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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 24 - Time Out Of Time ]

As we approached the BMW, I noticed Liz asleep, her hands still
chained to 
the steering wheel. Her breasts still bound. I'm not sure how anyone
could
sleep in that position, but she managed it.

I opened her door, waking her. She mumbled something, and then snapped
wide awake. Pulled at her cuffed wrists and moaned. I reached forward
and
released the connecting cuffs so she could move away from the steering
wheel.

"Come on, Liz, out." She managed to climb out of the car stretched as
much as
her bound wrists and breasts would allow and automatically fell to her
knees
beside the car. "Arms up." She raised her cuffed hands. Her eyes on the
new girl full of questions.

I motioned for Christi to remove the rope from her breasts. With some
difficulty, with her own hands handcuffed, Christi struggled to remove
the ropes from Liz's body.

As the blood flowed back into Liz's breasts, she gasped and then
sighed as
the omnipresent pressure against her breasts was suddenly released.

Liz looked up at me from her kneeling position and implored, "Can I ask
a question?"

"Sure." I was in a good mood.

"You promise that you won't get mad? Put those ropes back on me?"

"Nope. No promises. But ask."

"Will you let Cathy go please? I'll stay. I'll be your hostage. I'll do
whatever you want. I'll be good. I promise."

"Okay."

The stunned girl just knelt there, not believing her ears.

"Really?"

"Seriously."

I leaned into the car and popped the trunk. I walked around back of
the BMW
and lifted the naked woman out of the trunk. She squinted in the sudden
bright light.

"You've done everything I've asked. I'll send your friend back to the
frozen
state she was in when we met. Okay?"

Liz sighed. "Oh thank-you."

I placed the bound, confused naked woman into the BMW and concentrated
on
collapsing the time field around it. Before our eyes, the car and
Catherine
disappeared. Back to its original position. Back on the highway. Minus
Liz, of course.

"Okay. Now our ride is gone. I guess we walk."

I systematically removed the cuffs from all their wrists and placed them
on their hands and knees.

Christi hated crawling. "Please not crawling again. My knees are
killing me."

Not in the mood for talking, I just ignored them and let them crawl
along
the roadway like I was walking three pets.

Neither Jane or Liz had had to crawl for me yet, but they quickly
discovered
why Christi didn't like it. Their free swinging breasts as they moved.
The
humiliating position. The complete humiliation of having to move on
their
hands and knees, naked while their clothed captor walked comfortably
behind.
I watched their bare bodies move in the unusual motion. The rough
pavement 
against their palms and knees. I kept my eye on Jane who had the added
discomfort of crawling with the ankle restraints restricting the
amount she 
could move her legs.

I knew that there was a hotel a little down the road. I wanted to get
some
sleep. It had been a long day.

It took about two hours for the girls to crawl to the hotel. It took a
while
with them on their hands and knees, but I forced them all to crawl,
complaining
the whole way, up to the penthouse suite via the fire stairs.

I broke the lock on the doors and forced them open. A older man and a
young
woman were sitting on a couch watching television. It felt a little
odd to
be leading three young women crawling into the suite, naked. I'm sure
it seemed
odder to Jane, Christi and Elizabeth.

I ordered them to their feet. They all stood up and rubbed their sore
knees and palms. Christi, knowing how long I could have had them on
their
knees, whispered a word of thanks in my direction.

Ignoring the couple in the main room, I wandered through the place
with the
girls. Looked like a nice enough place. The bathroom was huge.

I took the women into the bathroom. I knelt down and removed the ankle
cuffs
from Jane. Now they were all standing waiting for orders. Nude.

"I want you all into that shower." I reached in and turned on the cold
tap.

Even if it was cold, the women gladly piled into the shower. Shivering
but
glad of being able to clean themselves. After all they'd been through I
wasn't surprised.

"I want you to wash each other while I deal with our 'guests'. You are
not
to get out, until I return for you. And no hot water."

They collectively groaned, but they knew better than to complain.

The three girls began the process of getting clean. Rubbing the dirt
out of
their hair. Rubbing the dirt out of their knees and palms. Shivering
in the
cold spray.

I wandered out to the main room. I lifted my gun and aimed it at the
young
woman. I released her from the time block. She came awake and
immediately
noticed me with the gun sitting across from her.

"What the ...?"

"Hello."

"Hello. What do you want. Dad? What have you done with him?"

"I'll ask the questions. Who are you?"

Eyeing the gun. "I'm Amy Trotman."

"That your father?"

"Please what do you want?"

"Is that your father?" I leveled the gun at her face.

"Yes. Yes. Calm down. He's on a business trip and he brought me with
him.
Can't you put the gun down?"

"Okay, here's the deal. You do exactly what I say, and you won't get
hurt."

"Yes. I'll do anything you want."

I tossed a pair of handcuffs at her feet. "Put them on."

"Why?"

I waved the gun at her. She hurriedly picked up the restraints and
struggled
to put them on. "Come here."

She struggled off the couch and approached me.

I held the gun to her head and unfroze the father.

"What the hell?" As he spied me holding his handcuffed daughter. Gun
to her 
head. "Where'd you come from? What do you want?"

"I want you to get up. Quietly and leave the room."

I'd set up a slow time field just outside the suite. He'd fall into it
as he left the suite. He wouldn't be aware of his surroundings. Only
able to
move a millimeter a day or so.

"Be calm. I'll do what you say. Just don't hurt Amy. Okay?"

I nodded. "Just get out."

He walked out the door and slipped into a really slow moving time.

"What have you done to him?" Amy asked.

"He's fine. Just really really slow."

I released Amy and she stood still, hands cuffed in front of her. I
looked
her over. She was a nice looking girl. Brunette. Nice figure. Looked
like
she was about college age.

"What do you want from me?" I could see her eyes darting around looking
for a weapon.

"Actually, I just want a place to stay the night. And I don't want to be
disturbed."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. I want you to lie down on the floor."

"Huh?"

"Yeah. On your front."

The handcuffs having served their purpose could be taken off. I reached
down and removed them from the shaking girl.

"Hands behind your back."

"Please. I won't cause you trouble. I'll behave. You don't have to tie
me up."

"Hands."

She reluctantly moved her hands behind her back. I quickly lashed her
wrists
together. Then I reached back and tied her ankles. I completed the rope
job by bending her feet back and connecting her hands to her ankles with
another piece of rope. She tested the bonds, really couldn't move.

"Please don't leave me like this. It's very uncomfortable."

If I wasn't so tired, I might have laughed. She didn't know what
uncomfortable
was. I pressed my finger to my lips. "I don't want to gag you, but I
can keep
you quiet if necessary. Okay?"

She nodded and let out a quick, "But ...",

I ignored her and walked back to the bathroom. I turned off the cold
water and
ordered the women out. They, in a good mood, stepped out of the shower, 
shivering. I gave them one towel to share.

"Make yourselves presentable and meet me in the bedroom."

The women all grabbed at the one towel at once, I think Jane got it
and I 
wandered out to the bedroom, ignoring them.

I stretched out on the bed and waited for them.

Jane wandered in first. She looked radiant in her nudity. Nipples hard.
Probably from the freezing cold shower I had just forced them to take.

"You look wiped," she remarked.

"I am."

"Whipping me knock the wind out of you?"

"Something like that."

"Can I help with anything?"

I shook my head. At a loss, she just stood in the middle of the room
quietly
and waited. Hands at her sides. Nervously shifting her weight from
foot to
foot. I just watched her discomfort through half opened eyes.

Liz wandered into the room next. Her hair was still dripping and she had
goosebumps. Nipples hard as well.

"Jane?" I had my eyes closed.

"Uh-huh."

"Take some rope and tie up Liz on the floor beside the bed."

Liz just looked at me. "Please, I'll do anything you want. You don't
need
to tie me up."

I looked at her. "Liz, darling, I am going to sleep. The last thing I
need
is one of you girls to decide that you might like me with a knife in
my chest. I know all of you would do anything to get away. Jane's good
with knots. Let her tie you up. Okay?"

Liz resigned herself and held her hands behind her back. Jane lashed the
woman's hands securely and had her lie on floor. Jane finished off by
tying
the poor woman's ankles and knees together, and running a piece of cord
to the foot of the bed. Liz wasn't going anywhere.

Jane just looked at me. "You're going to make us sleep on the floor, 
aren't you?"

"Sure. Got a problem with that?"

"I guess not. I told you that I'd do whatever you want. If that means
sleeping on the floor, it's better than having my boobs tied and
whipped."

Christi walked in and just heard the last sentence.

"Your not going to whip her again are you?"

I looked at her. "No, but I've noticed that you are the only one of the 
three here who hasn't experienced a good breast beating."

She paled and her hands instinctively rose to cover her bare breasts. 
"Please no. I haven't done anything." Her breathing was getting ragged.

"I know you haven't. But you are damn lucky I'm just too tired to do
anything. 
Christi, I want you to tie up Jane. Tie her to Liz. Face to face."

"Please don't tie me up. I've been tied up enough for one day. I'll
never
sleep. Please. I'm so tired. You want us rested for tomorrow don't you?"

"Jane. You want a repeat of the breast thing? Christi bind her."

Jane swallowed and sank to the floor and quietly held her hands behind
her
back. Resigned to sleeping skin to skin with Liz. A complete stranger.

It took a while, but Christi finally managed to tie the two of them
securely together. Their faces inches apart. Their bare bodies pressed
together.

Christi crawled up onto the bed with me. 

"I guess you have to tie me up. You ran out of women," she said
mischievously. 
She held out her wrists.

"I thought you hated being dominated."

"It's not all bad. I guess I'm getting used to it. And you are going
to tie
me up aren't you? Whether I like it or not?"

I reached down and snapped a pair of handcuffs onto her bare ankles. I
moved
her hands in back of her, and snapped another pair on her wrists.

I lay back on the bed, too tired to even insist that she move to the
floor.

"You can't sleep in those clothes."

I opened one eye. "Why not?"

"Not good for you."

"Lack of sleep isn't good for me."

"Come on. I've been naked in front of you for god knows how long. I've
been
forced to crawl. Humiliated. Helped you. Helped your victims. I've done
stuff that any sane person would never have done. I'm not even asking
to be let 
out of these damn cuffs, which is probably what I want most in the
world, but 
I can't stand to lie here and watch you sleep in your clothes. Take
them off."

Sighing, I knew that I'd either have to punish her severely or listen to
her to get her to shut up. I guess I could have gagged her. My mind was
fuzzy with exhaustion. Maybe I'd been using the time control too much.
It
did take a toll on the wielder. Shaking my head, I reached up and
stripped 
off my shirt. Soon, I was down to my underwear.

She smirked when she saw that I wasn't going to remove my underwear in
front 
of her. "You're not shy are you? You made Jane strip in front of her
father. 
Hell, you made her have sex in front of him. You even whipped her in
front
of him. Surely to don't care about modesty. When you return us, we'll
forget 
about you completely. What's the matter, small?"

I really should have punished her for that insolence. But I was just
so damned
tired I really didn't care. I sighed and removed my underwear and lay
back 
down. Just to shut her up. Actually I wasn't shy. Just damn tired.

"Enough. Get some sleep, you have a long day ahead of you."

Christi was silent, but I heard her rustling around. Probably trying to
get comfortable. She probably wasn't quite as tired as everyone else
since
she had probably gotten off the lightest in the punishment department
and
she had slept when I took Liz and Catherine and in the car.

I suddenly felt her breath down near my groin. I opened one eye and saw
the back of her blonde head near me. I sighed as her soft lips engulfed
me. After today, it was all I could do not to come as soon as she
touched me.

She slowly, lovingly moved her head up and down, moving her tongue
around,
sucking slightly. Within seconds, I felt the heat rise in me. Images of
Jane, naked, bound and screaming in front of her father. Christi making
love to her own mother. Catherine whipping Liz. Kimberly alone in a
hardware store. Breasts bound and clothespinned. I couldn't help myself.
I climaxed, thrusting up into her mouth. Forcing her to take it into
her throat. I felt her desperately swallowing my ejaculate. And when I 
was done, she simply turned and looked at me. She gave me one of those
perfect smiles, like a cat that just got the canary. I watched as she
struggled against the cuffs and slowly worked her way off the bed to
join her fellow captives on the floor.

I watched as the self-satisfied smile played around her lips. Some come
still sitting daintily in the corner as she sat on the floor. I
pointed to 
the corner of my mouth and watched her tongue snake out and daintily
lick 
her lips clean.

She lay down beside the other girls, on the hard floor.

"Good night. Sleep well." she murmured.

"Good night, Christi." And I fell into an exhausted sleep.





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