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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-consensual 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 110 - Time Out Of Time

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By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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I guided Jane towards the work room. As we approached, the girl 
hesitated. She knew what was in there, knew that she didn't 
particularly want to go in there as a victim, bound and at my mercy. 
She didn't want to feel most of the stuff that was contained in the 
room.

Her bare feet dug into the carpet as she resisted my guiding hand on 
her cuffs. She twisted as best she could with an imploring look on her 
face.

"M-master?"

"Yes?" I indulged her for a moment before we entered.

"Please. I. This slave. She begs for forgiveness. For whatever she or 
Slave Elizabeth have done. She doesn't want to go in there. Please."

"You'll be okay. I'm not going to kill you."

Elizabeth paled, the whiteness extending her entire body.

"We'll both behave. We'll do anything you want. We'll crawl, we'll beg 
to make love to you? To Amy? To Christi? Sheila? All of you? Please. 
This slave doesn't want to be punished," Jane continued in a quick 
voice.

"Didn't you volunteer, earlier?"

"You were whipping her so hard. And I didn't know we were going in 
there. Please. Please give us another chance. Whatever we did."

Her whole body was shaking in fear beneath the dress. Her eyes were 
beginning to tear, but she was struggling for control of that. She 
knew full well that she had done nothing. Perhaps, that bothered her 
as well, that she was going to feel pain in there, and she hadn't done 
anything, perceived or otherwise, to deserve it. She'd been a model 
slave all morning.

"Jane. You didn't do anything."

"Then, why are you going to hurt me?"

"Who said anything about hurting you?"

"You aren't going to hurt us?"

"I guess you'll have to go in there to find out."

"Oh God. Please."

I heard a small voice from behind me, Elizabeth's. "I'm sorry Jane. 
I'm so sorry."

Jane gave Elizabeth a reassuring smile through her tears, realizing 
the effect her pleading was having on the other girl. She took a deep 
breath, exerted that powerful self-control and stopped the tears. She 
squared her shoulders and nodded grimly.

I turned. Sheila and Elizabeth were both pale, from their noses to 
their pretty toes. Sheila, like Jane, and perhaps more so, was fully 
aware of what was behind door number three. Elizabeth just knew that 
Jane was really frightened of it, and that was enough to cause her 
tears.

I turned the knob of the door and Jane bravely walked through the 
doorway. The den looked very normal at the moment. A few eyebolts, but 
otherwise a normal den. The red stain was still marring the surface of 
the dark carpet, but it had long since dried. I motioned the two nude 
women into the room. Sheila hesitated, but forced herself to walk in, 
probably expecting to see Mayer still there. Elizabeth, unknowing, 
walked in a bit more relaxed, glancing around, not really knowing what 
had caused the other girls' trepidation.

Two ropes hung from the ceiling where Mayer had been secured. Jane had 
tied them there, and they dangled like a gallows, gently swaying in 
the air that had been disturbed by Jane's passing.

Jane swallowed, heavily and turned towards me as I closed the door 
behind us.

"Where do you want us?"

"By the ropes there."

She paled a bit but moved herself towards the dangling ropes stopping 
beside one. She stood there uneasily, shifting her weight from foot to 
foot. I stopped Sheila from following Elizabeth, as she walked over 
beside Jane. I gently pressed on Sheila's shoulder, urging her to her 
bare knees. She sank down, almost automatically.

I walked over to the frightened girls and smiled kindly at them.

"Calm down you two, you look like your about to be shot."

"Aren't we?"

"I promise not to shoot you, unless you get really out of hand."

Jane swallowed, her nervousness still evident on her face. I touched 
her shoulder, turning her gently around. She turned on her bare feet 
and presented her back to me. I lightly grasped her wrist by the chain 
between them and guided her backwards to the rope hanging from the 
ceiling.

I tied a quick knot in the rope, capturing the chain. I urged 
Elizabeth into a similar position on the other rope. The ropes had 
previously held Mayer's wrists, and were threaded up through the 
eyebolt and secured to the other bolt in the wall. Almost a pulley 
arrangement.

Leaving the girls tethered, I walked back and sat in the leather 
chair. Jane and Elizabeth turned themselves slowly to watch me, 
remaining silent. I gazed at them, still marveling that I could have 
these women so far under my control. They had allowed me to do this to 
them. This teen, in the unfamiliar and stunning evening gown, her 
hands encased in steel behind her, tethered to the ceiling. Not 
allowed underwear or shoes. She gazed back at me, almost defiantly. 
She'd be screaming soon enough.

And Elizabeth. The red head was standing completely nude. She'd 
allowed me to restrain her, knowing that she was going to be punished 
for disobedience. Her eyes were lowered, realizing her helplessness.

I let my gaze wander over Sheila. She was more relaxed, knowing that 
she wasn't going to be punished, just waiting quietly on her knees and 
watching. Used to being nude.

I turned my attention back to Elizabeth.

"Elizabeth?"

She looked up, her eyes tearing as she realized that she was going to 
have to speak as well.

"Do you know why you are here?"

"You want to punish me."

"Why?"

"Because I disobeyed. Because I refused to do what you asked."

"Do you know why Jane is here?"

"No. Please let her go? She doesn't deserve this. I'm the one who 
disobeyed. Please? I'll take whatever you want to do to me, but she's 
innocent. Please?"

"Do you know why Jane is here?"

"No," she replied. I could see a spark of anger beginning to form in 
her eyes as I kept reminding her that Jane was here.

"Jane is here as part of your punishment."

Elizabeth's eyes overflowed with tears again, her whole body wracked 
with sobs as she wept at the unfairness.

"She is going to suffer everything you do."

"Please. I'll be good. I'll do what you say. I'll be obedient. 
Please."

Jane just looked on grimly. Ironically, she was feeling like she was 
the cause of Elizabeth's distress.

I rose, ignoring Elizabeth for now and walked to the rope connected to 
Jane. She turned to watch as I loosened the rope from its anchor. I 
gently pulled on the rope, using the eyebolt in the ceiling as a 
pulley. Jane obediently allowed me to raise her hands behind her back. 
As the pressure increased on her hands, she began to bend 
involuntarily at her waist. She finally cried out as her arms were 
pulled up into the air behind her and she was unable to relieve the 
pressure on her shoulders any more. I was vaguely reminded of 
Catherine, and a tree when I took Elizabeth.

Jane whimpered as I tied off the rope, holding her into the awkward 
position. She softly let one word escape her lips before pressing them 
together.

"Please."

I ran my hands down her exposed flank, and she involuntarily kicked 
her bare foot. Not at me, just into the air. She squirmed as much as 
her arms let her. She felt soft beneath the material of her gown. Soft 
and vulnerable.

I slowly walked over to Elizabeth's rope. She spoke again.

"Please don't do that to me. Please? Let her go?"

I ignored her again, and gently pulled on Elizabeth's tether. She 
began to resist almost as soon as her hands began to rise. She 
squirmed, her mouth forming pleading words.

"Please. Talk to me. Please? M-master? Th-this slave begs you."

"Elizabeth, hush. I'll talk to you after you are like Jane. Okay?"

"No. Please. I can't."

I heard another soft voice speak from the other tether. "Elizabeth? 
Honey? Just let him do it. You'll end up this way anyway. You don't 
want a gag do you? You don't want any more welts do you? You have to 
listen to him. He'll talk to you after. Okay?"

"But ... oh god, please?"

I ignored her again, but this time when I applied pressure to her 
tether, she didn't resist. I purposely pulled her arms up a little 
tighter than Jane's, but she had no way of telling that. All she knew 
was that she was helpless, vulnerable and aching. She had risen on her 
bare toes to relieve some of the strain on her arms. I casually ran my 
fingers over her hanging breast, causing her to moan a little at the 
touch.

I left the girls in that awkward position, and returned to my 
comfortable chair. They remained quiet as I just watched them for a 
few minutes.

Elizabeth raised her head and looked up at me.

"Please, Master. Can a girl speak? Please?"

I sat back in my chair and nodded slowly. I'd allow her to speak for a 
moment.

She gathered her thoughts, knowing that this was probably her last 
chance to speak to me before she was screaming or gagged and unable to 
talk.

She took a deep breath, grimacing at the sensations in her bound arms.

"Master. Please. Can a girl beg for release?"

"You know you are going to be punished, Elizabeth," I told her gently.

"I know. Please. I want to beg for Jane's release from this. I'll do 
anything you want." She hung her head at the last words.

"You'll beg to have sex with Amy?"

"In a second, if you'll release her. Please. Jane didn't do anything. 
She doesn't deserve to be in this pain. Please. My arms hurt. Her's do 
too."

"Elizabeth, you'll beg anyway once I'm done with you."

"Please. What can I offer you?"

"Don't scream."

"Don't scream?"

"Whatever I do to you, you can't scream."

"Oh God. I. I can't. I'll try. Just let Jane go. Please."

"I'll let Jane go when I'm sure you aren't going to scream."

I knew that this was an offer Elizabeth wasn't going to be able to 
hold up. She didn't know, but I wasn't going to hurt Jane anywhere 
near the amount that she was going to hurt. But having Jane here was 
part of her punishment.

"I'll try. Oh God, you can be a monster."

I smiled at that and rose to my feet. I walked back to the kneeling 
girl and crouched by her.

"Sheila? You alright?"

"You aren't going to hurt them are you? Not really?"

"They'll be fine. A bit sore, but I promise, no bruises. Alright?"

She nodded, tears still forming in her eyes.

"I want you to blindfold Elizabeth and tie her ankles apart."

Sheila just dumbly nodded her blonde head and fell to her hands and 
knees.

"Sheila, honey. You don't have to crawl."

"I. I'm sorry."

I assumed that Mayer probably had expected her to crawl sometimes. 
Perhaps she'd been through something like this before. She slowly 
climbed to her bare feet and made her way to the closet with the toys. 
I walked back to my chair and watched the girls uncomfortably shift, 
trying to ease the ache settling into their arms.

Sheila emerged seconds later holding a leather blindfold and a bar 
with leather cuffs attached to it. I'm quite sure that she had been 
the last person to wear them, and she looked distinctly uncomfortable 
even touching the things. But she walked over to Elizabeth, murmuring 
something, probably an apology. She slipped the blindfold over 
Elizabeth's head, carefully working her red hair out from under the 
elastic strap. Sheila then knelt behind Elizabeth, urging her feet 
about three feet apart and attaching the spreader bar to her. 
Elizabeth moaned as she felt the increase in pressure on her arms as 
her legs spread apart, but remained relatively quiet.

When she was done, Sheila walked over to my chair, handing me the tiny 
keys to the padlocks she'd used on Elizabeth's ankles. She then knelt 
demurely beside the chair, trying not to look at Jane or me.

I bent to Sheila's ear and whispered a command. She paled a bit, but 
obediently crawled towards Jane. Jane looked up from her bent position 
and caught my eye, a bit of fear in her face. She remained silent, 
though.

Sheila knelt in front of Jane and whispered something to her. Again, 
probably an apology, but this wasn't going to hurt her. Sheila brought 
her free hands up and slowly began to caress Jane's breasts through 
the thin gown, just lightly touching her. Jane gasped at the 
sensations and tried to stop herself from pulling away, knowing that 
I'd ordered Sheila to do this to her.

I sat back and watched the women, still loving the sights of them 
playing. Elizabeth was beginning to look really uncomfortable; she was 
shifting her weight and softly moaning.

I rose silently, and entered the closet. I picked up a small paddle 
from a shelf and walked back out. I motioned the other girls to be 
quiet, and Jane, who had twisted around a bit just widened her eyes 
and hung her head. She knew that the paddle was going to fall on her 
at some point in the near future.

I walked up behind Elizabeth, still silent. The only warning she got 
was the swish of the air as the paddle traveled towards her 
defenseless bare body. The sound probably reached her before the pain 
did. The paddle left a red mark across her left cheek and she jumped, 
desperately pulling against the bonds, trying to close her legs, 
wanting to scream but knowing that she couldn't. Wanting to see, but 
blind. She twisted, trying to free herself.

I watched as she gritted her teeth to the pain as it washed over her. 
Finally she drew in a huge breath and spoke in a strained voice.

"Please. Master. This slave begs you. She didn't cry out. Please 
release Jane."

Jane moaned again from her position. Sheila was now running her soft 
hands along Jane's calves. Jane's feet were free but she remained 
still for the exploration, struggling not to move.

Ignoring Sheila's plea, I brought the paddle down on her right thigh. 
Not hard, but I'm sure that she had never been exposed to this before 
and any unexpected blow was a struggle not to cry out. Again she 
fought her impulses not to scream and won.

"Oh God. I can't take much more of this. Please stop. You said if I 
didn't scream you'd let her go."

"Hush, Elizabeth. We've only just begun."

The bound girl fell into sobs, her entire bare body shaking with her 
silent crying. She was beginning to realize that I wasn't just going 
to hit her once. She'd have to keep control for a while yet before I'd 
let Jane go. And she knew, as well as I did, that there was no way 
that she'd succeed. She'd cry out involuntarily soon.

I crouched and let another soft blow land on her left calf. 
Instinctively she fought the leather holding her bare ankle, trying to 
move away from the pain. Again, she caught the gasp of pain before it 
rose to a wail.

Her right calf broke her. She finally cried out, not loud, but enough 
to be counted as a scream. She fell against her wrists and hung there, 
defeated.

"Oh God. Please. It hurts. Why? Please let her go. You can paddle me 
forever. I'll scream, but that's what you want, you bastard. Just let 
Jane go. Don't make her do this, too. Please?"

I gave her one last quick snap of the paddle against her right buttock 
wrenching another scream from her lips. She twisted her body more, 
trying to avoid the next blow that wasn't coming. She continued to beg 
between gasps and tears.

I crouched by Sheila, leaving Elizabeth to cry to herself in her 
ropes.

"Sheila, give her a big kiss and then go kneel by the chair."

"Who? Jane or Elizabeth?"

I smiled. "Both."

"You weren't hitting her very hard."

"She hasn't been hit before. I don't constantly beat my women, you 
know."

Sheila nodded and rose up on her knees. She gently touched Jane's lips 
with her own, waiting for Jane's response. The girls kissed gently and 
Sheila crawled her way over to Elizabeth, still crying from her defeat 
and her pain.

Sheila whispered something to Elizabeth and reached up to touch 
Elizabeth's face with her lips. Elizabeth kissed back and Sheila 
crawled over to the chair, demurely kneeling.

Tears welled in Jane's eyes as I carefully worked the bodice of her 
gown down to reveal her naked breasts. She was breathing hard and her 
nipples were tight.

I whispered to her. "Sheila's talented, isn't she?"

"God. I just wish more guys knew how to touch girls like that." Jane 
paused. "You didn't have to hit her, you know. You knew she wouldn't 
be able to keep quiet."

"I know."

"If you didn't want to let me out of this, you should have just told 
her."

"She wouldn't have taken no for an answer. She wasn't you out. She was 
willing to try for you."

"I suppose. What are you going to do with us. With me." Jane looked at 
her hanging naked breasts.

I reached up under her gown and let my finger trace through her pubic 
lips. She was wet, and she knew it.

She groaned. "Please don't do this. I. I hate when you do this to me."

"I haven't hit you yet."

"You will."

"Perhaps."

I brushed her nipples with my moistened finger, making her gasp again.

I whispered to her again.

"I am going to punish you both."

She just stood there and shuddered.

"Can you please loosen her arms. I know you've got her tighter than 
me, and I hurt. Please? For me? I'll do whatever you want out of this 
game of yours, but you don't need to hurt her as much as you are. 
She's not used to it."

"She'll be fine."

Jane sighed, knowing that she wasn't going to be able to influence 
this any further.

"Do what you have to, then." Resigned.

I picked up the paddle and retreated around Jane. She braced herself, 
knowing what was coming. I let the paddle fall onto her ass. Even 
through the material she yelped. I continued, mirroring the punishment 
that I'd given to Elizabeth. Jane, being more used to the pain, was 
able to get by with sharp intakes of air, until I increased the 
strength of the blows to her calves. To her credit, she managed to 
stay relatively still as I punished her. I wrenched some involuntary 
cries out of her with the calves and the last harder blow to her 
buttocks. I knelt in front of her and kissed the tears from her 
cheeks.

She whispered to me, "Let her go. Please? I'm hot. Wouldn't you rather 
fuck me?"

I kissed her again and returned to my chair.





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