top.

I moved myself down to lie beside her, letting my fingers caress her 
bare breasts. She moaned, and with an obvious effort, she pulled away 
from the soft touches. She was breathing hard, as she struggled to her 
knees.

"God, that was hard."

Thinking that getting to her knees with her hands tied was difficult I 
replied to her, "Didn't pay attention in gymnastics?"

She flushed. "I paid attention. That isn't what I meant." She paused 
for a brief moment, probably debating whether she wanted to elaborate. 
"I. I meant that it was hard pulling away from those touches." She 
pulled at her bound wrists. I could see that she wanted to be free to 
touch her front. But that wasn't happening. She'd have to get her 
touches from my fingers and my body. That's how I wanted it, and she 
knew it.

"Your jeans?" Christi looked at me hopefully.

I just smiled at her, waiting for her to realize that I expected her 
to get them off me. It registered on her face.

"Please. I'm tied."

"You can do it."

She flushed, but turned herself around with an effort. She tried to 
use her bound hands to undo the top button of my jeans, her fingers 
causing my arousal to increase as she struggled. After a few minutes, 
she turned her face to me, tears coursing down her cheeks.

"Please. I'm sorry. I. I can't. Please don't punish me. Please." She 
was nearly sobbing with her distress. I was watching her fingers and 
her wrists were tied just awkwardly enough that she couldn't get her 
fingers to release the clasp. I wasn't too surprised.

I looked at her, trying to keep a straight face and keep it severe 
enough to convince her that she was in trouble, despite the fact that 
she was not. I was far too aroused to punish her at this point anyway. 
Nevertheless, the naked, vulnerable female didn't know that, and she 
quickly tried to quell her tears.

"Please. I. I don't want to be punished. I'll try again."

She pressed herself harder to her task. I cringed as I watched her, 
her trapped wrists bending in what looked to me like a really 
uncomfortable position. Her face was a mask of concentration, she 
probably didn't even feel the pain from her hands. I really didn't 
want to hurt her, so I gently touched her shoulder. She looked at me 
questioningly. As her concentration slipped she involuntarily pulled 
her bound wrists away from me and cried out softly as she felt the odd 
position of her wrists.

"Try your mouth," I urged her gently.

The bound girl took a deep breath, knowing that she wasn't going to 
have any more success with her teeth. She had to try though, she 
believed that she was going to be punished if she failed. And that 
punishment could range from denying her release to outright pain from 
a crop or paddle. Either way, she'd be restrained for the foreseeable 
future. Exactly what she didn't want.

With tears in her eyes, she again turned herself around and knelt 
facing my body.






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