Message-ID: <7051eli$9801061712@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/7051.txt> From: Crimson Dragon <dcrimson@yahoo.com> Subject: Time Out Of Time (Chapter 2) [Mf, MFf, bd, exh, sm, inc, nc] 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: <19980106054014.23460.rocketmail@send1b.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-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. 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 2] I took my time wandering over to her. I stuck the gun in her bare ribs and released her from the slow time region. She glanced down to see the gun in her ribs and sighed. "So I can't escape." I nodded. "Technically, I don't even need this thing." I prodded her in the ribs with the barrel of the gun. She flinched. "But if I have to use it, to make you do as I say, then I will ..." She just hung her head in resignation. "Come on, back into the store." I guided her back to our cart. "Put your hands on the bar." Silently, she did as she as told. I took a package of soft cord from the shelf and had her cut a piece about six feet long. "What are you going to do with this?" "Put you hands back on the bar." I began to lash her wrists to the cart. "Please no. I won't go anywhere. I can't. I promise to be good. Do what you say. You don't need to tie me up." "Be quiet", I ordered. She shut her mouth pretty quick. "Now stay there." I cast a bubble of normal time around her, while I wandered through the store, picking up a few items here and there as they caught my fancy. In the last aisle, I came face to face with a frozen girl of about twenty, apparently looking through the paint section. She was long legged and had small breasts, which were pressing against her sweater as she reached up to see a can of paint. My mind started working overtime and I walked into the adjoining aisle. I cast a bubble around her allowing her to continue in normal time as though nothing had happened. I heard her sigh as she came down from her frozen stance. At this point she still wasn't aware that there was anything unusual. Time had simply continued for her. I popped the gun in hand and rounded the corner. She glanced up but didn't really register anything unusual yet. I walked slowly down the aisle looking at things as I went, as though I was shopping. As I passed her, I quickly jammed the gun into the small of her back. At the sudden move, she let out a small scream. I heard the scream echo around the store and I heard Christi cry out softly. I whispered in her ear, "Nice and slow turn around. And no more screams." "What do you want?" "Not sure yet, lets take a walk." Unsure about what was going on, but knowing that the gun was there, the new woman walked slowly in front of me. I could just see her expression as she realized that the rest of the world was frozen. But she didn't ask what was going on. She just numbly continued on. I carefully guided her away from the area where I had left Christi bound and nude, so she wouldn't panic. Along the way I picked up a few more coils of rope. Near the cash register I found a straight backed chair on display. "Okay, pick up that chair." The girl obeyed, with a furtive glance at the gun. "Purse." She handed me her purse. I quickly rifled through it until I found her keys and her wallet. "Please take the money and let me go ...", she pleaded while holding the chair. I checked her wallet. License made out to Kimberly Blake, 21. I dropped the wallet back in the purse and left it on the floor. I guided Kimberly out to the main aisle of the store where there was more room. I had her put the chair down while I considered my next move. I sat in the chair while making Kim move some of the larger displays out of the way. I enjoyed the view of her body as she struggled to move some of the larger items. After she was done and breathing hard, I got out of the chair and placed it in the middle of the floor that she had cleared. I motioned for her to sit in the chair. Tentatively, she did. "Hands behind the chair." "What are you going to do?" "Just tie you into the chair. That's all. I won't hurt you if you cooperate." I saw her briefly consider if she could somehow get away while I was behind the chair, but thought better of it and simply placed her wrists behind the chair back like I'd asked. She obediently crossed her wrists, and allowed me to tie them securely behind her. She weakly pulled against the bonds but quickly discovered that she was going nowhere. I secured her wrists to the bottom rung of the chair with another piece of rope. I then had the frightened woman put her ankles on the outside of the chair legs where I securely lashed them. "You don't need to have it that tight," she complained. "Don't worry, you won't be there long. I just need to keep you out of the way for a while ..." I watched as she relaxed as much as she could. _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? 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