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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 74 - Time Out Of Time

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By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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Elizabeth's eyes widened as Amy and I walked into the kitchen. Amy was 
holding Autumn, still sleeping in her arms. I considered how best to 
proceed.

"Amy?" I addressed the nude girl softly. "Why don't you wait out by the 
stairs with Autumn. I'll call you when I need you. Try not to wake her."

Amy nodded and padded back out to the foyer, her bare feet whispering
on 
the tile.

Elizabeth was looking up at me from her chair. "Please. You don't have 
to do any of this. Please let me out."

"Elizabeth, darling. This is just pure play time. I'm going to have
some 
fun with you and Karen here. If you behave and obey, then you don't
have 
to experience any punishment. After that, we go back to the house and 
you can do whatever you like. Honest."

"But the kid. How can you possibly justify that? It will kill her." 
Meaning Karen.

"It will frighten her. I have no intention of hurting the child. I'm
not 
a complete monster."

"I can't make you change your mind? Can I?"

"You have no idea what an appealing picture you present. Naked and tied 
to that chair."

She squirmed. "Please. I'm uncomfortable. I'll do whatever you want 
without the ropes. I swear it."

"You'd torture this new mother?"

Elizabeth swallowed. "How?"

"You'd whip her breasts? Threaten her child?"

"Oh God. Leave me in the ropes. Please."

"Alright. I'm going to unfreeze Karen. It would be a really bad thing
to 
wake up the baby. Let's see if we can keep her quiet. Okay?"

I concentrated and released the bare kneeling woman from her time 
prison. She snapped to life. Her eyes immediately taking in Elizabeth. 
Her eyes widened. Fear and confusion. Whatever she was planning on 
saying died on her lips.

She finally spoke from her knees. "Wh-what happened?" To her it would 
have looked like Elizabeth just appeared, nude and bound to the chair. 
Quite disconcerting I would imagine. "Are you some sort of magician? 
David Copperfield or something?"

Elizabeth spoke up from her chair. "Karen? That's your name, isn't it? 
Karen?" The naked woman on the tile just mutely nodded. She looked like 
she was fascinated that Elizabeth could even talk. That she wasn't some 
kind of pretty doll. "You have to listen to me, Karen. This guy. He's 
dangerous. He is sort of a magician. Christ, he sometimes can even tell 
what you are thinking. You have to listen to him. Do what he says. 
Karen. Honey. You are going to think you've gone to hell. Believe me. 
He's going to ask you to do things that no sane woman would do. Please. 
No matter how insane it sounds. You have to do it. You couldn't imagine 
what he's capable of. He'll hurt you. Badly. But please. You have to 
just do it. Trust me. It will end. He'll let you go. Your daughter too. 
Just try and remember that. Whatever he makes you do. Can you do that 
Karen?"

Karen spoke softly from the floor to Elizabeth. "Please. My daughter."

Elizabeth spoke from her bonds. "Karen. Honey. You have to do what he 
says. He's a monster. Please. He will hurt you and your daughter if you 
don't do what he says."

Karen mutely nodded. "I'll do whatever he wants. I swear. Please. Can I 
see my daughter? Please?"

I finally spoke up. "Karen. Dear. I am going to let you see your 
daughter. But I don't want any funny business. She'll be fine if you 
behave."

"Oh God. Please. I'll do whatever you want. You can hurt me. You can 
even rape me. I don't care. Just don't hurt Autumn. Oh God." The tears 
began to run down her face again. Pitifully sobbing. I watched as 
Elizabeth cringed, afraid of what I was going to make this woman do for 
me. I really believed that Karen would do anything to protect her 
daughter.

"Amy? Come here a moment." I raised my voice slightly so the girl out
by 
the stairs could hear me.

I watched as Karen's face registered confusion through her tears. Not 
realizing that there was yet another woman in the house with us.

I turned to the entrance of the kitchen as Amy walked gingerly through. 
She was cradling the infant against her bare breast. Trying her best
not 
to wake the child.

Karen closed her eyes as though she was in pain. Perhaps the sight of 
Amy, a stranger, nude, cradling her child caused her distress. Not 
having the control of the situation to protect her daughter.

Without permission, the nude woman rose to her bare feet and
practically 
ran across the kitchen. Whispering her daughter's name. She reached for 
the sleeping child which was so unaware of the drama taking place
around 
it.

Amy looked at me, seeking permission to let Karen hold her child. I 
nodded and Amy carefully passed the sleeping girl to her nude mother. 
Karen was openly weeping now. Her tears tracking down her cheeks.
Nearly 
sobbing at the unfairness of it all. Having to seek someone's
permission 
to hold her own child. Whispering that it would be all right.
Convincing 
herself. Not understanding.

I walked over to the women. I carefully stroked Karen's long hair and 
she shuddered at the touch.

"Karen? You have to let her go. It's best for her. Okay?"

"Please don't do this?" she implored me. "You don't have to do this.
You 
can just go. Leave me and Autumn. I swear. You can take whatever we 
have. I won't report it. I swear to God. I won't."

I actually believed her. If I left her and her daughter alone and took 
everything from her. She'd be happy. She actually wouldn't call it in. 
She wouldn't try and report it. Not that it would do her any good. But 
her intention was there. Her entire world was pressed against her
chest. 
Quietly sleeping.

"Karen. I swear. If you do what you are told, I won't let any harm come 
to Autumn. She'll be fine. And if you behave yourself, you'll be fine
as 
well."

"What do you want?" she asked me with trepidation in her voice.

"Right now? I need you to give Autumn back to Amy. That's all. We can't 
have our fun if you are holding her. And I really don't want to have to 
take her away from you. Might hurt the baby."

Karen gave her daughter one last soft hug and kissed the top of her 
head. She closed her eyes, tears still leaking from the corners. She 
carefully handed her child back to Amy who held the still sleeping
child 
to her breast.

"Please. Take care of her? While I can't? Please?" Karen pleaded with 
Amy.

Amy replied as kindly as she could. "I'll take care of her as though
she 
was my own. I swear it. She won't know any of this." Amy shot me a 
withering look. Hating me for doing this to this woman who didn't 
deserve this worry and pain.

"Karen? Go kneel over there. Okay?"

Through her tears, Karen managed to understand and walked slowly back
to 
the other side of the kitchen, slowly sinking to her bare knees on the 
tile. Her eyes never leaving the child.

I whispered in Amy's ear. "Put her back in the crib and come back here."

"What if she wakes up?" Amy hissed.

"She won't."

Amy nodded. Understanding that I would slow Autumn's time bubble to 
prevent her from knowing anything about this horror that her mother was 
about to go through. Amy turned carefully and headed back upstairs, 
still holding the infant to her.

I turned back to the mother who was quietly weeping on her knees on the 
tile, her eyes lowered.

"Karen?"

She just continued to cry. I let her for a few minutes. The woman was 
going to need to cry more than once.

Elizabeth spoke up from the chair after a few minutes. "M-Master? Can a 
girl speak?"

I turned to Elizabeth. "What is it?"

She paled a bit but continued. "Please. I know that it probably won't
do 
any good. But can I offer myself? I'll do whatever it is you want Karen 
to do. Let her go to her daughter. Please? I can't stand to watch this."

I walked over to the bound redhead and looked down at her. I bent and 
kissed her forehead. She let me. Hope shining in her eyes. Hope that
I'd 
finally let her take someone else's pain. That she could feel good
about 
herself; even if the agony that I inflicted on her was unbearable. 
Sometimes doing something, even something unpleasant, was preferable to 
seeing an innocent suffer.

"Elizabeth. Sweetheart. You know I can't let you do that."

I heard a soft voice from behind me. "Thank-you. God bless you for 
trying." It was Karen. Thanking Elizabeth for her chivalry. I pursed my 
lips and turned back to the woman on her knees. Her eyes had taken on a 
note of defiance. Elizabeth's brave offer seemingly bringing back 
Karen's spirit. Coaxing her to just endure this and get it over with.

She spoke to me from her knees. "Just do whatever it is you are going
to 
do to me. Let's get this over with."

As she spoke. Amy walked back into the kitchen. Karen's eyes watched
her 
enter. Hoping for some indication from the girl that her daughter was 
all right. Amy spoke to me softly. Karen could hear her from her 
position on the floor.

"Autumn is back in her crib. She was beginning to fuss a little in her 
sleep. She's going to be awake soon. But for now she's sleeping."

Karen spoke from the floor, entreating me. "Please. Have some 
compassion. Let me feed her, if she wakes. Please."

She wouldn't wake. But I turned slowly and looked at the woman on her 
knees. Tears forming in her eyes. Probably humiliated that she had had 
to beg to feed her daughter.

"I'll think about it. Depends on how cooperative you are."

She paled. But nodded. Anything to see her daughter again.

I concentrated fiercely. Locating Autumn's small bubble of time. I 
removed the bubble and she slipped back to the prime time line. She 
hadn't even been here. I staggered a bit. Manipulating time at any 
physical distance was far more difficult than close, line of sight, 
manipulation. It could be done, but it took a lot out of you.

Amy's eyes widened as she saw me stumble and she unconsciously reached 
out to catch me if I fell. But I regained my balance and forced the 
world to stop spinning. I recovered quickly and Amy took a step back as 
she realized that I was alright. I saw the look in her eyes. Just a
very 
fleeting flash of bravery. Wondering if she could somehow take
advantage 
of the brief moment of weakness. But any chance she had, was far gone. 
And she knew that.

The woman on the floor had no idea what had just happened. But I could 
see that Amy had a pretty good idea. I'd have to watch that.

"Wrists."

Amy, resigned, padded over and held her hands behind her back. Karen 
watched in fascination as I slipped the steel handcuffs around Amy's 
wrists. Karen watched as the bare girl just let me bind her. No 
complaints. No struggling. Just mute acceptance of her situation; that
I 
would bind her, no matter what she wanted.

I guided Amy to a chair on the other side of the table. Allowing her to 
sit for now. Her bound wrists lying easily around the back of the
chair. 
She was probably just thankful that I hadn't tied her into it, like I 
had Elizabeth.

I turned to Karen.

"Why are they bound like that?"

I was about to answer but Elizabeth spoke first. "Karen. You may as
well 
ask why we are nude. Why you are nude. Why he's going to hurt us. Why 
he's tormenting you and your daughter. He likes it. It gets him off 
humiliating, tormenting and embarrassing women. You get used to it
after 
a while. Being nude. You never get used to the pain, the bondage, the 
humiliation. But you learn to accept it."

"Oh God. Are you ever going to let me go? Please. You don't have to
hurt 
me." the frightened woman asked me. "I'll do whatever it is you want. I 
swear I will."

I looked at her again. Her small shaking naked body. "Karen. If you do 
exactly what I want, I'll let you go. I promise you." I fully intended 
to let her go. I had enough problems. Five women in my direct power. 
Granted most of them were a bit more accepting by now, but Sheila was
an 
unknown. And any of them would still do nearly anything if a chance to 
escape or incapacitate me presented itself. Last thing I needed was an 
unstable mother worried about her daughter. I didn't know for sure, but 
I suspected that this would be a very dangerous situation if I let down 
my guard. Or tried to keep her for any length of time. She'd value her 
daughter's safety far above her own, and I didn't have the strength or 
resources to bring along her daughter to keep my control over her. No.
I 
couldn't keep her. Luscious as she was.

"Please. What do you want? Me? Would giving you sex make you let me go? 
You want to rape me?"

I heard Elizabeth mutter behind me. "Never that easy, lady. Good try 
though."

"I told you I didn't want to rape you."

"It wouldn't be rape if I consented."

"You'd willingly give me sex?"

"If it would make you go away and get me my daughter back unharmed. I 
swear. I'd be good. The best you ever had."

I seriously doubted that. But I had to give her credit for trying. I 
answered her. "So. Let me get this straight. If I let you go. With your 
daughter. You'd be willing to have sex with me? Not because you 
particularly want to. But to save yourself and your daughter?" She 
nodded. Tears forming in her eyes. "Doesn't sound much like consent to 
me."

"But I'd let you have me."

"How?"

"Any way you want."

"You'd let me tie you up?"

"If you must."

"And you'd let me have anal sex with you while you're trussed up?"

She swallowed. Tears forming again. "Oh God. Please. I've never. I 
couldn't. It would hurt."

"Yes. It would hurt. A lot. Would you still consent?"

She gulped again. Tears actually running down her face now. She slowly 
nodded her head. Her bare body shaking in fear. Still on her knees.

"Please. W-wouldn't my vagi ... I mean cunt," she swallowed at her use 
of the word, "feel better?" She probably thought I wanted her to talk 
dirty to me. Degrade herself.

"I'm not going to rape you. I told you that already. I have two women 
right here that I could have sex with, anal or otherwise, if I wanted." 
Both Elizabeth and Amy paled at the suggestion of anal sex. But they 
kept quiet.

Karen began to protest, probably about the consent thing. "But ..."

I cut her off. "However, I do want you to crawl for me."

"Crawl?"

"You know. Hands and knees."

"Why?"

Elizabeth spoke again. "Karen. Honey. It's better than being raped. He 
just wants to see you humiliated. Please. Just do what he wants."

Karen flushed but obediently fell to her hands and knees.

"Where do you want me to crawl?"

"Just around the kitchen. I'll tell you when to stop."

She concentrated on controlling her breathing, and began to move on her 
hands and knees. Slowly moving her bare body in a small circle in the 
middle of her kitchen. I watched her. Her muscles straining at the 
unfamiliar motion. Her small bare breasts hanging beneath her, swaying 
slightly as she moved. Her thigh muscles moving her bare legs across
the 
tile. Quick flashes of her sparse pubic hair and the lips it concealed. 
After a few tight revolutions, I stopped her.

"Okay. Enough. Stay on your hands and knees. Look at me."

She raised her head, her hair falling around her tear streaked face.
Her 
eyes betraying fear, humiliation and hatred. I left her on her hands
and 
knees for a few minutes and just gazed at her. She was breathing a 
little hard from the exertion of the unfamiliar motion. She tossed her 
head, tossing her hair like a mane as she patiently waited for me to 
tell her what else to do.

"You ever been tied up before?"

"Please. You don't need to tie me up. I'll do whatever you want without 
ropes. I swear it."

I wasn't sure of that. "I know. But I like to see a woman restrained."

"Oh God."

"So. Have you ever been tied up?"

She thought about it, and she didn't lie. Good thing. I suspect in her 
state I could have told a lie pretty quick.

"When I was a kid."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Just the standard cowboys and Indians type stuff. I was a squaw 
or something. My neighbour was a cowgirl and I was tied up to a picnic 
bench for a while. Not tight. I could have gotten out if I wanted to.
We 
were kids."

"Anything else?"

"Oh God. In college. I tried it once."

"Tried what?"

"An old boyfriend wanted to tie me up. I let him."

"What happened."

"Must I?" I nodded and she hesitantly continued. "This guy just wanted 
to try it. He'd read about tying someone up being fun in bed. So I 
agreed to try it. He tied me down to the bed, spread-eagled with some 
scarves. He fucked me. And then untied me. It didn't do anything for
me. 
It was kind of boring actually. I broke up with him shortly after that."

"Nothing else?"

She shook her head; her hair tossed around with her movement.

"I'm going to tie you up."

"I know." She sounded resigned. "Are you going to rape me when I'm tied 
up. You can you know."

"I'm not going to rape you. Why do you keep offering? You want to be 
raped?"

"Oh God. Please no. Don't think that. Oh God. I. I just thought that 
you'd want that. And I just want to stop this. I just want you to
leave. 
Please." I understood. She was frightened. "How do you want me?"

I was confused. "Huh?"

"How do you want me tied up? Hand behind me? In front? Hands to feet?" 
She'd risen back to her knees. She used her hands to demonstrate where
I 
could tie them.

"I'm going to tie you to the ceiling."

"How?"

I pointed to a hanging plant which was hanging high off to the side of 
the kitchen. Her mind registered comprehension. She began to rise to
her 
bare feet. Just wanting to get this over with.

She held out her wrists. Palms together in front of her and waited. 
Surprised at her compliance, I wrapped the rope around her offered 
wrists and lashed them tightly together. She cringed a bit at the 
tightness of the rope, but didn't complain. I'd have to release her 
hands reasonably soon. That rope would cut off her circulation. Her 
hands were already a bit redder than her arms from the restricted 
circulation. But for now, she'd be fine.

I took down the plant and began to feed a rope through the hook. It 
didn't look particularly sturdy, but I suspected that it would hold
most 
of her weight before pulling out of the ceiling. She wasn't a 
particularly big girl.

As I turned around, I noticed something not quite right.






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