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Well, it appears that Chapter 17 didn't get propogated as well as it
should
have. For all of those who let me know, thank you. Here it is. Time
Out Of Time
just isn't the same without it.

- crimson

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 17 - Time Out Of Time ]

"Okay, you bastard, I'll do it. But only because of Elaine. If it had
been
my boobs you threatened, I wouldn't be doing this." She defiantly held
out
the cuffed wrist against the chain so I could unlock it.

I unlocked the steel binding and she rubbed her wrist where it had dug
into
her soft skin. We walked together to the mall aisle. The woman about
to lose
her clothes and her dignity and the bastard that was going to watch it.
I had Christi stay in the store.

As we emerged from the store, her father was a bit more reasonable. I
seriously
doubted that the reasonableness was going to last when he found out
what I 
had planned for his youngest daughter.

"What do you want? Money?"

Jane surprised me and replied for me, "Daddy, he doesn't want money. He
doesn't want anything that you can give him. He already has everything
he wants."

"What are you talkin' about?"

Jane hung her head. "He's got us. I'm sorry Daddy. I don't want to do
this.
But we have to do what he says. Forgive me. Please."

With that, I watched as she gripped the bottom of her rugby shirt and in
one fluid motion pulled it over her head. Her skin was milky, the flash
of colour of her bra marring the surface. Without any other hesitation
she dropped her sweat pants and stepped out of them. Her father groaned
and closed his eyes.

I stopped Jane from continuing. "What's your parent's names?", I
whispered.

"Dave and Dora," she was breathing hard.

"Dave, open your eyes. If you don't watch the strip show here, I will
cause
someone in there some discomfort. I'm certainly enjoying it."

"You fucking bastard. I swear I'll kill you. I swear it." Keeping his
eyes
closed.

I just looked at Jane. She moaned a bit but did what she had to, "Daddy,
please. You have to watch me. You know what he threatened to do to
Elaine?
I can't even tell you. But he'd do it. In a second. And enjoy it. It was
enough to get me out here and strip in front of you. You think I want
to do this? Don't let him do that to Elaine. I'm begging you Daddy.
Please."

This strong willed woman begging her father to watch her strip. Must
have
just about killed her.

Her father slowly opened his eyes and gave me a glare. I have to admit
that
I'm glad that looks can't kill.

Jane whispered to herself, "Thank-you God."

She was standing there in her bra and panties and sneakers. She looked
at me.

"Please don't make me continue. For Jesus sakes, he is my father. I'm
his
daughter. Don't make me. Please. I'll strip for you. I'll let you chain
me up like that other woman. I'll fuck you. Anything but this. Please."

I just motioned for her to continue. Resigned, she hung her head and
continued by very slowly kicking off her shoes and peeling off her
socks.
At this point, it was probably no worse than her swimming in a bikini in
front of her father. It was the next part that was going to be hard.

She looked at me one more time. "Please?"

Her father had closed his eyes again.

"Everything Jane. Dave, open those eyes."

He snapped them open and focused again on his youngest daughter.

Jane's tears had returned, but she found the strength to reach behind
her
and unclip the bra encasing her breasts. Recovering somewhat, she held
her
head high and in one fluid motion pulled the bra from her chest
letting it
drop at her bare feet, exposing her breasts to her father for the
first time 
in many years I would imagine. I watched as her father cringed, closed
his
eyes briefly, but opened them again.

The hard part begun, Jane lost the hesitation, just wanting to get it
over
with; she pulled her underwear from her hips and slipped them down her
legs. 
She stepped out of them daintily and stood proudly in her nudity. No 
attempt to cover herself. Not that I would have allowed that anyway. She
probably knew that.

She was breathing hard, tears were now running down her face. I motioned
for her to make a full turn. The naked girl closed her eyes but obeyed.
Her father, his breathing irregular was trying to pretend that this
wasn't
happening. Trying, without success, I would imagine, to see his bare
daughter
and ignore the fabulous display all at the same time.

I waved the gun at Jane and motioned her to walk in front of me back
into
the store.

"Goddamn you, you better not touch a hair on them." Her father
struggled with
the ropes that Jane had tied so well.

I walked Jane back to her handcuff. As we passed Christi, she looked up
with tears in her eyes and whispered to us, "You know you are a right
bastard." I smiled back at her and she just shook her head in
resignation.

As I reached to place Jane's wrist in the handcuff, Jane stopped me
gently.
"Please. You don't have to cuff me. If I could do that for you,"
meaning the
strip show for her father, "I'm not about to run away."

I just gave her a reassuring grin. "You did well. You surprised me.
But for
now, I have to cuff you."

"Please just a moment with my mother and sister?"

I just about told her no, but I looked at Christi and she motioned for
me
with her cuffed hands, to let her be with her family for a moment. 

I let go of Jane's slender wrist and let her pad naked over to her
mother and
sister. She fell to her knees and hugged Elaine. Then she moved two
chairs
down and gave her mother a big hug.

I heard her say to them, "It's OK. I'm OK. Just do what he says. For
me. OK?
Make sure that I didn't do that for nothing. I love you." Elaine was
still
crying softly, and tears brimmed in her mother's eyes. Her mother nodded
silently and fixed me with another one of those glares.

Tears in her eyes, Jane rose back to her feet and walked back to me and
extended her wrist for me to cuff. I snapped the cuff around her wrist
but didn't tighten it into the skin. Just enough that she couldn't
escape it.

She looked at me, "I still think you're a bastard, but thank-you for
letting
me go to them. Don't hurt them, please?"

She was a strong one. I nodded curtly.





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