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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 122 - Time Out Of Time

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By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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I stood out on the porch for at least a quarter of an hour, simply 
staring at the spot where she had stood. I missed her already. Missed 
her laughter, her strength, her determination. I smiled briefly as I 
recalled laughing with her after deafening the poor creature.

"Good-bye, Amy," I whispered to nobody in particular.

I swallowed heavily and turned back towards the house. My heart was 
heavy as I knew that I still had three more good-byes to get through 
in the next few hours. If they were all this hard, I wasn't going to 
last.

Elizabeth looked up from her book as I entered the library. Christi 
was curled up with her nose stuck in the Talisman. Christi didn't 
bother looking up at the intrusion.

"I guess I'm next?" Elizabeth took a deep breath and spoke gently from 
her seat behind the desk.

I nodded slowly. Elizabeth rose to her bare feet and carefully closed 
her book. She set it aside on the side of the desk and looked over at 
Christi. Christi had dropped her book to her lap and was looking at 
Elizabeth's bare form. Both Christi and I watched silently as 
Elizabeth looked up at me.

"I'm not going to finish it, am I?" Elizabeth was referring to her 
book.

I shook my head, unable to speak.

Tears formed in Elizabeth's eyes, though I wasn't sure if it was 
because she was uncertain of what was about to happen to her, or she 
was genuinely upset at not finishing the book. Slowly she picked back 
up Tale of Two Cities and withdrew the slip of paper that was marking 
her page. Almost reluctantly, she let it fall to the table. She slowly 
walked back to the bookcase behind herself and slipped the book 
between David Copperfield and Great Expectations. The sound of the 
book sliding home echoed through the still library. Elizabeth turned.

"I'm ready," she spoke quietly.

I extended my hand, reaching for the bare girl. She slowly walked 
over, the chain of her handcuffs rattling a little as she moved.

"Don't hurt her? Please?" Christi's smooth voice called out as I 
pushed open the door.

I turned back to the clothed girl still curled up on the chair. Tears 
were in her eyes as well.

"I won't."

"Bring her back to say good-bye?" Christi pleaded.

"I've brought all of them back. Don't worry about that."

"Can I go to Jane?"

"Of course, if you want to." I told her gently.

With that, I gently guided Elizabeth out into the hallway, guiding her 
up the stairs towards the master bedroom. She followed the soft 
commands of my fingers obediently and slowly climbed the stairs in 
front of me. I cherished the view of her bare body as she moved. I 
wasn't going to have her much longer.

I shut the door behind us. I wasn't afraid of Jane or Christi coming 
upstairs to eavesdrop, nor did we particularly require the privacy. 
But it felt cozy, just the two of us.

I turned and Elizabeth was standing awkwardly in the center of the 
room, much like Amy had. She looked over at me.

"Can you take these things off me?" she asked quietly, rattling the 
chain on her handcuffs.

I walked over to the bed and sat down, gazing over her nudity.

She sighed, and sank to her knees, knowing what was expected of her. 
"I guess not." She murmured mostly to herself, in reference to her 
wrists being joined.

I sat and gazed at her. She wasn't a ravishing beauty, but she exuded 
an inner beauty, and inner strength, a certain nobility. All despite 
her submissive posture on her knees in front of me. And she certainly 
wouldn't be out of place in a bikini on the beach. She lowered her 
head and suffered my last inspection of her without complaint.

"Elizabeth?"

"Yes, master?" she relied in deference.

"You don't ..." I began and then realized that she simply didn't have 
any other title or name by which to call me. I was going to tell her 
that the word "master" wasn't necessary. But I had created a situation 
where it couldn't be avoided.

"Why do you keep us?" she asked quietly. "If I can ask that."

"I don't know, Elizabeth. I really don't know. I'm letting you go, 
now."

"I know. I. I can hardly believe it. I'm. I'm sad in a way."

"Me too. I like you."

"I know. Can I ask why you won't let me out of the chains?"

"Because I like to watch you in them. Are they uncomfortable?"

"No. Beyond the humiliation of wearing them at all." She rattled the 
bonds on her wrists again to make her point.

"I'll let you out of them soon. After we talk."

She nodded slowly, her mind processing that she wouldn't be restrained 
much longer. A smile almost graced her features.

"Amy. I miss her," she spoke slowly.

"I do too."

"I'd like to know her in real life. And the others."

I slowly shook my head. "I'm really sorry. Unless you meet by chance, 
and that would be unlikely, I fear."

"You could ..." Elizabeth began.

"Do you really want me meddling in your real lives?"

She closed her mouth and thought about it, unsure of herself suddenly. 
Finally, she closed her eyes and shook her head. I had no intention of 
meddling in their real lives, even had she agreed now to it. That 
would make me as bad as Mayer.

"What did Amy want?" she asked quietly.

I was thrown by the unexpected turn of the conversation. Females were 
good at that. I answered with a very intelligent "Huh?"

She wore an exasperated expression, like I should have followed her 
leap of connectivity. She explained patiently, "Amy. You were going to 
give us something we all wanted. What did she want?"

I couldn't see any harm in telling the girl. "She didn't want 
anything. She wanted a kiss, and to say good-bye, but mostly she 
wanted to just go home."

Elizabeth thought about that for a moment. "I can see that. She really 
wanted out."

I nodded as Elizabeth lapsed into silence kneeling there quietly and 
thinking. I watched her, but she showed no signs of continuing the 
conversation.

"Elizabeth?" I asked gently. "What do you want?"

She looked up as though wakened from a dream. She began to say 
something. Something I couldn't make out then she took a breath and 
spoke.

"I can have anything? Anything at all?"

"No. You can have anything reasonable. Anything that isn't going to 
take a lot of time. And nothing that will hurt me or any of the other 
girls."

She snorted. "You think I'd want to hurt one of the other girls?"

I looked at her. "No, but I just wanted to be clear."

She thought for a moment. I was sure she'd known what she was going to 
ask for since I'd mentioned it. But now the time was here, and she was 
getting cold feet. Perhaps it was her lack of socks.

"I'm not going to remember any of this, am I?"

I shook my head.

She took a deep breath. She began slowly, and built up momentum, her 
words beginning to tumble from her lips near the end.

"You. You know that I'm not exactly the most ... um ... experienced 
girl that you took. Right? I mean, I may be the oldest, but that 
doesn't necessarily make me the most sexually active. I. I've always 
been shy, and I've always avoided sexual contact. I. I masturbated. A 
lot. But that's it. I mean, I've had partners in real life. But 
nothing like you've shown me. I didn't even know that some people get 
turned on by these." She rattled her hands. "I didn't even know that I 
got turned on by these," she whispered. "You've opened my eyes. I've 
never felt any of these things before, and I'm afraid of losing them 
when you send me back. I've never had a multiple orgasm, never been 
with women, never felt the rush of being in bondage. Even the 
whipping. I can't say I liked that, but I didn't hate it as much as I 
thought I would. Oh God. You are going to think I'm the biggest slut 
ever."

She collapsed into crying gently, her bound hands rising to her face.

I slipped off the bed and crouched in front of the bare girl, letting 
her cry for a few minutes. Finally she sniffled and looked up at me, 
surprised that I was so close to her.

"I. I wanted you to take me to the neighbours again. Let Karen ... oh 
Christ ... I can't do this. Let her pleasure me again."

I looked into her teary eyes, not quite believing my ears. She 
continued swiftly.

"You can tie me up. To the chair again. Whip me if you want. Have 
Karen lick me. Down there. Please don't think I'm weird. I just want 
to feel that again."

I swallowed. We could do that, and I certainly didn't have any 
objections to it. I'd love to see it again. I couldn't believe that 
she wanted to do it, but I suppose I could understand. However, it 
would take far too much time. We would have to take Karen again, take 
the time to walk over there.

I controlled my impulses and slowly shook my head. "I'm so sorry, 
Elizabeth. I want to do it too, but time ... doesn't permit. Is there 
anything else?"

Her face was a mask of disappointment, but she managed to control 
herself.

"Christi is going to hate me. I know it. But what about you?"

"Me?"

"Yeah. Make love to me?"

That threw me. The girl wanting to make love to me. Offering herself, 
as her last wish on this timeline.

I sat there stunned. I actually thought I saw her grin slowly, proud 
of herself that she'd managed to shock me.

She spoke gently. "If I let you tie me to the bed, could you make me 
feel that multiple orgasm thing again?"

I had no idea. I only knew that last time, I'd whipped her while she 
was being licked. I wasn't sure I could raise her to the right level 
of stimulation on my own. And I didn't want to involve Christi and 
Jane at this time. Not without their consent. And I had a funny 
feeling that they wouldn't consent, given a true choice.

I took a deep breath. "Elizabeth. I really don't know if I can take 
you there. I can try, but you'll have to accept whatever I do to you. 
And I still can't guarantee that you'll have a multiple climax."

"What other choice do I have?"

I shrugged. "Will you be disappointed if you don't have a multiple 
orgasm?" I asked her gently.

She thought about it for a moment then shook her pretty head. "As long 
as it's interesting and pleasurable. That's all I can ask, isn't it?"

"That's all you can ask in real life as well."

She took another deep breath. "I wish I could remember that advice in 
real life." She leaned forward, her bound hands resting on my thigh. 
She kissed me gently.

Without releasing her hands, I guided her to her bare feet and onto 
the bed. I lay her back, stretching her out, gently guiding her bound 
hands above her head, spreading her ankles to the sides of the bed. 
She shivered, but held the position.

"You sure you want to do this?" I asked her gently.

She nodded.

I fished around in the pack, finding some soft cord which I used to 
gently secure her to the bed posts. I pulled her bare body taut, 
watching as she tested each restraint by pulling gently against it.

"I can't move," she remarked unnecessarily.

I sat cross legged between her spread thighs and looked her over. She 
flushed, but didn't have much choice but to lay there and accept my 
gaze. It wasn't as though she'd never been tied down before, it was 
just that this time it was by her permission and desire. Not mine.

Don't get me wrong. I desired it as well. It was unrealistic, I knew, 
but I sort of wished that they all would choose a bit of fun in 
bondage as their last wish on this time line. I smiled to her.

"Elizabeth. I want you to listen carefully. This isn't my game. This 
is yours. I'm going to do things to you, that I think are going to 
make you feel good, and perhaps raise you up high enough to really 
orgasm. I might hurt you," I spoke quietly.

She flushed deeply at the words, getting a very frightened look on her 
face. She hadn't expected that I might hurt her after she allowed 
herself to be rendered helpless. She began to protest, but I leaned 
forward and touched her lips, urging her to be quiet.

"If it were my game," I continued, "I'd hurt you as long and as hard 
as I liked. It wouldn't matter how much you think you can take." I 
paused to let that sink in. She paled even further. "But, this isn't 
my game. We're doing this for you, this time. Understand?"

She nodded, still pale. She didn't want to be hurt unbearably. And I 
couldn't blame her. But I knew that she needed some extra stimulation 
if she wanted to orgasm as heavily as she wanted.

"I'm going to give you a safeword. Do you know what that is?"

She shook her pretty head, afraid to speak. She was pulling again at 
her ropes.

"I want you to be able to protest, scream, do whatever you want to do, 
but not stop me. Okay?"

She looked confused but I continued on.

"A safeword is something that will stop the play. I will stop when you 
use it. But a word of caution. I'll try to keep things within your 
limits, this time. For you. But if you stop it ... then we both have 
to decide to continue. You might not get to continue if I stop. Okay?"

Understanding finally lit her eyes. She nodded silently. Still not 
wanting to interrupt. The concept was fascinating to her. She'd be 
able to scream, and protest but I wouldn't stop. But she still could 
stop if she wanted. This was so unlike anything else I'd ever done to 
her. She had never had the option of stopping me before, no matter how 
uncomfortable she was.

"Do you have any suggestions for safeword?"

"How about 'safeword'," she replied unimaginatively. It would have 
worked, but I preferred something with more flair.

"Try again," I prodded her thigh with a finger.

She swallowed. "How about 'Lazarus'"

That had a nice ring to it, and she was unlikely to use it in any 
cursing I might wring from her vocal chords. At least not 
accidentally.

"Alright. Are you ready?"

She nodded, a smile playing about her lips. Those lips that with any 
luck I'd have begging soon enough. And by her request.





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