Message-ID: <12186eli$9806151506@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/12186.txt> From: Crimson Dragon <dcrimson@yahoo.com> Subject: {ASSM} New: Time Out Of Time - Chapter 101 (Mf+, bdsm, exh, nc) [101/???] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19980615040202.11321.rocketmail@send1c.yahoomail.com> 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 ---------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 101 - Time Out Of Time ---------------------------------------------------------------- By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) ---------------------------------------------------------------- Amy was quietly sitting on the steps, her bare body shaking a bit, her bound hands resting on her knees. She looked up as I walked in. I crouched beside her. Her face was a mask of fear. "How are you doing?" I asked her gently. Tears sprang to her eyes, but she forced herself to continue looking into my face. "I. I hurt. Down there." "I know, sweetheart. I know. It will begin to fade soon." "I didn't know. Honestly. I didn't think. I don't want to be punished like that ever again. I. I'll do whatever you want. You know that. I screwed up, but I'll try to behave. Please. Don't whip me there again? Please?" She was softly crying. Not sure whether it was the residual pain or the realization that she was completely a captive. That she didn't have her former freedoms. That I still could hurt her if she didn't obey. I gently touched her bare shoulder. She looked back up at me with bloodshot eyes. "Please. Let me go? I can't do this much longer." "Amy. Sweety. You are doing fine. The pain will be gone tomorrow, and I'm not going to put you through anything else tonight. Maybe just help in the kitchen. That's all." I gently wiped the tears from her cheeks. She forced herself to stop crying. Sniffling. "I don't have to have sex with you? Nothing?" I almost laughed. "Could you have sex with me?" She shook her head numbly. I knew that I could have forced her, but after the treatment between her legs this afternoon, I suspect she'd be in a bit of discomfort. I wasn't going to force her anyway. Christi and Jane walked in with their arms full of groceries. Carrying as much as they could. Jane particularly having trouble with her bound wrists. "Guess I should be helping them," Amy spoke quietly. I nodded. "But before you go, tell Christi to start making something for supper. You help her as much as you can. Alright? I'll come back and make sure you are doing alright." I reached forward and gently picked up Amy's hands by the connecting chain. I unlocked her wrists. She sat still and idly rubbed her wrists, making to get back to her bare feet. "It was nice of you to let them have clothes." "They won't be in them long." "Still. I hope that you'll let me wear something soon. I'd really like that." "If you behave, we'll see." Her eyes teared. "Would you have let me wear something, like them, if I hadn't fucked up with Kara and Julie?" "Perhaps. But don't worry yourself. Jane was lucky. I hadn't planned on dressing her at all. Probably not. I like you too much nude." "They are gorgeous in those clothes." They had emerged from the kitchen and were making their way back down to the cart again. "I know. You don't think I'd let them look dumpy, do you?" "I guess not," she actually cracked a smile. As Christi and Jane passed us, she stepped down and joined them. She seemed a bit more relaxed. Perhaps knowing that her punishment was actually over. That I wasn't going to be putting her in more pain tonight. At last nothing she wouldn't be able to handle. It wouldn't have been wise to continue it anyway. She would have gone beyond the corrective stage, and perhaps into the insanity stage. Despite her new vitality, I could see her still wincing as her welts made themselves known as she walked. I couldn't imagine what she was going through. But she'd be fine by tomorrow. She needed rest and a break from punishment. To be a semi-normal girl for a while. Jane and Christi were good company for her. I slowly climbed the stairs and poked my head into the master bedroom. There weren't any voices from the girls. Elizabeth had managed to turn herself somehow more towards the bed. Her head was resting on the carpet, her nude body still wrapped in the cruel bindings. Her bare feet turned upwards connected to her bound wrists. Sheila remained, slightly more comfortable, tied spread on the bed. Her ankles bound securely together, though by her position it appeared that she'd at least struggled with the bindings. Sheila looked asleep, her head resting to the right side, cradled by her outstretched arm. I walked into the room and sat down beside Elizabeth. With her head down, I couldn't tell if she was asleep as well. Though I couldn't imagine being asleep. "I thought I heard voices," she whispered. "I thought maybe I was dreaming." "I didn't know if you were awake." "You think I could sleep like this?" "You never know." "You've obviously never been tied up like this before. You probably have no concept of how much it hurts after a while." "I'm sorry. I didn't intend to leave you this long." My fingers began to release the knots in the ropes holding her body so snugly. Having trouble with Jane's knots. "I didn't think you were ever coming back. How long have I been in this thing?" "I actually lost track of the time. Probably five or six hours." "Oh God. No wonder I hurt. My ankles. And my wrists. My back. You have no idea." "Relax. I'm letting you out." "You know what I want even more than out?" "What?" "A drink of water and a hot bath. Just throw me in the way I am." "The water I can get you. But I think I'll untie you for the bath." "Oh God. Thank-you." I left the woman bound and walked downstairs. The girls were in the kitchen sliding food into the refrigerator and cupboards. "How's it going?" I asked them as I drew two glasses of water. Sheila was going to be thirsty as well. "Almost done with the food," Jane replied from the refrigerator. "By the way, what do you want this slave to be doing after she finishes putting the food away? Help with dinner?" "No. I want you to set up tonight's entertainment. Come upstairs and see me after you've finished." Jane looked faintly worried at the mention of entertainment, but continued whatever she was doing. Christi spoke up from the other side of the room. "Anything in particular you want for dinner?" "Surprise me." "Alright. But I don't want to be punished if you don't like it." I smiled at her. "You better guess well. You know damn well you are getting punished if I don't like it." "Should I make the same for all of us? Or are us slaves having Kraft dinner?" I laughed. "Much as that sounds like a good idea, all of you girls have been pretty busy today. Long day. Make a good meal for all of us. Don't forget about Sheila." Christi nodded, putting something away in a cupboard. Smiling that she was at least going to get some of whatever she cooked. I walked towards the exit. I turned at the last second. "Christi?" "Yes sir?" "I don't want you to stain those clothes. If you are cooking anything likely to spill, take them off first." She paled a bit. "Don't worry, you can put them back on again afterwards. I won't be bothering you but you really don't want to spill on them. Understand?" She nodded at the implied threat. There wasn't a child on the planet that would be more careful of spills. She might even strip to cook just to ensure that she didn't spill on herself. Skin washes a lot easier than denim. I left the girls in peace, making my way back upstairs. I ducked into the bathroom and flipped on the bathtub, drawing a hot bath for Elizabeth. The poor girl had suffered more than I'd intended and she deserved some soothing for her muscles. Normally I wouldn't allow the girls to bathe this way, preferring them to shower together, but this was an exception. The tub looked big enough for two. Easily. I'd put Sheila in there as well. Even though she hadn't had the strict bondage to contend with, the hot water would probably soothe her bruises for which I wasn't responsible. I returned to the room. Sheila was awake, her eyes following me from the bed. "Oh God. I'm dry as a desert. That second one for me?" Sheila asked hopefully from the bed. Her eyes glued to the glasses of water in my hands. "Elizabeth first, and then yes, you can have the second glass." "Oh God. Elizabeth. You are going to let her go aren't you? She was in such pain. I couldn't. Actually I could. Imagine." "Yup. Next thing on my agenda. Can only do one thing at once." Sheila smiled. "I'm sorry, master. Just anxious for her. I. Just thought that you weren't aware of how long she's been tied like that, or how much it hurts. And she said that she wasn't being punished." I sat down beside Elizabeth again. She turned her head, spotting the water. "What does this slave have to do for her water?" "Nothing, pet. All yours. No strings attached." I tilted the glass towards her mouth. Her position made it very difficult to drink and she managed to get more on the carpet than down her throat. "Maybe you should wait until I free you?" She was silent for a minute then she began to slowly lick at the carpet where the water had spilled. I couldn't imagine her getting much from that, but the sight made me rock hard. This bound nude woman using her tongue on a carpet for her water. I began to loosen the knots around her elbows. She gasped as her arms began to fall out from the strict ropes. Her circulation returning to parts of her that she had forgotten even existed. I managed to get her wrists and ankles separated from each other. She almost screamed as she unfolded her bare body. Straightening her legs for the first time in hours. Tears welling up in her eyes. I moved down and unwrapped the rope from about her ankles. Separating her bare feet. She cried out again as she slowly spread her legs apart. The tops of her feet scraping across the carpet. I began to work on her wrists. Finally releasing them as well. She did scream as she moved her arms from behind her back. The ropes had held them in position so long they had cramped. She lay on her front, her legs slightly apart, her arms at her sides, slowly flexing her fingers for a few minutes. Weeping with the pain. Keeping my eyes on her, I sat up on the bed beside Sheila. I tipped the glass to her lips and she greedily drank. Finishing the entire glass. She whispered to me, "Can this slave beg to be untied. She's been here so long and she wasn't as uncomfortable as Slave Elizabeth, but ..." I looked into her eyes for a moment. "I'll let you go in a minute. I want to talk to you." She nodded. Not understanding why she had to be tied up for me to talk to her, but accepting it because she had no real choice in the matter. Elizabeth screamed again as she gathered her strength and managed to get to her hands and knees. "Oh God. It hurts." "I know. I really hadn't intended it to. At least this much. Honestly." I crouched down beside the crying woman. "It'll work itself out. In a few minutes." "God I hope so. It feels like my whole fucking body fell asleep. Please." "I won't rush you. Let the circulation come back. I know it hurts, sweety. Take it easy. Take your time. Let the blood flow back." "If. You ever really want to punish someone. Leave her like that for five or six hours. They'll do anything you want to get out. And no marks." I looked at her elbows, her ankles and her wrists. There were pretty rope marks around each. Though I could already see them fading a bit, but she was going to be sporting them for a few hours at least. I was surprised that she wasn't bruised. "Your wrists and ankles aren't even bruised," I pointed out to her. "Yeah. You try moving in that thing. Christ. I could barely pull at the ropes enough to bruise myself. It hurt to even breathe after a while." She managed to pull her abused body to its knees. She cried out again, closing her eyes. Pain evident on her face. Finally she opened her eyes again and looked at me. I tilted the remainder of her water up to her lips. She took a deep breath and drank the fluid. Her throat swallowing prettily. After she finished she licked her lips. "Now what do I have to do for you?" she asked quietly. "You feeling alright?" "Sore as hell, but I'll do whatever you want. If you promise never to put me in that again." "How about take a bath for me?" Her eyes registered complete confusion. The words not quite registering in her mind. "A bath? For you?" "Alright. How about taking a steaming hot bath for yourself?" "For me? What?" "That bondage fog your brain?" "Probably." "I drew you a bath. It looked like you really needed one. Go soak." "Oh my God. You are kidding." The words finally registered into her tired and pain filled mind. "If I hadn't forgotten about you so long, I wouldn't have let you have a bath. Shower, perhaps. But I suspect that this is the only way that you are going to be remotely coherent tonight. If I let you have a soothing bath. Now scat." She smiled and leaned forward on her knees. Crying, but not in humiliation and pain anymore. She gave me a huge hug. Pressing her bare body against me and gasping with the pain her muscles caused as she did. "A girl couldn't ask for a better master. I don't believe you drew me a bath." Her face full of wonder. Like a child. Getting a gift that she never expected but loved. "Get outta here, or I'm going to go pull the drain plug." She grinning and fought her way to her bare feet. Swaying and grimacing in pain. She limped to the door and turned one last time. "I didn't think I'd ever be free of those ropes. Thank-you for not leaving me in them longer. And the bath." "Git!" She scrambled out into the hallway as fast as her sore legs could take her. I listened for a moment until I heard her splash into the water next door. Heard the water I'd left running turned off. I leaned back on my hands. Just sitting on the floor, thinking. A soft voice brought me out of my reverie. "M-master?" I turned to look up at the bed. Sheila's wide eyes were looking down at me sitting on the floor. "If you don't want to be disturbed, I'll be quiet." I rose to my feet and dragged a chair over, sat down facing the bound bare girl. "It's alright." I traced a finger down her left side, causing her to wince. The bruise didn't look any better than this morning. "You wanted to talk to me before you released me? You are going to untie me, right?" Her face was hopeful. "Yeah. How are you doing? Still tender over here." "It still hurts. I'm not surprised. But I can take it. I can do whatever you want with me." I smiled. "You are eager to please." "You are going easy on me and I almost feel guilty." "You have got to be joking." "I feel like you are taking out whatever you were going to do with me on the other girls. It's not fair. I can do whatever you need from me. Sex even." "Relax. I'm not taking out anything on the other girls. And I just want you to get better. Get rest, for now." "Thank you. Is that all you wanted from me?" "Someday I'm going to have to find out what really happened to you here. I'm interested." "I'll be happy to tell you. I don't mind. Mayer made me tell him about it for thrills. Describe the last days tortures in minute detail for his amusement." "I'm just curious. It's not really for titillation." I began to loosen the knots around her ankles. Releasing her. She drew up her knees as I released her wrists from the rope holding her body to the bed. As her wrists came free she pulled them in and shook them out. She smiled up at me. "Thanks. I was getting tired of that position." "You sore as well?" "A little. Being tied up in the same position is hard on the muscles. Even in a relatively comfortable position. Elizabeth really was in a lot more pain that I was because of that." "I hadn't intended that." "Obviously you can do whatever you want with us. But its just something to be aware of. It's probably more appropriate for a punishment, is all." "I'll keep that in mind." "She didn't complain too much about it while you were gone. I would have been cursing you." "If you are sore, you can go join Elizabeth in the bathtub. Tons of room for two in there." "Can I take one alone? Later?" "I don't think there will be time." I wasn't about to let her bathe alone anyway. If she managed to get a hold of a knife or razor, that could be it. I simply didn't know her well enough to allow her to do anything dangerous on her own. "Alright. I'd love a hot bath. And I like Elizabeth. Important to like the person you bathe with." She grinned. I idly wondered what these two talked about in my absence. I took her hand and pulled her up. She winced at the pain in her face and side as she rose. I walked with her to the bathroom. Elizabeth was stretched out under the water. Her head back against the porcelain. She looked up as we entered. Her body was visible beneath the clear water. Her arms floating. Bare breasts just under the water as she laid back. She made no move to cover herself. She smiled up at us. "This feels so absolutely wonderful. I could stay in here forever." "Room for Sheila?" "Of course." Elizabeth pulled her legs back a bit, bending them until her knees broke out of the deep water. Sheila daintily stepped into the water at the other end, gasping as the hot water caressed her lower legs. She inched herself into the water. Her skin reddening with the heat. Almost crying out as her crotch lowered into the steamy water. Finally she settled and the two girls entwined their legs. Completely unselfconscious. Comfortable with each other. I sat up on the counter and just watched the two nude beauties relaxing until Jane walked in. _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>