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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. 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.

I'd like to thank Rowan for her excellent feedback and commentary on
the 
story thus far. She's now putting her talents into proof-reading the 
story, and for this I'm appreciative. Hopefully, this will help keep
the 
story lines lively, interesting and entertaining.

If you are still with me, read on and please enjoy.

- crimson


[ Chapter 60 - Time Out Of Time ]

By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

I walked slowly in the direction that Jane had run. My running shoes 
making far less noise than her bare feet had made. I could sense her 
presence. Or rather the presence of her time shift. It was difficult to 
detect at all, but I knew that she wasn't very far. I was expecting her 
to be outside. As I approached the far end of the mall, I heard soft 
crying.

I wormed my way through the frozen people, following the soft sounds. I 
finally found her. Curled up near the entrance to a store. Curled up in 
a ball. Her knees to her chest. Just rocking herself. And quietly 
weeping. Not really caring that she was naked in the middle of a mall. 
She had removed the nipple clamps and they were lying on the floor at 
her toes.

She looked up as I approached. Miserable. Knowing that she was probably 
in a lot more trouble than she ever thought possible. Agonizing
trouble. 
Tears running down her face. Scared. She looked down as our eyes met. 
She murmured something that I couldn't quite make out.

I sat down near her on the floor. She glanced up but couldn't keep 
looking at me. I was actually expecting more of an Amy response. 
Indignation. Anger. However, she managed to choke out between her sobs. 
"Please. Master. Th-this slave doesn't know what happened. Please. She 
doesn't even know how she got here."

"Honey. You ran."

"Oh God. P-please don't punish me. My legs."

I reached forward and gathered the crying woman into my arms. Stroked 
her hair. Whispered to her until she calmed herself. Finally, she 
managed to control herself and looked into my face.

"What happened?" she asked me.

"I was about to ask you the same question."

"Oh God. I don't know. All I remember is you coming over to torture me 
more, and then I was here. Crying. Please. I don't remember anything 
else. I swear it. I wouldn't. I wouldn't run. I know better than that. 
Why did you let me?"

"Jane, darling. I was coming over to comfort you. I pushed you too hard 
and you were upset. I touched your shoulder and you went berserk. My 
shoulder got vibrated and then you were off and running. Pell mell down 
here." I smiled at her kindly. Not wanting to panic her.

"Oh God," her face registered the enormity of what she'd done. Run. And 
perhaps the memory of her throwing the vibrator at me was returning. 
"Th-this slave is so sorry. She. She didn't mean it. Please. My legs 
hurt so much. I don't. She doesn't need to be punished. Oh God please." 
Her arms wound around me and she buried her face in my chest. Sobbing 
again. Thinking that she was going to get punished for her actions. 
Afraid. I couldn't blame her. Especially after the Amy incident.

"I'm not going to punish you. It was my fault."

"It-it was?" she was incredulous through the tears.

"It was. I pushed you much too far. You're only human. And you tried so 
hard. You didn't hurt me with that thing and you just needed to run. I 
understand. Don't think that you'll always get away with it, but this 
time it was my fault. No punishment required."

"Oh God. I'm. Th-this slave is still sorry. And she is so grateful."
She 
buried her head in my chest again and I just held the weeping girl
until 
she calmed down again.

"What happened?"

She was confused. "I. This sl-slave told you."

"No. I mean, what set this off? Why?"

"I don't really know. I. She doesn't remember." I just waited. She 
shifted herself in my arms. "Please. I. Th-this slave was. Please. My 
father. He hasn't seen me .. her nude s-since she was five. And you
made 
me ... her touch my - herself. H-have sex. Oh God. I can't do this."

She was beginning to have trouble with the slave talk. I couldn't blame 
her. I don't think I'd ever seen her quite this upset. Even when I took 
her.

"Janey. Slave talk. Don't try. It's alright."

"Oh God. Thank you. I. I'm not sure what happened. I was hurting. Look 
at my legs." She held up one of her slim legs. Red angry marks were 
still evident across her calves. I hadn't realized that I had hit her 
that hard. Maybe it was a sensitive area? It's not as though I've ever 
been hit there. "I guess I wasn't thinking straight. I thought that you 
were going to make me do something else. Torture me. Hit me more. I. I 
just couldn't handle it anymore. I guess I threw what I had at you and 
ran. I don't remember it." She'd fallen into quietly crying again.

I just rocked her bare body for a while until she stopped again. I felt 
her body tense and then relax. She was looking up at me. Indecision on 
her face. Fright.

I spoke soothingly to her. She was like a rabbit. Needing comfort now. 
"What is it?"

"Please. I can't."

"You know better than that. What is on your mind?"

"How do you always know?"

"You can't hide much like that." Meaning her body language was 
accentuated when she was nude.

"A couple of things? Promise not to get mad?"

"What have you done?"

"Nothing." She responded quickly. "It's just that. Th-this slave ran 
away. And she knows that this is the worst thing she could do, other 
than trying to hurt her master. Oh yeah, she tried that too ..." I 
nodded. "Please. Will this affect you letting Mom and Dad and Elaine
go? 
She didn't mean it. You can punish her later. She knows she was a bad 
girl."

All this girl wanted in the whole world was for me to release her 
family. Even after all the abuse I had heaped on her this afternoon.
She 
would take more if it meant the family being released.

"Jane. Don't worry about it. I haven't let them go yet, but I have 
Elizabeth untying them right now. Is that all?"

"Oh God. I can't."

"What else?"

"Please. Th-this slave is confused."

"What's the matter?"

"You. You completely humiliated me. Forced me to m-masturbate in front 
of my father. You made me have sex with my mother. I was forced to
break 
nearly every taboo ever taught to me. I had a damn vibrator in me. And 
you were whipping me. And I wanted more. I felt like a slut. Enjoying 
the pain. The sex. My pussy is still tingling. I'm still fucking wet. 
It's not right. I feel so dirty. Why do you make me do these things?
I'm 
sitting here half hoping that you'll hit me again, so I can feel the 
tingling. My body hates me. I swear it." The tears began to form again, 
but she somehow willed them away. She'd been in tears a lot today. I 
don't know where her small body came up with the moisture for them.
"Why 
do I feel like this? Why?"

"Jane." I held her shaking body close. "I don't know. And I wish I did. 
I wish I had answers for you. All I know is that you are going to
forget 
about all this. You might discover these things on your own one day. Or 
maybe not. But if you are feeling them now, you probably will too on
the 
prime timeline. Some lover is going to want to tie you up one day. For 
fun. And you are going to enjoy it. Either way, it's alright to feel 
this way. Personally, I suspect that it is normal. But I have no idea 
why you feel that way. Why your body reacts as it does. Just if you do 
discover it in the real world, make sure that you don't find an asshole 
like me to sleep with."

She just cried a bit more and then I felt her squirm a bit. Wanting out 
of my arms. I let her.

"Thanks for talking to me again. I. I don't know what the hell is wrong 
with me." From her knees.

"I'm what's wrong with you Jane. You are in a really weird situation 
that I'm not about to let you out of. You are a strong girl, and you
are 
adjusting a lot better than I had ever imagined. You did well today."

"Well enough for a present?"

I thought about it. Her face had brightened with the thought of 
anything. Any reward. They didn't have much. But it wouldn't be much of 
a present if she knew about it. Would it?

"Isn't sending your family back a gift enough?" I teased her.

Her face fell a bit. "A slave shouldn't expect presents. Please, I'll
be 
happy if you send my parents back. Please."

I helped her to her feet. She winced a bit as her weight pressed down
on 
her bare, sore soles, but she didn't complain. We walked carefully and 
slowly towards the other end of the mall.

About halfway back to her parents, I stopped Jane. I guided her into a 
store. Her eyes questioning me.

"Pick out something nice. Something I'd approve of."

Jane glanced around the lingerie shop. Her eyes widening.

"For me? You are going to let me wear something?"

"Consider it a present. You can wear it for now. You were good today. 
Despite your little unapproved marathon."

She actually let out a little laugh and moved quickly through the
store. 
Running her fingers over satin and silk. Trying to determine what I'd 
want her to wear. Knowing that to pick something too conventional would 
probably mean not getting to wear anything. I'm not sure I've ever seen 
a woman as anxious to wear lingerie.

She quickly made some choices and showed me.

"I can't tell. Put them on." She wandered towards the change rooms out 
of habit. I stopped her by calling her name. "You don't need a change 
room."

"Oh God. I keep forgetting."

I watched as she slipped on some sheer black stockings. A lacy garter 
belt. A very tight black lace bra and a pair of high cut panties over 
the stockings and belt. She looked gorgeous, although she looked 
wonderful nude as well.

"Just need a pair of high heels and you'd look like a playboy model." I 
was kidding about the shoes. No shoes for her. At least not yet.

She blushed. Knowing what she looked like. And not caring. Her body,
her 
sexual parts were somewhat hidden. She reached up and kissed me.

"I don't hate you anymore."

"I know. Come on silly."

She pranced out on her stockinged feet, almost wanting to see her
family 
again.

When we arrived, Elizabeth and Dave were quietly talking. Elaine and 
Dora were just quietly resting. Jane's eyes widened at the sight of her 
family. I guess still getting used to the fact that they were nude and 
she wasn't. She stopped as I touched her arm. I could see her body 
quivering. Wanting to run to her family.

Then they saw her. I saw her mother sigh. Probably glad that I'd
allowed 
her clothing. No matter how skimpy. Her father, a quick look of lust, 
and then he fought that away. Jane did look ravishing in the lingerie. 
Elizabeth, an open look of jealousy. She probably couldn't believe that 
instead of punishing the girl, I'd dressed her. Albeit in lingerie. 
Master's prerogative.

I whispered to Jane. "I'm going to return them now. You want to say 
good-bye?"

Without having to be told again, she rushed forward. Practically
leaping 
into her father's arms. Whispering urgently. Telling him that she'd be 
alright.

Slowly walking over and embracing her nude sister and mother. Quietly 
whispering to them as well. Meanwhile, I released Elizabeth from her 
bench. Pulling her off to the side letting Jane have a moment with her 
folks.

There were tears in her eyes as she walked over to Elizabeth and I. 
Wanting them off this timeline and not wanting them to go. Knowing that 
she'd miss them. But that they'd be safe. She nodded to me and turned 
around to watch.

The family tensed as they felt the time flow adjust around their
bodies. 
As the three of us watched, Dave popped off the bench and
rematerialized 
bored in the women's clothing store. I heard Dora gasp as she saw what 
happened. Dora disappeared next. Back into the change room. I heard
Jane 
whisper to herself, "Good-bye Elaine." And Elaine shimmered out of
sight 
to reappear, blissfully unaware of her antics, back in the store. Fully 
clothed. Looking through dresses.

Elizabeth scampered forward and collected up the various restraints. 
Bits of rope. Handcuffs. Left the broken vibrator on the floor. Placed 
everything in the pack and approached us, pack in hand. Jane just stood 
and stared at her freed family.

There were still tears brimming in Jane's eyes as we turned and walked 
away. She took one look back, let out a wrenching sob, but turned
around 
and allowed me to guide her outside.





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