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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 128 - Time Out Of Time

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By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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I wandered back a few meters and sat down in the grass. I watched the 
two girls as they slowly moved together. Jane's eyes were closed as 
she absorbed the sensations from Christi's fingers and tongue, and the 
throbs from her bound and clamped breasts. She was breathing heavily 
and I was surprised that Christi was able to hold her on the edge 
without letting her over. I was actually surprised that Jane wasn't 
falling over the edge at the slightest touch of wind.

I watched them for a few more minutes, just enjoying the sight of 
them. Jane's nudity and helplessness, her gagged mouth, her brown hair 
cascading behind her, her soft muffled moans. Christi, still clothed, 
kneeling easily in the grass, concentrating. Her upturned bare feet 
buried into the soft blades of grass even looked beautiful as she 
knelt there. I couldn't let them go. They were simply too precious. 
How could I?

I took a deep breath and rose to my feet. I gently touched Christi's 
shoulder causing her to break away from her pleasant task. She left 
her two fingers buried inside of Jane, but turned her head to look up 
at me, questions flowing across her face.

"Can I let her cum?" she asked quietly, still pumping gently with her 
right hand. I could see Jane's lubrication coating Christi's fingers. 
Jane was nodding and moaning, desperately wanting her release.

I gently shook my head, leaned down and gently pulled Christi's arm so 
that it withdrew from teasing Jane. Jane cried out through her gag, 
tears forming in her eyes. I could see the arousal painted on her 
face, her disappointment, her need.

Slowly I guided Christi to her bare feet, taking her a few meters from 
Jane. As she rose, she moved to wipe her fingers on her jeans. I 
softly touched her hand, feeling the wetness myself, stopping her from 
doing so. She looked at me quizzically until comprehension dawned on 
her. She was used to the taste anyway from tonguing Jane so she didn't 
protest as she licked her fingers clean.

We sat in the grass, our legs outstretched. Christi's eyes were glued 
to the crying female with her arms held above her. The female that 
she'd just been stopped from pleasuring. Her friend that only wanted 
an orgasm, more than she even wanted to be let out of her restraints, 
more than anything else in the world.

She spoke softly, "She needs release."

"I know. She'll get it."

"She'll hurt herself when she ... you finally let her."

"I'll try to make sure she doesn't."

We were silent for a moment, both captivated by the sight of Jane.

"She's only seventeen," Christi spoke again. "I couldn't imagine 
myself being as strong as her at seventeen."

"She's incredible. But you all are. Were."

Christi turned her eyes from Jane and looked at me.

"I don't want to go back."

"I know. I don't want to send you back."

"I want to use my one wish. Will you let me?"

I had wanted to finish with Jane before we got into this with Christi, 
but I shrugged. I wanted Jane to be beyond ready, insane before I 
finished with her. I wanted the proverbial earth to move for her. I 
nodded.

I waited for a few minutes, but Christi took her time. Perhaps 
savouring the moment.

She started haltingly, "I. I know this sounds crazy. And it probably 
is. But. I. I really don't want to go back. I like it here despite 
what you do to us. Maybe the effect won't come after you've let 
everyone else go. Maybe we'll be okay, just the two of us."

I started to protest. It wasn't the number of bubbles, or the 
difficulty of maintaining them. It was the fact that I was on the 
wrong timeline, maintaining anything beyond the primary timeline. She 
held her finger to my lips, so soft.

She continued, "I. I want my last wish to be not to stop this. Send 
Jane back, and ..."

Her eyes teared up as I slowly shook my head.

"Christi, dear. I'd do anything to keep us here, but I can't. We have 
to leave. It's too dangerous. Even us being here now is dangerous. 
It's your life ... and mine ... that we're talking about here. I'm not 
willing to risk your existence."

A single tear dripped down her soft cheek. She seemed resigned as if 
she'd known what the answer would be.

"I am," she whispered. I didn't reply to her. There wasn't a reply. 
She may have been willing to risk herself, but I wasn't.

She spoke softly, I doubt if Jane could hear. Not that she would be 
listening to us anyway.

"It seems so long ago," she almost whispered. "You pointed a gun at 
me, and I swore I'd do anything to kill you. I'd do anything to 
escape. And you did such awful things. Made me do such awful things. 
I. I hated you. But you never whipped me. I don't know why ..." her 
voice trailed off.

She seemed to want an answer from me. One I didn't have. I just 
watched her face. She was crying softly as she spoke.

At last, she found her voice again and continued.

"I don't know why. It's dumb. I'm dumb. But every time you touched 
Jane, or Amy, or Elizabeth, I felt an ache. I still do, though I'm 
getting used to it. I cared about you. I know that you can't care 
about me the same way, and it hurts, but I've learned to accept it and 
be quiet ..." she paused for a moment. "Jane told me not to do this. 
And I love her. I love her almost as much as I've loved anyone. You 
taught me that. That it was alright to love someone, even if it was 
crazy or if she was the same sex as I was. I wish that I could 
remember all this when I go back."

I swallowed, not sure if I should let her ramble on, or stop her 
before she said something she'd regret. Jane was probably right, 
Christi probably should have kept these things to herself. For the 
sake of her own sanity. On the other hand, it seemed like it was 
helping her, so I sat back and allowed her to talk about her heart.

Her soft voice continued. "I know that I've changed from the girl you 
took so long ago. I'm still her, but I feel better about myself. I 
know that sounds insane, and maybe it is. I had this dominant 
personality before. You never really saw it, because you had never met 
me in any other situation than being ultimately under your control. I 
guess I still am dominant. Whipping Jane did turn me on, much as I 
hate to admit it. But I don't mind being under your control. Oh God. 
Jane, I'm sorry. I'd be happy being under your control forever. I 
don't know why, but I'd like to. And I'll never get that chance. I 
love you, and I don't even know your name."

I closed my eyes. Underneath, somewhere, I knew that about Christi. I 
knew that this was going to happen. Jane had warned me long, long ago. 
Begged me not to do this to the female sitting in the grass beside me. 
I couldn't love her as much as she loved me, and I think she knew 
that. It didn't matter to her. Love is a strange thing. But I still 
felt like I was taking advantage of her. In my own way, I suppose that 
I did love her. But I loved all of them.

When I opened my eyes, she was kneeling in the grass beside me, facing 
me. Her bright blue eyes shone into me, tears still falling gently. 
Again she spoke softly, in a whisper.

"I so much wanted to use my wish to make you love me as I think I love 
you. But I know that you can't, so I won't even ask."

Her tears began to fall even faster from her eyes. She continued and I 
could barely hear her, even though she was only millimeters from my 
face.

"I want to make love to you," she said. "One last time, before we go. 
That's something that you can't refuse. Is it?"

I shook my head. I wasn't about to say no to that. Even if I couldn't 
fall in love with her the way she wanted, I could do this for her.

Her tears began to fall harder as she forced herself to continue.

"I don't want you to gag me. Even if I slip and say something that I 
shouldn't while we make love. Okay?"

I nodded. I wasn't going to punish her for anything. She was far too 
precious to me at this point. I may have briefly fallen for her, 
despite all my defenses.

"If you want to tie me up for this, I don't mind."

"Do *you* want to be tied up?" I asked her.

She thought about it for a moment and then slowly shook her head.

"I want to be able to touch you, if you'll let me."

I nodded. This was her wish, so her desires went. For now.

Her tears still hadn't stopped. Her fingers were playing with the 
bottom of her sweater. She took a deep breath and I thought that she 
was going to remove it for the last time.

Instead, she released the sweater and looked into my eyes. Her tears 
were still falling slowly and silently, but not in a flood. Just soft 
female crying because she didn't know what else to do.

"I. You," she stammered. "If you want to cut these off me, I don't 
mind. Or I can take it off. Or you can ..."

I was tempted to ask her again what she wanted, but I didn't. I could 
tell from her voice what she wanted.

"Christi?"

She looked up at me as I reached forward and tugged at her top. I 
closed my eyes as I pulled it over her head. She raised her arms to 
help. When I opened them, she was still kneeling, but bare chested. 
Her nipples were hard and they rose and fell rapidly with her 
breathing. She stood, balancing easily on her bare feet. She quickly 
unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down her long legs. They pooled 
at her ankles and she stepped out of them.

She was absolutely stunning. I had seen her naked before, many times. 
Had seen her naked and restrained. Had seen her hurting. Had seen her 
pleading. Had seen her upset, angry, loving, shy, and noble. Nothing 
compared to her nudity right here and now washed in the morning 
sunlight. She stood there for a moment, taking in my stare and gently 
laughing. Tears were still falling from her eyes, but that was easing.

"I told you, I'd cry when you made me strip."

"I'm not making you strip."

"I know. It's still hard," she whispered.

I nodded as she knelt back down. I felt her soft body as it pressed 
into mine as she embraced me. Her soft lips found mine and kissed with 
a passion that I had never felt from any of the girls before. I fell 
into her lips and her breath. I felt her fingers tugging at my 
clothing, felt the fabric parting and slipping from my skin. I helped 
her and soon I was as naked as she. The grass felt wonderful against 
my back and legs. I was overwhelmed by the sheer exposure.

I felt her lips leave mine and her tongue softly tracing down my skin. 
I felt her hot breath tickling my pubic hair as she began to gently 
lick at me. Her fingers played with my skin, her bare breasts lightly 
brushing the insides of my thighs. Despite the amount of sex that I'd 
already enjoyed today, I found myself reacting to her caresses and her 
mouth. Soon I was hard and accepting the warmth of her tongue. I could 
feel every small sensation from her breath from her nose to her teeth 
lightly grazing my penis. I opened my eyes, feeling Jane watching us.

Over Christi's bent form I could see the poor girl, still restrained 
and gagged, watching us. We were so free, allowed to enjoy ourselves. 
Such a contrast to her intense frustration.

I gasped as Christi's mouth left me. I felt empty, like I needed to 
have her connection. Needed her touch on me. She shifted herself, her 
bare legs spreading. She straddled me, her fingers guiding me.

She gasped as my penis touched her lips. I could feel her arousal.

"Christi?" I whispered to her.

She glanced up at me, frightened that she had done something wrong. 
She halted before I entered her.

I reached for my jeans that were lying in the grass beside me. I could 
feel Christi trembling above me, not sure what I was doing.

I fished a small chrome key out of my front pocket and held it out to 
her.

"Now?" she whispered, disbelief on her face.

I slowly nodded, not wanting to. I wanted to be in her, with her, 
almost more than anything else in the world.

She swallowed heavily and sat back, letting me fall free of her 
fingers. I could feel her heat on my thighs as she sighed. She was 
flushed, her nipples like small bullets. She idly stroked her left 
nipple with her fingers as she reached for the key.

She struggled to her feet as I lay there, unmoving. I watched as she 
gave me a dirty look, but continued the few steps towards Jane. Again 
she touched herself, between her legs. If I wasn't mistaken she'd 
actually run the key through her lips. She swayed, wanting touches, 
wanting love, wanting to touch.

She carefully hugged Jane, careful of her bound breasts, careful of 
her nipples still painfully clamped. She kissed her on the lips, her 
lips tracing Jane's stretched lips around the gag.

Jane looked at her with pleading eyes. Her arms had been stretched 
above her for so long. They had to be aching horribly. There was some 
dried blood that had run down her right arm from where she'd cut 
herself against the handcuff.

Christi turned towards me. "Can I take out her gag? Please?"

I shook my head. I wanted her gagged for a little while more. I just 
wanted her free of the tree.

Christi stretched up on her toes and carefully inserted the chrome key 
I'd given to her into the cuffs. The right cuff snapped free with a 
jolt. Her support gone, Jane collapsed to her knees in the grass. Her 
face was a mask of pain as her hands immediately went to cradle her 
bouncing breasts. She fingered the nipple clamps, gasping through the 
gag, but didn't make any move to remove them or the bindings on her 
breasts. I couldn't imagine the pain that she was enduring. Her 
breasts were beginning to fade from red to a light shade of blue. I 
wouldn't be able, nor did I want, to leave her in the torments very 
much longer.

"Behind her, Christi."

Jane gave me a pleading look. One of those 
haven't-I-been-through-enough, looks. I couldn't blame her. She was 
aching, and not simply from the bondage. I was surprised that she 
hadn't plunged a hand between her legs as soon as she fell.

Christi gave me a dirty look as well, but she obeyed. Jane didn't 
resist as Christi pulled her hands behind her back and refastened 
them. Jane pulled in frustration at her wrists but she was probably 
glad that I'd released her from the tree.

"Help her, Christi. Come here. Both of you."

Between them, the girls struggled through the grass. Jane still on her 
knees. Jane knelt there quietly, not being able to speak.

I sat up, suddenly conscious of my nudity.

"Jane?" I spoke gently to her.

She looked at me with tear streaked eyes. She began to cry again, 
mostly from frustration, I suspect. She really didn't like gags.

I motioned for Christi to remove it. She fumbled behind Jane's head 
for a moment, but eventually succeeded. Jane pushed it out of her 
mouth into Christi's hand.

"Please," she begged.

"Do you need the nipple clamps off as well?" I asked her gently.

She knelt and thought about it. She, of course, wanted them off but 
she had something else on her mind. She turned slowly to Christi. It 
seemed so surreal, this bound and naked girl talking so easily to the 
other free girl.

"Christi? Sweety? I won't ask if you don't want me to."

Jane's face was completely flushed. I had no idea what was flowing 
through that pretty head of hers.

Christi turned her head away and closed her eyes. I could almost see 
the wheels turning. She obviously knew what Jane was talking about. 
Slowly, Christi turned her eyes back to Jane's earnest face. She 
nodded slowly as though she was giving orders to a firing squad to 
terminate a life.

Jane licked her lips and whispered, "Thank, you, Christi. I love you."

Christi just nodded, tears springing to her eyes again.

Jane took a huge breath and spoke to me, her voice calm and studied, 
almost as though she'd rehearsed this.

"I. I've had to have sex for you. A lot. And I can't say I always 
enjoyed it. But you've taught me so much about myself, and my 
sexuality, and my mind. I'm not like Christi. I love her dearly, 
perhaps more than I should, and I didn't want to hurt her."

At this point she turned to the other girl. She whispered a quick 
apology again,

"I know I'm hurting you Christi, and I wouldn't, but this is my last 
chance. Please. I know you love him, and I don't, but this. This is my 
last chance. My only chance. I do love you."

She turned back to me, tears now coursing down her cheeks. Christi had 
simply looked away.

"I. I don't love you, and I never will. I care about you, and though 
it sounds strange I appreciate some of what you've taught to me. I'm 
not sure I'll ever be everything I can be, but this ... situation ... 
has allowed me to do things I might never ever get to do again." She 
paused as though to gather her courage. "I. I. I don't care if you 
untie me. Whatever you want. But I want to make love to you. Once 
before you send me away. Please?"

I couldn't say no to her. Both these girls were special to me. But her 
request had surprised me a little. Jane had offered herself so often. 
And I'd never taken advantage of it. I'm not quite sure why. Jane was 
strong, and rebellious, and so perceptive. I guess I never thought of 
her as needing this. That somehow she could get what she needed no 
matter what I did to her. She simply wanted the experience. I knew 
that she couldn't love me, but I suspected that she cared. Somehow.

I turned to Christi, who was kneeling quietly beside Jane. She was 
wiping at tears again which were falling from her eyes.

"Christi?" I spoke quietly to her. "You don't have to stay here if you 
don't want. I'll come get you when we're done."

This caused further tears to fall from her eyes. Her sobs hurt me, as 
I'm sure they hurt Jane.

"Christi," Jane spoke quietly. "I don't have to do this. I can do 
myself. Or maybe I could do it with you instead. That time we were 
together. I mean, when we were in there," she glanced up at Mayer's 
window, "It was really special to me. I loved you. And I still do. I 
don't want to hurt you."

Christi spoke gently. "Don't. I'll be fine. I've shared before, and 
... I'm used to it. I think."

"No you aren't, and you never will be," Jane spoke. I have no idea how 
this girl maintained her composure being bound with her nipples on 
fire. "I don't have to do this."

Christi turned and touched Jane's face. "I love you too. I don't know 
how, or why, but I do. You deserve this. More than anyone, including 
me. We can share," her face had set into a mask of determination. She 
was sacrificing for Jane. She really did care for Jane, and always 
had. She leaned forward and gently kissed Jane's lips.

Jane nodded. "Thank-you," she whispered.

Christi turned towards me and came to some decision.

"I'll stay, if you'll let me."





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