Message-ID: <7532eli$9804032250@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Crimson Dragon <dcrimson@yahoo.com> Subject: Time Out Of Time (Chapter 55) [Mf, MFf, bd, exh, sm, inc, nc] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19980402223614.21510.rocketmail@send1b.yahoomail.com> 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. _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? 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