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Subject: Time Out Of Time (Chapter 29) [Mf, MFf, bd, exh, sm, inc, nc]
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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 29 - Time Out Of Time ]

I opened the door to the bedroom and stepped quietly into the room. I
shut the door behind me, muffling the quiet talking of the girls in the
living room.

On the bed, Jane twisted her head and watched as I walked into the
room and sat
down on the bed beside her.

She spoke first.

"You aren't going to hurt me anymore are you? Please?"

I shook my head.

"Can you take off the ropes on my boobs? They're killing me."

I traced my finger down her squeezed breasts and she flinched at the
touch.
She moaned and pulled weakly against her ankle restraints.

"Are you sure you want them off?"

"Are you kidding?"

"Jane." I just looked at her. She turned her face away as far as the
ropes
would let her.

"You know. Don't you?" she finally asked after a moment of silence.

"Know what?"

"Oh God. You are going to make me say it, aren't you?"

"Know what, Jane?"

"The pain."

"What about it?"

"You felt my crotch the first time you whipped me. You know, you
bastard.
It turns me on. Goddammit," she whispered fiercely.

I watched as her eyes began to fill with tears. They slowly overflowed
her 
lids as she turned her face toward me. Openly crying. I reached
forward and 
carefully wiped the tears away, she couldn't do it on her own with her
wrists bound as they were.

"It turns you on?"

"Yeah. My mind hates it. It hurts like hell. But. But. But. My body ..."

She began to cry again. I let her.

Still breathing raggedly, she continued.

"You've taken everyone. I don't have anyone else to talk to. You
probably
don't care about how I'm feeling. Do you?"

"I care. In a different sort of way."

"You know. All my life I've been a strong woman. I've been a feminist. A
good Catholic. Equal opportunity. Straight A's. All that shit. Calm.
Helped 
all my friends when they started having sex. A fucking rock. Jane the
rock.
Then you fall into my life. Being everything I hate. Torture my family.
Sexually abuse me. For no better reason than your own pleasure. And you
physically torture me. Whip my boobs. Force me to do things that no sane
person would ever do. I swear in a former life I would kill you. I have 
no clothes. No dignity. No control. You can make me crawl like I'm an
animal. 
And, goddammit, its turning me on. My head hates it. My body betrays me.
Everytime you abuse me. Degrade me. Humiliate me. I feel it. Between my
legs. My nipples. Tingling. Demanding attention. Just talking to you
now is doing it. And I hate myself for it."

"Jane."

"Don't Jane me. I'm lying here, roped to a bed, my boobs tied up. Aching
from your crop. And part of me is saying, disobey him so he'll hit you
more. Do you have any idea how confusing all this is? How hard this is
emotionally?"

She began to weep quietly.

I moved off the bed and sat in one of the bedroom chairs and silently
waited
for her to finish.

"I don't even know your name."

Her question surprised me. Why should she care who I was?

"No you don't," I said to her softly.

"Who are you? Where did you come from? How are you controlling the
world?
Why me? A million questions. I know you don't have to answer them. I'm
just
a dumb slave now."

"Janey. You are one hell of a strong woman and hardly dumb. You know
that?"

"Maybe I'm just being belligerent so you'll beat me again. How will
even I
ever know?" Tears began to fall silently from her eyes again. I couldn't
believe anyone, least of all this petite girl, had so many tears in her.
She was really upset. And not entirely with me this time.

"Okay. Jane. I could tell you my name and my background but it doesn't
matter.
This whole experience doesn't matter. When all this ends, you'll
remember
nothing. When I restart the world, you'll fall back into that mall, with
your family, your loved ones, continue looking for pretty clothes and
you 
won't remember a thing about this. Not the torture of your family. Not
your 
sexual abuse. Not being tied to this bed talking your heart out.
Nothing. It 
didn't happen. I'll remember it, but if I ever see you again after
this, 
walking down the street, yeah, I'll think to myself how much fun *I*
had, but
you'll be completely oblivious why I'm staring at you. Or if you
notice, you'll
just think, another male pig ..."

She sniffled. "What if I want to remember too?"

"Sorry, babe. Equations don't lie. Can't."

"I feel so helpless. So powerless. I just have to do what you say.
Like it
or not. You so rarely care what one of us thinks or wants."

"You are helpless and powerless. I've seen to that. It's part of your
life
until I decide to restart things."

She thought about that before continuing.

"I may not have any power. I may have to do dirty and humiliating
things for
you. But I'm still Jane inside. You may have my body under your
control. And
you might be able to make me feel weird things with how you treat me;
but
you'll never break me completely, you know ..."

I nodded. "I'm counting on it. Why do you think I made you come with
me?"

I walked forward to the bed and sat down beside her again.

"I know your mind is in a whirl but it will settle down. I promise."

"I know what good your promises are." She smiled up at me weakly.

I began to slowly release her bound breasts. She gasped at the sudden
inrush of blood to her sore parts. Tears sprang to her eyes everytime
I touched a welt.

"I hate it. Feel me. Feel between my legs." I reached down. She was
sopping 
wet. "I can feel the tingling. Insistent. Everytime you hurt me. But I
hate it. The pain. The degradation. It hurts dammit. Why does my body
react to it?"

"May as well ask why I like hurting you. Our bodies function in strange
ways, Janey. You should know that."

"And that climax. I've never had a climax like that. Not even ... not
even
when I'm by myself. And I know what and where I want. My God, I thought
I was going to pass out with you beating me and Christi sucking me.
After
all that pain, my boobs aching, the crop, the sounds of myself
screaming,
that climax was the most wonderful feeling. God. It almost made it
worthwhile."

"Jane. You are only seventeen. You haven't had time to find out what you
like. You would have found out eventually. You still might after you
return."

She began to cry again. She managed to choke out, "I'm only seventeen.
I'm
just a girl. I don't want this to be happening to me."

She began to pull against the bonds. But only half-heartedly. I had
finished
releasing her breasts from the ropes. She sighed.

I bent down and gave her a kiss on the cheek, then one on each swollen
breast
She just continued to cry, naked and bound on the bed. I sat down in
the 
chair and watched her cry herself out and slowly her breathing became 
more regular and her eyes closed. I guess she'd been through a lot
already 
today. It isn't every day that you discover, to your horror, that you
are a
masochist. Soon she was pulling weakly against the bonds in her sleep.
I 
watched her sleep for a while, thinking. Finally I rose from the
chair, kissed 
her soft cheek again and left my willful one in peace, quietly closing
the 
door behind me.






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