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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 
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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 68 - Time Out Of Time

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By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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The girl was still lying on the carpet quietly weeping. Her head
covered 
in bloody caesar and cum cradled in her arms. She sobbed, not realizing 
that the world had changed for her again. I could see her whole body 
shaking with her distress.

My running shoes were soundless on the carpet. I was right beside her 
prone figure before she realized that someone was there. She didn't
even 
look up.

"Please no more," she moaned.

I gently touched her shoulder. She raised her head and looked up at me. 
She screamed and scrabbled away across the carpet sideways like a crab. 
Fear radiant on her face. She moved away until she backed into a wall. 
She drew up her nyloned knees, hugged herself and just watched me out
of 
fearful eyes.

"Wh-who are you? H-he didn't give me to someone else again. Did he? 
Please don't hurt me? I have to clean up the carpet first. Please." Her 
breathing was really ragged. I wasn't surprised.

"I'm not going to hurt you."

"Wh-Who are you, then?" Her eyes darted to the frozen Mayer. "Wh-What 
happened? Wh-Why i-isn't he moving? Please."

"Is Sheila your name? Your real name?" It could have been a play name 
for all I knew. Though I was pretty sure that Gertrude had hollered for 
Sheila as I took her. At the time, I thought it was the cook.

She nodded.

"Sheila. I want you to calm down. Okay? I promise I won't hurt you."
The 
frightened girl just nodded. "I just want to talk to you for a minute. 
Okay?" She nodded again. "You'll talk to me? I'll stay over here if you 
like." Again she nodded.

"Do you mind if I sit over here?" I indicated the chair that Mayer had 
tortured her from. She shook her head and then looked down at herself 
and realized that her panties were still around her knees and her right 
breast was poking out from the flimsy uniform that she had on. She 
swallowed and used her gloved hands to pull back on her panties, 
returning them to her hips. Watching me out of the corner of her eye, 
she carefully and slowly tucked her breast back into the bodice of the 
uniform. Tears were still coursing down her dirty face. I recalled the 
beauty that was hiding under all that clamato and tears.

"Wh-who are you?" she finally asked me.

"I really don't know anymore."

She accepted that. "What have you done with him? How'd you get in here? 
Did he let you in?" She had indicated the semi-frozen Mayer with a
quick 
jerk of her head. She had tucked herself back up into a ball against
the 
wall. She was deeply afraid. I suspect of Mayer, but also of me. She 
thought that I was a friend of the judge.

"Sheila. I just stumbled in here. I swear it."

"But he keeps it locked when he's 'playing' or 'working'. I don't 
understand."

"Sheila. I'm not sure you can understand. But *I* froze him. The whole 
world is frozen except us." I stretched the truth a bit. Sheila would 
meet the rest of the girls eventually, but not now. Not until she was 
calmer.

She just shook her head.

"Sheila. Will you come over here? I won't hurt you."

She again shook her head. I could have forced her, but I was suspecting 
that she was in a very fragile state of mind at the moment. Frightened 
badly and in pain. I'm not sure I'd be overly cooperative after I'd
been 
beaten senseless and raped either. I decided to find out what the hell 
was going on before I began to assert myself.

"Okay. That's fine. Will you talk to me?"

"I guess," she mumbled.

"What is going on here? I saw that little display out here from the 
closet. He was knocking you around a lot."

She glanced at the frozen Mayer and pressed her lips together. Her eyes 
began to brim with tears again. She hugged her knees and rocked herself.

"Sheila. Listen to me. Are you here willingly? Do you enjoy this 
treatment?" I had to know whether I was dealing with consentual, albeit 
really rough, sex or abuse and rape here. I would have put money on 
abuse and rape.

Sheila slowly looked up at me. Her eyes blazing. "You think that I like 
being treating this way?" Anger was beginning to creep into her voice. 
"You think I like being kicked around?"

"Sheila. Please. Calm down. I don't think anything. Honestly. You have 
to understand I just watched some bizarre stuff, and I know some people 
like abuse. B&D. S&M. That sort of thing. I just want to know if that 
was the case here. It matters on how I'm going to treat this guy when I 
unfreeze him."

"You're going to unfreeze him?"

"Eventually. But he can't hear us now. And I won't be telling him 
anything that we talk about. I swear it."

"Oh God. Please don't unfreeze him. Are you a cop?" Hopeful.

I shook my head. Her face registered confusion. "He can't hear us?"

"No."

"Oh God. No. I hate him. I'm not here because I like it. I swear it."

"Then what the hell is going on?"

"You'll help me?"

"Sheila. This is a very weird situation. I'm not sure what your 
definition of help is. But you have to tell me what is going on. Will 
you let me show you something?"

"What?" Suspicious.

I got up out of the chair and walked to the window. I opened the 
curtains and Sheila squinted in the sudden brightness. I walked away 
from the window and sat back down. A safe distance away.

"Go to the window. Look out."

Sheila glanced at Mayer. Still frozen. Glanced at me. I was doing my 
best to be non-threatening. She slowly got to her feet. Wincing. 
Probably at the pain in her side. She kicked off her remaining shoe and 
padded in her stockings to the window. She looked out.

"What am I supposed to see?"

I could see some of the tree tops from the chair if I twisted around a 
bit.

"Look at the trees."

"Yeah. So?"

"Are they moving?"

"No. So what? There isn't any wind."

"Actually there is." I concentrated on the trees. Gave them a time 
bubble. They suddenly jumped to life. The breeze moving branches and 
leaves. I released the time bubbles and the trees stopped again. "I 
controlled that. Same way that I control the judge here."

She turned around and looked at me.

"Sheila. This is going to be really hard for you to comprehend. Okay? 
But we are the only two people up and about on the planet. So in a way, 
yes, I'm going to free you from this bozo here."

"Oh thank god," she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sheila. What is the situation here? I swear I won't tell anyone."

She sank back to the floor. Hugging her knees again. Shoeless. I
watched 
a war fight itself inside her head. Not sure what her internal daemons 
were but I could imagine that they weren't much fun. Finally she licked 
her lips, making a decision.

"That son-of-a-bitch blackmailed me. Three years ago." It sounded like 
she'd wanted to tell someone this a long time and it came tumbling out 
of her mouth like water flowing down a mountain. "He actually was a 
judge back then. He's retired now. Anyway, my stupid brother got nailed 
for armed robbery. Guilty as sin. I knew it. Judge knew it. But he was 
only a kid. I knew the judge's wife. Gertrude. Through the church. I 
begged her to try and get Evan to go easy on my brother. She agreed to 
try. She'd known Robby since he was a kid as well. I get a call from
the 
judge the next day telling me that it would cost him his bench if he 
messed with the court and that he couldn't do it. I begged. I promised 
him anything. I just didn't know that anything was this." She spread
her 
arms out, indicating the room. "I couldn't see my brother going to
jail. 
He couldn't handle it. Finally the judge relented. And true to his word 
my brother walked. Kept out of trouble too." Tears were beginning to 
roll down her face. Tracing through the grime.

"The next week I get a call from the judge politely inviting me into a 
new position. A maid in his household. Obviously, I tried everything
not 
to do this. It would mean giving up a very good job at IBM. Finally I 
convinced him that I'd help part-time. And I did. It was a bit
degrading 
to do the housework for them, especially since they didn't pay me. But 
Gertrude was kind to me and seemed to appreciate the help. Finally he 
demanded that I quit my other job to become a full time maid. He swore 
that he was a couple months from retirement anyway, and that he'd
squeal 
on the deal and that my brother would get retried. Not having any
choice 
I quit and became the full time maid around here. The first couple of 
weeks it was alright. But then one night I found him standing in my 
room. Telling me that I still had to work off the debt. At first it was 
just sex. Then the kinky stuff about three months ago. Christ. Videos. 
Snapshots. I couldn't get away if I tried. He threatened to send it to 
my *parents* and friends. I didn't even know what was in this room
until 
three months ago. At first he just got off tying me up. Then the
bondage 
got tighter. And longer. And then he. He. Began to h-hit me. Nowhere it 
would show. But it was for nothing. For nothing. I didn't do anything
to 
deserve this. Oh God. It hurts. I hate him."

At this point she just broke down crying. Her gloved hands pressing 
against her side. Sobbing.

I sat back in the chair, unsure what to do. I hated him too. This was 
real life. Real time. Sheila was going to have to live with this for
the 
rest of her life. I couldn't do a thing about that. I mentally made a 
note that when I did restart the world to ensure that this asshole got 
caught somehow. An anonymous tip or something. For now though I could 
make things a little righter. At least in this timeline. I didn't fail 
to see the irony. Here I was fully planning on making her a slave as 
well. I'd already abused women beyond comprehension. Especially Jane. 
And I hurt them. Perhaps I really wasn't much better than this prick. 
Difference was I knew that the girls would never remember. This guy was 
doing this as a hobby in real time. Sheila would never forget him. I
had 
to tell Sheila the truth about me though. Otherwise things were going
to 
go off track quickly.

"Sheila? Sweetheart?" She looked up at me with bleary eyes. "Will you 
stay here a moment? Not move? I'll be right back. I swear it."

She nodded. To be safe I narrowed her time bubble and she slipped into
a 
time phase with Mayer. She wouldn't be in the same time phase with him 
long enough to interact.

I used the key and left the door open. I slowly made my way downstairs 
glancing through the rooms. Amy was relaxing in the front room. Eyes 
closed. Cuffed hands lying on her bare stomach. Headphones on. Bare
body 
slowly moving to some unheard music. Listening to something slow on the 
stereo. Elizabeth looked up from her book as I entered the library. A 
Tale of Two Cities. I raised my eyebrows and she just smiled. Turning 
pages two handed, forced by the cuffs. Like a child.

I glanced around and spotted Christi lounging in a leather chair. 
Holding a Stephen King paperback.

"Christi?" She looked up.

"Break over?"

"Kind of. I've got a really strange situation here and I need your
help. 
And Jane's. Know where she is?"

"Dining room, I think. What's happening?" She could tell that something 
was unusual by my tone. This wasn't a call to torment her again. 
Instinctively she just knew. She was serious, not her usual sarcastic 
self.

"I'll explain it to both of you. Don't want say this twice."

Christi rose from the chair, her robe twirling around her. She placed 
the book down on the chair to hold her place.

"Whatcha reading?"

"Talisman. Same one that you let me read when you took Jane. Remember?"

"I don't remember. Any good?" I didn't think that I had even asked what 
she was reading when I left her alone in the bookstore. Not important.

"Amazing. What's up?"

We arrived in the dining room. At first I didn't see Jane. Then Christi 
pointed with her bound hands. Jane was stretched out like a cat in the 
bay window. Her robe open. Letting the morning sun beat down on her
bare 
body. Fast asleep. My kitten.

I wandered over to her. Shame to wake her. But I really needed her. I 
gently shook her. She mumbled something.

"Urg. Not yet, Mom. Too early for school."

I just shook her again. This time her eyes fluttered open and she 
sighed.

"You've come to torment me again. Haven't you?"

"Nope. But I need your help. Okay?"

"What can I do for you?"

I sat backward on one of the dining room chairs. Jane simply sat up on 
her perch and Christi stood barefoot on the carpet.

"This is a very weird situation. Even I can't believe this one. I'm 
going to give you the short version. Our host, at least the male side
of 
it, is a former judge." The girls nodded. "Problem is. He's worse than 
me. In real time." Jane and Christi both had looks of confusion on
their 
face.

"I found a locked room upstairs. Our host likes to play with women. 
Rougher even than I do. And he doesn't control time so this woman is 
going to remember all of it."

Jane piped up. "What does he do? Kill them?" She was being flippant.

I glared at her. She hadn't seen the display I had.

"Shush. The maid here has been abused by this guy for at least three 
months."

Christi went pale as the implications sunk in. She at least knew that 
she'd forget about this place as if it never happened. "What did he do 
to her?" she whispered.

"I just watched him put her through the wringer. Stuff I wouldn't even 
dream of doing to you unless you really really pissed me off. And even 
then I'd think twice about it. And even if I did do it to you, you 
wouldn't be traumatized for life from it. You won't remember it when
you 
go back."

The girls just nodded together.

Jane spoke up. "What are you going to do?"

"When I restart the world, I'll take care of it in real time. For now, 
there isn't much I can do."

Christi looked up at me. A strange glow graced her eyes. She softly 
remarked, "You could let me and this girl at him for a while."

I nodded. "Actually, that's exactly what I had in mind. But, my problem 
now is that I need you two to explain our situation to this girl. I 
really don't want to frighten or hurt her any more than she already is. 
On the other hand I want her while we stay here. But I'm afraid that a 
less subtle approach might end up with her in hysterics and completely 
unmanageable. She knows that I can freeze things, but she isn't in the 
frame of mind to understand. She's hurt."

Jane looked at me shrewdly. "So you want us to help you snag yet
another 
victim?"

I nodded.

"What's in it for us?"

"I don't whip your breasts until you pass out. Plus, as a bonus, you 
don't revoke on your deal to do anything for me."

"That sounds fair." Jane shuddered and paled a little. "This guy did 
worse than whip her breasts? Glad I'm not *his* captive."

"If you're not careful I might give you to him." I was only joking with 
her. "Wrists."

The girls obediently raised their wrists. I removed the cuffs from them 
and they stood rubbing them idly. I held out my hands. "Robes."

The girls gave me a hurt look, but shrugged out of them and handed them 
to me. Glorious in their nakedness.

Jane braved the question. "Why?"

"I just thought it would be better if you were naked when you talked to 
her. If you are good, I'll let you have them back later. Okay?"

The girls nodded. I crooked my finger and the bare women followed me up 
the stairs. Jane yawned.

I took them to the room and their eyes widened as they saw the red 
stains. Probably thinking it was blood. I didn't doubt that this 
character was into blood play. However the stains weren't blood and I 
told the girls so.

"Calm down. It isn't blood. Just a spilled drink. That's her in the 
corner." Sheila was still huddled in the corner. Semi-frozen. "Do
either 
one of you know first aid?"

Christi piped up. "A little."

"Good. I don't know what went on before I arrived, but while I was 
watching he kicked her in the side twice, once in the stomach. While
she 
was bound. He slapped her hard enough to make her fall. In the face.
I'm 
surprised she wasn't spitting teeth. Or knocked out. Okay? He orally 
raped her as well. She's been through a lot. I've talked to her. She's 
pretty calm, though you may surprise her. I think she needs another 
woman to talk to. You think you two can do it?"

Christi took a deep breath. "God. I hope so. You're right. This guy is
a 
real animal. I wouldn't put him in the same category with you. Brutal."

"Can you check her ribs? She'll have bruises like you wouldn't believe 
on her left side. I just want to make sure that she didn't crack a rib 
or something."

"I'll try. You're serious. He kicked her that hard? And we didn't hear 
it?"

"I don't know why he kicked her that hard nor why you didn't hear it. 
Maybe the room is soundproofed or something. She was gagged when he 
kicked her. She couldn't make a lot of noise anyway. I should have 
stopped it earlier." I felt guilty as hell that I'd let her suffer 
through that.

I wandered back and sat back in the chair. Turned it to face the 
huddling frozen girl. I sent Christi and Jane in the hall out of sight.

I unfroze her. To her it would have just looked like my chair had 
twisted a bit suddenly.

"Sheila?" I asked softly. I leaned forward on my knees towards her. She 
turned back to the sound on my voice. "I lied to you a bit. There are 
other people around. I want you to meet a couple. Okay?"

"Like this?" She looked down at herself. "Please no."

"Believe me. You won't be uncomfortable around them." I raised my voice 
a bit. "Christi? Jane?"

The two nude beauties walked slowly into the room. Sheila's eyes 
widened. Frightened again. Christi couldn't help herself any longer.
She 
advanced quickly on her bare feet. Fairly running across the room. 
Grimacing as she stepped across the wet carpet. Christi dropped to her 
knees beside the shuddering girl and gathered her into her arms. Sheila 
just melted against Christi slowly crying and rocking. Really needing 
the comfort. Christi's eyes brimmed as well. Whether in sympathy with 
the girl, or just at the situation in general, I don't know. The girls 
stayed like that for a while. Just comforting each other. Jane had 
slipped to her bare knees beside them. Just silently lending her female 
presence and support. It seemed like enough. I watched as Christi 
whispered comfort to the girl and softly kissed her hair. Closing her 
eyes. Not believing what some women had to go through. Christi was 
getting the clamato and other fluids smeared over her bare body as
well. 
Just from holding the crying girl. Christi didn't appear to even notice 
or mind.

I walked over to Jane and drew her away from the other two. I whispered 
in her ear. "Listen. I think you two can do better without me around. 
That okay?"

Jane turned her head and whispered back. "We'll do what we can. God. 
She's a mess."

"Let her use the main bathroom. First door after the stairs. You and 
Christi can use it as well. You might need it." I glanced at Christi's 
smeared body.

"Give us some time. She's really hurt."

"I know."

"You won't consider letting her go?"

I shook my head.

Resigned Jane nodded. "We'll get her ready. But she's going to need 
sleep and no abuse until after she sleeps or you won't be able to keep 
her. I don't believe I'm helping you. You're such a bastard."

I stroked Jane's hair and kissed the top of her head. "I know."





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