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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 125 - Time Out Of Time

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By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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I rose from my chair. Leaving Jane kneeling on the floor, I approached 
Christi. She looked up at me as I approached, her blue eyes boring 
into me.

She remained seated, so I ended up towering over her. She held my eyes 
with her own and licked her lips.

"Just because I've agreed to help you with Jane doesn't mean I've 
given up my wish."

I was aware of that, but I thought that given her position, her words 
were a bit spunky.

"You would have helped if I'd told you to anyway. I haven't let you go 
yet."

She flushed a little, but lowered her eyes at my words.

I smiled, having gotten the desired effect. I continued more gently. 
"I haven't forgotten you. I'm still going to give you whatever you 
want. Just tell me when the time is right. Fair enough?"

She looked back up, a smile curling her lips. She had a secret. She 
knew exactly what she wanted, and I didn't. And she didn't have to 
tell me. I wasn't going to punish her until she told me her secret. 
Her life was changing, and even I was finding it difficult to keep her 
in the slave role. Especially as she sat there, looking up at me with 
those irresistible eyes. She was still wearing that sweater and the 
tight jeans that would have looked more at home on Jane. The only 
concession to her role as mine was the handcuffs adorning her wrists, 
that she couldn't remove. Nevertheless, she looked spectacular. She 
should have been a model.

"What?" she asked in confusion, not understanding why I was staring at 
her.

I decided to tell her. "You should be a model."

She flushed. "You never asked ... but I am. Or at least I was." She 
tossed her blonde hair about her shoulders and gave me one of those 
sexy pouty glances that she might throw at a camera. My heart caught 
for a moment at the sheer beauty of the pose.

I swallowed hard. I hadn't expected that. She smiled as she realized 
that she'd somehow surprised me. Though I'm not sure that she knew the 
reason. The girls seemed to revel in that. Surprising me. Or shocking 
me. Even if they didn't mean to.

Because I couldn't move my tongue anymore, I crouched down and fitted 
the chrome handcuff key into her restraints. She sat still as I 
released her wrists. I watched in fascination as her fingers gently 
massaged the skin of her wrists where the metal had held her. The 
handcuffs were still warm from her body heat. I placed them on the 
ground and looked up at her. She remained in the seat simply letting 
me regard her in silence.

Christi surprised me again when she spoke.

"Let's take her outside," she said.

I was confused, not quite understanding what she was saying. I suppose 
I'd dropped into her beauty, unaware of the other girl still kneeling 
quietly beside us.

Christi saw my confusion, and I could tell that she wasn't sure why I 
hadn't understood her. Only that I hadn't.

She continued. "Jane. Remember her? Your other slave? She and I were 
talking earlier. She wanted to go outside for this."

I turned slowly to Jane who was completely flushed. She nodded her 
head nearly imperceptibly. Christi was telling the truth.

Christi's voice continued on behind me. I felt almost intoxicated by 
the girls.

"Maybe we should use the front yard? If you agree? Then we wouldn't 
have to see Mayer? Or have you put him back already?"

I shook my head, clearing it. The spider crawled along the base of my 
head at the back. I felt the world closing in, but again it receded. I 
was grateful. Although the danger here was minimal, Christi and Jane 
would take care of me if I fell into unconsciousness, there was no 
guarantee I would wake up. If I was smart, I would let them go now. 
Forget their requests, and hightail it back to the prime time line. 
But I wasn't smart. I truly wanted to give them something. They had 
been so good to me. They deserved something. A small voice at the back 
of my brain was shouting that they didn't deserve to be trapped on 
this timeline forever or some unknown limbo, but I carefully ignored 
it. I was reasonably sure that we could get through this.

"Are you alright?" Jane asked worriedly from her kneeling position in 
front of me.

I nodded. "It didn't get me."

Jane still looked worried. "We don't have to do this. We can just go 
back. We aren't going to remember anyway. Are we?"

"You won't remember. But I'm fine now. Really."

I felt fine. As though nothing had happened at all. I just hoped that 
the next close call would happen after I'd had my time with Jane and 
Christi. Preferably while I wasn't on this timeline. Of course, the 
spiders would disappear once I regained the prime timeline.

After a moment, I moved over to Jane. I removed her handcuffs quickly, 
dropping them beside Christi's.

"Is crawling going to ruin your dress?" I asked her.

She looked puzzled. I understood. She couldn't imagine why I'd care if 
the dress was ruined. She'd figured out that she was going back as 
soon as this last scene was played out, and the dress was useless at 
that point. And I'm sure she never expected to have it covering her 
much longer in any case. She was probably surprised that she was still 
wearing it at the moment.

She shook her head and nodded at the same time. Quite a sight 
actually.

"Yes, Master," she breathed. "Crawling will ruin it. I can remove it 
if you like."

She hadn't even blinked an eye at the prospect of crawling. She'd done 
it for me before, though it had been a long time ago. But she was 
determined to play her role, accepting whatever I asked of her.

"You may keep the dress. Try not to ruin it."

"Master? Can a slave ask if she'll be punished if she ruins the 
dress?" Jane slipped easily into slave talk. I was surprised. I hadn't 
heard it from her lips for a while. I wasn't even sure she'd 
remembered how to speak that way. She was full of surprises.

"I'll decide that when you are outside."

"Yes, sir," she responded. "But, your slave begs to remove it first if 
she is going to get punished for ruining it. She knows that she is 
being punished anyway, but she doesn't want to make it worse."

Her words struck a chord in me. I was aroused simply by her manner and 
her words. I had to adjust my jeans. I couldn't believe that I could 
react so soon after Elizabeth. Jane's mouth curled into a quick grin 
as she watched me adjust myself before she caught herself and forced a 
straight face. I was going to have to punish her for that.

I answered her slowly, "Crawl with the dress. I'll decide later what 
you will be punished for."

"Yes, Master," she spoke with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. Despite 
her own willingness to be in this role, she was unable to completely 
discard her normal strong will and defiance. I loved that about her.

She carefully fell to her hands and knees, waiting for a command to 
begin crawling for me. I motioned Christi to her feet and then to 
Jane's left side. I strode to Jane's right. Jane looked up at us 
towering over her diminutive and vulnerable form with a look of worry 
on her face.

I smiled to her reassuringly. I wasn't going to hurt her yet. I 
carefully gathered up a handful of her full brown hair in my fingers, 
indicating for Christi to do the same. Christi hesitated, but reached 
down and gathered up some of Jane's hair in her hand as well.

We began walking slowly, gently tugging at Jane's hair as a leash. 
Jane cried out a little at the initial tug, but fell into a rhythm, 
moving her hands and legs in the unfamiliar and slow motion, relieving 
the pressure on her scalp. Christi and I moved along beside Jane 
matching her slow pace, not trying to hurt her. It would have been a 
simple matter to increase the pace to the point where Jane couldn't 
keep up, her scalp in agony. But I didn't. She would be uncomfortable 
enough, soon enough. Neither girl complained about the procession.

We moved slowly from the dining room, and down the main hall. The only 
sounds were Jane's laboured breathing and the whisk of her dress as it 
touched the tile. I looked back as we crossed the front door 
threshold. The mansion that had been our home. The mansion with Sheila 
and Mayer and all the good times and the bad. I felt that I'd lived 
there forever, when it had only been a few days at most. I couldn't 
believe that this was the last time I'd ever set foot in the place. It 
seemed so odd to be leading this girl outside using her hair as a 
guide. The tender soles of her bare feet upturned beneath the elegance 
of the evening gown. It all seemed so surreal and so erotic. The 
former occupants of the house would probably be shocked at the 
display, well most of them anyway.

I took a deep breath.

"Christi?"

She turned to me, waiting for instructions.

"Run upstairs and gather up the pack. Be quick, or you are going to 
join miss slave, here."

Christi flushed, remembering that essentially she was still a slave as 
well. She dropped Jane's hair that she had been gently holding. I 
watched as it fluttered back to Jane's shoulder. As Christi turned and 
quickly walked towards the stairs, I admonished her. "Run."

The denim clad girl threw a withering look over her shoulder but 
decided it was still in her best interests to do as asked, and jogged 
the last few steps. Her free breasts bounced beautifully under the top 
and her bare feet thundered as she ran up the stairs.

"You didn't have to make her run, we have time," Jane spoke from her 
hands and knees.

"I don't remember anyone asking you." I spoke half jokingly to the 
elegant girl at my feet.

Jane twisted her head as best she could, pulling her own hair in her 
attempt to find out how serious I was. When she managed to see that I 
was smiling at her, she returned to looking at the floor.

"Bastard," she mumbled.

"That earned you another couple of strokes."

"Bastard," she said more loudly.

"Hmmmm. She wants more, huh?" I speculated out loud. "Little one. You 
don't have to be defiant. All you have to do is ask, and I'll make 
sure you can't sit down for a week."

We both knew that she wouldn't feel anything at all from this in a 
week's time, but she shivered nevertheless.

"I'm sorry, Master," she apologized. It sounded sincere enough.

I heard Christi's feet thundering down the steps as she ran back. I 
suspected that she had probably dropped to a fast walk as soon as she 
was out of sight, and I could have punished her. But I wanted to save 
my creativity for Jane, who actually did want it.

Christi was out of breath, even from the short run. She was dotted 
with sweat. I liked the effect, and especially liked the effect of her 
breasts beneath the sweater still heaving as she fought for breath. 
She smiled at me as she showed me the pack in her fingers.

Without being told, she shifted the bag to her left hand and picked 
back up Jane's soft hair with her free hand. Together, the three of us 
stepped out for the last time. I took note of the address as I looked 
back. I was going to need it.

As we reached the steps to the front porch, Jane halted as Christi and 
I stepped down onto the first step.

"M-master?" Jane spoke.

"Yes slave?"

"I. I don't think I can crawl down. I'll fall."

I knew that she could do it. It would take some concentration and some 
balance. But I didn't force her.

"If you like, you can suggest an alternate."

"Add some to my punishment, instead? For not being able to do this?"

I nodded as she looked up at me, her hair still extending from her 
head to my fingers. And Christi's.

"I'll try not to scream the first two times you hit me."

A challenge. Could I make her scream anyway? I was betting I could.

"Alright, slave. On your feet."

Christi and I both released her hair at the same time and Jane 
struggled to get to her bare feet. The evening gown had worn where her 
knees had pressed into the fabric against the tile. I was quite sure 
that it had never been meant for this type of activity. I couldn't 
imagine most women crawling in that thing. Jane smiled, glad that she 
hadn't been forced to crawl down the steps. She was well aware that I 
could have forced the issue and she would have had to at least attempt 
the crawl down the steps. She was happy even if it meant making her 
later punishment harder. I could imagine that it would have been very 
painful on her unprotected knees to have to climb down. Either way, 
she was up for extra discomfort, she'd simply chosen her route.

I took Jane's hand and led her down the steps. As we reached the 
bottom, the girl automatically fell back to her knees. She rocked 
forward ready to crawl again, without being asked. I left her there, 
not taking her hair.

"Jane?"

"Yes, Master."

"Pick a tree."

"Master?"

"Just pick one."

She carefully balanced herself on one hand, centering her weight. She 
pointed to a thick trunked oak tree just off the front path.

"On your feet. You don't have to crawl."

She gave me a dirty look as she rose to her feet. One of those, 
then-why-did-you-let-me-make-a-fool-of-myself looks. She sighed and 
climbed back to her bare feet, not quite daring to voice a complaint. 
The dress was now quite dirty around her knees from her kneeling on 
the earthen path, but I had no intention of having it on her body much 
longer anyway. She knew that as well.

I took her right hand, and Christi lightly grasped her left. Jane 
shivered slightly. Probably anticipating her upcoming punishment and 
pleasures. We slowly walked towards the tree. I felt like singing 
something right out of Wizard of Oz. We made an odd sight, I would 
imagine, walking slowly hand in hand together.

Lions and tigers and bears. Oh my.

I smiled at my inner thoughts, but neither girl noticed.






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