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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 11 - Time Out Of Time]

As soon as the door shut behind us, I knelt down to Christi's bare
feet and
slipped a pair of ankle cuffs on her. I connected them together with
about
a foot and a half of chain.

"What are you doing?" she asked. "You realize that you don't have to
keep me
in chains."

I looked up at her face. "Yup. And I don't have to keep you naked
either.
But it's much more interesting." I rose from my knees and connected
the leash
to her collar. I gave it a tug and she stumbled forward, ankles
straining
at the constricting chain. She had to take short steps with her ankles
connected as they were.

"Damn this is hard to walk like this. Can't you take it off me? Please?"

"It is supposed to be hard to walk. That's the point. You better get
used to
them, we have a long walk ahead of us. Be glad I haven't put you in
high heels."

"Where are we going?" as she stumbled along behind me, trying to keep
her
balance with the cuffs restricting her to short steps and her hands
cuffed
behind her robbing her of balance.

"I think we should go to the mall. What do you think?"

"I don't think anymore." she sighed.

She had some real trouble with the hobble while going down the stairs,
but
she somehow managed. The strain in her muscles as she carefully made
her way
down seventeen flights was worth seeing, though I doubt if she
appreciated it.
But she knew better than to complain.

After exiting the building, she began to hobble towards the Jimmy. But I
grabbed her by the handcuffs on her wrists and guided her towards the
street.

"We're going to walk to the mall?" she asked incredulously. "Like
this? I'll
never make it." She was almost winded already.

"Would you prefer to crawl?"

She looked down at her still sore knees, and I saw her feel the palm
of her
hands. Tears formed in her eyes and she quietly shook her head and
began her
slow barefoot journey towards the mall.

I enjoyed the quiet, the still warm day, and lost myself in thought. I
had
no idea what we were going to do at the mall, but I was quite sure we'd
be able to think of something. Christi tried to talk to me a number of
times
but I simply ignored her, content to watch her bare body struggling
with her
bonds, trying to move as quickly as possible towards her destination.
The
sound of her bare feet moving against the hot pavement, her soft
breathing
with her efforts. Moving around the littered roadway.

Occasionally, I could see her shoulders shaking as she quietly cried
while
walking in front of me. I suppose that she still wasn't quite used to
being 
so controlled. Having no will, no way to strike back. Having to obey
every 
command, like it or not. Forced to commit incest. Forced into lesbian
acts.
Forced to come to grips with her feelings. Hating being dominated, but 
having no choice. 

Hell, thrust into a world where time had no meaning. Everything so
strange.
Naked and constantly humiliated in front of a complete stranger.
Without 
clothes or freedom for about nine hours according to my count. Forced
into
humiliating bondage. Having to let your captor tie you up with no
rhyme nor
reason. I think I'd cry too, if I was in her position.

After a couple of hours of slow walking, I got tired. I called Christi
to
a halt. She thankfully sat down in the middle of the road. I leaned
down and
removed the cuffs from her wrists, pulling her arms in front of her and
re-cuffing them. She shook her arms and looked up into my face. She was
grateful for something as simple as having her hands bound in front of
her.

"Thank you," she whispered, shame flushing her face. She began to
massage her
sore feet with her bound hands. Working the ankle cuffs into a more
comfortable
position.

"We'll take a car the rest of the way. Wait here."

She lay back on the asphalt and closed her eyes. She looked almost
peaceful
like that, stretched out nude in the middle of the road. Cuffs on her
wrists
and ankles, eyes closed. Resting. Conserving her strength.

A bit up the road, I found a car; a BMW, with two women in it.
Probably in 
their late twenties.

This was going to be a bit of a challenge. If I simply restarted time
for
them, that car was going to leap forward and before they could realize
what
was going on, would hit the truck fifty feet or so in front of them.
Judging by the speedometer, the car should stop if I could manage to
get the brakes applied in time.

Leaving the front and the back of the car immobilized in time, I re
animated
the center. I quickly opened the driver's door and waved the gun at the
driver. A nice looking redhead.

The confusion was evident in her face. One second she was driving her
car,
next second the world was stopped and some crazy guy was waving a gun
in her face. I guess she thought, irrationally, that it was a car
jacking.

"Please, take the car."

"Come on ladies, out of the car."

Bewildered, and not quite realizing the danger, they both stepped out
of the car. The other woman was a little older than the driver.
Brunette.
Alright figure.

"Wh-what do you want."

"Names?"

I could see confusion set into their faces. Their eyes locked onto the
handgun.

"Liz ... er ... Elizabeth Gerrard."

"Catherine."

I held out two pairs of handcuffs.

"Ladies, can you please put these on."

"What? You're crazy."

"Be that as it may, but I am not afraid to use this gun."

"I'm not putting those things on until I know what is going on," the
woman
named Catherine spoke up.

I let off a shot into the air. I vaguely heard a soft cry from the
direction
of where I'd left Christi. The women in front of me both screamed.

I pointed the gun at Liz's head. "Now, unless you want holes in your
pretty
body, put those things on. Behind your back." I tossed the cuffs at her
feet. She hesitated, but bent, picked them up and struggled to get them
closed around her wrists behind her back. I heard the ratchets catch
through
the still morning.

I pointed the gun at Catherine and tossed the second pair of handcuffs
at
her feet. "Put them on."

Catherine was a bit more defiant. She shook her head and just stared
back
at me. "I won't put them on and be defenseless. You'll have to shoot
me."

I just shook my head. I walked forward to Liz and grabbed her around her
throat. I pointed the pistol at her temple. I could feel Liz shaking
in my
grip. I heard her voice, trembling in fear.

"P-Please Cathy. D-Do what he says. Jesus."

Catherine glared at me, and slowly, hate in her eyes, bent down and
picked up
the cuffs. I heard them snap shut behind her back. To be sure, I had
Catherine turn around so I could see the cuffs. They looked a bit loose,
but they would hold her.

I walked Liz over to the car and used another pair of cuffs to secure
her
to the steering wheel. She had to stand with her back to the car to
accomplish this.

Catherine was still glaring at me. "What the hell do you want with us.
Let us
go and we'll not tell anyone about this. Take the car and go."

I ignored her. I grabbed her arm and marched her towards the side of the
road, the gun jammed into her ribs. She dragged her feet a bit, but
allowed
me to separate her from her friend. There was a sturdy tree growing by
the
side of the road here. I walked her to the tree. I tossed a length of
rope
over a sturdy branch, allowing it to fall to waist level. Catherine was
beginning to get nervous.

I wrapped the end of the rope around the chain holding her wrists,
checking
that the handcuffs were tight. They were. Then I used the other end of
the
rope to pull her hands up behind her back. She grunted, and eventually
ended
up bent at the waist to relieve the pressure in her shoulders.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because I want to," I decide to reply.

"You can't leave me like this."

"Why not?"

"My shoulders hurt."

"Yeah?"

"Oh God. Please let me go. Let us go."

I left her to struggle with the cuffs while I went back to see how
Christi
was doing. She was still lying in the road, hidden from the BMW by a
number
of intervening cars and trucks. I gently shook her shoulder and she
awoke
with a start.

"Oh my god, it wasn't a nightmare." She pulled against her cuffed wrists
and wiggled her ankles. "I heard a gunshot. You killed someone didn't
you?"

I smiled at her. "I could tell you anything and you wouldn't know the
truth.
But no, I didn't kill anyone. Yet."

"You took someone else. Like me. Didn't you."

"Nope. I took two."

Christi groaned. "And you want me to have sex with them I'll bet."

"Actually, I just came back to see if you were OK. You looked pretty
tired."

"I can't believe that you care."

"I need you perky for the mall." I grinned.

Christi groaned. "What are you going to do to the ones you took?"

"Don't know yet, I'm going to convince them to take us to the mall in
their
shiny BMW."

Christi lay her head back gently on the pavement and closed her eyes
again.
"I don't have to walk in these chains anymore?"

"We'll see."

"I feel sorry for them. Don't hurt them too much OK?"

"No promises. I'll come back for you when it's time to go."

I heard her sigh and watched as she fell asleep in front of me. That
pavement must have been uncomfortable, but I guess she'd been through
worse.

I rummaged through the pack that was beside the sleeping, and chained,
beauty.
I picked up a few things and wandered back to my new acquisitions.






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