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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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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 70 - Time Out Of Time

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By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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Shortly after I'd finished eating, I suddenly heard the faint sound of 
water flowing. Sounded like the shower running as heard from a
basement. 
Like in an old house I used to live in.

I sighed and rose to my feet. I poked my head in on Elizabeth. She 
looked up from her book as I entered the library. She had finished her 
sandwich and there were only crumbs on the plate.

"Lunch good?"

"Mmm-hmmm. Wouldn't mind some more. And a drink."

"Do you deserve it?"

She blushed a little as she remembered who and where she was. "I don't 
know," she whispered. I ultimately controlled when, what and how much 
she ate.

I nodded. "Go on. Make Amy another as well. And get us all some milk."

"Milk?"

"Milk."

"But there's some pop in the fridge." She looked at me hopefully.

"Milk."

She nodded. Not wanting to push things. Calcium is good for the girls. 
And I quite enjoyed a cold glass of milk. Elizabeth rose to her feet
and 
pranced out of the library towards the kitchen.

In a few minutes she returned with a plate and a glass of milk in her 
bound hands. She placed them in front of me.

"Elizabeth?" She turned around. On her way out for another trip. "I 
didn't want another sandwich."

"Oh God. I'm sorry. Please. I just thought that you wanted one too. 
Please. You don't have to punish me. I'll eat it."

"That's alright, babe. Just leave an extra in the kitchen. Jane and 
Christi can fight over it."

Her face was a mask of relief that I hadn't punished her for the slip. 
Normally I probably would have.

"You wanted the milk, right?"

I nodded. Taking a sip. Cold milk. Ahh. I watched as Elizabeth made two 
more trips. Bringing Amy her second sandwich and then bringing herself
a 
glass of milk to go with her sandwich which I'd just slid across the 
table to be in front of her. I watched as she tasted it and grimaced.

"You don't drink milk?"

"Not in a long time. Can't stand the taste."

"It's good for you. And I want you to drink it."

"I will."

I rose as she took another sip. I downed the rest of my milk in one
long 
swallow. Elizabeth watched me with undisguised envy. Really wishing
that 
she liked the taste of the liquid as much as I.

"Behave yourselves down here. 'kay?"

"When don't we?"

I raised my eyebrows and she just lowered her eyes quickly and resumed 
reading.

Leaving Elizabeth in peace, I wandered back out to the main foyer and 
the staircase leading upstairs. As I walked slowly up the stairs I
could 
hear the shower more clearly. I could smell the clean odor of soap and 
steam as I approached the huge bathroom. The girls were talking softly 
in there. The door only half closed. It sounded as if all three were in 
the shower together.

There were two sets of wet reddish footprints on the white carpet of
the 
hallway. Bare feet. Heavier the closer to the business room they got; 
very faint by the bathroom at the other end of the hallway. I looked at 
them. Christi's and Sheila's feet, I was guessing. I was willing to bet 
that Jane had been careful to avoid stepping in the large red stain in 
the business room.

I entered the large bathroom without bothering to knock. These women no 
longer had anything to hide from me. As I suspected all three were in 
the shower. The doors were opaque but I could easily see the three 
female forms moving around. Washing each other. Enjoying the cleansing 
of the hot water.

I sat up on the counter and listened.

"God, he got you good, didn't he?" Christi's voice.

Sheila murmured something back. Something like, "Yeah, the fucking 
bastard." I heard Jane gasp and Sheila again spoke up. "It will fade in 
a couple of days."

A few seconds of silence.

"He keeps you naked all the time?" Sheila's musical voice drifted out
of 
the shower. It was hard to tell to which of the girls she was talking.

"Lately he's been letting me and Christi wear robes. But I wouldn't 
count on him letting you wear anything."

"Nudity is better than corsets and high heels any day. Trust me. You've 
been with him for days?"

"Yeah."

"Why haven't you attacked him?"

"Why didn't you attack Mayer?"

"I guess. Couldn't you escape?"

"Why didn't you run from Mayer?"

"Because of my brother."

"You can't escape this guy. Please Sheila, you have to listen to me.
You 
can't get away. I've watched it happen so many times. Me. Others. He 
just stops you in your tracks and holds a gun on you. Or worse your 
family. You always end up doing what he says. You wouldn't like what 
happens to you if you try to escape."

"He won't hurt me if I don't try to escape?"

I heard Jane sigh. "Sheila, honey, I can't guarantee that. He likes 
hurting girls. I don't know why. But he's not malicious about it, like 
that asshole in the other room. He wants to see something. You don't 
want to do it. Problem is, he can make you do it. And it is so much 
easier and less painful if you just do it the first time. Believe me.
He 
can be kind."

"W-will he rape me?"

"Hold still. I'm trying to get this goddamn clamato out of your hair. 
Hold still," Christi chastised the girl.

"I don't know, sweetheart," Jane answered Sheila's question. "He hasn't 
raped anyone. Never demanded sex. As far as I know. He hasn't raped me. 
And Christi has had sex with him, but I'm not sure you could count that 
as rape. Sometimes I've heard women offer sex to him to avoid
something. 
But he rarely takes them up on it. I've offered myself numerous times 
but he's never taken me." Jane conveniently left out the forced lesbian 
sex epidemic that was going around.

Sheila sighed at something.

Christi spoke up. "You okay?"

"Yeah. I'm okay. It's just a bit tender over there. I'm sorry."

Jane spoke to her. "Sheila, honey. You sure you understand? We really 
don't want to get into trouble if you decide to make life hard on this 
guy. We've been through it. Time and again."

"I'm okay with it. I've been a sex slave for the last three months 
already. Another few days aren't going to matter. And he did rescue me 
from that monster in the other room. If you two aren't completely off 
your rocker then I won't remember it anyway. And if you are wrong then 
he's going to get caught soon."

"God, don't we wish," from Jane wistfully.

"I'll behave for now," Sheila promised.

"He's going to tie you up, you know."

"That's okay. You should have seen some of the stuff that I've been 
through. One night the fucking bastard decided that I had to sleep 
suspended from the ceiling. Upside down. Yeah. I got a lot of sleep
that 
night. And he didn't even give a crap. Still had to be on duty at five. 
He took me down at 4:45, slapped me around to wake me up and then went 
back to bed. I'm used to ropes." I could almost hear the shudder in her 
voice.

Another long silence. Just the sounds of the girls washing themselves.

"He punished your breasts?" Sheila asked.

Jane answered her. "Yeah. I was dumb though. I disobeyed. He wouldn't 
have done it if I'd done what I was told." This wasn't entirely true. I 
would have found some excuse to punish Jane's breasts anyway. She 
probably knew it as well, but there really wasn't any sense in 
frightening the new girl.

"What happened?" I wondered which incident she was going to relate. I 
smiled to myself.

"He was tormenting another girl. Badly. And he'd just told me to sit
and 
watch. I got up and stopped him. He took it out on my breasts. But he 
was careful. No lasting marks. Just pure agony for a while. He didn't 
send me into some insanity if that's what you are worried about. It 
hurt. But it wasn't unbearable. I survived. I'll always survive."

So she picked the Kimberley incident. Or maybe the Amy incident. No,
the 
Amy incident had been when Jane hadn't whipped Amy when ordered. She 
hadn't stopped me from tormenting her. Different story. Must have been 
thinking of the Kimberley incident.

"Oh. Will he hit my breasts? God. I remember the first time that fucker 
hit my tits. Oh my God, I thought I was going to die. I thought I had 
died and gone to hell. That is what it's like. That fucker drew blood.
I 
couldn't wear a bra for a week. I could barely wear my uniform. I cried 
every night after that. He won't do that to me, will he?"

"I doubt it," Christine piped up. "He's pretty careful about going 
overboard. I accidentally drew blood when he made me whip another girl 
and he urged me to be careful. And though I've seen him leave marks,
the 
pain generally fades after an hour or so. Whatever he's done. No matter 
what a bastard he is. No matter how cruel he seems. He's never punched 
or kicked anyone as far as I know. And he doesn't leave any bruises
that 
we don't put on ourselves."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, if your breasts are being whipped and you are tied down, then 
you tend to ahhhh struggle a bit. Right? And the ropes can leave
bruises 
if you pull too hard. But you can't help it. Right? They're usually 
small bruises and they tend to fade quickly. At least on me. I don't 
think that he finds bruises particularly attractive on a girl."

"I see. God. If I had to be a slave, I'd take your master over mine any 
day."

"Me too," Christi piped up.

There was some movement in the tub/shower. The door opened letting out
a 
cloud of steam. Jane screeched as she stepped out of the shower, not 
expecting me just sitting there quietly on the counter.

Christi immediately called out. "What is it, Jane? You okay?"

Jane closed her eyes and tried to slow her breathing. "Fuck, you scared 
me."

"I'm sorry. I was just waiting for you slowpokes to vacate the shower."

"No. I'm sorry. I guess I'm still not used to having no privacy. God, 
you gave me a start. I had no idea you were in here." She looked at me 
shrewdly. "How much did you hear."

"I heard you taking cheap shots at me." Jane paled. "But then you 
defended me so it all evened out in the end."

Jane began breathing again and reached behind her to shut the shower 
door. I handed her a huge bath towel. She began to dry her hair. After 
she was done I motioned her out into the hall. Christi and Sheila had 
fallen silent after they realized I was in the bathroom with them.

The dripping girl followed me out into the hallway. Soaking the carpet 
with the water dripping from her naked body. She continued to towel off 
slowly.

"She okay?"

"Mentally, or physically?"

"Both."

"Mentally, she's strong. If she could survive some of the abuse I heard 
about, then she should be okay with your brand of abuse. She's getting 
better now that she's out from under Dickwad's thumb. Physically, she's 
a little worse off. He's raped her. A lot. And you were right, she 
bruised badly from those kicks. Christi suspects that she's got a 
cracked rib. But I think she'll be alright. The shower helped a lot. 
Since we scrubbed her, she has cheered up a lot. She's quite beautiful 
underneath all that crap he threw at her. She's got bruises all over. 
Her ass. Her back. Her boobs. Her face. Her arms. Legs. You name it. He 
got her there. And not lightly. I couldn't imagine what she went
through 
to get them all. But her body will mend itself. She should be a lot 
better if you just let her sleep for a good eight hours. You are going 
to get him back for this, aren't you?"

"I am. You want a shot at him?"

"Normally, you know I'm not a violent person. But if you were to order 
me to, say, give him a dose of his own medicine, I doubt if I'd risk my 
hide and say no." She gave me an evil grin. "You want us to give her 
anything to wear? She's going to want something." I shook my head. "I 
know. What use are clothes on a woman? I doubt if she's particularly
shy 
anymore anyway after what she's been through."

"Finish her up. Get her dried off and presentable. Don't bother with 
make up for her. I'm just going to put her to bed anyway. Meet me in
the 
next bedroom. The master bedroom. She'll know which one. Assure her
that 
I'm not planning on raping her."

Jane nodded curtly and turned on her bare heel. I was proud of her. 
She'd had the huge towel the whole time. She'd dried off and then
simply 
held it at her side. No attempt to wrap it around herself. It would
have 
covered her small body neck to toe. She disappeared into the bathroom 
and I heard her trying to coax the other two out of the shower before 
they turned into prunes.

I quickly made my way downstairs to the kitchen. I glanced in on the 
girls but they were engrossed in their activities. Elizabeth looked up 
from her classic and waved as I passed. Amy didn't even know I'd
checked 
on her. I assumed that AC/DC had her attention.

In the kitchen, I found four sandwiches sitting on plates sitting on
the 
kitchen table. Polly, the cook, still stood frozen by the counter 
forever pouring tea. I walked over to the refrigerator. Opening it, I 
discovered the largest and best stocked fridge I'd ever seen. I grabbed 
the milk and set it on the table beside the sandwiches. I had to browse 
through the cupboards to find glasses, and eventually found some. I 
suppose that I should have gotten Elizabeth to do this for me. After 
all, she'd already done this once. She wouldn't have had to search for 
things.

I quickly poured a tall glass of milk and returned the milk container
to 
the fridge. Picking up a sandwich and the milk, I turned and made my
way 
back upstairs. I detoured on my way up the stairs to pick up three
pairs 
of handcuffs from the equipment pack. I walked into the master bedroom 
and placed the food and the cuffs on the night stand. I lay back in the 
bed propped up on the pillows. This bed was far more comfortable than 
the hotel bed. I closed my eyes, faintly hearing sounds from the 
adjoining bathroom. Soft female voices. The occasional item hitting the 
counter.

I may have dozed for a second. I heard a soft throat clear and I opened 
my eyes and sat up. The girls had entered the room. They were standing 
just inside the door. Radiant. Christi and Jane were standing easily 
behind Sheila. They had brushed out their hair until it shone. Their 
face bore light makeup and their skin fairly shone. Their nails were 
painted a light peach colour. Fingers and toes. Sheila was standing in 
front of the other two. The blonde was stunning. Perfect figure. No 
attempt to cover her nudity. Even without the heavy make up her face
was 
like a china doll's. Except for the bruises. I let my eyes run over her 
exposed body. She flushed but made no attempt to cover herself with her 
hands. Her hands stayed limply at her sides.

I could see the beginnings of a really ugly purple bruise beginning to 
form on her left side. Just under her ribs. I could see fainter bruises 
on her upper arms. Her neck. Her thighs. Even her face and breasts. I 
was sure that she was in worse shape on her backside as well. Despite 
all the aches and pains that she was undoubtedly suffering, she still 
managed to stand straight and look stunning.

"Sheila, come here."

A look of fright crossed her features, but she took a deep breath. Jane 
whispered in her ear and she began to move slowly and daintily towards 
the bed. When she made it to the bedside, she slowly sank to her bare 
knees and lowered her head. Very submissive posture.

She spoke, "So you are my new master?"

"Shhh. In a minute. Okay?" I turned to the other two girls. "Jane? 
Christi? Come here."

They padded over, knowing instinctively that they didn't have to kneel 
like Sheila had. They were about to be dismissed.

"Wrists."

Jane began a soft protest but I cut her off with a glance. Her mouth 
snapped shut. As I was carefully placing the restraints back on their 
wrists, I spoke quietly to them. "You know this isn't a punishment. 
Seriously. I want to thank you two for helping Sheila. You did a great 
job. She needed you two. Are you hungry?"

The girls nodded. For some reason Christi and Jane were both fighting 
back tears. Not sure why. I'd have to ask them later.

"Elizabeth has made Club sandwiches downstairs in the kitchen. They're 
good. Pour yourselves some milk. There is a sandwich each plus an extra 
she made accidentally. Share the extra between you. You can go back to 
what you were doing before I so rudely pulled you away. Enjoy your 
lunch. I'll be down for you soon."

Christi looked at me, fear in her eyes. She spoke softly, "Sir? Can I 
speak?"

I nodded reassuringly to the frightened girl.

"Please. The milk."

"What about it. It's good for you."

"Oh God. I know. And I love it. But, please. It doesn't love me."

"Allergic?"

She nodded. Tears almost falling but she fought them back.

"Truly?"

"Yes sir."

"Alright. You can have water instead. That better?"

"Thank-you." I suspect that she was remembering the peanut butter 
incident where I'd forced her to eat it despite her intense dislike for 
it. But this was different. She was allergic to the stuff. I needed 
Christi sick like I needed a sudden flood. "One more thing?" she was 
feeling a little braver since I'd allowed her to drink water instead.

"What is it?"

"Please sir. Sheila. She. She's hurt enough for today. Please don't
hurt 
her. If you need to hurt someone, I'll take it for her. Okay?"

I nodded. I had no intention of hurting the girl kneeling on the
carpet. 
Christi was right, she'd had more than enough for the day. "Go on. Go 
eat."

Jane and Christi both turned and I heard them make their way slowly
down 
the hallway. Finally I could just sense the vibrations from their bare 
feet through the house as they descended to the first floor and to
their 
meals.

I turned back to the girl kneeling nude on the floor. She was shaking 
like a leaf. Tears brimming in her eyes, but not falling. She was 
looking up at me. I smiled at her, trying to put some warmth and 
kindness behind it. Unlike her former master.




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