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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 86 - Time Out Of Time

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By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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I slipped out of the shower leaving the two girls to finish cleaning 
themselves. They were laughing and splashing each other. I just shook 
my head and stepped out.

The mood in the outside bathroom was more somber. Elizabeth was 
standing near the counter, waiting for the hair drier. Her eyes 
downcast. Amy was running her hands through her own locks. The hair 
drier humming away. Her face looked almost grim in her mirror. It 
looked like she had cleared a patch of the mirror with the hair drier, 
the steam having disappeared from the glass in a big oval. Sheila 
glanced up at me from the other side of the washroom. Her hair dry and 
loose around her shoulders. She was gingerly mopping up the last of 
the moisture from her left leg and foot with a pink towel.

I caught Sheila's eye and she quickly looked away. A look of fright 
crossing her bruised face.

"Sheila?" I raised my voice over the hair drier. I touched Amy's 
shoulder. A look of fright crossed her face and she immediately 
switched the device off lowering the ambient decibel level. The only 
sounds were the splashing of the shower and the occasional giggle from 
the shower enclosure. I could see Christi and Jane moving as 
silhouettes behind the frosted glass. A lot happier than the girls out 
here. I idly wondered if there had been a disagreement out here while 
I was being washed and pleasured.

Amy ducked her head and shrugged off the robe. She lay it down on the 
counter. She immediately picked up a towel and began to dry my body. I 
had only meant the touch to make her stop the hair drier for a moment. 
But I enjoyed the girl's initiative. Even if she was sullen.

"Sheila?" I repeated. Her frightened face looked up from drying 
herself. She swallowed heavily and dropped her towel to the floor. 
Revealing herself to me. Thinking that I wanted to see her nudity.

"I'm sorry. Whatever I did. I'm sorry. Please don't hit me."

"Sheila. Honey. You didn't do anything. I'm not going to hit you. Why 
do you think you did something?"

"I. I just don't know all your rules yet. I don't know." Her eyes 
brimmed with tears. She was shaking. I wasn't following this at all. 
They had been happy before.

Amy had managed to dry most of the moisture from my skin. I picked up 
the bathrobe and slipped it on, letting the terrycloth soak up the 
rest of the water from my skin.

"Knees. All of you."

Elizabeth scampered over to Sheila. Amy was already on her knees 
beside me. Sheila and Elizabeth sank to the floor. Confusion and 
fright still mirrored on their faces.

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing Master," Sheila replied.

"If I don't find out what is the matter with you three, I am going to 
punish you all. I'm serious here."

The three girls exchanged glances. Finally Sheila spoke. I was 
surprised that she was the one to speak and not Amy or Elizabeth.

"Sir? Please. Why did you slap Jane? She was doing what you wanted. 
She didn't deserve punishment."

Now I was beginning to understand. They'd noticed what was going on in 
the shower. They thought I had punished Jane with some slaps. And they 
couldn't understand. They probably saw the silhouette of us in the 
shower. They could see Jane on her knees. See me. It didn't take a 
genius to figure out what she was doing. And the shower and hair dryer 
would have masked both Jane and Christi's voices, but probably not the 
sharp slaps. Or Jane's final scream. After what had happened to Sheila 
with Evan, I imagine that all the girls were going to be sensitive to 
face slapping for a while.

I knelt down with them on the floor. "Sheila. Honey. I slapped her but 
it wasn't a punishment." I traced my finger gently down her face 
across her bruise. She flinched but didn't back away. Problem was I 
didn't want to explain what had really taken place in there. That Jane 
had wanted it. I continued. "I didn't really hurt her. I would never 
hit anyone enough to cause this." Meaning the bruise I was tracing. 
"You know that I enjoy a bit of pain in my women. I was just 
indulging. Honest. She's used to it. I didn't hit her hard. I doubt if 
she even minded. Ask her."

Sheila's lower lip quivered as she struggled not to cry.

I spoke to her gently again. "Ask her."

"You hit her because you enjoy it. She didn't mind? And she's not 
going to be bruised?" Sheila sounded really doubtful.

"You know that I enjoy it. But I wouldn't go this far. It's not 
necessary. Ask the others. Elizabeth? Have I ever hurt you for no 
reason?"

"All the time."

"Ever seriously? Physically?"

"N-no. I don't think you've ever bruised me."

"Amy?"

"You hurt me worse when I disobeyed. But no bruises. Unless you count 
what I did to myself trying to get free of restraints. Ropes."

"Sheila. Baby. I'm not denying it. I do hurt them simply because I 
enjoy it. I know that it's unfair. But I've never hurt them so that 
they were in agony for days. Like you are."

"Are. Are you going to hurt me as well?" Sheila asked in a quavering 
voice.

I nodded. The tears finally broke free and crawled down her cheeks.

"I won't ever hurt you this much though. No matter how much you 
disobey. It won't last. I promise." She pulled in her breath and 
managed to stop crying. "Ask Jane. See if she's still hurt."

Sheila closed her eyes and rose to her bare feet. She walked over to 
the shower, knelt back down and opened the door just enough to stick 
her head through.

"Hey! Close that door. That's cold. Oh, Sheila. I'm sorry. What can I 
do for you?" It was Jane's soft voice from under the spray. I could 
see Sheila hesitate. Jane's bright demeanor telling pretty much all of 
it. But she continued anyway.

"Jane? Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course, honey. What's up?" I watched Jane's silhouette as it 
crossed the frosted glass. Christi changed positions with her, 
allowing the spray to soak her again. I thought I heard Christi sigh.

I strained to hear Sheila's soft voice.

"He just hit you. Didn't he?"

"Oh honey. Yes. You saw that?" Sheila's blonde head just nodded. "Oh 
God. I didn't think you'd seen that. I'm sorry."

"Did he h-hurt you?"

"It hurt. But, honey, it's alright. I can't explain it."

"Does it still hurt?"

"No. I'm fine. He didn't really hurt me. Just for the moment. See?" 
Jane must have turned her cheek towards Sheila. "No marks." I was sure 
that Jane leaned forward and kissed Sheila's forehead. "Don't worry 
your pretty little head. I'm fine. I know what you are thinking. He 
won't hurt you until you can take it. It's not as though he doesn't 
have his choice of women to hurt. He won't hurt you yet. I promise. 
I'll offer myself if he wants to hurt you. He can't resist me." I 
smiled at this. "You alright?"

I heard Sheila's voice. A bit shaky. "I. I guess. I don't want to be 
hurt."

"Honey. I'm sorry. All I can promise is that he won't hurt you for a 
while yet. And when he does, it won't be as bad as that monster you 
were with for so long. I understand that you are afraid. I would be 
too. I. I may look brave to you. But most of the time, I'm scared to 
death. We'll make it. Alright?"

Sheila just nodded. Her bare body shaking. Probably crying softly. I 
saw Jane lean down and kiss the frightened girl again.

"You'll be fine. I promise. Now close this door before I actually do 
hurt from freezing to death." I saw Jane's wet hand ruffle Sheila's 
hair. Another gentle kiss and Sheila backed out of the shower, softly 
closing the door.

I was mistaken. She wasn't crying. Her relief was written all over her 
face.

"You see? She's fine."

Sheila nodded. "I'm sorry Master. I was just worried."

"Considering what you've been through, I understand. Sheila, honey, I 
don't hurt my girls like that. I'm not going to lie to you. I do hurt 
them. But I swear it doesn't last."

"Why do you have to hurt us? We. We don't need to be hurt. We'll do 
whatever it is you want. You must know that."

Amy spoke up. "Honey? He just likes it. And, much as I hate it, he can 
do whatever he wants with me. With us. We are his slaves now. He keeps 
us nude. He keeps us bound most of the time. He just enjoys it. Pain. 
Our pain. Is just part of it. I doubt if he can even explain it. He's 
not as brutal as your former master. I should know. Jane and I have 
been through his worst punishments. Believe me, you don't want to 
disobey." She swallowed heavily. "Sheila, darling. I tried to escape 
once. He ended up punishing me. I thought I'd gone to hell. I was in 
such pain. But the marks and the residual pain only lasted a few 
hours. Don't get me wrong. I never want to go through that again. But 
I'm fine." She spread her arms out. "See. No bruises."

Sheila nodded. Still not understanding me, but having to accept it. 
That someday, I'd hurt her.

Sheila crawled over to Amy. "Tell me?"

I rose to my feet and sat up on the counter. Elizabeth had brightened 
on hearing Jane so cheerful. She looked at me questioningly. Wondering 
if she could rise as well. I nodded and the woman climbed to her bare 
feet. Smiling she snatched the hair drier from the counter. Pleased 
with herself that she'd managed to steal it from Amy.

"Can a slave use the hair drier? Please?"

"On low." I wanted to listen to Amy. I heard the much less harsh hum 
of the drier start up as Elizabeth began to dry her hair on the lower 
setting. I watched Elizabeth drying her hair while I listened to the 
girls still kneeling on the tile. Elizabeth looked delightful with her 
arms up, exposing herself. She noticed the scrutiny and just tried to 
ignore my eyes on her. She wore one of those boys-will-be-boys looks.

Amy took a deep breath. "I'm not sure you want to hear about it 
Sheila. It might frighten you."

"I want to know what happened. I'll tell you something worse that 
happened to me if you want."

"I don't think I want to know." She took another deep breath. "Here 
goes. Stop me if you get too upset. Okay? It was only a day or so 
after I was captured. God. I remember. I couldn't stand being nude 
around him. I. I felt like an animal. Frightened. Cornered. Something 
small sparked it. Probably the cutlery thing. I hated what he'd forced 
me to do. I hated how he had taken a part of me. Taken part of my 
humanity. Molded me into his pet. I simply hated him. I didn't think 
it could get any worse. The constant humiliation of being naked. The 
pain of his games. I just wanted to die. I figured if I disobeyed him, 
tried to run that he'd either let me go because I was too much 
trouble, or he'd shoot me. Kill me. I didn't care at the time. He 
caught me in the bedroom. I was dressing myself. God it felt good to 
put on those clothes." She paused. "But it wasn't worth it. He. He 
forced me to submit to his will again. I couldn't. I wasn't strong 
enough. He gagged me. With a tongue clamp. I'd do anything to avoid 
that pain again. Oh God did that hurt. I can't even describe the 
agony. I'm not sure I can tell you the rest." She paused again. Pain 
flashing across her features as she relived the torment I'd put her 
through. "He. He tied my toes to the clamp. Through a pulley 
arrangement in the ceiling. I thought I was going to die. That my 
tongue was going to ripped out of my mouth. That he was going to wait 
until my thighs gave out and couldn't support themselves. Watching me. 
My own toes tearing my tongue from my mouth. I swore that I'd never 
talk back again. That I'd do whatever he demanded of me. I'd kill for 
him. I prayed. Even though I don't, didn't, believe in God. I didn't 
care. Praying made me feel better. Somehow. I tried to beg. I didn't 
care anymore what I looked like. I didn't have the energy to feel 
humiliated. Did whatever I had to do. I just wanted out. The pain to 
stop. Finally. My thighs were in agony. They were about to give up and 
he let me go. He let my tongue out. I remember. It felt so good. My 
mind was telling me, somewhere that it was a fallacy. That it was like 
that old joke. Why you bang your head against a brick wall? Because it 
feels good to stop? It was like that. It felt like heaven to have that 
clamp released from me. It hurt, but being freed made me feel so damn 
good." She paused her narrative again. Thinking. "He followed it up 
with a breast cropping. He cut my breasts out of my sweater, my 
favourite sweater, and cropped me. Until I screamed and begged for him 
to stop. And then to teach me, he had Christi hit me until he 
returned. And she did. Slowly. All day. God did she hit me. I was 
incoherent by the end of it. But it was alright. He made sure that I 
wasn't seriously hurt. The marks stayed for a day or so. And my tits 
hurt like hell for a few hours. But I survived." She pointed to her 
bare breasts. "Not even a welt to be seen. I'm fine now. And not 
nearly as eager to disobey, I might add. The tits I could handle. It 
hurt. But that tongue trick. Shit. Don't ever let him do that to you. 
Whatever you are fighting for, it's not worth it."

Sheila had paled. But then, incredibly, she smiled. Somehow the story 
had relieved her. I couldn't understand that. But she actually smiled.

"I can top that, you know."

"Your last session with the Judge can top that." Amy said seriously. 
"Those bruises on your body can top that. Seriously, honey. You can 
tell me later. I want to hear it, but I can't right now. I'm not sure 
I can take it. Whatever brutality that monster did to you. I. I guess 
I'm still in a bit of a fragile state right now."

Sheila just nodded in understanding. "I'll tell you when you are 
ready. I don't mind."

Amy climbed to her bare feet. Extended her hand to the bare girl still 
kneeling. "Come on. If we aren't done soon, he's going to tongue clamp 
us both." She playfully stuck her tongue out at me. Telling her story 
of pain to Sheila seemed to have lifted a weight off her shoulders. 
I'd never understand the female. Never.

Sheila rose with Amy's help. Still wincing at her aches and pains. 
They returned to the counter.

"Hey!" Amy spoke to Elizabeth using her hair drier. "Hurry up with my 
hair drier."

Elizabeth smiled and spoke, "Mine now. He let me use it."

"Come on girls. Finish up."

Elizabeth switched the drier to high, her red locks almost dried. 
Sheila and Amy began to apply their makeup and nail polish.

As Elizabeth handed the hair drier to Amy, Jane and Christi stepped 
out of the shower looking very scrubbed. Their fingers were pruned. 
They hugged themselves in the suddenly cool air. Their nipples at 
attention. They looked a bit like a pair of drowned rats. I almost 
mentioned it to them, but refrained. Not sure they'd have appreciated 
the compliment. They scrambled to the towel rack and began to dry off.

Christi walked up to Amy and gently took the hair drier from her 
fingers. Amy was never going to get her hair done. Amy began a protest 
but Christi whispered something in her ear. She paled and let Christi 
have the device.

Christi walked up to me still sitting on the counter. She was still 
damp, her hair dripping over her bare body. She began to run her 
fingers through my hair. Teasing it. She directed the warm air onto my 
head and styled my hair.

"What did you say to her?"

"Just that you still had wet hair. That's all."

"I see." My hair was much shorter than the girls. It was mostly dry 
anyway. She was finished in a matter of moments. I turned to look in 
the mirror. She hadn't given me a mohawk style or anything. She'd done 
a damn good job.

Christi returned the hair drier to Amy. Amy looked in my direction as 
I slipped off the counter. "I'm so sorry. I. I just forgot. I should 
have dried your hair first."

I stepped over to the bare girl. "It's alright. I didn't mind. I liked 
watching you dry your hair. Quite erotic actually." Amy flushed and I 
kissed her head. "Relax. I'm not going to punish you. Yet."

"I'm still sorry."

I turned on my heel and simply walked out of the bathroom. I heard the 
hair drier switched back on. I wandered back to the main bedroom and 
slipped back into my clothes. I lay down on the bed, faintly smelling 
Elizabeth and Sheila in the sheets. I waited for the girls to finish.






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