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

I walked over the where Christi was kneeling and crouched down.

"You actually going to hit her while I'm gone?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"Not really. I'll make a judgment call depending on the state of her
nipples
on whether you've done your job. If you haven't hit her, or not hard
enough
then you know the consequences. I wouldn't fall asleep if I were you.
If she 
doesn't beg to be hit somewhere else, land both strokes on her breasts. 
Understand?"

"Oh God. Haven't you done enough to her? She's hurt. Believe me. She's
hurt.
She's learned her lesson. She'll never dare it again. Even you must be
able to see that."

"Christi. Dear. She was broken after I threatened her father. And if
not,
certainly after the tongue thing. The point is, I want her to never
forget
this. And she won't. Her breasts are going to be too sore to forget for
days."

"God. You are planning on keeping us forever. Aren't you?"

"I told you. Until I tire of you. And that ain't likely to happen in
the next
couple of days. Now, be a good girl and get a robe and a pair of
handcuffs."

She didn't need to be told twice. She scampered to her bare feet and
practically ran to the bathroom, picking up a pair of handcuffs along
the way. The things were scattered about the suite. She returned
moments 
later carrying a white courtesy bathrobe and handcuffs.

"Please, can I put it on?" A look of sheer anticipation on her face. She
hadn't had a scrap of clothing on, unless you counted ropes and chains,
in three solid days. I suspect that she would have agreed to anything to
be allowed even this skimpy protection.

I reminded myself that she'd been good today, and I wouldn't be around
for
a couple of hours anyway. It wouldn't really matter if I allowed her
clothes.
She just might be even more cooperative if I gave her small rewards
from time
to time. I nodded slowly.

Like a little girl, she shrugged into the garment. The sleeves only
reached
to her elbows and the hem of the robe was short, falling just to the
middle of her thighs. She was a tall for a girl, but not exceptionally
tall.
Looking at her, I couldn't imagine her answering the door for room
service
in that thing. But, I wasn't about to complain. The shorter; the
better as far
as I was concerned. And she seemed thrilled to have anything to cover
her 
nudity. I stopped her just before she belted it closed around herself.

"No belt."

I reached forward and pulled the white belt from the loops on the
garment. 
Her face registered disappointment but not surprise. I guess she knew
that
that was likely to happen. Can't blame a girl for trying. She knew
that if
she sat, she'd be able to arrange the white terrycloth to cover
herself anyway.
And she knew that the only time she'd have to stand was every fifteen
minutes
to hit Amy while I was gone.

"Please, I don't need to be handcuffed," she pleaded as I grasped her
right
wrist and began to apply the steel. "I can make a more accurate swing.
Please."

I just looked into her earnest face. I guess I couldn't blame them for
trying.
She saw that she wasn't going to get anywhere with this fight and meekly
raised her other arm to make it easier for me to cuff her. Satisfied
with the
cloth draping her body. Partially hiding her. Once she was secured
into the 
cuffs, I led her out into the living area.

Jane and Elizabeth were kneeling, facing each other in the middle of the
living area. They had used handcuffs to secure their hands behind
them. They
were quietly talking as we entered. Their faces turned to us, surprise
registering in Jane's face as she noted the robe that Christi was
wearing.
Perhaps some jealousy. Strange to think that this girl could get jealous
of another woman because she had a bathrobe partially on. Their lives
had
changed so much. I'm surprised any of them were sane. And I wasn't
surprised
that Amy had gone over the edge for a while. But she was currently
suffering
for her temporary insanity. And the other girls, especially Christi
knew it.

"To your feet."

Jane and Elizabeth struggled to their bare feet. I walked forward,
leaving
Christi standing by the hallway, and placed a collar on Elizabeth.
Jane was
still wearing hers that I'd placed around her throat so long ago. I
picked
up some leashes from the pack and attached them to their collars. They
didn't look happy about it, but were afraid to say anything. I pressed
the
pack into Elizabeth's fingers behind her back and guided the girls to
the
door.

I turned to Christi. "Remember your instructions. And be prepared to
lose that
robe when I return. Enjoy it while you can." She nodded. Tears
brimming in her
eyes. Perhaps knowing that she was going to lose the clothing. Perhaps
not
wanting to go back and torture Amy. Maybe both. I watched as she walked
to the sofa and sat down. A look of pleasure replacing the tears as she
worked with her bound hands to arrange the skimpy bathrobe to cover her
bareness. It worked rather well. She actually looked very attractive
curled
up on the couch, mostly buried in the folds of the terrycloth. I'd
never 
seen her in clothing of any sort. Having taken her three days ago; her 
having the misfortune of being nude at the time the world stopped.
Perhaps 
I'd start allowing them some clothes once in a while. Seeing what they 
looked like. Amy had looked nice in her sweater and jeans as well. And
the
clothes were certainly fun to cut off their bodies. Christi smiled at
me 
and waved her bound hands at me. Urging me to leave. Probably looking
forward
to some privacy. And not bound uncomfortably. Must have seemed like
heaven
to the captive girl.

I guided Jane and Elizabeth slowly out of the hotel. Back down the
stairs
and out the lobby. When we reached the street, Jane tugged on the leash
to get my attention.

I turned around. I had them following me and Elizabeth almost ran into
me.
I gave Jane a dirty look and she paled. Not quite knowing how to appease
me.

"Please. Master."

"Jane."

"Oh God. Please, can a girl speak without punishment? Oh God."

She must have been pretty desperate about something to bother me in my
current
mood.

"Alright," I replied to her.

"Please. Master. In private?" A quick glance at Elizabeth who began to
move
ahead on the sidewalk. I just stopped her with a pull on her leash.

"Jane. You don't have the right to privacy. Remember?"

"Oh God. Please. Oh God. I tried to stop her. We didn't have anything to
do with it. Please don't take it out on us. Oh God. Please." She thought
that I was being harsh with her because of Amy's actions. I actually
hadn't
intended that, but perhaps she was right.

I relented. She seemed really upset. And I didn't particularly want to
push
this girl to rebellion. I'd had enough of that today. She probably
wouldn't
have pushed the matter under the circumstances, but I suspect all
three girls 
were traumatized by what had happened with Amy. I was a bit uncertain
about 
their moods. Better to go easy on them for the next couple of hours,
until 
the shock wore off. I guess I could have been cruel, but that could have
been self-defeating. I couldn't really think of any good reason not to
grant
her a bit of privacy.

"Elizabeth. Would you mind wandering off up ahead a little?"

"Gladly," came her quick reply. I released her leash and she scampered
on
up ahead, out of earshot. She'd expect the same courtesy from Jane if
she 
had wanted some privacy as well. The girls did tend to treat each other
with respect. Maybe to compensate for my treatment of them.

"Now. Why did you stop this little procession?"

"Please. Master. Th-this slave was just curious where we were going?"

"And you risked my anger for that?"

She paled. "Please. I. This slave. Please, don't punish this slave."

I didn't quite understand this. The girls were frightened. Badly. And
Jane
had stopped me for this? Didn't compute. She wanted privacy. And she'd
fallen into slave talk. The light began to dawn on me. Slave talk. She
wanted 
something. Something she was embarrassed about. Something she didn't
want 
the other girls to know about. She just didn't quite know how to ask.
It 
was almost as if she'd been considering this for some time. Whatever
the 
request was. And now that it was the time to voice it, she was having
second 
thoughts. Punishment? Didn't make sense. Nobody in their right minds,
not 
even Jane at the height of her masochism, would want punishment from me 
while I was in this kind of mood. I was still brooding over Amy. Though,
I was calm enough. Still she didn't seem anxious for any abuse. Trying
to
be subservient. Trying to keep me in a decent mood. This wasn't the
actions
of a girl *wanting* punishment. Sex? Was she turned on by my treatment
of 
Amy? By her fear? By Amy's small rebellion? I hadn't seen any
indication 
of this kind of response before. And she'd only ever asked for sex in
the past
after I'd pushed all her buttons. Practically forced her to ask for
release. 
Didn't make sense. I guess I'd have to let her get around to things
her own 
way. Be patient. Not one of my more advanced qualities.

"Jane. I'm just not in the mood for games. What do you want?"

"Master. Oh God. It's hard. Th-this slave is frightened."

"Calm down. I won't punish you. It's alright. Whatever it is."

"But Amy. And you were so angry. You weren't showing it, but you were.
And that
frightens us females. After all, you control us. It could have been
any one of
us. Please." She moved her body in towards me. Pressing herself to me.
Rubbing 
her bare breasts against me. I, like any heterosexual male, reacted.
My demeanor 
softened. She certainly knew what buttons to press on me too. Slave
talk 
and using her body to her advantage. She didn't have much at her
disposal, 
but she used whatever she had. And I'm ashamed to admit, it mostly
worked.

"Jane. Calm down. Really. I'm not angry at any of you. I've taken care
of Amy.
By the time we get back, we'll be fine. She'll be really scared of me,
but
she'll be alright. Promise."

"You're not angry at this slave? Truly?"

"Truly." I kissed her head. "Now what is it that you risked your
beautiful
hide for? Must be pretty important to you."

"Truthfully? This slave was just worried. She was frightened of the
silent
treatment. You weren't talking to your slaves. She was afraid that you
were going to punish us as well, and we didn't deserve it. And she was
worried about you a little. Worried that you were going insane as well."

I kissed her head again. "Is that all? I won't punish you for what Amy
did.
You know that. I may be frightfully unfair to you, but even I wouldn't
do
that. Is that all?" Taking my anger out on the other girls would be
dangerous.
At least this time. Overall, it's probably not good to discipline any
of them
in anger. Make mistakes that way. Go too far. If I'd truly been angry
with
Amy, I'd have frozen her and dealt with her after I cooled off. But I
actually, kind of, understood her actions. I really wasn't all that
heated 
about the incident. I'd been expecting it. Just not from her. I'd
figured
Jane to be the one strong enough to brave it.

I watched her body. I could tell that she still wanted something. She
couldn't
disguise it. Her body language was screaming it at me. Her face was a
mask
of indecision. Wanting to ask me for something and not wanting to. Maybe
ashamed that she even had to ask me? Perhaps, knowing that this was
her only 
chance, if she was going to ask me. At least in any semblance of
privacy. 
It was damn unlikely that I'd send Elizabeth on ahead again, if I even 
allowed Jane the opportunity to talk to me again. The girls knew that I
was pretty good as ignoring them, if I wasn't in the mood to talk.

I pressed a little. "Janey. If that's all, we're going to catch up with
Elizabeth. Okay?"

"My family," she managed to blurt out.

The penny dropped. But I was surprised that she'd want to even bring
them up.
Would have thought that she would want me to keep as clear of them as
possible.
After all, she was bound to me because of her agreement with me to
leave them
alone.

"What about them?"

"Please. Master. Oh God. I can't do this. Kimberly." Jane began to
cry. Big
tears streaming down her face. She was still close to me, looking up
into
my face. She sagged against me. Her indecision over.

"What's the matter, Janey?" Though by now, I think I suspected the
problem.
I'd left her family bound. Mostly nude. In that mall. And I hadn't
released
them from the timeline. Jane had seen the state that Kimberly was in
after
being left for days. Dehydrated. Hungry. Suffering. And knew that her
family
was probably suffering the same fate. On the other hand, she had seen
how
I tormented Kimberly. Forcing her into such pain and humiliation,
despite
her suffering. Not wanting to subject her sister, her mother, and her
father to more pain. Caught between a rock and a hard place.

"Master? Please. This slave knows that her family is suffering. It's
been a 
couple of days. No food. No water. Please. They'll die. And she knows
what 
it's like. Bound for eternity. The muscles. They hurt. Oh God. Please."

"Let me get this straight. You *want* to go back to the mall?"

"Oh God. This slave doesn't. It would kill her to see her family like
that.
She begs that you don't take her inside to see her family like that. She
wants to see her family. But not in pain. Please, don't make her go.
Please."

"So you want me to go? Alone?"

"Oh God. Please. I. This slave doesn't know. Please don't hurt them." A
spark of a memory. "You said that I ... I mean ... this slave could earn
their release. Haven't I? Hasn't she earned it? She's been good. She's
done
everything her master asked. She's tried so hard to be good. Oh God."

"Why should I care whether your family is in pain or not?"

"You shouldn't. Your slave cares. They don't need to suffer. Oh God.
Please.
Just return them."

"Assuming that I listen to you. And I free them. What do I get out of
the 
deal? What's guaranteeing your continued ... ahhh ... service?"

I think that the slave talk abandoned her in her agitation. I was
surprised
that she'd managed to keep it up as long as she had. I think it was some
kind of record.

"Oh God. I'll do anything you want. I'll crawl. I'll l-let you rape me.
I'll beg you for anything. Please. I can't stand thinking about them. So
thirsty. So tortured. Please. I'll do whatever you want."

"Jane. You'll do whatever I want anyway."

"Oh God. Please. What can I offer you?" Tears were running down her
face.
Desperate. "You can whip me until I pass out. I won't complain. I. I
won't
scream. You can have my body for whatever you want."

"Jane. That's not necessary. And I could make you do everything but not
scream. And if I didn't want to hear you, I could tape your mouth. You 
know that."

"Oh God. I'm begging you." She dropped to her knees on the sidewalk.
Face
a mask of misery. Pressing her bare body to my jeans. "It wouldn't be
the 
same. Knowing that you were hitting me and I was controlling the
screams. 
For you. Please. Master. I'm yours forever. Just, have some
compassion. Let 
my family go. I'll do anything. Anything."

I thought about it for a moment. Trying to come up with something
suitably
distasteful to subject her to in return for this. Truthfully, I was
planning
on dealing with her family soon anyway. I couldn't keep them that way
without
them dying. And that wasn't necessary. Though overall, it didn't really
matter. Jane knew that as well, but I suppose the reality of things just
don't matter when it's loved ones. No matter if they won't remember the
suffering, they are feeling it here and now. And that hurt Jane as well.
Knowing it.

"Jane? I'll swing a deal with you. I'll give you part of what you want."





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