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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.
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 38 - Time Out Of Time ]
By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

Jane was almost done with the other girls. She was guiding a hesitant
Lisa
to the floor between Evelyn's spread thighs.

Meanwhile I worked quickly to release Ashley from the railing. Just as
I'd
freed Ashley's left wrist from the bonds holding her, Jane wandered back
to me and knelt at my feet.

"I know this is a really really stupid thing to do. But I see Ashley's
got
a job, and Lisa and Evelyn. What do you want me to do?"

"Jane." I handed her the crop. "I know you hate to torment other
captives."

"Oh please god no. Don't make me hit anyone." Shifting the crop from
hand to
hand. Eyes scared.

"Jane. I don't want to be at this all day." She shut her mouth. "I
need you
to keep your eye on Evelyn. She isn't going to like the lesbian
attention
that she is getting. But I've instructed Ashley here to tease me until
Evelyn has come. You know how cranky I am if I have to wait for anything
for too long. If she doesn't come in twenty minutes, I'll take it out of
your hide. Understand?"

"Yes, sir," she answered glumly from her kneeling position. "I knew I
shouldn't have asked."

"If it makes you feel any better, I was going to make you do this
anyway."

Jane just nodded. I freed Ashley's last bond, her right wrist. She
had stood quietly throughout this exchange. When her wrist was finally
freed of the ropes, she immediately moved to me and pressed her bare
body up against me. I nodded to Jane who moved over to Evelyn and
Lisa and explained what had to happen. I saw Evelyn shaking her head
before I was almost completely distracted by Ashley's soft mouth
pressing
against my lips. Ashley kissed me deeply. With far more passion than I
had expected. After all, I was practically raping her. You can hardly
count a bound naked woman, terrified of a beating, agreeing to sex as
consent. Semantics.

Her hands, quick, unbuttoning my clothes. Tugging. Until I was as naked
as she. She knelt and took me into her mouth. I watched as Lisa bent to
her task. I actually closed my eyes when Jane had to bring the crop down
on Evelyn. Evelyn screaming under the lashing, whipping her hair around.
Trying to scream through the gag. Crying. And finally listening to Jane.
Concentrating on the hated sensations from Lisa's tongue. A crop on the
bare, defenseless breasts seemed to break down a woman's resistance
almost faster than anything.

As Ashley ran her tongue up and down my shaft. Teasing. Her hands
playing with
my testicles. Tears in her eyes. Wanting to know what was happening with
her friends but having to concentrate on me.

After the days events, I was a bit sensitive. It took all her will and
talent to ensure that I didn't come too early. Along with a hell of a
lot
of will power from my end. Her tongue felt unbelievably good.

I watched as Jane had to hit Evelyn a few more times. In rapid
succession.
Both women crying. But Evelyn, again trying to pay attention to Lisa's
mouth in her crotch through the pain. Sobbing.

Ashley gently guided me to the cold floor. Now I knew what the bare
women
were going through. That tile brought goosebumps to my skin as I lay
back.
But the tile warmed up rapidly with my body heat. Silly. I should have
made
her lie on the floor before I did to warm it up for me first. But,
like I
was thinking about that? Ashley, continued to run her soft lips and
tongue 
over me making me completely forget about the cold floor. Bringing me
close and then dropping the sensation. Sitting up. Touching herself.
Driving
me nuts.

Finally, she lifted her body and straddled me. Facing her friends.
Watching
Lisa intently. She lowered her body until her soft, wet vagina
engulfed me.
I gasped. And I swear I saw her smile briefly. She began to rock
herself.
Moving her hips gently. Massaging me. Clenching with her vaginal muscles
occasionally. I was in heaven. Lifting herself and ever so slowly
lowering.
Keeping me on the edge. I tried not to thrust, knowing that it would
make
it harder on her to control my orgasm, but sometimes not being able to
help it.

I heard a little cry from Evelyn's gagged lips and watched around Ashley
as the other bound woman climaxed heavily in her ropes. Pulling.
Straining.
Crying out into the gag. Jane breathed a sigh of relief. Ashley, began 
moving her body a little more while Jane crawled over to us. 

"She finished." Jane whispered in my ear.

I just nodded. Trying to concentrate on the sensations from Ashley's
body.
I opened my eyes as I felt a light touch on my balls. Ashley, began to
speed the pace up a bit. I saw Jane's arm disappear around Ashley's
body.
And my balls knew exactly where her tickling fingers had ended up. I
felt
Jane's soft lips pressing insistently against mine. Increasing the
sensations.
The two women working perfectly in concert, arousing me.

I groaned as the orgasm overwhelmed me. The sensations from the two
women.
Jane's soft fingers and Ashley's vagina sending my mind exploding in
light
and energy. Ashley continued to move herself thrusting her hips as I
climaxed. 
Until I was completely spent inside of her.

I whispered. "Enough." And Ashley slowly extracted herself from me as
I lay vulnerable and unable to move under the two women's gazes.

Finally I rolled over onto my side and reached for my clothes. As I
slipped
them on, Ashley, kneeling beside Jane whimpered.

I looked at her quizzically as I pulled my shirt on.

"M-m-master?"

This surprised me. From Ashley. I hadn't told her to call me master. I
really
hadn't told her anything. I saw Jane whispering in her ear. Probably
Jane's
idea.

"Yes?"

"A poor slave girl needs attention."

That almost made me hard again. But damned if I wasn't tired. I saw Jane
smiling wickedly at me. She was pretty proud of herself. What I couldn't
believe was that Ashley was actually saying this.

"What kind of attention, slave?" I actually had to force myself to say
'slave'.
Force myself into the role playing. Hard to concentrate after such a
mind
blowing orgasm.

"P-please, I'm so hot. I need ..."

"Yes?"

"Please. I can't say it."

"What? Out with it."

"Please. I need to climax."

"Okay if Lisa does it for you? I'm a little tired."

Ashley went a little white, but recovered quickly and nodded. She
probably
realized that this was her only hope of getting what she wanted. I sat
down on a mall bench and motioned to Jane to bring Lisa over. Lisa
resisted
a bit, but Jane just picked up the crop off the floor beside the sobbing
Evelyn and Lisa walked over to Ashley. Ashley was already laying back
on the floor.

Lisa crying managed to choke out, "Ash, how can you do this to me?"

Ashley just closed her eyes.

I answered for her. "Ashley didn't do this to you Lisa. I did. I'm
making
you do this. Not her. Okay?"

Jane gently pressed on Lisa's shoulders and she resignedly fell to her
knees. She gave me a forlorn look, asking silently not to make her do
this
again. When she saw no mercy forthcoming, she quietly ducked her head
to Ashley. Ashley, being a lot more sexually excited, made a much more
willing partner than Evelyn had. Lisa practically only had to breathe
on Ashley's clitoris before the woman began falling over the edge.
Ashley
tensed and cried out. Almost screaming. As it completed, she managed to
push Lisa's head away from her pussy and began to sob.

I let the woman cry on the floor while the others just looked on
helplessly. After a few minutes, Ashley had cried herself out and
slowly sat up. She gave me an accusing look and remarked, "You are a
bastard."

"For what? Making you hot?"

"Yes." Her face burning. "I shouldn't be. You hurt me. You hurt my
friends.
You make us do all sorts of shit. And you get me hot? Bastard."

I was intrigued. This made absolutely no sense to me whatsoever. But
I'm a guy.
I'm sure it made a lot more sense to the female of the species. But I
suppose I was a bastard. And if it made her feel better or less guilty
or
whatever it was she needed, I was willing to let her rant. Ashley,
finally
spent, collapsed into Jane's arms. Jane, stuck with soothing yet another
one of my victims gave me a dirty look. I almost laughed as I stuck out
my tongue at her. Jane smiled but then turned her attention to the
girl in her arms.

I, mostly recovered now, walked over to where Jane and Ashley were on
the
floor. I bent down and gathered up Ashley into my arms and carried her,
still sobbing, to the bench. As I bent down to gather her up, I
whispered
some instructions to Jane, who, as soon as her arms were free of Ashley
began to gather up some rope from the pack.

She gently guided Lisa to a mall bench. Lisa protesting a bit as Jane
tied
her sitting on the bench. Legs apart. Back arched. Still handcuffed.

I tried to comfort the sobbing girl in my lap, but I suspect that her
orgasm had triggered some kind of emotional dam which let out all the
emotions from the rough afternoon. Jane had finished with Lisa and
had removed Evelyn's gag, to a lot of verbal abuse. Ashley finally ran
out of tears and began to softly hiccup. I could feel the girl falling
asleep. Sleep is all I could think of as well. It had been a pretty
full day. For everyone.

Jane padded over to me and gently guided Ashley, still hiccuping, away
from
me. She sat the unresisting girl on the floor with her back against the
mall railing. She deftly tied the poor girls arm's outstretched to the
railing
supports and then stood up.

I wandered about and double checked the knots. They seemed tight
enough. Jane
was pretty competent with rope and knew that I did spot checks of her
tying.
Jane gathered up the odds and ends. Ropes and handcuffs that we'd
strewn 
about the mall.

I checked Evelyn's bound form last. Her tear streaked face turned up
to mine
from her awkward position on the floor.

"Please don't leave us like this."

"Would you rather I stay?"

"Oh God. You are a bastard."

"I know." But I had to leave them like this if I wanted to come back for
Ashley. I concentrated and slowed time to a crawl for all three girls.
Time
would seem to pass normally for them. They could talk and cry. But their
time would move at a much slower rate relative to the rest of us. If I
was gone for weeks, it would only feel like a half day for them. The
wonders
of Time phase.

I looked up at Jane. Saw tears in her eyes, but she held her head up and
walked ahead of me back to the street above.





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