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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 30 - Time Out Of Time ]
Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

I walked back into the living room. As they heard me approach, the women
stopped whatever they were talking about.

"Talking about me?"

Liz spoke up. "No, sir."

"What were you talking about?"

"Just our former lives. Our dreams. That sort of thing."

"Someday, I'd love to hear them too. But not right now. We have places
to go. People to see. Ropes to tie."

Christi groaned. "What are you going to make us do now? Suck off the
Dallas
Cowboys?"

I looked at her with raised eyebrows. "Any more sarcasm out of your
pretty
mouth and that might be exactly what you are doing."

Her face grew white as she realized that I probably could make them all
do just that and she shuddered.

"I'm sorry. Truly I am." 

"That's OK. It's just been a long day already." I looked at Amy, bound
to the 
coffee table. "Probably longer for you, but who's counting?"

I bent down beside the table and began to loosen the ropes that held
her ankles
to the table. Jane tied good knots. Took me a while to work them free.
While I worked on the knots I turned to Christi.

"Remember in your mother's office?"

"How the hell could I forget?"

"Remember how I promised you something?"

"I remembered, but I was sure that you had forgotten ... and I wasn't
about
to bring it up ..."

"You still feel the same way."

Shy. "Yes." Head down. Eye's downcast.

I finally released Amy's right foot. She shook her free leg and
wiggled her
toes. Happy to not be bound anymore. Not even a hint of a kick. I began 
working on her left ankle.

"Tell you what, where do you think you could find two women that you
want
to play with?"

"I don't know, the mall?"

Amy's left leg was free of the rope and she kicked her legs up into
the air
playfully. I moved around to her wrists. I could see small bruises
forming
already where she had pulled at the ropes holding her wrists. I kissed
her 
wrists at the rope and began to unwind the lashing.

"We've been to the mall. Somewhere else ..."

"Well, I've always fantasized about the outdoors ..."

"Pick up two girls at the mall, take them to the park or something?"

"If you'll let me."

"Oh, this I want to see. If you are serious."

Shortly Amy's hands were free of the table, and she sat up, rubbing her
wrists.

I spoke to Amy. "Sorry, but your freedom is going to be short lived.
Hands
behind you."

She pouted, but knew better than to argue. She meekly put her wrists
behind
her back where I slipped a pair of handcuffs onto her, ratchetting them
secure, but not tight.

I looked over at Liz, sitting quietly in the chair.

"Liz, babe. Christi and Amy and I are going to head out. You have your
choice.
You can sit here. I'll tie your ankles to the chair, and leave your
wrists
cuffed. Or you can come with us."

Liz looked at me shrewdly. "I think I'll stay here if you let me. But
you
don't have to tie me up. I won't go anywhere."

"I want to tie you up. I won't make it tight. Don't disturb Jane, she's
sleeping in the other room. If she wakes up and calls out, reassure her
that I'll be coming back to free you and her. We might be gone a while
though."

I began to wrap the soft rope around her ankles holding her to the
chair.
Soon she was lashed to the chair, she pulled against the bonds, but
wasn't
able to move her feet. She sat quietly.

Liz looked up at me as I rose.

"Can a girl ask for something, sir? Without you punishing her?"

"What is it?"

"Well, if you are going to be gone for any length of time, it would get
very boring just sitting here tied to this chair."

"Uh-huh."

"And I know that it doesn't matter to you whether I'm bored or not,
and I
can understand that. I'm just a slave. But if you aren't particularly
interested in my boredom, perhaps you could put a movie on the
television
for me, or something. With the volume low? Maybe some music? Please?"

"You wouldn't like the movies that I have with me."

"Whatever it is, it would be better than being bored. Please?"

I rummaged through the pack and pulled out the softer bondage porn and
slipped it into the VCR. I set the VCR to rewind and continuous play the
tape, flicked on the television and waited for the credits to end. First
scene had a very scantily clad woman tied to a chair. The shot panned
out
and I watched her struggle with her gag and ropes for a minute before
pulling Christi and Amy to their bare feet.

I released Christi's hands from behind her back and re-cuffed them in
front of her.

"I think you know you don't have to cuff me at all."

By now, I would have felt safe sleeping with her free. However she
looked
so attractive wearing the things I just had to keep her in them.

Amy pulled at her cuffs, probably hoping that I'd remember her and
change
her hands to be in front as well. But she still hadn't earned that
privilege.

I guided both girls out the door and into the hotel hallway. I watched
Amy's
face as she passed her father. She shuddered a bit, but realized that
things
could have been worse. She had heard the story about Jane having to
strip
and have sex in front of her father.

Christi turned to me, a smile playing on her lips and asked, oh so
innocently,
"We're allowed to walk?"

I just looked at her. The cheeky devil.

"Any more cracks outta you and I'll have you crawling and Amy holding
the leash."

Christi smiled and continued walking towards the stairs, purposely
exaggerating
the sway of her hips. Making sure that I got flashes of between her
legs.

She seemed happy to be out of the suite. I guess I had had them all
cooped up
and bound for a long time.

Amy walked slowly beside me, her bare feet scuffing at the carpet. She
smiled
a bit watching Christi almost dance up ahead. Almost happy.

Hard to believe that the girls actually found something to be happy
about
after all I put them through. The human spirit will always amaze me.

As we passed into the stairwell, Christi broke into a run, pounding
her bare
feet down the stairs, laughing, calling up to me and Amy to catch her if
we could. So easy to run away. A day ago, she wouldn't have dared. A day
ago, I wouldn't have let her.

We found her at the bottom of the stairwell, breathing hard. Trying to
catch
her breath. Laughingly, she berated us, "Told. You. You. Couldn't.
Catch. Me."

Amy was a bit more sober. But she was probably still getting used to
the idea
that I could have her completely naked, handcuffed and walk around the
stopped
world without getting caught. She was probably still a little
self-conscious
of her nudity.

We walked out through the opulent lobby and onto the street. I
recognized
the area we were in. I must have been tired yesterday.

I stopped Christi and spoke to her, "How about a pair of lawyers?"

"Lawyers?"

"Yeah, we're in the financial district. I'm sure we can find a pair of
good looking lawyers around here for you to have."

She thought about it. If she had to have women, lawyers should be a lot
of fun. Strong willed. Well educated. Probably would absolutely hate
being put into that situation. Perfect.

"Okay. Where?"

We found a high-rise with a number of law firms stenciled into the
directory.

"Either one of you want to ask the guard?" I pointed to the big burly
type 
guy standing frozen by the elevators.

They both shook their heads. We found the fire stairs easily enough.
Christi
was fairly dancing with excitement. I was beginning to think that she
was
telling the truth about wanting to do this.

We reached the twenty-second floor and walked through the various
offices.
Mostly male lawyers. Suits.

Finally we happened across an office with a female lawyer. She was
pretty.
Tall and thin. Christi immediately wanted to try her, "She'll do. She
should
be able to take us to another one. Can't I have a guy as well? Please?"

I just shook my head. I had no real interest in seeing some guy
dominated
and humiliated. Not my cup of tea. I suppose I could have let her do it
without me. I could've had my own fun with Amy. But then what carrot
could 
I dangle in front of her when I needed her to do something particularly 
distasteful?

Resigned, she asked, "So now what?"

"Maybe you should let me take her, get her tied up, or handcuffed and
then let you take over. You aren't very menacing the way you are and
I ain't about to let you wear any clothing now."

"Oh. What will you let me do to her?"

"Here's the plan. I'll take her. You and Amy, I'll chain up in the other
room, for a minute to keep you out of the way. If she sees you two
naked and
chained the way you are, she'll be a lot harder to handle. When I get
her 
under control, I'm going to bring you and Amy in. I'll just sit and
watch 
and you can do just about anything you like to her. I'll stop you if
you 
get out of control."

"I can hurt her?"

"All you like."

"Seriously?"

"If it gets dangerous, I'll stop you."

"Okay."

I led Amy and Christi out into another office, with some male lawyer in
it. I quickly cuffed Amy and Christi to his desk and walked out and
back to the original office. They settled onto the floor and sat quietly
waiting.

I closed the door and sat in an easy chair. I pointed the gun at Ms.
Lawyer's
pretty face and released her from the time block. She yelped when she
saw me.

"Where the hell did you come from?"

A by now familiar refrain. "Thin air, lady." I decided to have some
fun at
her expense. "Hands up."

"What do you want? How did you get in here?" as she raised her hands.

"I can only answer one question at a time. What do I want? I want you to
put on these handcuffs," I tossed them on the desk in front of her. "How
did I get in here? I walked."

She was getting frightened, but resisted putting on the cuffs. Most of
the
women seem to realize that they become much more vulnerable if their
hands
are locked together.

"Why do you want me to put them on?"

"Lady, I don't have time for this." I let a shot off into the ceiling.
I was
going to have to reload the thing soon.

The loud noise really scared her and she involuntarily covered her ears.

"Please don't hurt me."

"Cuffs."

She hurriedly picked up the handcuffs and locked one side onto her right
wrist.

"In front of me?"

I nodded. Front was fine for now. Christi could change it if she wanted.
I watched as she closed her eyes and snapped the other side closed
against
the desk.

"OK. Up. We need to go for a walk."

She rose and little unsteadily, using her cuffed hands to pull herself
out
of her leather chair.

"Where are we going? You won't get away with this you know. There's
security
in the building. That gunshot would have been heard."

Thinking about the frozen guard in the lobby, I almost laughed.

"Just come on lady. What was your name?"

"Janet."

"Come on, Janet. What other female lawyers are there around this area?"

Bewildered, "Why do you want to know about other female lawyers?" She
was glancing around seeing all the people frozen, realizing that the
world had gone awful quiet and that she was probably on her own. Not
quite
comprehending the situation, but realizing it was bad.

"Company."

"Oh. What kind of lawyer you want."

"Someone who takes care of herself. Attractive."

"You are going to rape us aren't you?"

"Nope. That I will promise you. I won't even hurt you unless you don't
cooperate. Another lawyer?"

"There's Lynn Dermett. She works out. Or there's Susan Li."

"Lynn sounds fine. She a friend of yours?"

"We do lunch sometimes. She's up two floor in financial."

I jammed the gun in her ribs and she gasped. She led the way, pointing
with
her shackled hands until we reached a set of internal stairs.

We climbed up two flights and Janet led me directly to an office with
the
name Lynn Dermett stenciled on the name plate. She was currently frozen 
writing something on a pad. I closed the door and jammed the gun
against 
Janet's temple.

"Wh-what have you done to her?" Janet was shaking in fear.

"Nothing. She's just frozen. Watch."

Lynn suddenly jumped to life.

"You are controlling it." Janet hissed.

Lynn looked up from her work to see her handcuffed friend with a gun
to her
head.

"Where the hell did you come from?"

"Thin air," I was having a sense of deja vue.

"What do you want? Put that gun down before you hurt someone."

I tossed another pair of handcuffs on Lynn's desk.

"Put them on before I have to hurt Janet here."

"Why?"

"Because if you don't, I'll start making new holes in Janet. And if that
doesn't work, I'll start making new holes in you. When you die, I'll
just
find someone who doesn't ask as many questions."

Janet spoke up, a little shakily, "Lynn, do what he says. It's loaded. I
have a bullet in my office ceiling."

"God." She began to put on the cuffs, same as Janet.

"Good. I knew you lawyers were smart."

"You won't get away with this."

I ignored her and slowly moved Janet to an office chair. I removed her
handcuffs.

"Hands back, behind the chair."

"Let me go. Please."

I wrapped her crossed wrists with rope and tied it off. Quickly
crossed and 
tied her ankles together as well. At gunpoint, I moved Lynn away from
her
leather chair and forced her to lie face down on the carpet. Removing
her
handcuffs I had her put her hands behind her back where I lashed them
together. I lashed her ankles and knees and let her struggle with the
ropes on the floor while I went to retrieve the other women.

When I arrived in the office next to Janet's, I released their cuffs.
I recuffed Amy's hands behind her, to a little protest. I removed
Christi's cuffs completely.

Christi asked, "You have her?"

"Yup and another. The other office is bigger."

I led the two nude ladies up to Lynn's office, watching their bare
bodies
as they climbed the internal stairs barefoot in front of me. I'd never
tire of seeing these women walking in front of me nude.

I stopped them outside the office door.

"You sure you want to do this?"

Christi swallowed heavily. "It isn't permanent?"

"Nope. If you like, I can return them to their desks as soon as you are
finished."

"Okay. I'd like to try."

I handed her the crop. "You know where everything else is."

"Too well. Probably better than you do."

I walked into the room first pulling Amy along a little unwillingly.
Christi
followed me into the office.





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