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

I tossed the gags into the pack. I'd have to have one of the girls
rinse off
the toys later. No sense in getting the whole pack of them sick by
switching
around gags and stuff. Just because I was controlling a new timeline
doesn't
mean that I could be careless of basic hygiene. Not a lot of doctors
wandering
around. Same reason I didn't want to hurt them too badly. Infected
cuts could
cause problems for me.

I helped the two girls off their knees and guided them towards the mall
entrance. Jane hesitated, as I knew she would. Wearily I turned back
towards
her, knowing what was coming. I knew I should have kept her gagged. At
least
until we got to her family.

"Please. Master. Can this slave speak now?"

It wasn't going to do her any good at all, but I thought it might be
entertaining to hear her beg.

"Alright."

"Th-this slave was wondering ... hoping ... that you might reconsider
taking
her into this mall."

"Why's that?"

"Please. This slave is begging her master not to have to torment her
family.
It's not right. Not fair. She's been a good girl. Even helped you with
the
others. Please. God. Have some mercy on her."

"Your family is going to want to see you."

She looked down at herself. Collar. Leash. Bare. Hands chained behind
her.
"Please. Sir. Not like this. They won't want to see me like this. And
I ...
th-this slave doesn't want to see them suffering. Please. Just return
them.
Have some compassion."

"You father is going to think that I hurt you. And your mother and
sister.
Maybe even killed you. How am I going to convince them that you are
alright,
if you aren't there."

"Oh God."

"And if you aren't there, whose going to be there to stop me from
hurting
them more than I should? Who will be there to beg for them?"

"Please. Don't hurt them."

"If there's nobody around to beg me to stop, why wouldn't I just keep
hurting
them?"

She just looked at me dully, defeat in her eyes. "Alright. You
bastard. I.
Th-this slave will come along if you allow her. Master?"

"Yes?"

"What if they have already ..." she broke down crying unable to
continue the
thought.

"Jane. They're fine. Very thirsty. Very hungry. Maybe uncomfortable. But
they'll be there. Okay?"

She nodded. Tears still rolling down her face.

I gathered up the womens' leashes and led them past the glass doors.
As I
walked into the mall I heard singing. A throaty voice singing "Joy, to
the
World." As Jane's bare feet crossed over the threshold and into the
mall,
she stopped, bringing us to a stop. Elizabeth almost walking into me
again.

"'lainey?" she whispered. Then raising her voice. "'lainey?"

I heard a faint voice from down the mall, croaking. "Jane? Thank God.
Are you
alright?"

I turned to Elizabeth.

"Lizzy?" she nodded. "I need you to find water. A fair bit of it.
Bring it
to the center aisle of the mall. Can you do that?"

"Please. Master. Maybe. But my hands." I reached forward and she turned
around. I released her cuffs. "Back in front." Meekly she held out her
hands in front of her and I slipped the cuffs back onto her. I nodded to
her. She scampered away in search of water.

Jane just whispered to me, "Please. I'm begging you. Do what you want to
me, but please just let them have the water and free them. Please."

I tugged her leash and pulled her stumbling behind me. Ignoring her
plea.
In moments we were in front of the suffering family. I must have left
them longer than I'd intended. Hard to keep track of time in this
timeline.
I couldn't quite recall when I'd left them. They looked like hell.

Dora, the mother, was still lying on top of Elaine, the sister. Her lips
parched. Her eyes slightly sunken. Her wrists badly chafed where the
rope 
held her to her elder daughter. Probably bruised her wrists trying to
free
herself. Getting out of Jane's knots, though, you may as well not bother
trying. Elaine, her eyes closed looked a bit better. But still 
awful dry. The father, Dave, was still sitting bound in Jane's knots.
Though he had managed to push the gag out of his mouth. His eyes were
closed as well. He appeared to be sleeping.

Dora looked up and in a raspy voice spoke. "Thank God. I thought that
you'd 
left us for dead."

Jane whispered to me. "Oh God. Please. Master. This slave begs to be
allowed
to go to them. Please." I nodded and she scampered forward on her bare
feet.
Kneeling down beside her mother and sister. Nuzzling her mother.
Unable to
touch her with her hands bound behind her. They cried a bit. Calling
each
other's names. Asking if they were alright. They lied to each other
telling
that they were fine and not to worry. The usual. Finally, Jane just
leaned in 
closer to her mother's ear.

"Mom? Listen to me. He's going to give you water soon. Okay? He's just
sent
Elizabeth to find some. He's going to make me do terrible things. I'm
going
to let him." She choked a bit on her tears. "It was the only way to
get you
out of this. Okay? He's going to let you go at the end. I promise. All
of
you. Just do whatever he says. No matter what you think of it. It will
be
alright. He'll hurt me. Maybe hurt you. But at least you'll be alive.
Please.
For me?"

"Jane. Has he hurt you? Raped you? Is he going to let you go as well?"

"Mom. I'm going to be honest with you. He's hurt me. Not badly. He
hasn't
raped me. I promise. And I don't think he'll let me go with you. But
I'll
be alright. He hasn't treated me badly. As long as I obey him, it's
okay.
I'm strong. I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. Worry about Elaine and
Daddy. Just do what he says and he'll let you go."

"Oh God."

I looked over my shoulder. Elizabeth was walking quickly towards me.
Concern
on her face. I waited for her to approach. Jane continued talking to her
mother.

Elizabeth had come empty handed. Before I could question her, she spoke.
"Please. Sir. Don't punish me. But ..."

"Water?" I asked her.

"Please. I was trying to explain. I found water. But I c-couldn't get at
it. Please don't punish me. Oh God." She was very frightened for some
reason.
Perhaps just a remainder of the Amy incident.

"Couldn't get at it?"

"I. I found a variety store back there. Please. It's not my fault. It
has
a fridge at the back. Lots of bottles of water. I couldn't get at
them. I
couldn't open the doors. I tried. I really tried. I even tried to
break the
glass for you. I just hurt my hands. Please don't punish me. I don't
want
the gag back. Please."

"Do you need your handcuffs off?"

She looked confused. "Sir?"

"Could you open the fridge if your handcuffs were off?" I was thinking
she
couldn't reach the lock.

She began to cry helplessly. Shook her head. I was completely confused.
She was frightened. That I understood. She didn't want to be punished.
Was afraid of the gag. No use lying. If she couldn't open the doors with
or without the handcuffs. I'd find out. She couldn't understand
herself why 
she couldn't open the doors. A seemingly simple task.

"Calm down, Elizabeth. Stay here."

I walked back to Jane, still talking and crying softly with her mother.

"Janey? I have a problem here. I have to leave for a minute. Come here."

"Oh God. They need water. Please."

"I'm trying to get some water. You have to come with me for a second."

She climbed to her feet. Still babbling. "Please. My father. He passed
out
a while ago. A few hours. Mom hasn't been able to wake him. Please can
we see if he's alright. Oh God." The girl was starting to get
hysterical.
I wasn't too surprised. I knew it was a risk if I wanted to involve Jane
in this. I gently slapped her face. Not hard. Just to bring her back to
reality. Dora moaned, but Jane just snapped back. She'd been through
worse
than a light slap. Much worse. "Oh God. I'm sorry. But my father.
Please."

"Alright. Alright. Just come with me."

Jane looked over her shoulder at her bound family, but allowed me to
guide
her a little way away. Nearer Elizabeth. I walked her to a large
support pillar 
that stood in the middle of the mall. I fished a short length of chain
out
of the pack and wrapped it around the pillar. Using a padlock to
secure it.
I connected a link of the chain to Jane's collar and locked it in place.
Jane protested weakly. "Please. Why?"

"Jane. That's your family over there. Hurting. I can't risk you being
free
and about while I deal with this problem. Normally, I'd trust you. I
have
before. But not now. I can't risk you doing something silly."

She understood. No matter how hard it was on her. She was a bright
girl. She
knew that I just was keeping her from doing something she'd regret. She
nodded and simply asked, "What problem?"

"I don't know yet. Elizabeth was having trouble with the water."

"Oh God. They need water."

"I know dear. I know. I'll be back in a few moments."

I walked back over to her father. Dave, I think his name was. I
checked. His
wrists were chafed as were Dora's. He just appeared to be sleeping.
Perhaps
getting away from the pain for a while. He was breathing shallowly. I
didn't wake him. Probably just exhausted. I'd wake him when the water
was available.

I reported back to Jane. "Janey. Your father is just sleeping. He's
alright.
He's breathing. Okay?"

The girl was crying, but she nodded. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to
have her here. But what was done, was done. No sense in backing things
up.
We'd make out alright. Jane would survive.

I walked over to Elizabeth. "Show me." She led me back to the variety
store.

Along the way she tried to explain herself to me. "I don't understand
it. I 
feel so useless. Please don't punish me. It's not my fault. Really, I
tried."

"Elizabeth. Honestly. It's OK. I won't punish you unless you did
something
really braindead."

She looked relieved. Until she realized that she may have missed
something
obvious. A catch on the door. Something. She wasn't in the clearest
state
of mind. She held her breath as I approached the fridge she had
indicated.
She pointed with her bound hands. It was just one of those upright 
refrigerators that keep soft drinks, bottled water, juice and such.
True to her word, the top shelf was full of spring water. There wasn't
a lock. There didn't seem to be any reason that she couldn't just slide
the thing open and do what I asked. I looked at her puzzled. She just
looked a little uneasy.

I tried to open the door. No go. The damn thing wouldn't open. Stuck. I
checked for a lock. Ice. Anything. Until, my brain kicked in. Elizabeth
and I were in our own little pocket of normal time. The refrigerator was
sitting in the prime timeline. Frozen to us. In the hardware store it
had
been easier to cast a large bubble of time around the whole store and
remove the people that I wasn't interested in from the timeline. Jane
was 
able to get at the water in the office and nothing was frozen. As long
as 
you didn't step foot outside of the store doors. And even there I just
slowed time down, so any escape attempt wouldn't end up with the girl
snapping
back to normal time. I couldn't do that here. Too many people in the
mall. 
Too hard to remove the pockets where the people were. Too many places
to 
miss people. Store rooms. Washrooms. Offices. I must have been getting
tired
not to realize this right away. I stepped back.

I concentrated and cast a bubble of normal time around the cooler. I
heard it
hum to life.

"Try it now."

Elizabeth walked forward and tried to open the door. Surprised that it
slid
open without a problem.

"Please. I'm confused. Please don't punish me. I swear it didn't open
before.
What did you do?"

I toyed with the idea of messing with her mind. Punishing her anyway.
But
I had work to do with Jane's family. The father was in rough shape.
Needed
water. I left the issue open.

"Elizabeth? You know there's a punishment for lying."

"Oh God. Please. I'm not lying. I couldn't open it before. Please. I.
Don't
want to be punished. I. The doors wouldn't open before. Really."

"We'll see. Grab some water for now." She held out her bound arms. I'd
intended
to just have her pick up a couple of bottles, but she was right. We
were going
to need a lot of water. That was a whole family out there. Dying of 
dehydration. I picked up a bunch of water bottles. Loading them onto her
arms. I'm sure that they were heavy. At least for a girl. But she didn't
complain. I picked up a couple of bottles in my hands and she trailed me
carefully and a bit slower making her way back out to the tormented
family.

I approached Jane, still chained to the pillar. Her eyes locked onto the
bottles of water.

I began to unchain the nude woman from the pillar, leaving the links
hanging
from her throat. She whimpered, but didn't speak.

"Jane. I know you won't understand, but remember the way I had you give
Kimberly the water? At first?"

"Oh God. Please don't make me do that. It's. It's so humiliating."

"Jane. You have to trust me on this. It's for their own good." I wasn't
lying here. Giving them the cold water in great gulps would just make
them sick. Their bodies desperately needing the fluid, but rejecting it.

"You are such a bastard. I'll do it. Please. Unchain my hands? Please?"

I nodded. "I'll unchain your hands from behind you so you can get the
water
yourself. Do you promise to behave yourself?"

She looked down. "Yes. I'll behave."

"Okay. One mouthful to each. Slowly. Move from person to person." I
unlocked
the handcuffs from behind her back. Moving her wrists in front of her. I
pressed the cold bottle of water into her hands and undid the top. Her
eyes
were begging me not to subject her to this. It was one thing to have to
kiss Kimberly. Not related. But she was going to have to give her
mother,
her father and her sister water through kisses. I couldn't help her
here.
Her family simply couldn't take the water any other way. I'd have to let
the water stand to cool and somehow convince the thirsty ones to sip it.
And Jane would be angry at me anyway for making them wait. Not that I
cared.
But this had a dual purpose. The family was far too dry to care how they
got fluid.

Jane, hate filling her eyes, raised the bottle to her own lips,
filling her
mouth. She held the water, distending her cheeks with it. She walked
over
to her mother and sister, touching her mother's lips with her own. Their
lips making a seal, opening. I watched her mother's throat muscles kick
in and swallow the water. Jane broke the forced kiss and filled her
mouth
again. Prepared to give her mother another mouthful of the precious
liquid.
I gently touched her shoulder.

"Jane. Give the next mouthful to Elaine. You have to rotate."

"Listen to him," her mother whispered. I suspect that the mother knew
why I
was forcing this to go slowly. With body temperature water. I never knew
what she did. Perhaps a nurse?

Not quite understanding, Jane shuffled to her sister. Leaning down
between
her mother's legs, kissing her sister full on the mouth. Giving her the
mouthful of water. Elaine sighed as the kiss was broken. Wanting more.
Much
more.

I indicated the father. Still blissfully asleep. Not having to watch
this.

I sat on the bench beside him and gently shook his shoulder. He
stirred but
didn't awaken. I gently slapped his face. He awoke with a start
struggling
with the bonds. Probably not realizing where he was. His eyes registered
comprehension and he growled at me.

"You fucking son-of-a-bitch. I am going to kill you. My family," he
was very
calm about it. His voice was far more raspy than even Dora's. I think
I read
somewhere that males get dehydrated much quicker than females.

Jane, still having not filled her mouth with water, spoke from her
knees.

"Daddy? It's OK. Please don't threaten him. He's going to let you all
go.
Everyone but me. Please. He's going to give you some water."

"I don't want his water. The son-of-a-bitch. Are you alright
sweetheart?"

"Daddy. I'm fine. He hasn't hurt me. He's treated me well. Better than
you.
Please. Trust me. You'll be fine."

"Sweety. My sweet Jane. You sure you are alright?"

She swallowed any semblance of pride and willed the tears out of her
eyes.
"Yes Daddy. I wouldn't lie to you," she lied. "Please. You have to
take some
water or he's going to hurt you. Or me. I'm sorry Daddy, but he's
making me
give the water mouth to mouth. I don't know why. I've already given a
mouthful to Elaine and Mom. It doesn't bother me. Please?"

"Water. God. What does that taste like again?" he rasped.

"Please Daddy? Let me give you some water."

"Alright, sweety. For you." Hate in his eyes.

Jane just tilted the water bottle up again, pleading in her eyes.
Filled her
small mouth again. Rose up on her knees and leaned into her father,
giving
him a full kiss on the mouth. Transferring the water. His throat muscles
working, taking every drop.

Jane worked tirelessly. Moving from person to person. Giving them the
water
until the water bottle was gone. Colour began to return to them all as
the
water was absorbed into their systems. Finally the water was gone and
Jane rose up on her knees and looked at me questioningly.

"Please. Master. Can a slave have the other bottle?"





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