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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

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Chapter 65 - Time Out Of Time

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By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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The girls scrambled to their feet and piled into the kitchen. Their 
noses telling them that breakfast was going to be better than cold 
cereal this morning.

I walked in a little more dignified to find the women pressed up around 
the table. Leaving plenty of room for me. My plate had cutlery beside 
it. The girls had plates. A big jug of syrup sat in the middle with a 
healthy plate of pancakes.

I sat down. The girls looked at the food anxiously.

"Smells good."

"Thanks." Christi replied. A smile playing on her lips. Knowing that
she 
was going to get to eat some of them today.

I picked up a couple of the pancakes with my fork and prepared them.
The 
girls watched me. Waiting for permission to eat, I suppose.

"What are you waiting for?" I asked them mischievously.

Jane got her fingers into the pile first. Pulling four pancakes from
the 
pile. The others playfully fought over the remaining pancakes. Jane 
waited quietly for me to finish with the syrup, then asked,

"Can us slaves be permitted syrup as well?"

"Of course." Though from their perspective, it was better to ask these 
things.

She reached forward and daintily poured some over her breakfast. I 
watched, fascinated, as she used her fingers to separate and eat small 
portions of the food. Very carefully. Trying not to spill sticky syrup 
on her bare body.

The other girls had the same problem. I almost completely forgot about 
my breakfast as I watched the women eating with their fingers. It was 
damn hard to ignore them, as they carefully licked their fingers clean 
from the sticky mess. Amy was completely oblivious to herself. No sign 
of trouble like we'd encountered yesterday at breakfast. The girls 
seemed happy, despite their challenges. They were excitedly talking 
amongst themselves. Laughing even. The perfect image of happy girls.

Finally, I tore my gaze from the women and I ate the pancakes in front 
of me. Very. Very. Good. It tasted like Christi had made the batch from 
scratch. Real pancakes. Delicious. Pancakes tended to fill me up, so I 
only ended up taking one second helping. They had disappeared before
the 
women had finished their first. Eating with your fingers slowed you
down 
a bit.

I sat back and watched the girls interact. Polishing off all the 
pancakes. They must have be ravenous. I really hadn't fed them enough 
over the days. But strangely enough, they hadn't complained about that. 
Probably had too many more pressing things to complain about. Like sore 
breasts. I marveled. These women. Complete strangers until four days 
ago. Laughing and talking like friends. Acting as though everything was 
normal. Everything normal about four complete strangers sitting around
a 
breakfast table, completely nude, and eating with their fingers. I 
watched as Amy even fed a piece to Jane. Jane licking Amy's fingers. 
Bemused, I sincerely hoped that this didn't deteriorate into a food 
fight. And god help them if I got hit. So, they'd need another shower. 
If they went that far, they were showering in a damn cold spray.

The girls behaved and finally finished. No food fight. Lucky for them. 
Amy and Elizabeth immediately rose to their feet and began to clear the 
table. Running the water for the dishes. I relaxed as Jane and Christi 
just watched as the other two naked women cleaned up the kitchen.

I wasn't quite sure what I wanted to do with them today. Amy was 
probably a bit too sore to be involved in any really rigorous 
activities. I could live with hurting her further. But it just didn't 
seem necessary. And Jane deserved some rest after the hell I'd put her 
through yesterday. I guess I'd have to make do with Elizabeth and 
Christi today. Or find something different to do.

Elizabeth and Amy finished washing the dishes and returned. They simply 
stood and waited. Knowing that with breakfast done, I would probably 
give them further orders.

"Girls? We're moving." I opted for different.

"What?" Almost all together. It was almost as though they had
considered 
Amy's hotel suite a sort of home. It was a fantastic suite, I had to 
admit. I idly wondered what Amy's father did for a living. To be able
to 
afford this place.

"I think we'd do better in a house. What do you think?"

Elizabeth was the one that spoke up. "But. We like it here. We're used 
to it."

I looked at her quizzically. "Does it really matter what you think? Or 
like?"

"No. I guess not."

"Okay. Gather up the toys. Make sure you forget nothing. You can have a 
vote on where we settle next. Okay?"

Elizabeth sighed. "Yes. Master." No sarcasm. Just defeat.

The girls all rose and began to hunt down discarded handcuffs.
Refilling 
the packs with bondage toys. Ropes. I watched as Jane recovered the 
crop. When she thought I wasn't looking, she closed her eyes and tapped 
it against her thigh. Feeling the pain settle into her flesh.

Amy, a look of dread on her face dropped the tongue clamp into a pack.

Jane wandered up. Yesterday's lingerie folded neatly in her arms.

"Please. Master. Can a slave take her clothing?"

I shrugged. We could always pick up more. But she seemed attached to 
this stuff. I nodded.

She scampered away. Tucking it into another pack. Finally, the girls 
lined up in front of me, as though for inspection. I rose and left them 
there making a quick tour of the suite. I couldn't see anything they
had 
missed. I picked up the two packs and handed one to Amy and the other
to 
Elizabeth. They grasped the packs in their fingers.

We trudged out of the hotel room for the last time. Amy looking back at 
her frozen father one last time, a tear forming in her eyes. She 
whispered, "Good-bye" and turned around.

Their mood brightened as the girls stepped out into the morning 
sunshine. Their bare feet touching the warm asphalt. Jane turned to me. 
Her bathrobe twirling around her body. Pulling at her bound hands and 
said, "Please. Master. Can a slave please walk in the grass again?"

"Sure. Knock yourself out."

She skipped away to tell the others. I walked a bit behind them. Their 
mood seemed to have focused back on finding new shelter instead of 
melancholy about leaving the suite. They talked quietly amongst 
themselves. I really couldn't hear much, but I definitely picked up the 
word "sex" a number of times. Amy shaking her head a lot. Girls would
be 
girls. I'd probably have to separate them to keep them quiet. I really 
didn't care, I let them talk.

Soon, we had walked out of the commercial core of the city back out to 
where there was a bit of residential housing. I began to watch for a 
decent place to make our new home base. The girls just enjoying the 
sunshine and the day. Not particularly uncomfortable. I only had them 
loosely handcuffed. More for visual effect than restraint.

Jane stopped up ahead. I caught up to the girls.

"That one." She pointed with her bound hands. I followed the line of
her 
arms. She had picked a large house. Almost a mansion. Gates and 
everything.

"That one?"

"Yeah."

"All of you happy with that?"

The other girls nodded. Probably had never even dreamed of being in a 
house like that.

"Let's see who's home then?" I opened the gate.

The girls followed.

The front door was unlocked. I opened that and stepped foot into this 
huge Victorian mansion. Enormous foyer.

"Stay here." I ordered the women. They obediently knelt on the foyer 
tiles and continued their conversation quietly.

I poked my head into the downstairs rooms. Library. Den. Large dining 
room. Entertaining room. Living room with a huge entertainment system. 
TV. Stereo. All empty. Until I hit the kitchen. An enormous place. 
Christi was going to like cooking in here. There was a cook. An elderly 
lady frozen while preparing something. Perhaps tea. I ignored her for 
now.

I wandered back to the foyer. The girls looked up from their knees 
expectantly.

"Okay. You can make yourselves comfortable. Don't go too far. Stay out 
of the kitchen. And wait until I come back down. Understand?"

The girls nodded in unison and began to climb to their feet. Anxious to 
start exploring their new home. I walked slowly upstairs. A feeling of 
dread permeated me. I have no idea why. It isn't as though there could 
possibly be any danger. I patted the gun that I'd shoved into the 
waistband of my jeans.

The upstairs consisted of a long hallway. Closed doors. Maybe five or 
six of them. I opened the first one I came to. A bathroom. And what a 
bathroom. It was the biggest bathroom I'd ever seen. Toilet. Bidet. 
Counter with two sinks. Huge mirror. Shower and tub that all four girls 
could fit in at the same time. Looked like a whirlpool tub. Magazine 
rack. Tons of space.

I closed the door. Next room looked like a guest room. Queen size bed. 
Empty.

Next room. Some kind of den. Or sewing room. It was hard to tell. But 
the decor looked masculine. A den but with a sewing machine. Strange.

The next room contained a huge four poster covered bed. Very Victorian. 
Flowery. Lacy. There was a prone woman sleeping in the bed. Older.
Fifty 
or so by my guess. I'd have to get rid of her. Huge mirror. Lush 
carpeting. After the hotel suite, the girls weren't going to bitch
about 
sleeping on *this* floor.

I wandered back out to the hall. The next room turned out to be a 
closet. Holding linens and towels.

The final door took me aback. It was locked.

I'm not really one for locked doors. I could have kicked it in, but I 
figured that lady in the bed would know where the key was. I had to 
unfreeze her eventually if I was going to sleep in that very
comfortable 
looking bed of hers.

I wandered back to the bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed and
unfroze 
the woman lying there. She just continued to sleep as though there 
wasn't a strange man in her room and nothing odd had happened.

I gently shook her. Without opening her eyes she mumbled, "Evan, five 
more minutes, 'kay?"

I shook her again. This time her eyes fluttered open. She screamed when 
she saw me. Gathering her nightgown around herself. Crawling up to the 
head of the bed and huddling there.

"Who the hell are you?" she whispered.

"Doesn't matter. Who are you?"

"Gertrude. Gertrude Mayer. What do y-you want? Money? It's in the safe 
downstairs. I'll open it for you," she babbled.

"I don't want money."

Her eyes betrayed her fear. Her mouth opened and she bellowed, 
"Sheila!!!"

I just looked at her. I assumed that she was yelling for the elderly 
lady in the kitchen.

"She can't hear you."

"Oh my God. What have you done to her?"

"Relax. I haven't done anything to her. She just can't hear you."

"I. I don't understand."

"Lady, you don't have to understand."

"Are you going to hurt me?"

"No. Just displace you for a while."

"Are you going to r-rape me?"

"No. Relax."

Her eyes showed her confusion. "What do you want?" she repeated.

"Gertrude. You know that locked room in your hall?"

It took a second to skip tracks. Completely confused. "Yes."

"Where's the key?"

"Th-that's my husband's room. I. I don't go in there. Why?"

"I don't like locked doors."

"I don't know where the key is."

"You realize that I can hurt you, right?" A bit of menace in my voice.

"Oh my God. You are going to torture me?"

"I have to be sure that you don't know where the key is."

"Please. All right. I'm not supposed to know. Please just let me go.
The 
key. I can show you where the spare key is. Please."

I nodded. She slipped off the bed. She looked over her shoulder at me. 
Judging whether she could make a run for it. She started towards the 
door and suddenly made a run for it. I wasn't too surprised. I just 
nonchalantly narrowed her time bubble. Trapping her in a slower time. I 
casually walked in front of her, between her and the door. I released 
her from the time constriction and she stumbled out of it, her timing 
off. I grabbed her by the nightgown and gave her a good hard slap
across 
the face.

She screamed in fright and in pain. To her it would have looked like
I'd 
just materialized in front of her. She was startled by the phenomenon 
and the slap stinging her cheek. She brought her hand up to her face, 
rubbing the red hand print. Her eyes tearing.

She fell to her knees. Begging. "Please. Oh God. Please don't hurt me.
I 
didn't mean. I'll do whatever it is you want. Just don't hurt me. Oh 
God."

I touched her shoulder. "Gertrude. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to slap you 
that hard." I did, but I was trying to calm the distraught woman. "Just 
show me where the key is, and I'll let you free. Okay?"

She nodded. Tears still running down her face. Fear in her eyes. She 
stumbled back to her feet. This time I kept her within arms reach. 
Letting her lead me to the den. She opened a drawer on the left hand 
side and fished around. She finally handed me an ornamental key.

"Please. I'm not supposed to know about this. I. I think he does his 
business in there. I haven't been allowed in that room in ten years. 
Please."

"Your husband will never know about this. At least not from me. 
Promise."

"Do you know Evan?" her eyes becoming shrewd.

I shook my head. The woman probably thought I was involved in Evan's 
business. And had come to check up on things. Or something. I idly 
wondered what I'd stumbled into here.






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