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

Jane was fairly quiet on the trip down to the street. She moved
slowly, but
that was probably just due to a little stiffness from her sore breasts
and
muscle stiffness from being tied up on the bed for so long.

As soon as we stepped out into the sunshine, Jane brightened
considerably and
we began walking. I didn't have a particular destination in mind, but
I wanted
to find a shopping concourse. Most of the buildings downtown had such
malls underneath them.

After walking for about fifteen minutes, Jane slowed down and ended up
walking
beside me. She looked up at me, "Please, can we talk while we walk?"

I just nodded. I didn't like to talk to the girls every time they
wanted to;
it kept them off balance. But this time I made an exception.

"What's up?"

"Can I ask how long you are going to keep this up?"

"What?"

"How long I'm going to be your slave? The others?"

"Until I'm tired of you."

She changed tacks. "Where are we going?"

"If I told you that, then you wouldn't be surprised, now would you?"

"I don't like surprises. Especially, yours."

"You don't have a choice."

"I know, I'm just a dumb slave. I don't count. Why do you like to
treat women 
like this? We are people too, you know."

"In this reality, actually you aren't. You are whatever I want you to
be.
Because if you don't I can force you to. And I can't get caught. There's
no authority but me to appeal to."

"Oh God. Are you ever going to let us wear clothes again? Not make us
wear these things?" She rattled the chain on her handcuffs.

"Probably not."

"Oh God. So the whole of the female species are essentially your
slaves. No 
choice."

I nodded.

"Why do you get off on hurting us?"

"Why do you get hot when I hurt you?"

Tears formed briefly, but I watched as she willed them away. Wasn't
often that
she was allowed to talk to me when she wasn't begging for something.
Better 
not to waste it with tears.

"I-I don't know. My body betrays me. You know that in my head I hate
it."

"I know. Well, maybe my mind feels a little guilty about subjugating
girls
the way I am. But I also know that my body really likes it. It's weird.
In a way, its worse for me. I choose to do the monstrous things I do. I
direct it. You don't have a choice. I force you to do everything. If you
enjoy it, it's just a side effect. You didn't exactly go out and ask
me to
whip and torment you."

She lapsed into silence. And we just walked together. Her naked and in
cuffs.
Me, fully clothed and relaxed.

"She likes you, you know?"

"Huh?" The change of conversation completely threw me. Females like to
change
direction without warning. Something I noticed far before I began the
time
experiments. Nothing, not even becoming a naked sex slave could cure the
female of the species of this trait. I guess I'll just have to live
with it.

"Christi. She really likes you. I have no idea why. The way you force
her to
do so many degrading things. But she is beginning to fall for you."

"What? You have to be joking." Actually, I had kind of noticed the
jealous
way she had begun to look at me, and other little things. I had no
doubt that
Jane was telling me the truth. She was a perceptive little one.

"She told me, this morning. When we got up. We talked for quite some
time
before we decided to untie me to make breakfast. She told me then."

I was at a loss. I just swallowed.

Jane continued. "You should really release her, you know. It's one
thing to
mess with our bodies. Keep us naked. In chains. Degrade us for your
pleasure.
I know she doesn't enjoy that. I don't think any of us do. But you are
beginning to mess with her emotions. I can't believe that you care about
any of us. We are just naked, obedient, little slave girls to you.
Christi
included. And if you can't, or won't return any of the love that she is
about to give to you, then you ought to release her. That is far crueler
than tying me up and beating my boobs for hours. Even though that has
cost
me part of myself, you are causing her to fall in love with her
tormentor.
Makes no sense to me, but love is a strange thing sometimes. If you'd
told
me that my body would like pain in a sexual way a day ago, I would have
laughed my ass off. Now, I'm crying, struggling with the reality of
it. It's 
her mind you are going to cause pain. Not playing fair. Please."

"I'll think about it. Okay?"

There was moisture in her eyes, and I pressed my finger to her lips. She
obediently shushed and walked along beside me in silence.

Finally, I turned into an underground mall. Full of frozen shoppers.
Jane obediently followed me in. We walked the length of the concourse,
me watching the shoppers. Jane just walking along beside me.

In the middle of the concourse, I spotted three young women.
Professionals.
Maybe out to buy coffee and muffins. Who knows? Looked to be early
twenties.
I pointed them out to Jane. They were grouped together at a railing,
talking
by the look of it, before I stopped the world.

"What do you think?"

"What am I supposed to think? They're pretty."

"How would you like to have sex with them?"

"Oh God. Please no."

"How would you like to hurt them, then?"

"Please not that. I'd rather have sex with them. Anything."

"How about if I have them make love to you?"

"Better that than making me hit them. Please don't make me do anything."

"How about if I make them hit you?"

"Oh God. Please." She was shaking.

"Relax. Depending on how good you are, you may not have to do
anything. Okay?"
I released the handcuffs from her wrists. She stopped shaking, mutely
nodded 
and just stood, barefoot, in the middle of the mall rubbing her freed
wrists.
"Now just stand there quietly. I mean it this time."

I walked up to the taller of the women at the railing. I concentrated,
and
freed her from the time freeze. Her mouth worked as though to continue
talking,
but her words died on her lips as she realized that things just
weren't right.
Her large eyes opened widely and she let out a little yelp. She slowly
turned around looking around at the frozen world. The fountain stopped
in
midair. Her friends, frozen beside her. I watched as her eyes found
Jane,
naked and still rubbing her wrists and then picked up my face as I stood
in front of her. She looked at me, still reasonably calm.

"What is going on?" she asked me.

"World's stopped."

"Why aren't we?" She was beginning to get a little nervous.

"I'm controlling it."

"What? Who's the naked girl over there?"

"That's Jane. Come here Jane."

Jane padded over to our little group.

"Why is she nude?"

"She likes being naked, and in this frozen world, there isn't any
point to
clothing."

"You are wearing clothes."

"Yeah, but I'm not a girl."

"Oh. What do you want? How do we restart the world?"

Jane spoke up. "He'll restart the world when he wants to."

Comprehension began to dawn on the woman in front of me. Nude woman. I'm
somehow controlling the freeze. I saw the danger flags begin to form.

"What do you want from me?" her eyes darting about for an escape route.

Jane spoke up. "What's your name?"

"Ashley. What does he want?"

"Ashley, you have to listen to me. Okay? This guy is nuts. He has a gun.
He isn't afraid to use it. I've watched him kill someone with it. It's
real. Okay?" I never killed anyone yet, but maybe she was just trying to
spare this woman by frightening her. "You have to do whatever he says.
He's going to ask you to strip. He's going to ask you to do things that
you never would imagine. He might even hurt you. But, believe me.
Whatever
you refuse to do, you *will* eventually do. Only it'll be ten times
worse."

"Please no. Why me? Please just let me go."

"He won't let you go until you have done everything he wants."

At the words, Ashley began to run. She darted out behind her friends
and began to run down the corridor. I let her run for a minute, she got
a few hundred meters down the mall before I slowly began to slow her
down.
I guess she could feel the time dilation as she ran. She let out small
cry
as she felt herself slowing down until she was practically not moving.

Jane muttered, "I tried that once. So that is what it looked like.
Christ,
we really can't get away, can we?"

I ignored Jane and walked up to Ashley. I walked in front of her and
pulled
out the gun. Looks like I needed it. For some reason, these girls
needed to
see the gun. Needed to see the danger before they'd listen.

I released the poor woman from the time dilation. She stumbled forward
from
the slow time region and fell at my feet. She began to cry as she
realized
that I was there. And I had the gun pointed at her. She sobbed on the
floor
until I reached down to lift her by the arm.

At gunpoint, I walked her back to her friends and the nude Jane.

"Now, Ashley, we can do this the hard way, or the easy way. You can
strip
for me, yourself, or I can tie you up and cut your clothes off. I'm
going
to forgive you that little run, as long as you don't do anything
stupid again."

Ashley, still crying, just nodded.

"Stop crying."

Ashley stood up straight and really tried to stop. She did manage to
stop
shaking, but tears still rolled silently down her face.

"Which. Strip? Or be stripped?"

Jane spoke. "Honey, I'd recommend just stripping for him. More
comfortable
than having your clothes cut off."

Ashley tried again. "You can't get away with this. Please. Don't make me
take off my clothes. Please don't rape me."

She thought she was about to be raped. A common reaction. The first
thing a
woman's mind goes to at gunpoint. Natural, I guess.

"Ashley, I'm not going to rape you. If I want to have sex with
someone, I
could have just used Jane. She's naked as well. You won't be alone."

"Then why do you want my clothes off?"

Jane answered for me. "He likes women naked. He's a guy. Don't worry,
Ashley,
if he said he won't rape you, he won't. I'm the one that has to worry
about
that. Come on, let's get those clothes off you. You need help?"

Ashley turned to Jane. "Has ... has ... he raped you yet? Has he hurt
you?"

"Ashley, he hasn't raped me." Jane then lied on one count. "And he
hasn't 
hurt me either." A furtive look at her striped bare breasts that Ashley 
completely missed in her misery.

Ashley looked at the gun again and her hands shaking, she began to
unbutton
her jacket. "Please don't make me do this."

I just watched as the shaking woman disrobed. Unlike the other women
I've
had strip for me, she didn't hesitate at her underwear. Once started,
she
just took off all her clothes. Soon, she was standing gloriously nude in
front of me and Jane. Her face was flushed, in embarrassment, and she
tried to cover the breasts with her hands. She stood there crying while
I tried to decide what to do with her.





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