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

I turned back to Jane who gazed back at me from the sofa.

"You let her take a hot shower? By herself?" Incredulous.

"I don't always treat you like animals."

"I guess not. When your not torturing us, it isn't so bad, I guess. I
just
wish you'd let us wear something sometimes. And didn't keep us trussed
up
like dogs all the time."

"What would like to wear? Hmmmm? Some stockings? High heels? Corsets?
Gloves?"
An evil thought. "Chastity belt?"

"Oh God. Leave it to you to come up with distasteful things. Nude will
do
fine, if those are my choices. I suppose it could be worse."

"Have to do something about that. Can't have you happy."

"Master?"

"You don't have to call me Master, right now."

"I don't?"

"No. What's on your mind? Something's bothering you." I could tell that
something was bothering her beyond just having to sit there naked and
handcuffed.

"God. What have you done to me?" The tears began to form again, but
she managed
to will them away again. "Here I am. A strong girl. You know.
Feministic.
Good student. Popular with the guys. And then you come along. Strip me.
Humiliate me. Keep me tied up twenty-four hours a day. You hit me a few
times and I'm acting like a slut. Talking to you like I'm some kind of
slave. Begging. And, oh god, orgasming. God. Having orgasms like I
never knew
existed. Begging you to hit me. Begging for abuse. I'm sick. I hate
myself. 
I don't know what to do. I don't have anyone to turn to. God. What
have you 
done to me?"

By now the girl was weeping. Unable to stop the tears any longer.
Confused 
and scared and finally allowed to let it out. I moved over to the sofa 
beside her. Wrapped my arms around her. Stroked her hair and her back
until 
she managed to stop crying. She gave a small hiccup and looked up at me.

"God. What have I become? Why?"

"Janey. Sweetheart. I don't have all the answers."

"You know," she choked out slowly. "Remember you punished me in the
store?
Whipped me?"

I nodded.

"Oh God. I can't tell you this. I. I. I did it on purpose. I. I could
have
stayed where you put me. Obeyed. My head knew that I should do what
you asked.
I wasn't involved. Be happy. But my body went haywire or something. I
started 
to imagine that you'd punish me if I got up and tried to help.
Imagined you
hitting me with the crop. Me helpless. And the butterflies began to
flutter
in my stomach. My. My pussy began to throb. It was like I didn't have
any
choice. My breasts were still aching from yesterday. And I knew that if
I pushed you, that you'd tie me down and hit them again. My head was
fighting
with my body. I. I hated myself. But my body. My pussy. Won. I just
got up
and took the bottle away from you. At least I stopped you tormenting
that
poor woman. At least it didn't go for nothing." She began to shake
again.
"Why? Why? Why?"

"Why what?" I asked her gently.

"Why the hell does my body like the pain? Why do I get turned on by you
forcing me? Humiliating me? Hurting me? Please."

"Sweetheart. I really, really don't know."

"But you knew that it was happening."

I nodded. "Janey, that is why I knew I could make you beg. Just human
nature.
I forced you to stay so close to release for that long. And then added
more
and more stimulation. My God, I'm surprised that you held out as long
as you
did. You are a strong girl. I knew what buttons to press. That's all." I
poked her erect nipples for emphasis and she actually giggled. She was
going to be alright.

"Am I going to be alright?" she asked. She was asking the wrong person.

"I think so. Just don't lose your spirit."

She thought about that and nodded. "You can make me feel weird things.
Apparently, you can even make me beg to humiliate myself. But you'll
never have my soul. Got that?"

"Deal." I didn't particularly want a completely broken girl anyway. They
aren't nearly as much fun. The fun was in the breaking. Or the attempt.

"I'm feeling pretty icky as well. Can I have a shower as well?"

I gave her a kiss on the nose. Turned her around so her back was towards
me. I released her cuffs. As I was releasing her I idly mentioned, "What
no slave talk?"

"I don't want one that badly. I'm still pretty clean. And I'm tired of
being
a slave."

"If you're not careful, I'll make you take a cold one."

She stuck her tongue out at me. Didn't surprise me. The girl was
probably
feeling about a million times better after just talking it out.

She rose to her bare feet.

I aimed a swat at her bare bottom and she danced away. "Go on you minx.
And have fun."

She looked over her bare shoulder just before disappearing down the
hallway
towards the bathroom. "Your slave thanks you for talking to her." She
didn't
wait for a response but practically ran down to the shower.

Soon I heard her chasing Christi out of the shower. The Aerosmith song 
being taken up by Jane's voice as the spray hit her tired body. Jane
actually
had a good voice. I'd have to have her sing for me sometime.

I relaxed and waited for the girls to return from their shower. Christi
wandered down the hall and poked her head around the corner. Her hair
was
still slightly damp, though it looked like she had dried most of it. She
was wearing light make-up and as I noticed her, she pranced out into the
living room. Her body radiant after the shower.

She walked over to the easy chair I was sitting in and knelt down.

"Feeling better?" I asked her.

"Much. Thank-you." Eyes downcast.

I waited for a while. She seemed content to just kneel there lost in her
own thoughts. It was almost time to rouse Elizabeth and Amy for their
breakfast.

"You think that you can handle Amy and Elizabeth? Get them up and
presentable?"

"I guess." She slowly climbed to her feet. "Are you going to let them
shower?"

"They had a shower before sleeping. They shouldn't need one. Just wake
them
up and untie them. Brush their hair out."

I watched as the bare girl walked slowly back to the bedroom.
Seemingly lost
in her own thoughts. I thought I heard some soft sounds and groans as
the 
women were awakened. They probably only had six or seven hours of
sleep. 
Not nearly enough after what I put them through. But they really didn't 
have any choice. If I didn't want them to sleep, then they didn't sleep.
They'd be alright.

I got up and walked silently down the hallway. Just wanted to check on
the
girls. Jane was toweling off. She flashed me a smile as I poked my head
in the doorway. The bedroom door was ajar. Christi was just untying
Amy's
feet. She still looked groggy. Elizabeth was brushing out her red hair
facing the mirror. She looked a bit sleepy as well. I retreated back
to the
living room without the three of them even noticing me.

Soon all four emerged from the hallway. Christi leading the pack. I
marveled
at the sight. Not often that you see a pack of beautiful, nude women
simply
walk out of a hallway. They stood a little awkwardly in the center of
the room.
Not quite knowing what I wanted from them.

I spoke to Christi. "Alright. I want you to re-heat my sandwiches.
When you're
done, let me know."

Christi disappeared into the kitchen. I heard her knock a few pots
together
and a few minutes later she stuck her head back out, "Soup's on."

I nodded to the remaining girls who piled into the kitchen. The table
was
going to be cramped with five of us, but if it got too uncomfortable, I
could always get two of them on the floor. I could hear Christi
organizing
everyone, like a mother hen. Though she'd been a captive the longest,
she was
far from the oldest among the girls. She just seemed to have an
organized
mind. I smiled. After it seemed like they were settled, I joined them.
The 
four girls were jammed together on one side of the table. My seat was 
reasonably clear as I sat down; I had lots of elbow room. Didn't quite
seem fair, but after all they were the captives. I wasn't sure what
went 
through their minds, but one of them was probably smart enough to know
that 
if there wasn't enough room at the table, some of them, if not all,
would 
be eating off the floor. So they pushed themselves together to ensure 
that I had enough room. Clever, whoever it was.

I glanced around at the four beauties. Four gorgeous pairs of breasts.
Their
bodies pressed together. Faces looking at me expectantly. Wanting to
eat, but
afraid of starting before me.

I nodded to them. Christi and Jane picked up their sandwiches. Christi
made
a face as she took the first bite, but managed to swallow it. Jane just
hungrily chewed into hers. I noticed that Christi hadn't placed
cutlery on
the table for Elizabeth and Amy. Both having a bowl of cereal, they
looked
at the food helplessly.

Amy spoke up, "Please. Can I get a spoon?"

I just shook my head. Christi spoke up. "He won't let us use cutlery."

Amy looked incredulous. "You have to be joking. How the hell are we
supposed
to eat this?"

I looked at her. She must have still been sleepy or groggy, perhaps
overtired.

"Amy?" Christi was taken a bit aback, not expecting this vehemence out
of Amy.

She glared back at me. "Well, how the fuck am I supposed to eat this?"

Elizabeth touched her arm and whispered to her. "Amy. Honey. Calm.
Like this."
She bent forward. And without the use of her hands even, began to lap
at the
milk. It was awkward, but she could eat her breakfast. Picking at the
cereal
with her fingers.

Amy watched incredulous.

"God. I'm not going to eat like that. I refuse to be treated like an
animal
anymore. Fuck him. It's not enough that I'm naked here? I can't even use
a spoon like a civilized human being? Fuck that." She pushed herself
away 
from the table and got to her feet. "I'm finding some goddamn clothes
and
getting the hell away from here. What are you going to do about it?" She
glared at me. I just calmly gazed back at her. I wasn't too surprised
that
one of them had snapped. A shouting match wasn't going to solve
anything.

Elizabeth, Christi and Jane had given up. They just tried to make
themselves
as tiny as possible. Eating quietly. Trying their damnedest to
disappear. Not
wanting to be involved further in this. Not even Jane.

Amy, still angry, stalked out of the kitchen. I could hear her
stomping down
the hallway. Still muttering. I gave her a few minutes and then got to
my
feet.

Jane looked up at me. Always the brave one. I was actually surprised
that
she was brave enough to say anything.

"Please. Master. Please don't ... she's just frustrated. She's just a
girl."

One look and her jaw snapped shut audibly. She didn't want to be a
part of 
this. She knew that the punishment for Amy was going to be far beyond
any 
punishment that her body might welcome. Jane just went back to taking
tiny
bites of her sandwich. Trying to disappear again. She whispered softly, 
"Please. I'm sorry."

I walked slowly out and down the hall. I stopped at the bedroom doorway
where Amy was already in a bra and panties. She was crying, just about
to
pull a sweater over her head.

"Care to apologize?" I asked softly.

"Fuck you." She glared at me. "I'm tired of being your slave. Tired of
being
tied up to sleep. Tired of being kept without the simple dignity of
clothing.
Tired of jumping when you say jump. I'm not your toy. You should be
apologizing
to me. You fucking bastard."

"Amy. Calm down. You know I'm not going to let you walk out of here."

"What are you going to do about it?" She pulled the sweater over her
head.

I was beginning to see that she had lost it. She simply didn't care
anymore.
That could be dangerous. I debated just returning her. I didn't need
these
problems. However. If I did that, the other women might see a way out.
If
they acted nuts, and openly disobeyed, resisted, I might give up on them
and just return them to the bliss of the frozen time line. That wouldn't
be good. I simply couldn't let Amy get away with this rebellion.

"Amy. Don't make it worse on yourself."

"That's a laugh. How could it be worse? Eating out of a bowl like some
kind
of animal. I'm not your freaking pet. Goddammit."

"Actually you are. And believe me. It can always be worse."

"Fuck you. What are you going to do about it? Fucker. I'm leaving."

This could become very dangerous. I had a wild girl here. The other
three,
unbound in the kitchen. I couldn't very well enlist the other three.
They
were scared at the moment. But if they saw the chance, they might try to
overpower me. That just wouldn't be good. I could stop them. I wasn't
afraid of that. But the last thing I needed was rebellion. Guess I
should
have bound them for breakfast. But I wasn't expecting this.





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