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

When we entered, I noticed that the girls had managed to release
Elizabeth
from her chair. Amy had dug out some CD's from her suitcase somehow
and the
girls were quietly relaxing, listening to what sounded like Mozart.
Christi 
and Amy lying back at opposite ends of the couch and Elizabeth curled
up on 
the floor. I motioned for Jane to join the relaxing women as I dropped 
wearily into the easy chair that had so recently held Elizabeth. Mozart 
crashed over me as I closed my eyes for a second.

After a few moments I opened my eyes. Four nude women, their hands
handcuffed
behind their backs. Trying hard not to attract my attention. Jane
curled up 
on the carpet beside Elizabeth. What the hell was I going to do with
them 
tonight? I was far too exhausted to torment them any further. I idly
noticed 
how my thoughts automatically assigned normal time to our situation. A 
glance out the window would show that the world hadn't moved an inch
from 
morning when I'd stopped it. The bright sunshine still beaming down on
the 
world. But our bodies and minds appear to have some rhythm of their
own. So 
it was nighttime. Despite what the outside world was telling us.

Tearing my wandering mind back to the girls in front of me. I had to
decide
what to do with them. Before I fell asleep. I'd been careless last
evening.
And I'd almost paid the price for it. If it wasn't for Jane not quite
having
the courage to continue, I'd have either found out the consequences of
death in
a strange timeline or had to begin this whole adventure over again.
Neither
case particularly appealed me. I'd invested a lot of time and energy
setting 
up this situation. And if the equations were wrong, my death could
have some
really serious consequences. I had to make sure that the women were
secured 
tonight. No mistakes.

Jane tied the best knots out of all the women. I opened my eyes again
with
an effort. I looked down at Jane. She was still breathing hard from
climbing
the stairs to the penthouse suite. Her bare breasts rising and falling
as
she rested.

"Janey?"

"Sir?" she was pretty tired too, I could tell.

"Come here."

Jane wearily obeyed. Struggling back to her bare feet and padding over
to
where I sat.

"Wrists."

Jane turned herself around and held her wrists out to me behind her
back. I
fished the key out and released her slender wrists from their
confinement.
I idly played with the handcuffs as Jane turned herself back around
rubbing
her wrists. She had put down the nipple clamps, without permission, as
she
had initially settled to the floor. I decided to let it slide. I was far
to tired to even consider punishing her. And she was too tired to take
it.
Last thing I needed was really rebellious women when I was this tired. I
wasn't even sure I had the energy to stop her if she wanted to attack
me,
much less manipulate time.

"Jane. I want you to tie Amy and Elizabeth up."

The protests began from Amy and Elizabeth immediately, but a single
weary
glance silenced them before they could really irritate me.

"How?"

"How?" my mind was really beginning to have trouble concentrating.

"How do you want me to tie them?" Jane was getting a bit exasperated. I
couldn't really blame her.

"Securely. To something."

"Together? Uncomfortably?"

"Together. Don't really care about comfort. Make them as comfortable as
practical. They'll be in it for a while."

Jane nodded wearily and wandered over to Amy and Elizabeth. She touched
Amy's arm and urging her to her feet. Elizabeth struggled to her feet
from the floor. I closed my eyes, hearing Amy's and Elizabeth's small
moans
over the Mozart as they were moved into position and secured. Once I
heard Amy plead, "Please sir. Please I don't need to be tied up." Only
to be shushed by Jane.

I had just about begun to doze when Jane touched my arm, almost
startling me.
Christ. I had to keep my eyes open until I was done with the girls.
Especially
with Jane free and about. I'm suspecting that I was really lucky that
Jane
was as exhausted as I.

I snapped awake. Amy and Elizabeth were standing in the middle of the
room.
Hands still handcuffed behind them. Jane couldn't have taken the cuffs
off
the women anymore than she could release her own wrists when I had them
cuffed. No key. Amy and Elizabeth facing each other. Bare breasts
pressed 
together. Soft rope holding their ankles together. Rope encircled their
ankles, knees, thighs, waists and under their arms holding them firmly
together. Their faces only inches apart. A loose rope held their
throats,
and a very lax piece ran upwards from their throats to one of the plant
hooks. They'd be okay as long as they remained standing. A crotch rope
was 
worked around their hips, the rope running through their vaginal lips, 
joining them together. All in all, a very attractive job. They weren't 
going to get much sleep tonight being unable to lie down. But that
didn't 
particularly concern me right now. I'd give them a rest in the
morning. I
was simply too tired to care.

Realizing that they were going to be stuck like that for a while, if I
was
going to sleep, Amy looked at me with tears in her eyes. I handed Jane
the
key to Christi's handcuffs and motioned her to free Christi. Jane padded
over to her task without complaining.

Amy, her lower lip quivering, spoke from her bonds.

"Please. You don't have to do this. I'll be good. I promise. I'll make
love
to you before you sleep. I'll crawl for you. Handcuff me to something.
Please. Not standing. I'll never sleep."

I rose from my chair and walked over to the two girls standing tied
together.
I just pressed my finger against her lips, and she obediently quieted. I
checked the ropes. Not tight enough to cause real discomfort or hurt
their
circulation. Although I couldn't imagine the crotch ropes being overly 
comfortable. I looked over at Jane. A bit surprised that she had added
that 
touch on her own. Strictly it hadn't been necessary. I was so tired I 
wouldn't have even though to tell her to do it. Damn that girl,
beginning 
to know me better than I know myself. Elizabeth's face, silently
pleading 
with me not to leave them like this for the night.

I whispered to the girls, "Ladies. I know you are uncomfortable. Spend
the
night like this. Try to sleep. Okay? If you can't I'll let you sleep in
the bed tomorrow after I wake. You'll be alright. Just quiet. I don't
want
to have to gag you."

Amy just nodded. Tears spilling over her eyes. Elizabeth, just relaxed
as much as she was able. These were going to be very tired girls in the
morning. I'd deal with them then. I was almost asleep on my feet.

An evil thought occurred to me as I turned to gather up the remaining
two
girls.

I leaned in towards the bound girls. I gave them both a kiss on the
cheek,
whispering to Elizabeth as I did so. She initially shook her head, but
a quick open hand on her backside convinced her. Tears in her eyes, she
leaned her head forward, and before Amy could react, kissed her full on
the mouth. To my surprise, Amy didn't back away from the kiss but rather
returned it. Softly crying.

Elizabeth broke the kiss and looked back at me. She said simply, "Good
night,
Sir."

Amy echoed the words, quietly. I stroked their hair and whispered,
"Good night,
girls."

I walked over to Jane and Christi. Both completely free of bonds and
gave
them my arms. Each took one and as we passed the stereo, Jane flipped
it off.
Mozart faded. Christi touched the light switch as we passed into the
hall
plunging the two bound girls into darkness, each emitting a small cry.

As soon as we made it to the bedroom, I flopped down on the bed. Closed
my eyes. A moment later, I opened them. Without any instruction at all,
Christi had automatically cuffed Jane's hands behind her back. I watched
wearily as she guided the naked teen to the desk chair. Jane sighed as 
she sat down. Christi knelt and quickly wrapped soft rope holding 
Jane's ankles to the chair legs. There wasn't a scrap of resistance
from Jane. She might have even been more tired than I. I hadn't had to
walk
for what seemed like miles, hobbled and barefoot struggling with the
pain 
of nipple clamps.

Jane settled into the chair and closed her eyes. As I watched, her
breathing 
became more regular and her head fell quietly forward. I don't think
I'd 
ever met anyone that was able to fall asleep as quickly as she. But I
guess 
I'd put her through an awful lot today. Her nipples, softly moving
with her 
breathing were still an angry red. I felt a quick pang of guilt for
causing 
her that pain; I pushed it away. I guess I was just more tired than I
thought.

Christi, had walked over to the bed where I was lying. Her hands
pulling at
my clothes. With a little help from me, soon I had lost my clothes, idly
I watched as she carelessly tossed them about the room. Shirt over by
the
dresser. Pants at Jane's feet. Shoes, at the foot of the bed.

I took a deep breath as her hands found my penis. I was ready in a
second.
Four nude, captive women. Plus all the adventure today. Those poor girls
tied up in the mall. Tormenting them. The Ashley enigma. Jane's
masochistic
tendencies surfacing. The lawyers. Punishing Amy and Jane. The memories
flooding over me. I was more than ready as her soft lips slipped over
the
head. Her soft tongue running over the length of me. Lightly sucking.
My hands
resting on her hair. Stroking her head as she used her mouth. Finally,
my hips
rising from the bed. Thrusting into her teasing mouth. Climaxing. I felt
her throat spasming as she struggled to swallow everything. Breathing
through her nose. Releasing her head, letting her up.

A last wave of weariness washing over me. I struggled to keep awake as I
felt her reaching to the night stand. Sensing her gathering something
up.
Adrenaline. My eyes snapped open, sure I was going to see a kitchen
knife
in her hands. Almost calling up my reserves of strength, ready to freeze
her. I relaxed. Two pairs of handcuffs in her long fingers. God, I was
tired.

"You don't have to tie me up, you know." But I could see it in her
face. She
knew that she wasn't going to be allowed freedom this night.

My eyes closing again. I just sighed. I guess she took the sigh to
mean that
she was going to be bound with the rest of the girls tonight. When I
opened my
eyes again, she had handcuffed her own slender ankles together. I made
an 
effort worthy of Goliath and raised into a sitting position. I touched
her 
bare shoulder as she was struggling to move off the bed to the floor.
She 
stopped. I swung her bare legs back up onto the bed, taking the second 
pair of handcuffs from her fingers. I snapped them around the bar of the
bed foot bar and to the chain binding her ankles, effectively holding
her 
on the bed. Damned if I was going to have a repeat of yesterday.
Christi wasn't
going anywhere tonight. I then collapsed back onto the bed. My eyes
closing for the last time. I felt her hands gently stroking my hair
as I fell asleep. My last thought before dreamland was that I hoped that
she didn't have enough strength to strangle me.

"Good night, Master," she softly said before lying down beside me. Her
ankles
quietly jangling the chains holding them.





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