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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.

If you are still with me, read on and please enjoy.

- crimson


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Chapter 99 - Time Out Of Time

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By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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I turned away from the tortured girl and crouched down beside Christi.

"You fucking bastard," she almost spat at me.

"I know. I know. She was getting willful again. I had to stop her 
before she got out of hand again and I really had to punish her."

"She's just a girl for Christ sakes. She didn't deserve that. Nobody 
deserves that. No matter what you think she did."

"Bet she tattles next time."

"Christ. I guess so. Have to remember not to tell her any of my 
secrets."

"I guess."

"She'll be alright won't she?"

"Yeah. She'll hurt for a few hours. But there won't be any lasting 
damage."

"There will be. It just won't be physical, you fuckhead."

"Christi? You are never going to get used to this, are you?"

"If I do. Shoot me."

"I don't blame you for being angry."

"That's very fucking big of you. Jesus Christ. What is it with you 
today? I mean. We didn't do anything to deserve this. We've tried. Our 
goddamn best. To do what you want. Why?"

"She stepped over the line," I gently told the upset girl. "Her 
actions were tantamount to attacking me. You know that ain't allowed. 
I have to punish that. Or the next thing I know all of you will be 
attacking me and I'll eventually have to really hurt someone to stop 
it."

"We are people. Human beings. Please. I don't want to be treated like 
that."

"I know you don't, sweetheart. And if you behave, you won't be."

"I don't want to live like this."

"Sweety, you don't have a choice."

"Don't I know it." The tears began to fall from her eyes. Her whole 
body shaking as she knelt. Quietly sobbing.

I let her cry for a minute and then leaned forward and kissed her 
forehead gently. "Come on. Let's make life a little better for you. 
Okay?"

"What are you going to make me do now?"

"Get dressed. How's that?"

She closed her eyes. Trying to will away the tears.

"Why me?" she finally asked. Her eyes finding mine.

"Because you've been cooperative and you've been around the longest."

"Oh. I've almost gotten used to being nude. I don't even remember what 
clothes feel like."

I smiled at her.

"So, what are you going to let me wear? Lingerie?" She made a face. It 
looked like her cry had loosened her up a bit. Not nearly as upset 
now.

"Actually, I was thinking something a bit more casual."

"Casual?"

"Yeah. What kind of jeans you normally wear?"

"Levi's. But ..."

"But?"

"If you want me in good jeans, I wouldn't mind trying some of those 
Guess Jeans. This store doesn't carry Levi's." Female to the core.

"You shop here?"

"I've been in here before." Her tears had dried up. She was 
consciously trying to avoid the sight of Amy curled up with Jane, 
trying to ease her pain. Try to concentrate on what I wanted. Avoid 
any punishment.

I stood up and extended my hand. Christi took it and rose to her bare 
feet.

"You are actually going to let me get dressed?"

I nodded and led the baffled woman to the shelves of jeans. As we 
approached, she seemed to forget her earlier hate of me and a smile 
actually began to form on her lips. She stepped towards the racks and 
she began to finger the denim. Searching for her size. In moments she 
had pulled two pairs of jeans from the rack.

"Can I get some panties? They are just over there." She pointed to 
some straight forward briefs over on the other side of the store.

"I think you are okay without them."

She flushed and nodded. Given the choice of one or the other, I figure 
she'd have picked the jeans every time over panties. She didn't have 
much choice. She was probably disbelieving that I was about to allow 
her pants. She could live without the underwear. She made to walk 
towards the change room.

"Christi?"

She turned. Looked at me quizzically.

"A change room? Why?" I almost laughed. Her face broke out into a 
smile and she almost laughed as well. Looking down at her bare body.

I watched as she slipped the first pair over her legs. Pulling her 
long legs into the pants until her bare foot protruded from the 
bottom. Balancing on one leg, she pulled the other leg over her foot. 
Soon she was pulling the denim up over her hips. She buttoned the 
pants and looked at me hopefully. Hoping that she'd be allowed to keep 
them. Other than a robe this was the most clothing she'd been allowed 
since I met her.

"How do they look," the topless girl inquired of me.

"They are alright." She actually looked stunning in them. I wasn't 
aware how alluring simple jeans could be on a mostly nude woman. She 
just stood there and waited to find out what else I wanted. I just 
looked at her for a moment. "What's that?" I pointed to the other pair 
of jeans she was holding in her hands.

"Another pair."

"Why?"

"In case these were too big. Depends on the make of jeans what size I 
am."

"Try them on as well."

"These fit fine."

"Try them on."

Her eyes welled with tears as she realized that she'd have to go 
through the whole procedure of stripping and reclothing again in front 
of me. For some reason this bothered her whereas her complete nudity 
over the last few days didn't. I suppose she was the only girl who had 
never had to strip more than a robe off her body for me. I'd found her 
nude which started this whole time line.

She closed her eyes and obeyed. She unbuttoned the jeans and slowly 
slipped them down her legs. Revealing her pale skin to me once again. 
She stepped out of the fabric, simply leaving them on the floor. She 
then repeated the procedure, pulling the other pair of jeans over her 
slim legs. The next pair were a different style. Slimmer. Hugged her 
legs more. The waist was certainly tighter. She had a bit of trouble 
pulling the denim over her hips. But it was just the fit. They weren't 
too small on her. Probably would have been easier pulling them over 
panties, her bare skin catching a bit at the fabric as she tugged at 
them. She buttoned the jeans and lowered her eyes. Slowly turned 
herself for my inspection. God, she looked stunning. And no panty 
lines. The new jeans looked a lot better. I told her so.

"Wow. You look fantastic."

"I figured you'd prefer these." Despite her somber words her mouth 
curled into a smile. Still appreciating the comment despite the 
circumstances. "Do I get a top as well? Or do I just walk around like 
this?" She spread her arms out to the sides, thrusting her bare 
breasts out.

I left her standing like that for a moment. Still stunned by the 
beauty in front of me. Topless. Barefoot. And in blue jeans. Calvin 
Klein? Model this girl and believe me, you'd sell jeans.

"Pick out a top yourself. Keep in mind, I don't like it, you just 
might spend the rest of the day that way."

"I don't mind, you know. I've been naked too long to mind going 
topless."

"I know. Find a top."

She scampered to obey. Running her fingers over the sweaters and 
blouses. Occasionally stopping and holding one up for my inspection. 
Holding it against herself for me to see. I turned as she moved around 
the store. Furrowing her brow. Searching. Shopping. Finally I left her 
to her own devices and walked back to Jane and Amy. Amy was still 
crying, but the intensity had drastically reduced. Jane just looked up 
at me as I approached. Not saying anything.

I crouched down and asked Jane, "How is she?" I was truly concerned. 
I'd been a little rough with her and she just simply wasn't used to 
it.

"She'll be alright. She hasn't said much, but she doesn't seem to be 
in as much pain."

I ran my hand down through her dirty blonde hair. Kissing her forehead 
as she wept. Amy just looked up at me with pleading in her eyes.

"Please. No more. Okay? Please?"

"Amy, sweetheart, I'm not going to hurt you anymore. Honestly. I don't 
think you need anymore? Do you?"

"Oh God. No. Please. It still hurts." Her fingers were still pressed 
between her legs. Her handcuffs impeding her a bit. Thighs pressed 
tightly together.

"You going to be alright?"

"I'd be better if you hadn't whipped me."

"I know. I know it hurts. I'll let you rest for a while more."

"Thank-you," she whispered. Meaning for the extended rest.

Jane just watched this exchange, still cradling the girl. My attitude 
moving to kindness and concern seemed to reassure the trembling girl 
in her lap. Amy didn't seem as frightened. Her trembling seemed to 
have reduced and her tears almost stopped. She looked up at Jane, 
still gently stroking her hair.

"Jane?"

"Shhhh." Jane shushed the hurt woman.

I was standing up. I only half paid attention, my eyes searching for 
Christi through the store. Not locating her right away.

"It hurts. God it hurts."

"I know, baby. It'll fade. I promise. I've been through it too."

"How. How did you? Deal with it?"

"Shhh. I can't tell you that sweety. You have to figure out how to 
deal with it yourself. You don't want to deal with it my way. You'll 
be alright. It'll fade. I promise. It must be fading already."

"A bit. I guess. I never ..."

Her voice faded as I walked away from the girls, searching for 
Christi. My guard suddenly up. She was free. No restraints at all.

"Christi?" I called out softly.

"Over here," came the immediate reply. I carefully walked over towards 
the sound of her voice. Readying the time defenses in case she had 
found a weapon.

She was innocently sitting cross-legged on the hardwood in front of a 
display of sweaters. Her fingers tugging at bright knits. Just doing 
what I told her. I relaxed.

"What?" She looked at me with bewildered eyes. Realizing that I was on 
edge before I'd relaxed.

"Just didn't see you."

"I'm sorry. I just sat down her to see all these sweaters. Aren't they 
gorgeous?" She held up a light red sweater against her naked torso. 
Thrusting her breasts out to emphasize how it would look on her. 
Completely unconcerned that I was worried about her. Not even crossing 
her mind that I had thought she was escaping or planning an attack on 
me.

I nodded dumbly.

"I couldn't decide. I will if you want me to, but I thought I'd give 
you a choice. Red sweater, or silk blouse." She held up a maroon silk 
blouse in her other hand. "They both will look good, I think."

"Take your pick."

"You won't punish me for picking wrong?"

"There isn't a wrong one. Relax."

"I don't suppose you'll let me have a bra?"

"Do you think you need one?"

She smiled and dropped the maroon blouse on the floor. She slipped the 
sweater over her head. Settling the knit over her nudity. Adjusting 
the garment over herself. Around her waist. It looked stunning on. She 
looked like a teenager, but she looked stunning. I was pretty sure 
that she'd picked the sweater for its covering value, since the silk 
was a bit sheer, but it didn't matter. She filled out the sweater 
without a problem. Her figure obvious underneath it. The sweater fit a 
bit tightly, but that was the style. It was supposed to hug her body 
like that. Again she turned for me, awaiting my approval. Praying that 
she wouldn't have to take it off and model the silk as well.

She completed her slow turn. "Well?" she demanded.

"You look stunning. I should let you wear clothes more often."

"I'd like that," she smiled shyly. Covered for the first time in days. 
Hidden.

"How do you feel?"

"The jeans are a bit tight, but I don't imagine that you'll let me 
change back to the other pair. And it feels really really weird not 
having underwear on. Especially here." She pointed to the sweater at 
about her nipple level.

"Come on, then. Time to get moving. If we can get Amy on her feet."

"Sir?"

"Yes?" I turned back to the clothed girl.

"I just. Wanted. To thank-you for letting me get dressed. It. Feels 
really good," she said haltingly.

"You are welcome. Don't get used to it, but I like seeing you in this. 
I might keep you in it for a while."

"One more thing?"

"What?"

"Please. If you don't want me in them just say so. I won't press. But. 
Shoes? Socks maybe? Please? I've been in bare feet for so long. I. I 
would kill for a pair of running shoes. Even high heels. Whatever you 
want."

I smiled at her. "Christi. Honey. I know you want them. I don't blame 
you. I would too in your position. Let me think about it. You don't 
really need shoes. You look pretty without them."

She briefly looked disappointed, but then looked down at her body 
again. Probably shocked not to see bare breasts and legs, but a 
sweater and jeans. She pranced over to me in her bare feet and hugged 
me. Gave me a quick kiss on the cheeks.

"Maybe I can earn shoes later?"

"Perhaps," I grinned at her. I grasped her wrist, unusual to touch 
fabric there, and guided her back towards the other girls.

When we arrived, Amy was sitting up. Quietly talking to Jane. Both 
girls sitting cross-legged. Not caring about their exposure. I 
couldn't quite make out the conversation. Probably just talking about 
Amy's recent ordeal.

I was concerned about her. She had been the first girl I'd ever really 
whipped between her legs. I knew it had had to really hurt. I was 
hoping that she'd make it through alright.

I crouched in front of her. Noted that her bound hands were no longer 
pressed desperately into her crotch. She lifted her hands from her lap 
to allow me to check her. I traced some of the welts running up 
between her legs. My finger touching some of the worse ones on the 
inside of her thigh.

"That one," she gasped. "Really fucking hurts."

I must of caught her unexpectedly hard on that angle. Not sure why. 
The rest of the welts had already begun to fade. I looked up at her. 
Her face was flushed, but she held my gaze. Used to me being able to 
touch her whenever and wherever I wanted. Sitting still for the 
humiliating inspection.

"Amy? How are you feeling?"

"Damn lousy, thanks to you."

"You learned your lesson?"

"Oh God. Have I."

"Can you walk?"

"I. I think so. You aren't going to punish me any more?"

"You have something else to tell me that deserves punishment?"

"No." A bit sullenly.

"Come on them. I promise not to punish you again until we get home."

"Oh shit. What have I done this time?"

"Nothing yet."

"God. I'll behave. I can't take that again. Please."

I rose and extended my hand to her. She grabbed on with both her bound 
hands and climbed a bit painfully to her bare feet. She now tried to 
keep her feet slightly apart as she stood. Trying to ease any contact 
with her vulva and thighs.

I helped Jane to her feet as well. At this point, Jane noticed 
Christi. Her eyes opening wide.

"Oh my God. You look gorgeous. He let you dress?"

Amy glanced over with a look of undisguised envy. Her eyes widening as 
well.

Christi just smiled. Running her hands down her top and the hips of 
her jeans like a model on a runway.

Christi spoke. "He'll let you dress sometime soon as well. And he's 
already told me that I'm not going to be allowed them long. But it 
feels so good."

Jane turned to me, longing in her eyes. "Please, Master? Can a slave 
beg you to allow her clothes. Please. Please. Please."

I just looked at her. Another one. Four days ago, this girl couldn't 
imagine herself standing in front of some guy begging and pleading for 
something as basic as clothing.

She noticed that I wasn't outright refusing her. She dropped to her 
knees and began to inch her way over to where I was standing. Not 
caring what she looked like or how humiliating it was. If she managed 
to plead her way into clothing, she simply didn't care. I let her 
approach.

"Oh God. Your slave is begging you for clothes. She'd do anything if 
you let her dress. I. She would. Anything. Just for a while. She'd 
take them off whenever you said. Please? Please?" Her voice had 
dropped to a whisper.

"What would you do for clothing?" I asked the groveling woman. I was 
aware that I hadn't really demanded anything from Christi. In truth I 
wasn't going to demand anything from Jane either. Just different 
clothing. But it would be interesting to know how far she'd go for 
something as simple as clothing.

"Oh God. Anything. What do you want me to do? I'll make love to you. 
Right here. Gladly. In front of Christi and Amy. I'll give you the 
best damn blowjob ever."

"Maybe later."

"Oh God. I'll make love to anyone you want me to. I'll. I'll have sex 
with any woman you want. Pick one. I'll have sex with her. Please. 
I'll masturbate for you."

Her hands were around my thigh and she was teasing me through my 
jeans. Pressing her hair against me.

I gently touched her head, pressing her back. Forcing her to drop onto 
her haunches. She swallowed and placed her hands on her knees. She 
closed her eyes and spread her knees a bit apart. Letting me look at 
her. I looked at her face.

"Jane? How far would you go to get clothes?"

"Anything. I swear it."

"Would you act like a pet for me? Crawl home?"

"If I had to. You could make me do that anyway."

"I could make you do anything without giving you clothes. What do you 
have to bargain with?"

Tears welled in her eyes. "Your slave. She doesn't have much. She'll 
give you anything you want. Please? I know you don't have to care 
about me, but I'd be so happy if you just. Let. Me. Cover myself. Just 
for a while. Please?"

"How about slave talk until I tell you otherwise."

She looked confused. "I. I mean. This slave will do that. Gladly. All 
you had to do was tell her you wanted it."

"Would you whip Amy again? Between her legs."

I glanced over at Amy who had gone pale. Beginning to glance around 
wildly with her eyes. Looking for an escape route. If she was going to 
get punished anyway, she might as well have a reason. For now, she 
just balanced on her bare feet and stayed where she was.

"Oh God. This slave really doesn't want to do that. Please don't make 
her do that. Not for clothing. This. This slave doesn't want clothing 
that badly if she still has a choice," Jane spoke quietly from her 
knees.

"I thought you were willing to do anything."

"Nearly anything," she corrected herself. "I. This slave would do 
anything involving herself and yourself. And maybe other people. If 
she has the choice. Please. I. This slave just wants some simple 
clothing. Some dignity. For a while. Please?" Such a simple request. 
Something so taken for granted in her other life. Being allowed to 
cover herself. Wear clothes.

I crouched down in front of her. She gazed back at me. The helpless 
girl looking at her Master. Her eyes teary and a bit frightened. Not 
quite knowing what she'd gotten herself into.






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