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

"God, I'm tired," Christi muttered as we passed through the doors. Her
whole
body ached from the games.

I checked my watch. "You've only been up for six hours."

"Six hours? My God. It seems like forever."

I looked at her. "I'm still full of energy."

"You would be. You haven't been nude, chained and forced to endure
abuse for
six hours."

I just smiled at her and she stuck out her tongue.

"Jane?"

"Yes?" she answered cheerily. Glad to be away from the store.

"Do you know how to drive?"

"I don't have a license."

"I doubt if any cops are going to stop us. And if they do, your lack
of a
license will be the least of my problems. Can you drive?"

"My boyfriend let me drive his car once. But Christi drove us here.
Why me?"

"Christi claims she is tired. Tired drivers cause accidents."

"And drivers without licenses don't?" she raised her eyebrows. I shook
my
head. Her sarcasm was going to cause her trouble in the future. I
ignored
it this time. To be honest, it didn't bother me a lot.

"Do you think you can drive us back to the hotel?"

"I guess. If I don't have a choice."

I considered having her drive. I didn't particularly want her without
her
steel bands. She still looked ravishing in those restraints.
Inexperienced
driver. No license. Nude. Strange car. Hands bound. Odd driving
conditions.
Didn't sound like a wonderful situation to me. And I wanted to get
back to 
the hotel. Walking, though pleasant, wasn't in the plans for today.
Perhaps 
later.

I just looked at Christi. She sighed. "OK. I'll drive." Not even
bothering
to suggest that I take the wheel. She managed to open the drivers door
to the Toyota with her bound wrists without too much trouble. Slipping
in
behind the steering wheel and waiting for me and Jane. 

I turned to Jane. "Wrists."

She obediently held her hands up for me. I unlocked her wrists and had
her
turn around. She reluctantly held her hands behind her back and I
slipped
the cuffs back on her. She turned around, a hurt expression on her face.
The girls really did prefer their hands in front of them if they had to
be bound.

"Well, if you're useless to drive, then why should I have your hands in
front. This looks much prettier."

I watched as she fought back the tears. Tears brought on by her
helplessness.
Her complete inability to do anything about her situation. The fact that
she had to stand there and allow me to bind her hands behind her. Not
having
any voice in the matter. She bravely fought the tears and slipped into
the back
seat of the car. Her eyes looking at me accusingly. She probably
thought that
she had earned the privilege of having her hands bound in front of
her. And
truthfully she had. She'd been more than cooperative today. But life
isn't 
always fair. Especially for women under my control.

I slipped the seat belt around her waist and down between her bare
breasts
holding her safely into the seat. She settled back and closed her eyes.

I climbed into the passenger side and belted myself in as well. "Drive
on,
James ... er Jamie."

"Where to?"

"Back to the hotel. No rush." I settled back and took Jane's lead and
closed
my eyes.

I felt the car jostling as the naked woman guided it through the strange
world back to the hotel. I opened my eyes as we arrived. Christi just
parked in front, an impossibility if the world was running. Damn taxis
and
such getting in the way.

Christi handed me the keys to the car. I'm not really sure what she
did with
them last time. As she handed me the keys she spoke, "In case I'm not
with
you next time you need the car. I don't exactly have pockets anymore."
She
glanced down at her bare body. 

"You have a couple of places to keep them."

"Oh God. Please no." She realized where she might have to keep the
keys given
that she had no clothing.

I grinned at her and gently took the keys from her fingers. I slipped
the key 
into my own pocket and climbed out of the car as she sighed in relief.
Christi 
managed to get her own seatbelt off, and out of the car on her own.
Jane sat 
quietly waiting for me to come and release her, her hands tied a
little more 
awkwardly than Christi's.

Once we all had gotten out of the car, we walked straight through the
lobby
of the hotel. Two bare girls and me. Just as we neared the stairs, I
stopped
them. I pointed back the way we came.

"See that girl behind the desk?" I pointed to a young redhead frozen
in the
middle of the working at the computer. Christi and Jane nodded.
"Before we
leave here, she's going to be spread out between those two pillars.
Begging."

Christi just turned pale. "God. You know already that you are going to
torture her. God help her."

"Yup. Nipple clamps. The crop against her back as she begs and
screams. While 
you use that wonderful tongue of your's on her puss."

"Oh my God. Please no."

"Not now. Later."

"Is that my punishment?" referring to her bargain to get Kimberly off
our
timeline.

I just shook my head. "If it was your punishment, the positions would be
reversed. You'd be tied to the pillars and begging as you were
cropped. The
redhead on her knees making love to you. I've got something better in
mind
for you."

"I'm sure I'll love it."

I idly wondered what the redhead's name was going to be as I watched
the lithe
nude bodies climbing the stairs in front of me. We entered the quiet
suite.
I remembered that I'd left Elizabeth and Amy sleeping peacefully in the
bedroom. I poked my head in, and they were both still happily asleep. I
quietly shut the door, leaving them in peace. For now.

I released Christi's hands. She stood rubbing her wrists, not having
been
free of the steel bands for a long time.

"Christi?" I addressed her.

"Yes sir."

"I want you to make us some lunch. Peanut butter for you and Jane. One
sandwich each. Grilled cheese for myself. Two. And breakfast for
Elizabeth 
and Amy. I'm going to wake them soon. Maybe make them some toast and
cereal."

"Please. Can I ask for something. Small?" Christi looked a bit agitated.

"Yes ..."

"Peanut butter sandwiches? Please. I don't like peanut butter. Never
have."

"Are you allergic to nuts?"

"No. I just can't stand the taste ... or the consistency," she
explained.

"Does it matter what you like?"

"No sir," her face falling. "I'll eat the peanut butter."

The nude blonde wandered towards the kitchen. I heard her begin her
preparations to prepare the food. 

I guided Jane to the couch. She sat down daintily and settled back into
the sofa. Legs crossed. I sat down in the easy chair facing her. She
just 
gazed at me for a few minutes. I could tell that she was struggling
with 
something. Wanting to talk but not knowing how to start. Perhaps
afraid of
starting. One advantage of having the women nude, their body language
was 
a lot more pronounced. I doubt if they were even aware of it. But I was 
beginning to be able to tell their moods and sometimes even their
thoughts 
from how they held their bodies.

She opened her mouth and closed it again. Pulled weakly at her wrists.

"Please," she began. "Can a slave beg to have her hands free. She hates
them behind her. Please."

"Jane. I like you with your hands back there."

"You don't have any idea what its like to be in chains all the time.
Please."

"Jane. Something on your mind?"

"Oh God. Can I talk without you punishing me?"

"I'm listening. What's up?"

Tears filled her eyes and one escaped. She shook her head in
frustration. Not
being able to wipe the moisture from her face. I reached forward and
stroked
the tear from her cheek. "Jane," I started. "It's about the store
isn't it?"
I was just trying to get her talking. Normally, I wouldn't make it
this easy
on any of them. In this case, I had a funny feeling I knew what was on
her
mind and I didn't really feel like tormenting her further.

"I'm so confused," her voice low.

"'bout what?" As though I didn't know.

"You bastard. You made me beg."

"Yeah. I knew I could."

"How?"

"What?"

"How did you know? You could do that to me?" She was crying a bit now.
Still
pulling at her bound hands. Her bare feet curling and uncurling her
toes.

"Jane. It wasn't hard. In your position, you can't hide a lot. Your body
gave me all the signals."

"My body. Dammit. If you didn't keep us naked all the time ..."

"I like you naked."

"Don't I know it. And you like making us do things too. And keeping us
bound,
helpless, humiliated. Like animals."

"Hey. I treat you better than animals."

"Not much. We're just pretty, female pets to you. Look at me." That
wasn't 
hard. I let my eyes run down her bare body and back up to her face. "I'm
a person over here. Hello? I'm Jane. I have a name. I'm not just an
object.
Put here for your pleasure. I have feelings. I hurt. God, how I hurt
for you.
I'm a human being. I shouldn't be treated like this."

"So you want me to treat you like a human being right?"

"Isn't that just common sense. Please. I'm not equipped to handle
this. I'm
only seventeen."

"Jane. You are a strong girl. You are holding up a hell of a lot
better than
I would in your place."

"Damn right. But do I have a choice? You'll punish me if I don't."

Her eyes widened slightly as Christi walked into the room. Jane
stopped talking
as Christi knelt down by my feet and looked up at me. I guess I could
have
forced her to continue despite Christi's presence, but decided that it
might
be better to continue the discussion in private.

"I'm done. Food is on the table," Christi spoke from the floor at my
feet.

"We're not ready for it yet."

"Oh."

"Would you like to take a shower?"

"God. Would I?" she looked up at me hopefully.

"Two showers in one day. That's pretty extravagant. But I guess you've
been
through a lot. Go shower."

She continued to kneel there. Her face a mask of concentration.

"What is it?"

She gathered up her courage. "Is your slave allowed to use hot water?"
her 
eyes exceptionally expressive this time.

She must have really wanted to use hot water. Used her slave talk and 
everything. Took a bit of concentration. It was unusual for Christi to
slip into the third person for me. Jane could turn it on and off at
will.
And did.

I had to bite back a smile. "I don't know. A private shower. *And* hot
water?
I'm not sure if you've done anything to deserve hot water." Previously
I'd
always forced the girls to take showers together. Two or three at a
time.
This was unusual letting her take one alone. Giving her time to
herself. She
was pushing her luck and knew it.

"Oh please. This slave begs her master. She doesn't want to use cold
water.
Please. This slave will be good for the rest of the day. She promises.
Please?"

I relented. I couldn't think of anything that she'd done lately that
required punishment. Maybe she actually would behave for the rest of the
day. I nodded at her. "Go have a hot shower."

She didn't need to be told again. She climbed to her bare feet. She
tossed 
a quick whispered "Thank-you" over her shoulder as she scampered to the 
bathroom. Moments later I heard the water running and her softly
singing 
to herself in the shower. Some Aerosmith tune, I think.





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