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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-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


[Chapter 10 - Time Out Of Time]

I had her sit in one of the visitor's chairs in the corner of the room.

Nervously, she sat down. I removed the handcuffs from her wrists and
moved
her arms back behind her and behind the chair. I snapped the handcuffs
back
on her, and she winced.

I wrapped her ankles in rope, holding them to the chair.

"Please, you know you don't have to tie me up. I'm not going anywhere.
Please."

"I just need you out of the way for a while."

"Please don't punish me. I did everything you asked."

I guess she was thinking of Kimberly in the store, tied in a similar
manner.
To a chair, naked.

"You aren't going to be punished. Just tied up for a while. I'll let
you out.
I promise. You did well. I just need to do something. And you can't be
around
in that state."

"Where are you going? How long are we going to be here? You are going to
grab another one aren't you?"

"All in good time. I will be back though."

I quickly stepped to the door and was through it. I waited for a few
minutes
on the other side of the door. I could hear the two women talking softly
in the office, trying to make sense of their situation. Probably
trying to
figure out a way out of this. At least for Linda. I'm not sure if
Christi
wanted out before she had a chance to enjoy no responsibility.

Andrea was a younger woman, probably mid-twenties. Fantastic boobs.
Short
brunette hair. Good figure. 

I sat down in her cramped cubicle on the corner of her desk. I hid the
gun.
I didn't want to panic her. I wanted her cooperation. I needed to talk
to
her. If necessary, I would use the gun to get her to do what I wanted.
I extended normal time to encompass her cubicle and she continued
reaching 
for the appointment book which she had been doing when I stopped the
world. 
To her it would have seemed like I had just appeared out of nowhere.
Her 
startled scream echoed through the still office.

"Where the hell did you come from?" asked the surprised woman. Other
than
the initial screech, she had composed herself PDQ. If she had noticed
how
quiet the rest of the world seemed, she didn't say anything.

"Magic," I smiled winningly at her. "Your name is Andrea?"

"Yeah? Who the hell are you?"

I realized that I hadn't given anyone in this timeline my name. Not even
Christi or her mother knew the name of the man that was humiliating and 
tormenting them.

"Doesn't matter. Can I show you something?"

Wary. "I guess, but I have a lot of work to do."

I led Andrea to the adjoining cube. Her eyes widened as she saw her
workmate,
frozen, unmoving. I pointed to the frozen woman. "Who's that?"

"That's Jackie Kimpton," she said bewildered and probably a bit
concerned.
"What have you done to her."

"Nothing, just frozen things."

"What? How? Why?" Andrea was starting to get confused. She wandered
forward
and touched Jackie's face. She withdrew her finger.

"Yeah, she's not aware of anything. Just frozen. I can make her
unfreeze if
you like, but I want to show you something. I want you to understand."

"All right," still wary but not knowing what was going on.

I wandered up to Jackie, and readied myself. I cast a bubble of time
around
her. Her eyes opened wide as she saw me appear in front of her as if
from
thin air. I quickly slapped her face before she had any idea what was
happening.
Jackie screamed. Andrea screamed. And I removed the sphere of
influence that
had surrounded Jackie. She snapped back to her initial position as
though
nothing had happened.

I turned to Andrea, who was indignant. "What the hell did you do that
for?"

"Look at her. She is in the same position as she was before. No hand
mark.
No pain. Nothing happened."

"But you slapped her for no reason. I saw you do it."

"Correct, but this is what I wanted to show you. When I restart the
world,
she will not remember anything. No slap. She won't even remember that
she
had been unfrozen." I didn't feel like explaining the physics of time
manipulation to Andrea.

"Cool, I guess. But why am I awake?"

"Andrea, how do you like your boss?"

Bewildered by the abrupt change of conversation, she replied warily,
"Ms. 
LaSalle? Alright, I guess."

"Just alright?"

"She can be a bit of a dragon."

"Even think of getting back at her?"

"Sure, I guess. Doesn't every secretary?"

"I'll make a deal with you. Remember how I snapped Jackie in and out?
I have to do that to everyone. I can't selectively wake someone and then
have them keep their memories of this place and time. You included. If
I wanted to I could put you back at your desk now and this
conversation would
have never happened. Or I can keep you awake until I restart the world,
at which point you are going to snap back to your desk as though nothing
ever happened. Same difference. Understand?"

"Sort of."

"How would you like to get back at your boss? Have her as your slave for
a few hours?"

"I'd pay you."

"I may take you up on that, but I doubt if I'd want money." Andrea
smiled
knowingly and licked her lips, surprising the hell out of me. "Anyway,
while 
you were sleeping at your desk, I have been having some fun with your
boss, 
Linda."

"You're kidding."

"Nope. She's currently in ... an awkward position. Go on in."

Andrea was about to knock on the door out of habit, but I stayed her
arm.

"You are the boss now."

Andrea gripped the door knob and pushed, letting herself into Linda's
office.
She gasped as she saw her sobbing boss tied up naked across the desk.

"Oh my God."

"Andrea?", the naked woman asked through her quiet tears. 

"Ms. LaSalle?"

She hadn't noticed Christi tied to the chair in the corner yet.

Andrea turned to me. "I don't know if I can do this."

"Well, that's up to you. I'm going to leave you with Linda. What you
do with
her is entirely up to you. You can let her go if you like. But keep in
mind
that Linda will do whatever you say," I turned to the bound woman on
the desk. 
"Won't you?".

"Jesus. Please don't do this. I can't."

I walked over and picked up the paddle.

"God. Please no more. My poor tits. Please no more, argh ahhhhhh.
Goddamn
that hurts. Please. I'll do whatever she says, just don't hit my tits
again.
Please."

Andrea had a strange smile on her face.

"What can I do to her?"

"Pretty much anything you want. Remember that she'll revert back as
though
nothing happened when I restart the world. You won't remember it either;
may as well have fun now. Just don't leave the office. If you do,
you'll just
revert back to your frozen state before I woke you. End of fun."

To my surprise, Andrea hooked her fingers into the waistband of her
skirt and
slipped it down her legs. She wasn't wearing any underwear.

I just stared at her.

"Don't look so surprised. I used to be a stripper before I got this
job. I
don't mind being naked. I ain't shy." Andrea saw that I was surprised
about 
her lack of underwear. "I don't wear panties. Find them uncomfortable."
She shrugged.

I just shook my head and turned to Christi. She was staring ahead at her
nude bound mother and her secretary, bottomless, heading towards the
desk.

I used a knife to cut the bindings holding Christi's bare ankles to the
chair she was in. She gratefully flexed her calves and rose out of the
chair, her hands still cuffed behind her.

I walked Christi towards the door, looking back to see Andrea
straddling 
her boss's head, pinching her sore nipples, caressing her own and
forcing 
Linda to lift her head to tongue her. I left some toys for Andrea,
some cuffs, 
the paddle and some rope. I'm sure that she put them to good use.

"Alright girls, I may be back to check on you," looking at Andrea. "And
to collect on your debt."

Andrea took her fingers away from fondling Linda's breast long enough to
wave, and then turned back to her task as I shook my head and led
Christi 
out of the room, allowing her one last look at her mother, nude,
humiliated 
and raped by her secretary.





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