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

I walked her out to the kitchen. She immediately smelled the coffee long
since brewed. She reached for the pot, but I gently pulled her arm back.
She looked at me, hurt. Like a child not getting her way. Pouting.

"After you make some breakfast. For three."

"Three?"

"Yes. I'm going to wake Jane as well, if she doesn't wake on her own."

"Oh. Cold cereal for us? What would you like?" She asked glumly.

I was feeling beneficent. It wouldn't hurt and it might put them in
better
spirits. "Bacon, eggs and toast, all around. Coffee for the two of you."

Her eyes widened, not expected anything more than just cold cereal in a
bowl on the floor. But she didn't have to be told twice. I settled into
a kitchen chair as she purposefully moved around the kitchen, gathering
ingredients, finding pots and pans. Getting the bacon cooking. Her long
legs flashing as he strode around. Smiling.

Soon, the heavenly smells of breakfast began to permeate the air. I was
famished. The girls' intake of food had been very limited. I was
trying to
keep them a little hungry to make them a bit more cooperative. I'd been
giving them snacks from time to time, but no really good hot meals. As a
result, I hadn't been eating quite right either.

I watched with a smile on my face as she jumped when the bacon grease
caught
her bare skin. She yelped and turned to see me grinning. She smiled and
stuck out her tongue.

"Don't be sticking out that thing unless you intend to use it."

She put on a mischievous grin and mocked me. "What makes you think that
I wouldn't?"

"Get back to work, vixen."

She stuck her tongue out again, but turned back to breakfast.

I rose and wandered back to the bedroom. Opening the door silently I
poked
my head in. Jane was still fast asleep. Dreaming. Pulling against the
ropes
that held her. Amy and Elizabeth dead to the world on the bed.

I moved over to Jane and touched her bare shoulder. Her eyes fluttered
open,
and she groaned. I knelt and began to untie her ankles. Soon she was
free and
I helped her get her cramped body out of the chair. She groaned again
as she
rose to her bare feet. She appeared to about to say something.
Pressing my 
finger to her lips, I pointed to Amy and Elizabeth sound asleep on the
bed.
Jane nodded and we made our way slowly out of the bedroom, giving Jane's
cramped muscles time to adjust to their freedom, closing the door
silently 
behind us.

"God. Don't ever sleep tied to a chair. That's all I have to say."
Jane was
rolling her neck and shaking her legs out.

"Cramped?"

"A bit. Is that bacon I smell?"

"Yup."

"Bet I don't get any."

"Why not?"

"Really?" I nodded.

The look of wonder on her face. Just like a child. She raised up on
her toes 
and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"This slave is so very hungry. She thanks her master for his kindness."

Back to the slave talk. She was getting pretty good at it. By this
time we
had made our way back out to the kitchen area. Christi turned away
from the
eggs she was cooking and made a face at Jane. Guess she probably heard
the
last "slave" sentence. Her look was one of those don't-humour-him
looks. I
gave her a withering glance and she grinned again, sticking out her
tongue
and returned to her task.

I guided Jane to one of the chairs. She sat, trying to adjust her hands
still cuffed behind her.

With a mischievous grin, Jane looked up at me. "A slave cannot eat her
breakfast with her wrists handcuffed, can she?"

"I guess we'll just have to do something about that." I was wondering
what the
heck had gotten into these two this morning. Both mischievous.
Teasing. I
guess they were just feeling perky. Maybe they were morning people.
Amazing
what a good rest would do.

Christi carried the plates of food to the table and placed a plate at
each setting. A cup of coffee beside her's and Jane's plate. 

"So, how do you like being served by the naked chef?" She flung her
arms out.

Unsure of all this energy in the morning, I just smiled at her. That was
enough for her as she settled into her seat. I suspect that she was
beginning
to look forward to her first decent meal in a long time.

She picked up her fork and had just about begun to dig in when I
stopped her.

"Christi."

Her arm stopped midway to her plate. She turned her head, dread in her
eyes.
I could see it. After making her prepare everything, I wasn't going to
let
her eat. Her smile faded and tears began to flood into her eyes.
"Please.
M-M-Master. I'm so hungry."

"Christi." I took the fork away from her. Letting her think for a
second that
I wasn't going to let her eat. Jane just pulled at her cuffs, smelling
the
food in front of her. "Christi. I should have warned you before you
went to
all this trouble of setting the table for three." The tears
overwhelmed her
eyes and the first coursed down her cheek.

"Please. Whatever I've done, I'm sorry. Please. I'm so hungry."

I tasted the bacon. She was actually a really good cook. The bacon was
just
the way I enjoyed it. I watched her eyes as they followed the piece of
bacon
from my plate to my mouth. Wanting. Longing. Not daring to eat without
my
permission.

I swallowed. "Christi, don't you think you should wait for me to
finish."

She choked out her answer. "I g-g-guess. But my breakfast will get cold.
Please." I saw a light go on inside her head and she struggled for the
words. "Please ... M-m-m-master ... y-your s-sla-ve ... please have pity
on her." The last words fell out of her mouth in a rush. Damn, they were
catching on quick.

I nodded to her and her face brightened.

"Eat slowly, Christi. Use your fingers. Don't wolf it down. I know
you're
hungry." 

Jane whimpered quietly. "Please. Master. Your slave begs to be freed
to eat
her breakfast." I saw a way of slowing down Christi.

I shook my head watching as the tears began to fall from Jane's eyes.
I felt
sorry for her. I'm sure that she was just as hungry as the rest of us.
And
she hadn't even done anything to deserve punishment.

"Christi. Help Jane. Okay? One for you, one for her. She's hungry too."

Jane closed her eyes. Her face flushing. She wasn't even going to be
allowed
to feed herself, but had to take her food from the fingers of another
woman.

Christi looked up from her breakfast and gave Jane a reassuring look.
She
reached over to Jane's plate and brought a piece of bacon to her lips.
Jane,
still flushed accepted the food and swallowed hungrily.

I finished my breakfast far before Christi and Jane, they only sharing
one
set of hands between the two of them. I sat back and watched the girls
interact. After the initial discomfort it looked like Jane was actually 
getting into being fed. Smiling, and docilely waiting for Christi to get
back to her. God, it was nice having the two bare beauties at the
breakfast table. One feeding the other like a child. Eating with nude
women. 
Nothing quite like it.

I watched as Christi finished off Jane's plate. Mopping up the last of
the
yolk with the toast and placing it into Jane's mouth. Jane licking at
her
fingers. Finally, finishing the last of her own breakfast and licking
the last
crumbs from her own fingers. She didn't even seem to mind not being
allowed
to use cutlery.

Fed, the girls seemed to be a bit happier. They settled down and
relaxed a
bit. Christi turned her gaze to me.

"Can I ask what we are going to be doing today, without you getting
mad at me?"

"Sure."

Her brow furrowed, not realizing that I was playing with her.

"Well?"

"Well what?" I liked keeping them off balance. And they had been more
than
irritating with their cheerfulness this morning. *I* wasn't a morning
person.

"What are we going to do?" She seemed almost, but not quite annoyed.
Puzzled.
Confused maybe.

"Do you really want to know?"

"Probably not. Let me guess. I'll be using my tongue again." She
shivered.

"Maybe. I thought we might go back to visit Kimberly. She would probably
be glad to see us."

"I'd almost forgotten about her. You think she's alright?"

"Probably very thirsty, hungry and aching, unless she's figured out a
way
of getting those clothespins off."

"Oh God." Imagining the plight of the poor girl.

"Who's Kimberly?" from Jane.

"Kimberly is the second girl he grabbed after me." Christi explained.
"Last I
saw of her, she was tied into a chair, breasts bound and clothespins
on her
nipples. God, that must have been two days ago."

Jane winced. "That's pretty harsh. Even for you."

"This is why I think we better go see to her. Even if it's just to
return her
to her own time. I may be cruel, but I don't think it is necessary to
kill
anyone. Least of all by starvation."

Christi got up and began to clear the table, dumping the dishes in the
sink.
I watched as the nude girl ran some water into the sink and quietly
washed
the dishes. Probably thinking about the horrible experience that
Kimberly was
going through.

She finished and then came and knelt by my feet. Her hands resting
easily on
my thigh.

I sat there thinking for a few minutes, the girls knew better than to
disturb
me when I was thinking. Finally, I handed Christi the key to Jane's
handcuffs
and bade her release Jane.

As Jane's wrists came free she remarked, "You couldn't have done that
before
breakfast, could you?" She rubbed her wrists. Been in confinement for
a hell
of a long time.

"Janey, then I wouldn't have seen Christi feed you." She flushed. "Quite
erotic actually."

"You are a bastard, you know that?"

"Yup." Mischievous grin of my own.

"You two care to have a shower?"

"Oh God. Please. I feel so dirty," Christi said.

Jane looked shrewdly at me. "Hot water?"

Christi chimed in as well. "Please don't make us take another cold
shower."

I looked at Jane. "You want hot water?"

I watched as she consciously slipped into slave mode. It was something
to
see. Her eyes even changed. Became softer somehow. She knew that I
wanted 
her to beg and if she begged enough I'd let her have what she wanted.
She 
immediately slipped to the floor onto her knees.

"Master? Please. Have pity on a worthless slave? Please allow her hot
water? It was so cold last time. Your poor slave was shivering. Please
allow
your dumb slave to shower with hot water. Please." She actually managed
to get her eyes to brim with tears as she begged. No shame. She knew
that
this was the only way to get anything extra from me. She had nothing
else
with which to bargain.

I felt my body react. Seeing her naked, on her knees. Begging for
something 
as simple as hot water in the shower. I was completely erect; so
turned on. 
And she seemed so sincere. She knew she had to beg or she was
showering in 
the freezing cold spray again. It didn't take much to get to me.

"Go on you two. Hot as you like. But be quick."

They jumped to their feet and practically ran out of the kitchen. I
just shook
my head. Who would have thought, two days ago that I'd be so completely
controlling such beautiful women. I'll bet they would never have guessed
either.

I casually strolled to the bathroom and walked in. No need to knock.
The 
steam from the shower assaulted me as I wandered in. I could hear the
two 
of them splashing about in the shower. I doubt if they even knew I was 
there. I actually heard Christi laugh as she dropped the soap. I
watched 
and listened to the two girls for about ten minutes before Jane
slipped out 
of the shower. Her bare body dripping. I suppose that it wasn't often 
that they had privacy or pleasure. The simply pleasure of hot water 
running over their sore bodies revitalized them. Jane looked positively
radiant.

As she stepped out of the shower, I watched her jump as she realized I
was in
the bathroom with them. Then she smiled, casting her eyes downward,
"A slave thanks her master for letting her take a hot shower."

Her mischievous grin played at the corner of her pretty mouth as she
tried
her best to keep a straight face. Finally, giving up, she minced over to
where I was leaning on the counter, stood on her toes and gave me a
quick
kiss. "You know," she said to me, "if it wasn't for you being a complete
bastard every so often it might actually be pleasant being here." She
playfully tossed her hair, catching me with drops of water. She danced
away
before I could react and give her a swat.

Her words caught me a bit off guard. But she didn't seem to expect an
answer 
from me. She just grabbed the towel off the towel bar and began the
process of
drying herself. Christi peeked out around the shower curtain.

They both seemed to be in an odd mood today. "Can a slave have a few
more
minutes? This water feels wonderful to her." I nodded to her. 

I shook my head wondering where all the sudden submissiveness came
from. 
Perhaps they had just figured out that their submissiveness wasn't too
hard 
to affect and drastically made life easier for them. Damn, it was hard
to 
say no to a naked woman trying so hard to please. And I was beginning to
suspect that they knew that. Must have been hard for them, though.
Especially 
Jane.

Jane finished drying herself, and combed out her long brunette hair. She
saw me watching her, and purposefully turned her body towards me as she
ran the comb through her now clean locks.

After she was done, she looked at me. Christi was just stepping out of
the
shower, turning it off as she left. 

Jane asked me, "Do you want us in make up?"

"Sounds good." I shrugged. I didn't actually care, not a huge make-up
man.
And these girls didn't really need make-up. "Not going to dry your
hair?"

"Never do. You want me to?"

I shrugged. Couldn't think of why I should make her dry her hair. She
just
bent to the counter and picked up some of Amy's makeup and began to
lightly
put some on. Lipstick. Some eye highlights. Nothing garish. She finished
and walked over to her.

"How do I look?"

"Clean."

"Thanks." She looked a bit disappointed.

"Clean is good. You look gorgeous. No nail polish?"

"Do you like a woman in nail polish?"

I nodded. She smiled. "Red or purple?" She held up the only two bottles
that Amy had on the counter.

I pointed to the red. And she bent to her task fingers and toes.
Christi was 
just finishing up, blow drying her blonde mane. Silently, she set about 
making herself up as well. She used a little more than Jane, but they 
both looked drop dead gorgeous after they were done. Damn, had they
only 
known how good they looked and how close they had just come to having 
sex right then and there.

While waiting for the nail polish to dry, Jane decided to push her
luck. 
"Please, can't we put on some clothes? We'll be good. I promise. I'm so 
tired of being naked."

I smiled at her. "Jane, I'd get used to the nude look. That's one thing
that you're not even going to be able to beg for and get. You're welcome
to try, I like you begging, but I'll give you advance warning. I like
you
naked more than I like the begging."

She just hung her head. "You can't blame a girl for trying."

I touched her head, motioned to Christi. I'd carried in two pairs of
handcuffs.
I just pointed to the cuffs and watched as Jane picked up the first
pair,
Christi the second. With a plaintive look, but seeing that it would do
her no
good to argue, Jane wrapped the first cuff around her right wrist. She 
started to put her hands behind her to close the left cuff but I
stopped 
her with another touch.

"In front is okay, this time."

She smiled gratefully and managed to close the other cuff in front of
her.
Christi did the same. I stepped back and just enjoyed the sight of these
beautiful creatures handcuffing themselves for me.

After their wrists were secure in front of them, I reached forward and
traced
a finger down Jane's right breast. Her skin was silky soft from the
shower.
She just stood still, even when my finger traced over her erect
nipple. I
motioned Christi over and elicited a gasp from her as I repeated the
action
on her left breast.

I placed my hands on their upper arms, relishing the feel of their soft
skin and walking slowly between them, I guided them from the bathroom
and
out into the living area.





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