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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 97 - Time Out Of Time

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By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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Amy was waiting in the hallway. Leaning against the wall, the pack at 
her bare feet, her hands resting easily between her back and the wall. 
Unconsciously thrusting her bared chest out as her shoulders rested 
against the wall. She didn't even appear to be aware of her allure. 
She hadn't wandered into the lunchroom with Jane and Christi. I 
suppose I hadn't really given her permission to do so. Yet, I was 
surprised that she hadn't.

She smiled at me. "Done in there?"

I concentrated and released the entire room from our timeline. I could 
imagine all the small details, Julie's application, misplaced dust, 
that sort of thing, all moving back into their original positions. 
Almost by magic.

"I am now," I replied to the bare girl as the room returned to normal. 
"You want to give me your wrists?"

"Not particularly." She lifted her body from the wall, extending her 
arms in front of her despite her words. I slipped the steel around her 
slender wrists, locking them in place. Not tight. She suffered the 
decorative bondage again in silence.

I pressed the pack into her fingers and led her into the lunchroom by 
her wrists. She exchanged soft greetings with Jane and Christi. 
Christi had carelessly tossed the empty bag of chips onto the floor 
and Jane had long ago finished her muffin. The crumbs graced the table 
in front of them. The coins I had left for them were untouched. 
Presumably they hadn't wanting anything else to eat after their snack.

They rose to their bare feet, still handcuffed together. They walked 
over to Amy and I. I lifted Christi's right hand and released her from 
her cuff. I lifted Jane's right hand, letting Christi's free, and 
cuffed the bare woman. She pulled idly at the bonds, but didn't 
complain. Amy was still flushed from her sexual encounter a few 
minutes ago. If Jane and Christi noticed they didn't remark on it.

I left Christi free. The girls didn't speak, but they seemed to be in 
a better mood. Time having dulled the memories of the morning. I 
glanced at my watch. A lot more time than I'd expected had passed. We 
really needed to get back to the house. In the very least to release 
Sheila and Elizabeth. Elizabeth, especially, was probably bordering on 
real pain by now from her strict bondage. I supposed that she would 
just have to suffer for a while more. I'd have to let her rest, 
unbound for a while to let her recover. She'd like that, at least.

"Downstairs with you," I spoke to all three of them.

They slowly moved out of the room. I let them lead the way back down 
into the grocery store, never tiring of watching the nude beauties 
walking ahead of me. We made our way back to the front of the store. I 
glanced at the shoppers, but nobody particularly interested me. One 
girl in her twenties picking up canned salmon was cute, but I had 
other plans at the moment. Not the least of which was getting us back 
to base.

The girls walked directly to the full shopping cart. I quickly glanced 
through it. Seemed fine. Staples. Bread. Eggs. Milk. Lots of milk. I 
smiled as I spotted a huge jar of peanut butter. Christi must have 
loved that. There were fresh fruits. Vegetables. Even some steak. 
Cereal. I smiled. Fruit Loops? Looked like they also grabbed healthier 
stuff to be safe. Oatmeal. Grains. There was some cream soda stuck in 
there. Some packages of cookies. Oreos. Some granola bars. Lunch 
meats. They'd actually done an excellent job as far as a quick 
inspection was concerned.

Jane's voice floated up from beside me. I was surprised to see all 
three of them on their knees. Waiting. "Did we do alright? Anything 
else you want us to get?"

I couldn't see anything missing. "Not a thing. You done good."

She smiled. She'd probably been the one to argue Christi into letting 
them get peanut butter. Then again, Christi couldn't have done much 
about it, being tied pushing the cart.

I motioned to Christi. She sighed and rose off her knees. Placing her 
hands on the bar of the shopping cart. Expecting to be bound to it.

"You need to be tied to it? Or are you going to behave?" I asked the 
bare girl.

Her eyes widened. "I'll behave. You know I will. You don't have to tie 
me to it. I'll keep my hands right here if you want me to."

"Alright. One finger comes off that bar and I'll have to use rope to 
keep them there. Let's see how you do without it."

She nodded gravely. Understanding that her freedom was conditional.

"On your feet."

Jane and Amy rose to their bare feet. I walked along beside Christi, 
Jane and Amy moving on ahead. Keeping their hands in front of 
themselves. Not really having a choice with the handcuffs. They 
stopped as they approached the automatic doors.

I turned and had one more quick look at Kathleen and Nicole. 
Blissfully unaware of their torture and torment in my hands. Unaware 
that I knew every curve in their luscious bodies.

I freed the doors from the time block and they slid open quietly, 
sensing Amy and Jane standing in front of it. We walked out into the 
mall, Christi pushing the cart along, one of the wheels softly 
squeaking.

After leaving the grocery store, the girls appeared to become a bit 
more relaxed. Perhaps, just the atmosphere of the grocer disturbed 
them, simply being close to the point where they had had to torment 
the other women. Moving away from the physical scene of the crime 
probably improved their moods. I guess I couldn't blame them. They 
still had feelings. I smiled. They were going to be happy about my 
next plans. Well, everyone but Amy.

They suddenly had more spring in their steps. Jane actually skipped 
from time to time as we slowly made out way around shoppers and down 
the main aisle of the mall. Her bare feet softly scuffed at the tile 
as she moved. I idly wondered just how it felt to be constantly 
without shoes. Wonderful, I would imagine. Though, if asked, the girls 
would probably say 'odd'.

Christi was intently looking at the stores that we slowly passed.

"You want to shop?" I asked her.

"You wouldn't let me buy anything. Not anything I want."

"What do you want?"

"Clothes."

I smiled. They were really going to like my next plans. At least 
Christi and Jane were.

I watched as her eyes traveled wistfully over a jeweler's display. The 
front window of the small shop filled with sparkling necklaces and 
jewels.

I put my hand on her shoulder. Stopping her. I called out softly to 
Jane and Amy, as they moved ahead. Unaware that we'd stopped. They 
padded back to the cart.

"You can let go of that thing," I told the blonde still carefully 
keeping her hands on the cart. She gratefully let her hands off the 
cart and flexed her fingers. She'd been gripping it hard to ensure 
that she didn't forget to keep her hands there. Obediently.

I smiled at them as they shifted uncomfortably in the mall. Unsure 
what I had planned for them. Pretty sure they weren't going to like 
it.

"You all wear jewelry?"

Jane spoke up. "I did. Before you made me take it all off in front of 
my father." Tears brimmed up in her eyes. Still able to be upset about 
her first encounter with me. "I lost my favourite necklace."

"You didn't lose it, Jane. Just temporarily relieved of it."

"I know. But I still miss it."

"What about the rest of you?"

They both nodded.

"Would you like to wear some for a while?"

Jane looked at me shrewdly. Knowing what my jewelry entailed. "Please, 
not nipple clamps. I. Can't take them. They hurt."

I just about laughed.

"Come on." I touched Jane and Christi's arms and turned them around. 
Turned them towards the jewelry store. Christi's eyes widened as she 
began to realize what I was going to allow them to do.

She turned instinctively and gave me a wet sloppy kiss on the cheek. 
She broke away from the rest of us and ran over to the jewelry 
display. Tears brimmed in her eyes. Jane and Amy smiled as they began 
to realize as well what I was letting them do. A little more 
restrained than Christi, they too moved quickly to the display. 
Scanning over the jewels with their eyes. It was kind of nice to see 
all of them happy again. I kind of missed their smiles.

I turned to the cart. There were perishables in there. They'd already 
been left for a little long. I narrowed the bubble of time inside the 
cart. Leaving the food in a slower time frame. Almost as good as 
refrigeration.

I wandered back over to the girls. They were excitedly talking 
together. Pointing ring, necklaces, and bracelets out. Jane pointed 
with her handcuffed hands. Christi hopped from bare foot to bare foot. 
I stopped and just admired this view. Not often that you see three 
nude gorgeous women, unashamed, dancing around in front of a jewelry 
store in a mall. I just shook my head and smiled. They probably had no 
idea what a picture they presented. Their reflections in the glass. 
Just their simple nudity in such an odd environment.

I touched Christi on the shoulder. She whirled. Throwing her arms 
around my neck and hugging me. Suddenly so female. So happy. Probably 
just glad to be away from the grocery store. Perhaps just happy that I 
was about to give them something. Women always love jewelry. Even if 
they are sex slaves.

She whispered to me. "What can we have?"

"Two pieces each. And I don't know how long I'm going to let you have 
them, so don't get too used to it. I do love you completely nude, you 
know."

She leaned back. Her arms still around my neck. Her bare body causing 
all sorts of uncomfortable reactions in me. She knew it too, the minx.

"How about earrings?"

"That's one piece. Kind of go together. See anything you like?"

"God. I wish I could afford this stuff in real life. It's gorgeous."

She released me and danced back to the window. Her long legs flashing 
as she moved. Tossing her blonde mane.

"Can we go inside? Please? There's more."

"Sure." I released the doors and the girls excitedly poured into the 
small shop.

"Pick out something you like, and something that I would like."

They nodded, glancing through the display cases. Being female. Ooohing 
and ahhhhing.

"Christi? Jane? Pick out something for Elizabeth and Sheila. We'll 
give them a present too for putting up with me."

I briefly debated freeing the clerk, a youngish woman, to help the 
girls. I wasn't particularly interested in her. But I wasn't sure how 
I could control her. The girls would freak her out. Immediately. And I 
didn't want to waste too much time getting her under control, 
considering that I really wasn't all that interested in her on her 
own. On the other hand, she might be really able to help. Especially 
if the girls ended up wanting rings or something. Getting them sized 
was going to be a challenge without help.

I concentrated and the young woman sprang to life. She gasped. To her 
it would have seemed that three nude women, two of them in chains, and 
one strange guy had just materialized in her store.

"Oh my God," she stammered. "What the hell is going on here?"

The girls whirled around at the voice. Slightly embarrassed. Slightly 
startled. Not knowing I was going to free the clerk. Slightly 
embarrassed that yet another person was seeing them nude. Yet again.

I just raised the gun and aimed it at the clerk. She screamed as she 
registered the movement.

"Oh my God. I'm being robbed?"

"Kind of. Be smart and you won't get hurt." Almost better to let her 
think this was just a robbery. I couldn't quite understand this. How 
she could possibly think robbery with three nude women in her store. 
Who robs jewelry stores in the nude? But I suppose that jewelry clerks 
are maybe conditioned to always think robbery. It was a robbery of 
sorts.

She raised her hands. "Take whatever you want. I'm not going to stop 
you." Her adrenaline was probably pounding through her veins.

"What's your name?" I asked the shaking girl.

"Anne."

"Alright Anne. I want you to listen carefully. If you do what I say, 
you won't be harmed at all." I had no intention of harming her. She 
looked frightened enough that I doubted she was going to present any 
problems.

"Alright. I'll do whatever you want." Her eyes were glued to Christi. 
Probably thinking this was a horrible nightmare. Not quite believing 
that she had a nude woman in her store. Had to be some weird erotic 
nightmare. Right? Shouldn't have eaten that peanut butter and salami 
sandwich the night before. She shook her head. Still awake. 
Unfortunately.

"Anne. I need you to take your top off."

I wasn't even all that interested in seeing her nude, though naked 
females are always more interesting. I just wanted her off balance. 
More like the other women.

"You're kidding. Why?"

Jane spoke up. "Anne, honey. Just do what he says. You don't want to 
be hurt, do you? That gun is real, honey. You think I'd be standing 
here without my clothes and in handcuffs if it wasn't?"

Anne nodded. "Just a dream anyway," she mumbled. She pulled off her 
sweater. Dropping it to the display case in front of her. Without even 
hesitating she slipped out of her bra as well. She did have nice 
breasts. Large and firm. Bigger than any of the other girls.

"Now what?" she asked me. Almost unafraid. Convinced she was dreaming. 
I almost laughed. I wasn't going to hurt her, so she'd probably just 
go along with this until I released her back into time. I smiled.

"Pants too. Shoes and socks."

She shrugged. Actually getting into this dream. In moments, Anne was 
standing behind her counter, nude. Her jeans, her panties, and her 
shoes and socks lying haphazard on the display cases.

She looked at me. "You going to handcuff me, too?"

I almost laughed. I wondered if many of her real dreams were like 
this.

"No. I just want you to help the girls here pick out something nice. 
Give them whatever they want."

I sat down on the courtesy chair. Jane had this stunned look on her 
face. Completely unbelieving that I'd somehow lucked into a girl that 
thought that she was dreaming. That she'd just stripped happily for 
me. Even offered to let me put her in handcuffs.

I had to stop myself from laughing. Christi, also wide-eyed, slowly 
made her way up to the counter. She began to point to a few items on 
display.

Anne, completely nude, walked back to the safe and retrieved the keys 
to the displays. She pulled out the items for Christi. A necklace. Two 
bracelets. A large ring. And a jeweled anklet.

While she tried them on, checking herself out in the courtesy mirror, 
Anne pulled out some jewelry for Jane and Amy. She then just stood 
back quietly watching the girls. I could swear that her nipples had 
hardened and she was beginning to breathe a little heavier.

I debated playing with her, but this was just too funny to break the 
illusion. If I started doing really scary stuff to her, things she 
really didn't want, especially pain, and she'd realize she wasn't in 
dreamland after all.

The women were excited. Trying on different items. Just being female. 
I loved watching them. All of them. Moving around the store. 
Completely happy. Not caring in the slightest that they were nude. 
None of them. Anne was even smiling. Making suggestions.

Finally I spoke from my seat. "Girls? We don't have all day. Remember 
Elizabeth?"

Anne softly asked Jane, "Who's Elizabeth?"

Jane smiled evilly and leaned over the counter. "She's the girl we 
left at home. Tied up. Naked as well. She's probably getting 
uncomfortable by now. Even though she can still talk to Sheila if 
she's bored."

Anne's eyes widened at that, but she just nodded as though Jane had 
explained the general theory of relativity to her. I smiled as I kept 
seeing Anne pinch her bare arm. Looking a bit confused when it failed 
to wake her up.

Finally the girls presented themselves to me. Just standing in front 
of me. Christi had picked out a necklace and earrings. Both with red 
rubies. Jane had gone green, with emerald. A silver bracelet and a 
necklace. Amy had a saffire and diamond tennis bracelet gracing her 
left wrist. Rubbing up against her handcuffs. A thin gold chain around 
her right ankle. All the girls were beaming. None of them could hope 
to afford any of this in their former life.

Christi opened her hand. She showed me another necklace, a bracelet, 
and two anklets for Elizabeth and Sheila. All the jewelry they picked 
out was stunning. They certainly had taste. Instead of distracting 
from their nudity, the gems enhanced it. I don't know why I was 
surprised.

I ushered the girls out of the store, laughing and admiring their new 
possessions. Certainly female. I just shook my head as they filed out 
into the mall standing around the cart looking at themselves.

I turned to Anne. I motioned her out from behind her displays.

Without a look of worry she pranced out. On second glance she did look 
nice. Not stunning like Christi or Jane. Kind of plain. But she had an 
inner beauty behind her blue eyes. She was a kind and caring person on 
the real timeline. I could just tell. She stood nonchalantly in front 
of me.

"This where we fuck?"

I cringed at her use of the word. Seemed wrong coming from her lips. 
In other circumstances I might have punished her for it.

"Anne. Come here," I said to the nude girl.

She walked over on her bare feet and carefully draped herself into my 
lap. She kissed me on the lips. Arms loosely around my neck. Still 
thought she was dreaming.

"This is the most realistic damn dream I've ever had." She smirked. 
"Why don't we get you out of these clothes." Her fingers pulled at my 
top gently.

I kissed her lips again. Softly bit her lower lip.

She backed her face away from me, realizing that the sensations on her 
body were just a touch too realistic. "This isn't a dream. Is it?"

"No, honey."

She scrambled off my lap. Her breathing laboured.

"It must be a dream. There were just three naked girls in here. I just 
took off my clothes for you. I'm aroused. It has to be a dream." She 
pinched her right arm again. No response.

I almost laughed. "You dream like this often?"

"Sometimes."

"Anne. You were a wonderful help."

She looked confused. Looking around. Fear creeping into her eyes.

"What's going on?"

I didn't bother answering her. I just shook my head and released her 
from our time line. Her mouth formed a small 'o' just before she 
returned to her normal timeline. Clothed. And waiting for the next 
customer to walk in. Minus a few lovely pieces of jewelry. I hoped 
that the next customer didn't make her strip and rob her.





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