Message-ID: <7050eli$9801061712@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/7050.txt> From: Crimson Dragon <dcrimson@yahoo.com> Subject: Time Out Of Time (Pre + Chapter 1) [Mf, MFf, bd, exh, sm, inc, nc] 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: <19980106053721.18927.rocketmail@send1a.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. 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 Prelude ======= Timelines are such convoluted things. Where does one stop? One begin? Who controls them? There are those that believe that one is a master of one's own destiny. There are others who believe that one's fate is planned. One cannot escape one's destiny. Does one timeline get created with each action? Or is there only one path through the dimension we know as time? What are the consequences if one could control time? Change the direction? Mark the beginning and end of time? Direct time, if you will? Does paradox stealthily creep in? Or is time like a road, where one might mark the off ramp and return back whence one came? Is time of a discrete nature? Can we mark a point in time to return to? Truthfully, I doubt if anyone will ever resolve these age old questions. But, I find I must consider these possibilities with these damnable equations. Months, years, I have pored over ancient texts, and modern lore. Calculus, algebra, philosophy, occult, astrology. All brought together in an eclectic brew of science and pseudo-science. The equations written down in this sheaf of notes say the impossible. That there is no boundary between energy, mass, time and thought. That through thought we may control the universe around us. That thought may be the only physical way we have to control that most elusive of the elements, time itself. These equations define the impossible. I close my eyes, concentrate on the channel, concentrate on the age old symbols. The ancient symbols of power that slipped back to the days of the Druids, who only brushed against the meaning of what they had found. A moment of dizziness. I feel like I am being pulled through a tunnel; a tunnel without beginning or end. I concentrate on the marking of the timeline. A huge wave of dizziness and nausea, as I tumbled to the lab floor. I shake my head, slowly opening my eyes to a different world ... I stand, slowly glancing around. It is so quiet. Normally the lab is noisy, air ducts whirling, secretaries mumbling in the background. Complete silence. The dizziness fades quickly, the nausea completely disappears. I glance around the lab. The tap that normally drips no longer does. I wander over to it. Look with wonder at the drop of water hanging in the air halfway between the faucet and the sink below. I have stopped time. The equations predicted this. Everything outside my sphere of influence experiences time cessation. Time is no longer a dimension for anything outside my sphere of influence. Concentrating again, the sphere expands, until I feel and see it intersect with the suspended water droplet. I watch as time reasserts itself on the liquid and it drops to the sink below. I realize that the equations say that I can extend this sphere as large or as small as I want. Create pockets of time. Attach time to matter. I collapse the field to encompass only my body. I still have my doubts of paradox. What happens when an object leaves the sphere of influence? I watch amazed as the droplet of water instantaneously reverts to its former time. Boom, the water re suspends itself back to the time when time stood still. Wandering out to the secretaries, I notice their frozen forms, in the midst of answering the phone, typing, etc. Overwhelmed, I retreat back to the lab. I concentrate on the equations and symbols. The buzzing in my ears, the dizziness returns. A moment of incredible vertigo. Suddenly, the world just began again. The noise. The water dripping. The secretaries murmuring. I slump against the lab desk and sigh in relief. It works. [Chapter 1] Time out of time ================ The possibilities were endless. I could do whatever I wanted, and never suffer the consequences. I could nearly effortlessly jump timelines. The power was nearly overwhelming. Outrageousness was my mantra. Nothing, no experiences were beyond my abilities to stage. I simply marked my departure from the prime timeline, and began the events that would define the adventure. When I had finished with the timeline, I simply returned to timeline prime and voila, it was as though nothing had ever happened. Only my memories remained of the extinct timeline. The power was heady. I began my first adventure early in the first week after the power had made itself known to me. I had found that I could mark multiple time along the timeline and return to any with simply a thought. After marking some safe times, I wandered off to find a weapon store. Having never owned a gun in my life, I figured it was about time. The trick was to mark the time before I owned it. That way I could always return to a time before I owned a weapon if something went awry. After picking up a hand gun. I stopped time. I wandered through the empty city as though I owned the place. My feet took me into a quiet suburb where I began my search. I picked a small side street where it appeared that there wouldn't normally be any trouble. With time stopped and no chance of being caught, I began to break systematically into the houses along the street. Nobody home in the first house. Second house had a dowdy housewife watching some soap opera. Third house, I couldn't believe my eyes. I wandered into the living room, poking into drawers and closets along the way. Here I found a woman, couldn't have been more than 18 or so, in the middle of exercising when I stopped the clock. She had all the curtains drawn on the place and was currently in the middle of a left lunge. Buck naked. I could still see the instructor image burned into the frozen phosphor on the television that she was exercising to. I quickly checked out the rest of the house. Completely empty. I returned to the living room and checked out her nude, frozen form. She was quite a lady. Long trim legs. Perfect breasts. Cute face. Long blond hair pulled up into a pony tail for her exercising. I could still see the sweat on her body from her exercising. This I had to see. I moved off to the kitchen where I still had a good view of her, but it was unlikely that she'd see me unless I wanted her to. I extended the sphere of influence to encompass the house. Suddenly the scene in front of me jumped to life. The girl instantly resumed her exercising. I watched her lithe body stretch and move. Her muscles tight and firm dancing across the floor in front of me. I watched for about half hour, after which the exercise tape was over and the woman collapsed on the floor, breasts heaving with exhaustion. I watched, amazed, as she moved her right hand slowly tracing down her bare body, caressing it, until it came to a rest between her legs. I watched as she slowly lost herself in her own ecstasy and came loudly on the carpet. Her breathing began to slow, as I walked out of the kitchen. She must have sensed me, because she came up to a sitting position almost instantaneously, her eyes wide, her hands flying up to cover her breasts. Her eyes immediately jumped to the gun I was holding in my left hand, widening still further and she began to shake. "Calm down," I said to her, "I won't hurt you." "Wh-wh-wh-at do you want?", she asked just above a whisper. I sat down on the couch, leaving her huddling on the ground in front of me. "Your name?". "Why should I tell you that? What do you want from me?" I turned the gun towards the ceiling and let a shot go. The load report surprised even me, but the girl on the ground in front of me screamed. "Christi. Christi Lasalle. Please don't hurt me. Please." "Okay, Christi. That's a pretty name. Do you live here alone?" "Yes. I mean no. My mother lives here too but she works." "No father? Brothers? Sisters?" "N-n-no. Not here." "Why were you exercising like that? Nude I mean?" "Oh, please let me go?" "Why were you exercising like that? I'm not going to ask again". I just ignored her plea, and leveled the gun at her. "Because I'm more comfortable like this when I'm exercising. Can I get some clothes please?", she quickly replied, eyeing the gun. "No. I like you like that." "Oh God." "Alright, on your feet." I waved the gun at her again. She scrambled to her feet, still trying to cover herself. I let her for now. Lots of time to play later. "Okay, I want you to walk ahead of me, not too far, we are going to the store." "Like this? Please, you'll get caught. Don't make me do this. Please." "Come on." She marched ahead of me as I pressed the gun into her bare back. She gingerly opened the front door and stepped through. I guess at this point she figured that somebody would see her and call the cops. She stared at the still world in front of her, not quite comprehending what was happening to her. Cars stopped on the road. People frozen in midstep. Birds caught in mid-air. "What's going on?" she asked in a very bewildered voice. "Shut up and march." I motioned her to walk down the middle of the street. Even though it was pretty obvious that nobody was going to notice us, I suspect she had some real trouble getting used to the idea that she was completely naked, walking down the middle of the street. We walked down the street to the nearest hardware store. I forced Christi to get a shopping cart as we wandered the still store. I had her pick up multiple coils of rope, chain, a dog collar, clothespins, dowels, eyebolts, drills, and various other seemingly innocent hardware. I could see her shuddering as she realized what these seemingly innocent items might be used for. I saw her glancing around seeing if there was a way to escape. "You want to escape don't you?" "N-n-n-oooo." she almost wailed. Afraid of what was going to happen to her. "Try. I won't shoot you. Promise." I needed her to realize what was happening to her. That escape was near impossible. Even if I didn't have a gun. She looked at me with hopeful eyes. She didn't have to be told twice. Her long legs took her in flight as fast as a frightened hare. I watched quietly as she reached the front doors and forced them open. I concentrated on narrowing the sphere, so that when she passed outside of the doors, she fell out of time. I slowed time to a crawl as she passed the glass doors and watched as her nude form became exceptionally slow, almost to the point of stopped. If I had stopped time, then she would have passed beyond the time event horizon and found herself back in the livingroom in exactly the way I found her. Then we'd have to go through all this again. Though I didn't mind that, I kind of wanted to continue with this adventure and see where it took us. _________________________________________________________ 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>