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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 62 - Time Out Of Time ]

By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

I was tired. The other girls were tired. Elizabeth had been somewhat 
overwhelmed by the mall experience. Christi had had a long day. And Amy 
just needed some rest after her long ordeal. Amy and Elizabeth hadn't 
gotten enough sleep the previous night anyway.

I had to decide what to do with the women before falling asleep. 
Thankfully I wasn't nearly as tired as I had been over the last couple 
of days. Maybe my body and mind was getting used to the stresses of
time 
control.

I motioned Christi to her feet. She rose and walked over to where I was 
standing. She held up her wrists when asked and I removed the cuffs
from 
her. She pleaded with her eyes as I reached forward and slipped the
robe 
from her shoulders. Not having done anything to deserve what she felt 
was punishment. But she knew better than to complain. I touched her arm 
in reassurance, and she blushed. Blushed because she was completely 
uncovered again, I guess. But I wasn't angry. There was no punishment 
here. I just wanted the girls bare for the sleep period. The other two 
were already that way.

I picked up Christi's wrist and put the handcuffs on her again. She 
whined a bit, but accepted the restraints. I motioned for the other two 
to rise, which they did. I moved Elizabeth's hands behind her back. 
Again, a hurt look. She didn't think that she deserved to be handcuffed 
behind her back. I touched her arm to reassure her, but she was a
little 
cranky or preoccupied. Just turning her head away. Understandable.

I spoke to the girls.

"Elizabeth, if you behave, I'm going to let you sleep on the couch. 
Okay? And Amy? I'm afraid you've earned a place on the floor. Christi. 
Bedroom floor for you tonight. Jane deserves the bed. For tonight."

Elizabeth spoke first. "Please. I'll sleep on the floor if you'll let 
Amy sleep on the couch. Look at her." Glancing at the bare girl's red 
and angry breasts. "Please. She's uncomfortable enough without having
to 
sleep on the floor."

Amy was about to say something but I cut her off. "Elizabeth. You are a 
noble soul. I'll give you that. But Amy's behaviour today doesn't 
warrant comfort for sleep. Don't you think?"

Amy just numbly nodded and Elizabeth just swallowed. The girls were 
protective of one another. I doubt if Amy would have accepted the sofa 
anyway.

I motioned Amy to the floor and she sank to her knees on the carpet.
She 
used her bound hands to help lower herself to her side. I crouched 
beside her.

"Amy?" She looked up at me. The tears from her punishment still hadn't 
quite stopped. "Do you think that you deserve to be hog-tied for your 
sleep."

She stared at me, tears brimming in her eyes. "Please. Master. A slave 
begs that she isn't forced to sleep in a hog-tie again. Please. My tits 
hurt so much." Envisioning her breasts pressed against the floor. Her 
muscles cramping from a night in a hog-tie.

"But do you deserve it?"

"I. This slave. Please. I suppose."

"So you'd be happy if I just tied your ankles and knees? And not
connect 
them to your hands? Let you sleep on your side?"

"A slave would be grateful. Please. You don't need to tie her up at 
all."

"I know. But you have to realize that your behaviour this morning was 
not acceptable."

"This slave knows." She brought her legs close together. Offering her 
ankles to me to tie together. I wrapped her slender ankles in rope. 
Trying to make sure that her circulation wasn't being impeded. Did the 
same above her knees. She shouldn't be that uncomfortable for the
night. 
Better than a strict hog-tie anyway. I decided to give her a break and 
retrieved a throw pillow. Tucking it up under her head. Allowing her 
some comfort despite the other bondage. She smiled a bit. Whispering 
"Thank-you", as I rose to take care of Elizabeth.

Elizabeth had already moved to the sofa. Stretching herself out. Lying 
back on her bound hands. I rummaged for a pair of ankle restraints. 
Wrapped the steel around her left ankle and attached it to the leg of 
the sofa. No complaints from bound nude girl.

I rose and motioned for Christi to join me. Together we walked to the 
hallway to the bedroom. As we entered the hallway, I switched off the 
light for Elizabeth and Amy. I heard Elizabeth cry out softly. As I was 
turning to move back to the bedroom, I heard a tentative voice from the 
sofa.

"M-Master?"

"Wait here," I whispered to Christi. Pressing her shoulders, having her 
sink to her knees.

I stumbled through the dark room and crouched by the sofa.

"What is it Elizabeth?"

"Oh God. I can't."

"You dragged me away from my bed, which incidentally I'm looking
forward 
to. You better be able to. Whatever it is."

"Oh God. Here goes," she whispered. "I can't believe I'm doing this. 
Please. You remember in the mall? When I offered you something?"

I wasn't sure if she was referring to taking Jane's place, or what? It 
didn't make sense. "I remember some things. Elizabeth, I'm tired. What 
is it?"

"Oh God. I offered myself. To you. For better treatment?"

"Yes ..."

"What if I told you that it wasn't entirely for you?"

"Huh?" Dense male that I am.

"Oh God. You are going to make me ask. Aren't you?" I was just getting 
more confused by the second. Maybe my mind was foggy. I was tired. Or 
maybe I'm just a dumb male. "What if I told you that I'm available 
without the need for better treatment?"

"I know that." Still not quite understanding where she was going with 
this. I could take advantage of them without rhyme, reason, or deals. 
That was the beauty of having sex slaves. They had very little to offer 
me that I couldn't just take.

"Oh God. I can't. Please. I ... need ... you. Please."

The light dawned on me. She was trying, in her own subtle way, to ask
me 
for relief. Sex. She was turned on and I was a complete idiot. I
touched 
her shoulder, feeling the heat of her body. She squirmed against her 
restraints. Her body shaking. Perhaps crying a bit in the dark.

I rose quietly and walked back to Christi. She was still obediently 
kneeling in the hallway waiting for me. I crouched down and took her 
face in my hands. I whispered to her.

"Christi. I've got ... ahhh ... something to discuss with Elizabeth for 
a moment. Okay? Can you take care of yourself? Find a comfortable place 
in the bedroom?"

Christi just looked at me. A hint of jealousy resurfacing in her eyes.

"Can I take a shower before I go to sleep? I've been dying for one
since 
you left. But I wasn't sure if I'd be punished if I just took one 
without permission." I hadn't let any of the girls shower before bed 
tonight. Intending to have them shower first thing in the morning.

"Christi, you can take one in the morning with the others. Okay?"

Tears formed in her eyes, but she just nodded.

"Can I clean up then? Wash my face? Brush my teeth? Please?"

I nodded to her and she nearly jumped to her bare feet. Padding down to 
the bathroom without another word. I just shook my head and rose from 
the crouch. I walked quietly back to Elizabeth. Dropping down beside 
her. Oblivious that Amy could probably hear us.

"What's up, Elizabeth?"

"Oh God. Please. Don't."

"Come on. Doesn't make sense."

"Do you think that guys are the only ones to have urges?"

"I guess not. But I didn't think that you females were as anxious for 
sex."

"I wouldn't be if you'd leave me unchained for a while. I can take care 
of myself, you know."

"Now that I'd like to see."

"Oh God."

"Relax. I'm just talking to you. I'm not going to make you do anything 
you don't want to do. Not now. Not tonight. I'm far too tired."

"It's. It's just that. Oh God. Think about it. I've been naked and tied 
up for days. You've made me watch the most erotic damn shows that I've 
ever seen. And that is surprising. I've seen tons of porns. And you 
haven't given me any opportunity for release. I'm not sure that I like 
it. But I can't help it. I'm horny. There. I've said it. If you don't 
want to, just untie my hands for a half hour. Please. I'll let you tie 
me up again afterwards. I swear it. Where am I going to go?" She
rattled 
the chain holding her ankle. "I just want relief. Honest. Please? I'll 
do whatever you want."

"How do you want it?"

"Huh?" Her turn to be confused.

"What do you want? You want intercourse? Or do you just want to orgasm? 
Manually? What were you thinking about?"

"I have a choice?"

"Yup. Too tired to think. Too tired to impose my wants on you. Don't
get 
used to it."

"Oh God. You remember. You made me. Oh God. You made me s-suck that 
guy?"

"Uh-huh."

"I don't believe I'm doing this. I can't get the picture out of my
mind. 
Me on my knees. Doing that to you. God. I never realized that it could 
feel so good for the girl too."

Well. Now I was very interested. "Interesting."

"Oh God. Then after you come in my mouth, I swallow it and you do it 
back to me. You don't even have to untie me." She'd obviously thought 
about this. She was horny. And I hadn't even known. Like I said; dense.

I lifted her feet and guided her to her knees. She adjusted herself as 
best she could with her hands still bound behind her. I stood and
pulled 
off my clothes in the dark. I lowered myself onto the sofa in front of 
her kneeling body. Her silhouette just becoming visible.

She moaned a bit as she engulfed me with her soft warm mouth. I guided 
her, hands resting lightly on her bobbing head. Her tongue doing 
wonderful things. Her moans emerging around the penis in her mouth. 
Feeling wonderful. After the day, and the erotic shows I'd
orchestrated, 
this felt unbelievably good. I had to slow her down. Adjusting her 
rhythm. Slowing down my unavoidable climax. Scenes flashing through my 
mind. Amy punished. Kimberly tormented. Jane climaxing so unwillingly. 
Jane humiliated with her family. The nude and handcuffed girl, so eager 
to have me in her mouth. Working. Lightly sucking. Her teeth lightly 
grazing my sensitive flesh. Head bobbing. I could feel the tension 
rising in my body. Gripping her hair. Making her cry out around me. 
Forcing her head down. Gasping for breath as I exploded into her. 
Muscles tensing. Relaxing. Pumping into her. Feeling her frantically 
swallowing. The orgasm seemed to last forever, but was probably only 
fifteen seconds. I released her hair. Letting her off me. Felt her 
breath on me. Felt her tongue. Still licking at me. Cleaning me.

I touched her face. Tracing her lips. Still finding wetness there. 
Probably what she wasn't able to swallow fast enough. Feeling her
tongue 
trace over my fingers. I touched her arm, her rising to her feet. 
Sitting back on the sofa.

I guided her legs apart. Willingly, she spread her legs. I crawled up 
between them. Feeling her tense. Probably thought I was heading for 
intercourse. But I stopped well short of that. Merely lying between her 
legs. Feeling her heat. Lightly stroking her breasts. Her hard, erect 
nipples. Lightly pinching. Her gasping. Breathing erratically.

I leaned back. Teasing her. Running my fingers along her lips. Tracing 
her vulva. She squirmed at the touch. Wanting more. Begging quietly for 
more. Trying to press herself into my fingers. Crying softly. Pulling
at 
the chains that held her. Frustrated. Wanting to touch herself. But 
couldn't.

Finally I slipped a finger between her lips. Her body almost went
rigid. 
Tensing. Finally letting her breath out. Softly calling out. "Master.
Oh 
God. Master."

I slipped a finger inside her. Two. She pressed down. Trying to get
them 
deeper into herself. Crying out. Wanting more. I traced her breast 
again. She was lost in the sensations. Not caring if Amy, or Christi 
heard anymore. Not caring about anything except the maddening tease 
going on between her legs. Finally, leaving my fingers inserted into 
her, I lowered myself to her. Searching out her erect clitoris with my 
tongue. Gently licking and sucking at her. Tasting her. Working my 
fingers slowly back and forth. She pressing herself down onto my face. 
Crying out. It didn't take long; she was more than ready. I felt her 
gather in her breath. One last press. One last flick of my tongue
across 
her. She exploded. Screaming. Her body spasming. I felt her internal 
muscles pressing on my fingers. Milking them. Her orgasm nearly threw
me 
off her.

After she seemed done, I slipped my fingers from her. She gasped at the 
sensations. Her body still twitching a bit.

I moved away from her. Raising her leg back up onto the sofa. Turning 
her gently on her side. I kissed her on the mouth. Feeling her tongue 
gently touch my lips. Tasting herself.

She whispered to me, "Thank you. I know you could have used this
against 
me. Tormented me with my own body. But you didn't. Thank you. Maybe you 
aren't so much of a bastard after all." She pulled again at the 
handcuffs holding her wrists.

I smiled. Hard to punish a woman to whom you've just made love. Even if 
she had just practically called me a bastard.

"Sleep well."

"I will now."

I crouched down to Amy.

"You okay?"

She mumbled. Half asleep. "How the hell is a girl supposed to sleep
with 
all that racket going on?"

"I see you're fine. Sleep well."

"Right." But I suspect that she was almost back to sleep as she made
the 
sarcastic comment.

I gathered up my clothes. Listening to the girls. Both of them
breathing 
regularly. Hard to tell in the dark, but I could swear that they were 
both fast asleep already.





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