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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 61 - Time Out Of Time ]

By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

As we left the mall, I let Jane collapse on the sidewalk. She curled 
herself up again and just cried. Probably missing her family. I
couldn't 
blame the girl for crying, and motioned for Elizabeth to join me as I 
moved away to give the crying girl a bit of privacy.

Shortly, she stopped shaking and unsteadily rose to her stockinged
feet. 
Still sniffling, she padded over to where Elizabeth and I were waiting. 
Leaning against a compact car of some sort. A Civic, maybe.

She sank to her knees. Teary eyes quietly looking up at me.

"Thank-you." she whispered.

"For?"

"Letting me cry."

I just nodded at her. She ducked her head and let out one last sob. She 
raised her head again. I watched her battle to control her emotions.
She 
raised her wrists. Offering them to me.

I loosely slipped a pair of handcuffs around her slender wrists. Not 
tightening them into her skin, but tight enough that she couldn't slip 
her hands out of them. She sighed and dropped her hands into her lap.

Knowing what was coming, Elizabeth, beside me, did the same.

I helped Jane to her feet. Her face brightened a bit as she glanced
down 
at herself. No longer completely nude. Stockings. Bra. Panties. She 
wasn't covered much, but it was better than nothing. Better than
walking 
around nude as Elizabeth still was.

"Girls? I want you to walk on ahead. We're heading back to the hotel. 
Nice day for a walk, don't you think? Walk where you like. Grass, road. 
Whatever."

They just nodded. Elizabeth, probably shocked that I wasn't leashing 
them and forcing them into an uncomfortable stroll blurted, "What, no 
gags?"

"Don't tempt me girlie."

The two girls, knowing that they'd pushed their luck further than would 
normally be allowed scampered on ahead. Talking between themselves 
quietly. I matched their pace, but let them get fifty meters or so 
ahead. They glanced back occasionally, but stayed on course. Walking 
through the grass at the side of the road softer on their unprotected 
feet than asphalt. I just lost myself in thought and watched them as 
they walked ahead. One nude girl strolling along with one in tight 
lingerie through the grass. Quite a picture.

I didn't want to end this timeline. It was paradise. The girls
behaving. 
Having access to their beautiful bodies. No pressures. No stress. The 
complete feeling of freedom and control over the women. Knowing that I 
couldn't be caught. Finally being able to do these unspeakable 
pleasures. I was enjoying myself. Who wouldn't be?

But I knew it had to end eventually. I didn't have the strength to 
maintain this timeline forever. Nor would these girls be able to 
maintain the pace I'd set for them and still remain sane. Jane had 
really scared me today. I had pushed her far too hard. And timeline or 
no timeline, you could only push someone so far before they snapped. I 
was surprised that none of them had snapped yet. I guess Amy and Jane 
were the closest that I'd come to completely losing any of them. I 
really had to be more careful. Elizabeth was right. An insane or 
catatonic girl was absolutely no fun at all.

The girls had set a reasonably fast pace. We arrived back in at the 
hotel in about forty minutes or so. They were tired. Especially Jane. I 
could see it in her face. She was not going to be able to keep her eyes 
open for much longer. She was nearly asleep on her feet. It had been a 
long day especially for her. I was feeling tired myself, the activity 
and the maintenance of the timeline wearing me down a bit.

The girls trudged up the stairs ahead of me. Elizabeth leading. I was a 
bit apprehensive as we entered the suite. After all, I hadn't left 
Christi in significant bonds this time. I doubted it, but she could
have 
released Amy and been planning to jump me as we entered. I needn't have 
worried. As we entered the suite, Elizabeth and Jane both cringed as we 
heard an agonized screech from the bedroom.

"Ahhhhhhh. Oh God. Please. For the love of God. My nipples. Hurt. Oh my 
God. Please no more. He doesn't have to know. You could stop. Pretend 
that you were hitting me. You don't know what this is like. My legs. 
Argh. Please not another one. Oh God. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Christ. 
Christi. God. My tits. How can you do this to me? You must know how
much 
this hurts. You have tits too. Oh God. Please. I'll be good. I'll do 
anything you want. Just no more. Oh God."

Amy's hoarse voice cried out her pain. It would appear that Christi was 
still doing exactly what I'd told her to do.

Christi emerged from the hallway. Padding barefoot back into the living 
area. Her head bent. Tears falling down her face. Leaving Amy to cry to 
herself back in the bedroom. It took her a moment, but she noticed us 
standing just inside the entrance. She sank to her knees. Her robe 
opening. She crawled forward as best she could with the handcuffs and 
latched herself onto my thigh. Turning her head up towards me.

"Please. Master. Allow your slave to stop. I. She can't do this
anymore. 
Amy. Slave Amy. Has learned her lesson. Her breasts. Oh my God. I can't 
do this anymore. Please let me stop. It's too much even for me. Her
poor 
breasts. Please. I can't hit her anymore. She's in so much pain."

I gently took the crop from Christi's hands. The sobbing girl just 
stayed on her knees at my feet. I whispered to Jane and Elizabeth, "Go 
sit down. It's okay. I'll deal with this."

Jane and Elizabeth walked to the furniture. Elizabeth settling in the 
easy chair, nude. Jane reclining on the sofa, stretching out her 
sheathed legs. Stretching her toes. Probably glad to be off their feet.

I guided Christi to her feet. She unconsciously tried to wrap the 
beltless robe around her body, but finally gave up. She just stood in 
front of me letting it hang. Exposing one bare breast. Really erotic 
though she probably didn't think so.

We entered the bedroom. Amy was still in tears. Her bound body shaking. 
Pulling against the ropes that held her. Her breasts, poking through
the 
ruined sweater, were both an angry red. Her thighs also bore some
welts. 
Her nipples were a deep shade of red. Angry red welts covering them on
a 
variety of angles. Leaving Christi by the doorway, I walked over to Amy 
and touched her cheek. Her eyes were still closed.

"Please don't hit me again. It's not time. Please."

I leaned down and kissed her on the lips. This made her open her eyes 
and realize that Christi wasn't the one touching her. Her eyes opened 
wide. Afraid to say anything further. I let my lips drop down her bound 
body and gently kissed the tips of both bare breasts. She cried out 
softly at the touches to her aching mounds.

I sat down in front of her. Waiting.

"P-Please. Can a slave speak?" she whispered.

I nodded.

"Please. I. Th-this slave is so sorry. She promises that it will never 
happen again. Oh God. Please don't hit me anymore. It hurts so much."

"You are ready to behave then?"

She nodded.

"Sure you don't need to be gagged again?"

"Oh please. God. No. I'll do whatever you want. Gladly. Oh God. Please 
let me go. Please don't let her hit me anymore. My tits are on fire. 
I'll do anything. I'll never talk back again. You can rape me. I'll 
crawl. I'll do anything you want." Pulling against the ropes. Breathing 
ragged.

"What if I want to keep having Christi hit you for a while more?" I 
heard Christi moan from the doorway.

"Oh God. Okay."

That was enough for me. I began to undo the ropes holding her ankles 
together. I removed the knee ropes and the ropes holding her torso so 
firmly to the chair. Finally removing the toe cords and the ropes 
holding her wrists to the bottom of the chair. She sat quietly as she 
was released. Waiting for permission to get out of the chair. I removed 
the cuffs from her wrists last. Unconsciously, she pulled her hands in 
front of her and rubbed the circulation back into her hands. She 
carefully traced a particularly angry looking welt on her right bare 
thigh. Gasping at the pain.

"Amy?"

She looked up at me. Her vision a bit glazed, tears still falling down 
her face. To her credit she still hadn't tried to cradle her damaged 
breasts.

"On your feet."

She stepped out of the chair, which had been her prison and torture 
chamber for the last few hours. Without even being told, she hooked her 
fingers into her panties and slipped them down her legs. Grasping the 
sweater, she pulled it over her head, crying out in pain as it dragged 
across her breasts. She reached behind herself and released the bra 
clip, allowing the ruined garment to fall to the floor. I could see the 
effort in her face as she forced herself to stand still, dropping her 
hands to her sides. Determined to please me.

Again without being told, she slipped to her knees. Looking up at me.

"Please. Master. Can slave Amy please hold herself? Please? My tits. 
They hurt."

I was beginning to see that she had purposely restrained herself from 
cradling her own breasts, despite the pain. Hoping to please me by 
asking my permission. To show her subservience. To show that she'd 
learned her lesson. Trying her best to use the slave talk that Jane had 
taught her so long ago. And doing a passable job too.

I nodded. A bit surprised that she had thought of this on her own. But
I 
guess one thinks of ways to be pleasing after enduring the pain that
she 
had. As soon as I nodded, Amy raised her arms. Closing her eyes, trying 
to block out the pain as her hands explored her breasts. Cradling them. 
Trying to ease the pain inflicted by the crop. Crying out as even her 
own light touches burned her abused nipples.

I saw her look up at me. She was crying again. She managed to whisper, 
"Th-thank you for releasing me." She knew that the punishment could
have 
gone on indefinitely. Her screaming and in pain until she passed out.

I motioned Christi over. She walked over and crouched beside me. I 
whispered to her. "Get some cereal. Okay?" She nodded and walked from 
the room towards the kitchen. I sat on the bed, watching the crying and 
shaking girl on the floor in front of me.

Christi returned moments later with some cereal awash in milk between 
her bound hands. She looked at me questioningly. I motioned to her and 
she bent and placed the bowl on the floor in front of Amy.

Without any hesitation at all, the tormented girl fell to her hands and 
knees. Gasping as her sore breasts swung beneath her. She tentatively 
let her tongue snake out of her mouth and lapped at the food. She had
to 
be famished. This had all started because she wouldn't eat her 
breakfast. She began eating her food with a little more enthusiasm. 
Almost like a dog or cat. Spilling a fair bit, but managing to get some 
into herself. After she had licked the bowl clean, Christi bent to the 
still crying girl. Whispered something in her ear. She nodded and bent 
herself to eat the spilled cereal and milk from the floor. Cleaning up 
thoroughly with her tongue.

Quite a change from this morning/afternoon. But I guess having one's 
breasts tortured for the entire day would be fairly convincing. I had 
Christi get some ointment from the bathroom. Cuffing Amy's hands behind 
her and holding her to prevent the inevitable struggling, I had Christi 
apply some of the soothing gel to Amy's breasts. After the initial pain 
of anything touching the sensitive mounds, she began to moan as the gel 
settled in and soothed the burning skin. Christi had been careful with 
the crop. Still no broken skin. But those welts were going to be tender 
for days. But for the most part, Amy would be fine after a rest and a 
few hours of relief from the constant pain.

After the gel had been mostly absorbed by her red skin, I guided the
two 
girls to their bare feet and out into the living area. Amy was still 
quietly crying. But the intensity of the crying had diminished 
considerably.

Christi's eyes widened as she saw the lingerie gracing Jane's body. I 
suppose in her distress earlier, she probably hadn't noticed. Jane was 
quietly sleeping. Her breasts rising and falling with a regular rhythm. 
Elizabeth raised her chained hands to her lips and motioned for us to
be 
quiet.

I whispered to Christi and Amy. "Quietly, go kneel by Elizabeth." The 
two girls hurried to obey. I wandered over to the sofa. Looking at the 
sleeping girl's peaceful face. I gathered her up in my arms and lifted 
her gently. She didn't stir. I carefully carried the sleeping lady back 
to the bedroom.

Stretching her out on the bed, I carefully released her bound wrists. I 
began to undress her. Removing the constricting bra. Slipping the 
panties off her body. She stirred and mumbled something as I slipped
the 
stockings down her legs leaving her nude once again. She awakened with
a 
start as I slipped the handcuffs back onto her right wrist. Locking it 
to the bedpost. Probably the cold steel against her pale skin awakening 
her. She cried out softly.

"Shhhhh. It's okay. Go back to sleep."

"My clothes ..." she glanced down at her again bare body.

"I'll let you put them back on later. Sleep time."

Her fuzzy mind wasn't completely operational. "I don't mind. You are 
going to let me sleep in the bed? With only this?" She rattled the 
handcuff.

I had never allowed her to sleep in the bed. And normally I bound her
up 
tight to sleep. This time, she'd really been through a lot. I nodded. 
She wasn't going anywhere tonight. The handcuff would hold her.

"A slave girl thanks you." I looked at her a bit quizzically. "For the 
bed and for letting her parents go and for being lenient on her."

"Lenient?" I thought I had been pretty hard on her today. Especially 
with her parents, but also forcing her to confront her masochism again. 
I knew that these things bothered her.

"This slave knows that you could have made her do worse things than you 
did. She is grateful that you didn't. She knows that you should have 
punished her for lots of things today, but that you didn't. I. She
knows 
that she shouldn't have taken off the nipple clamps without permission. 
She knows that she shouldn't have run and she knows that she never 
should have thrown things at you. Thank you. You can still punish her, 
you know." A mischievous grin graced her mouth. She'd be all right, 
after all. To give her credit, I had never even mentioned her taking
off 
the nipple clamps without permission. At the time, I had other things
to 
worry about. Like a very very upset female.

I kissed the top of her head. "Good night, sweetheart. Sleep well. 
Pleasant dreams." I switched off the light.

She sighed and curled herself up on her side. Her cuffed wrist
extended, 
her head lying peacefully on her outstretched arm. On her side. Legs 
askew. In seconds she was breathing regularly again. Her eyes moving 
gently back and forth beneath the closed lids. Fallen back into a deep 
sleep. God knows what she was dreaming.

I watched her. Realizing that this was probably the way she normally 
slept, minus the handcuffs, of course and perhaps minus the nudity. But 
I would never have gotten the chance to see it if I'd bound her up
tight 
again.

I left the room quietly. Leaving her to her dreams.





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