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

"Please. Master. Have pity on a poor slave."

"Jane. Feet." She awkwardly rose to her bare feet. "I've got an idea
how you
can earn their release."

"Oh God. I ... This slave isn't usually fond of your ideas. Please
just let 
them go. You've tortured them enough."

"Jane."

"Oh God. Okay. I ... This slave said that she'll do anything and she
will."

"That whipping without screaming sounded interesting."

"Oh God. Please no. I don't know if I can do it."

"Why'd you offer then?"

"Oh God. I had nothing else to offer. Please don't make me do that.
Please."

"So then you aren't offering me anything."

Confusion laced her face. I watched as she sorted out the implications.
"Please. I'll do anything you want. You can whip me. Hard. Anytime you
want. I'll try. I'll do my best not to scream. Oh God. I don't know if I
can do it. But I'll try. Please."

"Alright. But that's not all I want from you."

She looked at me, tears in her eyes. "You want me to go into the mall
as well."

Sharp girl. "Yup."

"And not just as an observer." Really sharp. "Oh God. You're going to
torment
them. You are going to make me torment them. Aren't you? What are you
going 
to do to them?"

"Now, it wouldn't be any fun if I told, now would it? But in the end,
I'll
let them go. The suffering will be temporary. At least for them."

"Oh God. Please don't do this. Just let them go."

"Jane. Here's the deal. I'm going to ask you to do some things that
you are
going to absolutely abhor doing. You won't want to do them. You can
beg, but
understand that you will have to do them in the end. Clear?"

"Will you let them go? Will you return them to the frozen state? Where
none
of this will have ever happened? They'll forget what I ... this slave
... had
to do for you?"

I nodded. "Only you, me and Elizabeth will ever know what you had to
do."

"You are a monster. What's the alternative? Them dying? What happens
when
they die? Do they go back to the frozen state? Or are they gone?"

"I really don't know." I was actually lying. I was pretty sure that if
they
died they would just magically return to the point at which they left
their
prime timeline when I decided to restart the world. To make everything
smooth, 
it had to work that way. Able to resume their lives as though the
secondary 
timeline had never existed. But it had never been tested. This is why
I had 
to be careful of the girls. If I did have to kill to prevent other
problems, I 
would lose them. I'd have to recapture them. And except for Christi
and Jane,
it was unlikely that I'd bother. Luckily the girls didn't know that.
Might be
smart enough to use it to their advantage. Place me in a position
where I
had to kill them. I'm actually surprised that none of them had tried
it yet.
Or maybe that was what Amy was trying? Silly, considering that she'd
just
reform in the living room where I originally found her, making it a
simple 
matter to take her again. But she didn't know that.

"You don't know? You bastard. And you are playing with their lives? Our
lives?"

"Jane. Come on. You want to do this? Or not?"

"God. I'm sorry. I said I'll do anything and I will. Just let them go.
Okay?"

I nodded and kissed the top of her head. Her body wracked with her
sobbing. 
Dreading what I would do with my power over her.

"Come on. We've got things to do." I pulled gently on her leash and
aimed
her up towards where Elizabeth was sitting on a car, quietly waiting for
us. It was actually a curious sight. This naked, bound woman idly
sitting on
the hood on a taxi. Under other circumstances, that taxi would be
dashing
along like a maniac. But here, now, the same car was frozen in the
middle of
the street. Driver frozen giving somebody the finger. And none of them,
the driver, not the passengers aware of the handcuffed, nude redhead
perched
comfortably on the hood of the taxi. Never would be aware of it. And
Elizabeth, unselfconsciously sitting cross legged. Enjoying the
morning sun. Head tilted
back. Hair cascading down her bare back. If I only had a camera.

When we reached Elizabeth, I picked up the pack lying on the ground. I
rooted through it, finding a pair of bright red ball gags. Jane's eyes
widened when she saw what I had. Then she closed her eyes.

"Why?" she asked me. Pleading in her voice.

"Part of your deal."

"I don't remember making this a part of the deal."

"Anything. Remember?"

"Oh God. Why Elizabeth?" Noting that I had two gags.

"Because I feel like it."

Elizabeth was just watching the exchange with fear and confusion.
Slipping her
body off the hood of the taxi.

"Oh God." But Jane stopped and opened her mouth obediently. I made her
stand
like that for a moment and then stepped forward, pressing the ball in
behind
her teeth. She moaned a bit at the intrusion, but accepted it as I
reached
behind her head and tightened the strap. I turned to Elizabeth. She'd
seen
what I'd done to Jane and was shaking her head. Not wanting the gag.
Understandably.

"Please no. Why? I haven't done anything." She was backing away from me.

"Elizabeth. I just want you two quiet for a while."

"We'll be silent. We won't talk. I swear it. You don't need ..."

"I know I don't have to do this. I want to. Your faces look so pretty
with
the gag in. I'll take it out soon. I promise."

"Oh God. Please no."

"Liz. Come on. You don't want worse things, do you?"

"Please. I haven't done anything. I've been good. I'll be quiet.
Please."

I stepped up to the frightened girl. "Are you going to disobey?" I
stroked her
arm, reassuringly.

Tears running down her face, she shook her head. Closing her eyes, as
though
to shut out the sight of the ball, she tensed herself and opened her
mouth.
I gently pressed the ball behind her teeth. I don't think that
Elizabeth had
even seen anyone gagged before, much less felt it herself. I could
tell that
she was struggling not to push the intrusion out with her tongue. I
secured
the thing into her mouth and she moaned. Pleading with her eyes for me
to
remove it.

Instead, I picked up their leashes and gave them a brisk swat on the
ass.
Indicating that they should walk ahead of me. Their muffled squeals
echoing
off the buildings.

After a while, the women stopped shaking their heads, trying to
dislodge the
balls occupying their mouths. Finally accepting their position, they
merely 
walked in silence where I guided them. Perhaps thankful that they
weren't 
crawling along as I'd forced them to do last time they traveled this
route. 
In an hour or so, we arrived at the mall. I could see Jane's body
alternately 
tensing and then almost struggling forward against the leash as we got
closer 
to our destination. I presume the changes in demeanor was due to her
mind 
switching between excitement at seeing her family again and
realization at 
what was going to happen when she did.

When we arrived at the mall, I had the women sit down on the curb
outside of 
the mall entrance. About where I'd released Catherine and the BMW
ride. I 
sort of regretted losing that car. It was nice. A lot nicer than the
Toyota.
Though, I'm not usually partial to BMW's. It was comfortable. But I
suppose, 
if I bent myself to the task, I could easily pick up another.

The girls thankfully sat down. Breathing heavily through their noses.
Chests
displaying their fantastic bared breasts. Heaving and a bit damp from
perspiration. The women were unable to prevent the drool from falling
from 
around their gags. I didn't find the drooling particularly attractive,
but 
the gags weren't going to be in much longer anyway. The women, trying
their 
best to plead through the muzzles.

Wiggling their bare toes. Still breathing heavily. Their feet probably
sore 
from having to walk barefoot on the hard surface of the roads and
sidewalks. 
Perhaps on the return trip I'd allow them to walk part of the way on
the grass.

On impulse, I reached for Jane's legs and guided them up into my lap.
She
looked curiously at me. Not quite sure what I was going to do.
Resisting a
bit, but not quite daring to stop me. I pressed my thumbs into the
soles 
of her feet. They were a bit dusty, but not as dirty as I would have
imagined
after having walked for miles barefoot. I guess I'd have to let her
shower 
again when we got back, or at least wash her feet. Jane moaned at the 
unexpected kindness. With her hands immobilized behind her back, she 
couldn't massage her own feet and I could tell that they were
bothering her. 
I almost asked her jokingly if she'd prefer to crawl to give her feet a 
rest. I resisted the impulse. I'd been cruel enough to her with the gag 
and all. After working on Jane's feet for a few minutes I guided
Elizabeth's 
feet and repeated the procedure. Elizabeth, seeing what happened to
Jane, 
was far less hesitant about bringing her feet up. Even helped me by
raising 
her legs one at a time into position. Oblivious, or not caring
anymore, about 
the show she gave me. The girls had given up on privacy. If I wanted
to see 
their bodies, I would. That's all there was to it. They simply didn't
have 
the right any longer as to who saw and touched their bodies. Their
bodies 
were essentially mine. To do with as I pleased. The tired girl flushed, 
and moaned a bit through her gag as my fingers pressed into her feet. I 
had a sudden impulse to tickle her, but resisted. She too had been
through 
enough in the torment department with that gag.

I released Elizabeth's toes and touched the girls' arms, indicating
that they
should rise again. Elizabeth pleaded with her eyes. The girls really
wanted
those gags off. I looked at her with a puzzled look on my face. She
actually
stamped her foot in frustration. I don't think I've ever actually seen a
girl do that. It was kind of cute.

She leaned forward and rubbed her mouth on my arm. Trying her best to
beg for
me to take it out. I just looked at her quizzically. "Elizabeth?
What's up?"

"Urg." she managed to mumble around the gag. Stroking my arm with her
head.
Trying to make me understand.

"You want something?" I asked her. Hardly being able to maintain a
straight 
face.

She nodded her head vigorously. I'll bet she wanted something.

"I wonder what?" I teased her. Her face fell as she realized that she
was
going to have to endure some humiliation before I took the thing out of
her mouth. If I took it out. She just looked at me. Her eyes beginning
to
form tears. Her face fell and her body fell to her knees. Classic
begging 
stance. Despite the fact that there was no indication that I would
remove
the thing from her mouth, she had to try. Struggling to ignore the
humiliation
of begging.

"She wants something?" I talked almost to myself. Maddening the
tormented
female at my feet.

Nodding.

"She wants to be punished?"

A big shake of her head.

"She wants to crawl instead of walk?"

Another big shake of her head.

"She wants to beg?"

A slow nod.

"Beg for what? Sex? She wants to have sex with me?"

I watched as her face fell into confusion. I could tell just what was
going
through her mind. Would having sex with me get me to take that gag out?
Should she agree to it? Or tell the truth and tell me that she didn't
want
sex, but just wanted the gag out? Hard decision when all you can do is
nod or
shake your head. I was actually curious how she was going to answer.
After 
a moment, she very slowly shook her head.

"She doesn't want to have sex with me? That's strange. I was planning on
removing the gag so she could use her mouth if she did. I guess that's
not it."

She realized her mistake. Truthfully, she couldn't help but make a
mistake.
I was going to torment her no matter what her answer was. She mewled
behind 
the gag and shuffled forward on her bare knees. Probably scraping them
on 
the sidewalk. She just looked up at me from her knees, tears running
down 
her helpless face and nodded. Trying to tell me that she would have sex 
with me to get the gag out.

I chose to interpret it differently. I was being a bastard. Had her
mouth
been free, she probably would have told me that too.

"You want sex, now? But not with me? Who then? Jane?"

A shake of her head. Still crying.

"This is so damn confusing. You don't want sex. Then you want it. Then
you
don't. Silly female. Typical though."

She just hung her head in defeat and sobbed. 

I spoke down to her kneeling form. "Elizabeth?"

She raised her face.

"Sweetheart. I don't understand you."

She managed to stop the crying and gave me one of those famous faces
that
females can do so well. One of those
you'd-understand-me-if-you-took-this-
damn-gag-out-of-my-stupid-mouth looks. I'd seen this face before. She
tried 
her best to speak around the gag. The words just not being formed in
any 
intelligible way. The ball tangling her tongue and muffling the
sounds. As 
she realized the futility of her situation, her frustration got the
better of 
her and the tears began again. She struggled with the handcuffs.
Wanting so
much to be able to take the gag off herself. Her face a mask of
frustration, 
pain and helplessness.

I just couldn't keep a straight face any longer. I almost laughed as I
said
to the tormented girl, "Maybe it would help if I took this thing out." I
touched the ball wedged behind her teeth. She nodded. Bigtime.

I reached down and released the gag at the back of her head. She
immediately
pushed the gag out with her tongue. Sighing.

"Now, what is it that you wanted to beg for?", smiling evilly at her.

She worked her mouth. It must have been *really* cramped after having
worn
that thing for an hour or so. I had it in tight. And the ball wasn't the
smallest in the world. It had really stretched her jaw.

"Oh my God. You have no idea how damn uncomfortable that thing is.
It's okay
for about the first five minutes. Then your jaw aches. Then it begins to
cramp. Then it just plain hurts. Please don't put that thing in me
again.
I'll do whatever you want. God."

"Elizabeth? Why are you telling me this?"

"You just don't care if we're in pain do you?"

"Sometimes I like it."

"I noticed. Please. Leave it out for a while. I'll do anything for
you. I'll
crawl. I'll give you the blow job you wanted." She moved her face
closer to
my jeans. "Anything. I'll be quiet if you want. Just tell me. Just.
Please.
No more gag."

"So. Do you think Jane's mouth is hurting too?"

A mewling noise from behind me. Jane making herself known. Probably
trying to
plead through the gag. She was hurting as well. It was almost a
rhetorical
question. Except I expected an answer from Elizabeth.

"Master. Please. I'll beg for her. She's in agony too. Please take it
out. 
Please. She's in pain. Trust me."

"But isn't that a reason to leave it in?"

"I guess. If you are punishing her."

"What if she said that she'll do anything for me and what I want is her
mouth in agony?"

"Then you're an unfeeling monster. You have no idea of how much it
hurts. 
You probably wouldn't do it to us if you had ever felt it. Please. You 
don't need to gag her. She'll keep quiet on her own."

"If I take that gag out of her mouth, the first thing she'll do is beg
me
to stay out here instead of going in the mall." I turned to Jane.
"Isn't 
that right?"

Her face was tear streaked. She closed her eyes and shook her head.
Probably
trying to tell me that she'd be quiet if I wanted. Anything to get
that damn
ball out of her mouth.

Elizabeth spoke from the ground. "Please. Master. If you are going to
keep
her gagged, don't tease her. But don't you like hearing her beg? Please.
She's hurting."

I ignored Elizabeth and came close to Jane. I looked her in the face.

"Janey?" She nodded. "If I take this out, will you behave?"

She nodded. She would have behaved anyway. The girls were still
frightened.

I reached behind her head and unbuckled the leather strap. She wearily
pushed the gag out of her mouth and tried to lick the drool from her
lips.

She sighed. "A slave girl thanks her master. She'll be silent for you,
now." 
She sank to her knees and kept silent. Presuming that I still didn't
want her 
to talk. Actually I didn't care. But it was fine if she didn't talk
yet. She 
would talk when we entered the mall. Begging me. I doubted if she
could stop 
herself, unless I expressly forbade it, or gagged her.





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