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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 124 - Time Out Of Time

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By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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"And then there were two," Jane spoke softly as I entered the dining 
room.

I mutely nodded, still missing the other girls and unable to hide it. 
I carefully pulled a chair from below the table and reversed it, 
straddling the chair as Christi was. I faced the girls, my chin 
resting on the wood of the backrest.

Christi spoke gently from her seat. Her hands still encircled the back 
of the chair, but she turned her body to face me.

"Do you want us to kneel?" she asked even as she began to struggle to 
her feet and out of the chair. Jane was making motions as if to drop 
to her feet from the window sill.

"You don't have to kneel for me anymore. Stay comfortable."

A mischievous smile broke across Christi's lips. "Will you let us out 
of the handcuffs as well, then?" she asked lightly, obviously not 
expecting a positive answer.

"Nice try," I actually managed to smile back at her. Silence descended 
into the room for a moment before Jane broke it.

"What happens now?" she spoke so softly it was almost a whisper.

"I'm not quite sure."

"I'm sorry," Jane was still speaking in soft tones.

I looked up at her, confused. "Sorry for what?"

"Sorry that you have to let us go. Let them go. It's obviously hard on 
you."

I nodded. It had been a lot harder than I'd expected. Originally I'd 
just picked up these girls as playthings. As sexual objects. As slaves 
for my pleasure and my pleasure alone. But they were more than that, 
now. Perhaps, I'd kept them too long. Perhaps they had just become 
more than just pretty girls walking down the street, available for my 
games. Despite what I did to them, they were thinking, breathing, 
feeling human beings. Women. This was harder than I'd ever expected.

"How much time do we have?" Jane asked, breaking my train of thought.

I really didn't know. It might be days, it might be minutes. I 
wouldn't know until that cursed black spider began its journey across 
my mind. And I had no idea if it would be the last one, or the first 
in a procession of little spiders. I was hoping to hold onto the 
timeline long enough to give the girls whatever they wanted. I hoped 
that the spiders weren't hungry.

After a moment I answered her. "I really don't know, honey. I really 
don't know."

I gazed at the girl, resplendent in her black evening gown and 
handcuffs. Even though I knew that was all she wore, and she still 
would look more natural in jeans and a sweater, she was beautiful. She 
was beautiful as only a seventeen year old girl can be, nonchalantly 
swinging her bare legs and feet, gently twisting her wrists against 
her fetters, her face strong and sure. Her dark hair curled around her 
shoulders as soft as a downy comforter. Her lips curled into a gentle 
smile.

"Do you want me?" Jane asked softly, knowing what the answer was. But 
I had promised myself that I wouldn't force myself on any of them. It 
wasn't necessary. I had already made love twice this afternoon. Three 
times today if you counted Christi in the morning.

I continued to gaze at her, not answering her simple question.

"You do. You can have me, if you want. You know that," her perception 
had always been correct.

"Janey. Of course, I want you. But this isn't about me. It is about 
you. It's about what *you* want. I'll do whatever I can to make it 
happen for you. But there isn't much time left. I'm sorry for that."

She swallowed heavily. "Does that mean that I'm the next one?"

I nodded slowly at her. I so much didn't want to let this girl go.

She took a deep breath, raising her breasts beneath the dress. She let 
it out in a long steady stream through her nose. Her breasts fell 
again beneath the fabric. I thought I could detect the points of her 
nipples. The nipples that I knew so intimately.

"You are going to let me do whatever I want?"

"Almost anything."

"I'm going to assume that the 'anything' doesn't include letting me 
try out that crop of yours on *your* hide? Let you know what you put 
us through."

I considered it for about half a second. "I don't think so. Nice try 
though."

She smiled radiantly. She knew that I wasn't going to agree to that, 
no matter how fair it might seem. But she was just trying to make a 
point. I knew that. I let her have her small victory.

She tilted her head down, staring at her toes. She took a deep breath 
and spoke quietly.

"Do you remember the night that you let us free to teach the Judge a 
lesson?"

I didn't know where she was going with this, but I wasn't about to let 
her at that asshole again. Even if she deserved it. No. I didn't 
particularly want to spend my last time on this timeline dealing with 
him. I didn't even want to think about him.

"Yes ..." I replied cautiously.

She continued, lowering her voice even further, almost to the point of 
inaudibility. "Do you remember what happened that night?"

I let my mind wander back, trying to find what she was driving at. I 
glanced over at Christi who was also staring downwards, suddenly 
fascinated with her own small toes. The sight of Christi brought it 
home to me. I still wasn't sure where she was going, but I knew what 
she was referring to.

"You. And Christi. Yes." I spoke carefully, not wanting to dissuade 
her from speaking whatever was on her mind.

Jane finally raised her eyes. I watched as she fought her discomfort 
and embarrassment that it had even happened in the first place. Her 
toes curled against the air as she continued in her soft voice, her 
eyes capturing and holding mine.

"Christi and I talked about it. We can't say good-bye. We just can't," 
her voice cracked a bit and tears began to form in her eyes. "We. We 
would like to use one of our wishes, it doesn't matter whose, to ... 
to leave together. So we don't have to say good-bye. We would like to 
spend our last time together. As long as we have. Please? And if we 
can't do that. If you won't let us. Then don't make us say good-bye to 
each other. I'm begging you," Jane was crying softly by the time she'd 
finished.

I leaned back a little, surprised by her request. I had honestly 
thought that they had worked it out, that their feelings for each 
other, if they even existed, had been resolved. Christi had tears in 
her eyes as well as she sat there, twisting her hands against the 
steel holding her wrists. I thought I understood. If they did have any 
feeling for one another, then the good-bye would even be harder than 
anything I'd felt so far letting the other women go. And they had 
recognized it.

I spoke quietly. "Janey? Christi? You don't have to use up your last 
requests. You won't have to say good-bye to one another if you don't 
want. I won't force you."

"Thank-you," Jane whispered into the quiet room.

I let them sit there for a while with their thoughts, not wanting to 
interrupt them.

Eventually, I turned my attention back to Jane. She was staring at her 
bare feet again as they swung back and forth.

"Jane?"

She looked up, unsure of what else I might want from her.

"What do you want, truly? You can include Christi if you want. If she 
wants."

Jane took a deep breath. It looked as though she'd made a decision 
that she wasn't sure that she wouldn't regret. She let her breath out 
slowly and spoke.

"You know what I'm like. Right?"

I thought about it. "Stubborn. Strong willed. Caring." I smiled at 
her.

"And masochistic. No matter how much I hate it," she continued.

I nodded slowly.

"I might never get another chance to experience this. Being completely 
in someone else's control. Let's face it, I'm unlikely to discover 
this on the real timeline. Right? Not safely anyway."

I nodded again, slowly. I was getting aroused just anticipating her 
request. I had a feeling I knew what it was going to be, though not 
the specifics.

She turned slowly to Christi. "Christi? Honey? I know how you feel 
about him. I won't ask if you don't want me to."

Christi lowered her blonde head and stared at the floorboards for a 
moment. She took a deep breath. She obviously knew what Jane was 
talking about, even if I hadn't figured it out yet.

"It's alright. I don't mind," she attempted a smile, not completely 
succeeding, but close enough.

Jane nodded her thanks to Christi and turned back to me. She pulled 
against the handcuffs on her wrists.

"I. I want to be your slave. One last time. I want to put myself in 
your hands. I want to be taken," she shivered slightly at the words 
coming from her pretty lips. "I. I don't care what you do to me, but I 
only ask not to hurt me more than I can take. You know where that is 
better than I."

Tears began to form in her eyes. I watched as she struggled to will 
them away. Her strength prevailed as I watched the tears recede. Her 
mind was at war with her body again. But she knew that her mind had 
lots of time to win on the main timeline. She might never experience 
what her body wanted ever again.

It took me a moment to respond. I have to admit that I wasn't 
completely surprised by this, but nevertheless I had never been sure 
if she would ever accept this part of herself that I saw so clearly.

"Are you sure, Jane?"

"I'm sure," her voice became a little stronger.

"Do you want sex to be involved?" I just wanted to be clear what her 
intent was.

"I ... if you want it, I am going to be your willing slave. I'm not 
sure I have a choice."

I swallowed. This wasn't the answer I wanted.

"No. Do you want sex to be involved?" I asked her again.

She thought about it for a moment. I had never taken her, never forced 
her into sex. At least with me.

She licked her lips. "Yes," she answered simply. When I didn't say 
anything she continued softly. "What is the point of being all hot and 
bothered if I don't get to climax?"

I nodded slowly.

She whispered again, "You can't tell right now, but I already am. Hot 
and bothered."

I looked up at her. Her breathing was heavier than normal, but with 
the dress between her skin and I, I couldn't see the other outward 
signs of her arousal. If they were even there. I took her word for it. 
For now.

"Would you like Christi to be involved in this?" I asked slowly.

Jane nodded slowly, almost shyly.

I didn't want to offer Christi's services if she had an objection. I 
had a funny feeling that she wouldn't, especially considering the 
circumstances. I turned to Christi, a look of questioning on my face. 
Christi nodded slowly, giving her permission for me to include her. If 
I ordered her, she wouldn't have a choice. She knew that. But this was 
no longer about my control over them, and I think that Christi sensed 
that. If she'd objected, I wouldn't have forced the issue.

"Who am I?" I gently asked Jane.

Her eyes clouded for a moment as she considered her answer. Then, as 
naturally as if she was in church, she slipped off the windowsill and 
sank to her knees on the hardwood, the black fabric of her gown 
flowing around her feminine form. Her bound hands rested easily 
between her kneeling thighs; she was no longer twisting in her 
restraints.

She spoke clearly but quietly, looking up at me.

"You ... are my Master."





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