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

We walked back to the hotel through the crowded streets. Christi and Amy
walking together about twenty feet ahead. Dodging frozen pedestrians,
quietly talking. I doubt very much if Amy quite realized what just
happened.
She probably thought that I had forced Christi to play with those two
women.
I was content to leave it that way, even though the truth was far more
interesting.

I was considering my next adventure while the barefoot girls continued
up
ahead.

The two girls and I eventually arrived back at the hotel. I watched the
beauties as they climbed the fire stairs ahead of me. I quieted the
chatter
from the bound girls as we entered the room. We had been gone a long
time,
and Liz's head had fallen forward onto her chest, quietly sleeping in
her
chair. Her wrists and ankles stopping her from falling out of it.

Putting my finger to my lips, I motioned Christi and Amy to sit on
the couch and not disturb Liz. I flicked off the TV and VCR which were
still playing some scenes from the bondage flick. As I turned it off,
a woman was hanging by her ankles in a barn. Another woman was
approaching,
but that scene winked out as I pressed the stop button on the VCR. I
idly
wondered how many times Liz had had to watch the movie before falling
asleep.

I walked back to the bedroom where I'd left Jane bound to the bed. I
quietly opened the door and stepped in. Old habit, I caught myself
almost
knocking on the door before I entered. I smiled to myself as I lowered
my hand. What? I was going to give her a chance to get decent? A chance
to ask me not to come in? That she was dressing? In the end, I simply
walked in. Jane didn't have those kinds of freedoms any more. She was
just my naked slave, currently bound hand and foot to the bed.

As I entered, and shut the door, I watched her. She was still asleep.
I watched
her eyes, moving rapidly beneath their lids. Probably dreaming. A tear
formed
and slowly slid down her cheek, her wrists and ankles pulling weakly
against
the ropes in her sleep.

I watched her for a few minutes, then moved over to the bed and sat
beside
her nude form. I began to gently untie her ankles. I must have woken
her,
because as I turned away from her bare feet, to begin to untie her
hands,
she had her eyes open watching me. I continued and soon the ropes had
been
removed from her wrists and ankles, indents still visible against her
pale skin. She held her position voluntarily. Not quite sure if she
would
be punished for lowering her hands and bringing her legs together. I
could
see in her eyes, that she really wanted to collapse herself from the
spread-eagle position, but she held it. She lay there quietly, waiting
for me to speak.

"Had a nice sleep?" I asked her kindly.

"I guess. Would have been better without the ropes."

"You were dreaming."

"I was?"

"Yeah, you were crying in your sleep. Pulling against the ropes."

"You'd cry and pull against the ropes too if you were in my position."

"What were you dreaming about?"

I could see it in her eyes. A quick darting of the eyes. She was lying
as
she said, "I don't recall."

"Jane. You're lying. What were you dreaming about?"

"Please. I can't tell you."

I picked up the crop that was still sitting on the bedside table. Idly
smacked it against my palm. Even that hurt my hand, I couldn't imagine
the
agony of this thing hitting bare breasts.

"Oh God. Please."

"Your dream."

"What will you do to me if I don't tell you."

"Jane. You don't want to know this. It would be a lot easier to tell
me about
your dream."

"Please."

"Alright. I'll force you to hold this spread eagle position, without the
benefit of ropes, and start to whip your thighs, hard, until you beg me
to tell me about your dream. And God help you if you forget."

"I only remember bits and pieces. I remember that my sister was
whipping me.
You forced her to whip me. I think I was tied to a tree. I was so hot
and
I was so embarrassed. Begging for you to fuck me. Begging for her to
fuck
me. Anything to stop the pain. But you wouldn't let me go. You wouldn't
let me come. Nothing. Please. I can't remember anything else."

"Quite a vivid dream."

"I only wish it will stay a dream. Please don't make me act it out
outside
of my dream. Please. Leave my family alone. You can tie me to a tree.
Whip
me, forever. Tease me. I don't care. Just please. Not my sister.
Please."

She was smart enough to know that this dream may give me ideas. But she
didn't change it. She could have reasonably changed the sister detail
and
I would never have known. I reached down between her legs and ran my
finger
up between the outer lips. She tensed and gasped softly as my finger
traced
over her clitoris. But she didn't move. She was extremely wet. Her face
flushed as she realized that I could tell that her body was betraying
her
again.

"Janey, I promised not to involve your family anymore. Unless you don't
hold up your end of the bargain. You have been a good girl, mostly, so
far.
Don't worry about it. By the way, you don't have to hold that position
for 
me, you know. Though it does look nice."

Relief. She pulled her reaching hands down to her sides and slowly
moved her
legs to a more comfortable position. I could see the effort on her
face as
she curled herself up and shifted onto her side to look at me. She'd
been
forced to hold the spread-eagled position for a long time. I guess her
muscles had cramped a bit or something.

"Where did you go?"

"Go?"

"I woke up sometime, a few hours ago, I guess. And you weren't around. I
tried calling out, and heard Liz from the living room telling me that
you took Christi and Amy and went out. That you'd be back soon to untie
us."

"I see. We went for some fun with lawyers."

Jane looked at me. "Female lawyers, I'll bet. Did they have fun?"

"I don't think so. But I also don't think that they will remember
anything
about it."

"You returned them?"

I nodded.

"Good."

"Well, time to get up. Christi and Amy are tired, so I thought that
you and 
I could go have some fun."

Jane sighed but stretched her body and moved it around to sit on the
bed.
She closed her eyes and stood. I showed her the handcuffs.

"Please. No. I swear I won't do anything. I'll be good. I don't need
to be
bound. I won't attack you. I ... please ... I've been tied up so long."

"Jane. I won't tighten them. You'll be comfortable enough."

"Oh God. Please no. You don't have to."

I turned the bare girl to face me. Looked into her face.

"Jane. I know I don't have to. I know that you will behave yourself. It
isn't that."

"No?"

"No. I just like to see you, naked and handcuffed."

"Alright. You are going to do as you please anyway. Just not tight. 
OK? Please?"

"Turn around."

Jane slowly turned her back to me. I watched as she tensed, but held
her wrists
behind her back. I didn't quite know why she was resisting this time.
But
eventually she obeyed. I slipped the steel bands around her slender
wrists
and ratcheted them closed. Not tightly, but securely. I prodded her in
the ribs and got her moving forwards ahead of me. She walked slowly out
into the living room. She had been alone for so long, perhaps she was
beginning to feel self-conscious about her nudity again. After this long
I would have expected her to be pretty used to being nude. But, then
again,
I've never been in such a position. I really don't have any idea how
these
girls would feel being in their position.

We made it out to the living area where the other girls were sitting
quietly. Liz was still asleep in the chair I'd bound her in.

I left Jane standing in the hallway and walked over to Liz. I gently
shook
her until she opened her eyes. She balefully looked at me and tried to
move. The bonds held her bare body still and she just groaned. I walked
back to Jane and announced to the other women,

"Jane and I are going out for a while. You'll all be OK?"

Liz spoke up. "Can I please released from this chair. I'm getting sore."

Jane leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "Please. I know what it is
like to be tied up in the same position for hours. Your muscles start
cramping and aching. It is so uncomfortable. Her body was meant to move
around. Not bound into the same position for hours. Not being able to
shift your weight. Unless you are purposely punishing her for
something ..."
Jane gave me a quick peck on the cheek, standing on her tiptoes.

I relented. I walked to where Liz was sitting and checked behind her
chair.
Her hands were still cuffed behind her, though I had run a rope
holding her
wrists down to the bottom of the chair.

I turned to Christi and Amy, sitting quietly on the couch.

"How about if I let you two release her?"

"But our hands." Christi moved her hands to the side, still handcuffed
behind
her back to show me the problem.

"Yeah, so it will be a challenge. It will give you something to do,
while
were gone. I'll let you untie Liz, if you can. Fair enough?" Between the
two of them, they ought to be able to get her free of the chair. Even
with
their hands bound behind their backs. If not, I guess Liz would be
uncomfortable for the next few hours.

I wandered back to Jane, handed her the pack of bondage equipment into
her
bound fingers, and placing my hand on her bare arm, guided her out of 
the suite, past Amy's mostly frozen father and into the hallway.





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