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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
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not an option. 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.
I'd like to thank Rowan for her excellent feedback and commentary on
the
story thus far. She's now putting her talents into proof-reading the
story, and for this I'm appreciative. Hopefully, this will help keep
the
story lines lively, interesting and entertaining.
If you are still with me, read on and please enjoy.
- crimson
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Chapter 85 - Time Out Of Time
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By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)
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They quietly wept in my arms. Their bare bodies shaking, strangely
silent. I just held them until they calmed.
"You aren't going to punish us?" Christi whispered.
"I think. I think you've punished yourselves enough. I don't think
that I have to do anything."
"Oh God. Thank-you." Jane whispered. She turned her head and gave me a
kiss on the cheek. "I. I don't know what came over us. I. We. To call
us confused is an understatement. I don't know what to do. We've been
trying to make sense of it since you woke us. I'm sorry. That's what
we were whispering about. Honestly." I believed her.
I hugged them again. "Girls. Don't worry your pretty heads about it.
As far as I'm concerned it was perfectly natural. You were dead tired
in this really weird situation. You just were comforting each other.
It got out of hand. I doubt if it means anything." I'm not sure I
believed my own words, but they seemed to make the women feel better.
Christi swallowed. "I wish that was all there was to it. I'm scared."
"You'll be fine." I gave each of them a kiss on the forehead. They
quietly allowed the kiss. I released them from the embrace and rose to
my feet. I glanced towards the counter. I'd interrupted Jane as she
was drying the last plate. Christi had finished washing.
Jane silently rose to her bare feet leaving Christi kneeling on the
tile. She picked up the last plate from the drainer and took the
dishcloth to it. She returned it to its cupboard and then sank back to
her bare knees. Silently waiting. Brooding.
I heard the faint sound of the shower cease. I was sitting in a
kitchen chair just watching the girls. They were shifting a little
uncomfortably. But they remained quiet. Their eyes downcast. Ashamed?
As the shower stopped, I rose to my own bare feet. I padded over to
them.
I touched their bare shoulders and the two women looked up at me.
"You two alright?"
Christi nodded and Jane sort of mumbled, "I think so."
"We have to finish with our Judge friend."
"Master?" Christi looked up at me.
"Yes?"
"I know we don't deserve it. But. But this slave. This slave begs.
Begs her Master for a shower. Please? Th-this slave feels so very
dirty. Please, even though she doesn't deserve one, please let her
shower? She'll even be happy with a cold one. Please?" her voice had
dropped to a whisper. It wasn't often that Christi deigned herself to
use slave talk. She must have really wanted a shower. I can't say I
was surprised. After their little confession, I could now see why
Christi and Jane had particularly wanted a shower this morning.
I touched their bare shoulders again, indicated that they should rise.
Jane was shaking a little, but they both managed to get to their bare
feet.
"Listen up. Okay? I know you two are feeling a little odd this
morning. I can't blame you. I'm not going to punish you for your
adventure. I promise. That means that we're about to go have a shower.
But I want you two to realize that I'm not going to treat you any
different. Okay? You are still my slaves and I expect you to perform
the same as if last night hadn't happened between you. It also means
that I'm not going to keep you apart or anything. I might even still
make you have sexual contact for my enjoyment. Are you two alright
with that?"
Christi swallowed hard. She nodded. Jane followed suit. They exchanged
a glance, but then looked back at me.
"You two want your shower now?"
"Oh God. Please." Jane was restraining herself from just being a
normal girl and racing upstairs to use the shower.
I smiled at them and gave them each a playful pat. They practically
bounded out of the kitchen and raced upstairs. I sat down on the
kitchen table and swung my legs underneath. What the hell was that all
about? It was pretty clear that those two had gone beyond simple
lovemaking. I was actually worried that they had somehow managed to
displace their feelings. Being in this situation may have driven them
into each others arms. Both physically and emotionally. They may not
realize it themselves yet, but I was guessing that if left without
some protective measures these two girls were going to fall in love. I
could see it on their faces. No matter how much they protested that
they were still straight. They didn't want to admit it. And I could
understand that. They probably hadn't even admitted it to themselves
yet.
What the hell did this mean? Should I just back off and let whatever
happens, happen? That could prove to be very interesting. On the other
hand, wasn't I in control here? Did I want this to happen? What did it
impact? And if I chose to prevent it from happening, how did I go
about it? Keep them apart? Keep them together? Force them into sex
with others? I could see drawbacks to all the plans. If these two were
going to love each other, I wasn't sure I could prevent it. I'd have
to ponder it later. For now, it simply wasn't a problem. I wasn't sure
it ever would be.
I lifted myself and dropped back to the floor. I knew what the girls
felt like. I felt icky myself. I walked slowly back to the foyer. My
head still spinning from the morning's events. The problems of being
in control.
As I climbed the stairs, I heard female voices raised in laughter. I
smiled. At least they were happy this morning. I stood at the door for
a good two minutes before the girls noticed me.
Elizabeth and Amy were fighting over the hair dryer. It was actually a
sight to see. These bare dripping women sliding around playfully
pulling the device this way and that. Sheila was standing a safe
distance away, on the toilet seat. Carefully watching the battle. She
was laughing hysterically. It must have hurt her like holy hell to be
laughing that hard, but it was nice to see her in better spirits.
Finally, with a cry of triumph Amy pulled the hair dryer out of
Elizabeth's wet fingers and turned it on. This appeared to end the
battle. Sheila daintily stepped down from her perch.
"Master." She spoke as she saw me watching the fight and her.
"Hi girls. A disagreement?" Amy and Elizabeth just looked sheepish.
"Amy. Now that you've managed to win your Waterloo, perhaps you'd like
to use it to dry Sheila's hair?"
"Of course, Master." She moved to obey. Her face twisting, trying her
best to keep a straight face. And failing miserably. She finally broke
out into a grin, but managed to control the giggles. She didn't seem
to mind helping Sheila before drying her own hair.
Elizabeth pulled a towel from the rack and began to dry herself off.
Her face a mask of self control. I could still see the giggles in her
eyes. But she managed to control her laughter.
I removed the bathrobe I was wearing and handed it to Amy. She held it
in her fingers. Staring at it wistfully. Wishing that she could don
it.
I smiled to her. "Go on. Put it on until I get out."
"You're kidding. I haven't worn anything in like a week and you are
allowing me to wear something now? Why?" A week was an exaggeration,
but I got the point.
"You cooked a good breakfast for all of us. I think everyone here
appreciates it. You've been a good girl. Obedient. And you did win the
hair dryer. This is your prize for a brave battle to the death." Her
mouth broke out into a grin again. Scarcely believing this turn of
events.
I heard Jane's voice from the shower enclosure. "Don't argue with him
Amy. I'd just wear it while you can. Silly girl."
Amy handed the hair dryer to Sheila for a moment and pulled the terry
cloth around her bare body. She closed the belt. Her nudity
disappeared in a flash. Pure pleasure graced her face. She actually
looked stunning in it. Her figure filled it out despite her petite
frame and the fact it was a man's robe. She did have to roll up the
sleeves, but even that looked charming. The robe fell to her ankles.
The bright blue of the terrycloth almost matching the colour of her
eyes. She twirled in it. Unable to believe I'd allowed her to do this.
Flashes of her pale skin as she moved. I hadn't realized I was going
to do it either. I was originally planning on just having her hang it
up for me. I supposed that it was hung up. Just on an exceptionally
beautiful hanger.
She danced over to me and rose up on her tiptoes. She kissed me full
on the mouth.
"Thank-you. Thank-you. Thank-you. Thank-you," she gushed.
"Keep in mind you are just keeping it warm until I get out."
She nodded and happily pranced back to Sheila. She didn't care that
she would only be allowed to wear it for ten minutes or so. She was
allowed to cover herself for the first time in days. She began to blow
dry the nude blonde again. Being exceptionally careful of the bruises.
All smiles. One happy little girl.
I pulled the shower doors open and stepped inside the steam bath.
Christi was leaning against the far wall of the shower enclosure, her
eyes closed. Jane was using the soap to wash the other girl. They knew
the rules. Unless I allowed them the rare privilege of showering
alone, they were to wash each other thoroughly. As though they were
washing themselves. Christi's hair was full of lather. Her blonde mane
matted with water and shampoo. Her hands idle at her sides. Enjoying
being washed.
Christi opened her eyes as I stepped into the shower. Her face
flushing. Probably, still not used to showering with me, or with other
women. Maybe just enjoying the feel of Jane's fingers a little too
much.
The two girls advanced towards me. I expected them to be still a
little unsure of themselves. A little reserved. Again, I misjudged the
female of the species. Jane grabbed one arm and Christi the other.
Between them, the two nude girls managed to maneuver me into the
stinging spray, soaking me. Laughing, they pulled me back out from
beneath the spray, spluttering. I allowed them to manhandle me around
the shower enclosure. Jane practically attacked me with the soap,
beginning on my chest and drawing it down my torso. Christi poured
shampoo into my hair and began to wash and massage my hair and scalp.
If you ever get the opportunity to have two women wash you in the
shower, my advice is to take it. I relaxed under their care. I closed
my eyes and allowed the sensations of their slippery fingers to whisk
away all the small aches and pains of the morning. Completely
forgetting that these two beauties kind of caused them all.
I felt Jane's fingers being a bit more intimate as she returned to
wash my groin a second time. I felt myself reacting. Christi's fingers
were still buried in my hair. I touched Jane's head. She was kneeling
in the tub below me.
Mistaking the gesture, the girl moved her head forward and engulfed my
penis in her mouth. Her tongue running up and down as I entered her. I
gasped in pleasure. Suddenly hard as a rock. I could feel Christi's
soapy breasts against my back. She was purposefully pressing her bare
body against me.
Originally, I was going to stop them before this got out of hand. Not
really wanting or expecting sex at the moment. I had plans for the
rest of the day. Wanted a strong sex drive.
Perhaps the girls knew this. If they managed to get me first thing in
the morning, it might reduce my sex drive enough to prevent me from
wanting to abuse them later. Probably sound reasoning. And all of the
girls were smart enough to figure it out. I wondered if they had
collaborated on this somehow. A conspiracy of sex of sorts? Watergate?
I smiled at the thought.
I resolved to make sure to upset their plans, if I wasn't being
paranoid.
Jane's tongue swirled around me again and I completely lost my train
of thought. Was I a complete idiot? In the shower with two gorgeous
nude women. One on her knees in front of me? With me in her mouth? And
I was thinking of stopping it?
I ran my fingers through her wet hair feeling her small movements
taking me into her mouth. I glanced down. One hand was busy moving on
my soap lubricated scrotum. I gasped as I reacted. Her other hand was
moving between her own legs.
One of Christi's hands was pinching gently at my left nipple. Her body
was moving slowly to the beat of the shower. She was moaning softly.
Her mouth nibbling at my ear.
I couldn't help it. I exploded into Jane's waiting mouth. She
frantically swallowed. Her own moans emerging around me. Even after
I'd finished and released her head, she voluntarily remained on her
knees. She kept me in her mouth. Her tongue still slowly circling me
as I softened. Christi had stopped touching my nipple, and her hand
had disappeared. Her soft cries becoming more insistent. Jane's voice
too had become more and more desperate below.
Jane's mouth released me and she looked up at me. I could see her
desire in her eyes. Her lips ruby red. Water streaming over her.
"Please. Master."
"Wha?" I managed to get out. The sight of this naked teenager, soaked,
kneeling, not allowing my brain to operate.
"Hit me. Let me climax. Please?" she whispered. I could barely hear
her over the beat of the shower and the hair dryer.
Christi whispered into my ear from behind me. "Oh God. Please. Allow a
slave to orgasm. Oh God. Please?"
I suddenly understood. These girls weren't going to let themselves
climax without permission. I turned and looked at Christi. Her soapy
body writhing. Her hands busy on her own body. One deep between her
legs, the other brushing her very erect nipples.
I leaned in to Christi. "You want to hit Jane?"
"Oh God. Yes. No. Please. I don't know. I don't think so. Please just
let me cum. I'll do anything you want. Please."
I closed my eyes and turned around. I slapped Jane's face. She gasped
in pain. Her head snapped back and her eyes flew open. The open handed
slap would leave a red mark for a few minutes, but wasn't anything
like the slap that Mayer had delivered in anger to Sheila.
"Harder," she whispered.
I leaned down to her ear. "You can orgasm as soon as I slap you
again."
"Oh God. Please. Hurry."
I turned to Christi. "You can climax as soon as I slap her again."
"Oh God. Please don't hurt her."
"I won't. She wants it. You understand."
Christi nodded. Her hands still working furiously. Slowing down once
in a while to prolong things. Stop her from climaxing early. She
moaned low in her throat. Wanting to climax but afraid to without
permission.
I turned around. Jane was still kneeling. Naked. Vulnerable. Her eyes
frightened, but strangely at peace.
I reached forward and slapped her cheek again. Her head slowly tilted
back and her fingers flicked her clitoris one last time. Her wet hair
streaming down her bare back. She screamed. Startling me. Her whole
body tensed on her knees. Her mouth opened. She climaxed hard. Her
whole body showing her pain and pleasure.
I heard Christi's low moan. I turned just in time to see her draw in a
last breath of air and hold it. Her whole body tensing. Her head
falling to the side. Finally taking a last breath of air.
I felt a weight against my bare foot. I looked down to find Jane
collapsed off her knees and quietly crying under the spray. Christi
had somehow managed to keep her balance. Jane's fingers were pressed
against her right cheek. It was probably stinging like a thousand bees
had settled there to let their anger be known. I crouched down, more
concerned for her than Christi who'd managed to stay upright.
"You alright, Janey?"
She nodded. She managed to get herself to her hands and knees, looking
at me.
"Soap tastes awful," she remarked casually. A smile breaking over her
face. Her cheek was red. But not seriously. "I should have rinsed you.
Remind me next time." She opened her mouth and let water flow into it
from the waterfall cascading over her body. She spit, grimacing. Very
unladylike, but under the circumstances I wasn't about to punish her.
She looked up and smiled. "Yuck."
I hadn't realized that she had given me head while I was still soapy.
I couldn't imagine what kind of self-control that took, not to react
but continue her task. What a way to wash your mouth out with soap.
And she hadn't even been swearing.
I helped Jane to her feet.
"Thank-you," she whispered. I knew she meant for the slaps. I nodded
and kissed her mouth. She returned the kiss.
I stepped under the spray again. Rinsing out the shampoo and the soap
covering my body. I was actually surprised that the shampoo hadn't
crept down and into my eyes. Lucky for Christi. Soap in the master's
eyes was a punishable offense. Christi waited patiently, her own body
still needing rinsing. If I wasn't mistaken, shampoo had crept into
her eyes. They looked a bit bloodshot and she was wiping at her
forehead and cheeks with her wet hands. I had no idea if Jane was done
or not. But they hadn't really been in the shower long enough. Jane
probably still had to wash.
I stepped out from the spray. Christi leaned down to whisper to me.
"I. I guess I'm not a lesbian. Not really. All I could think about was
you that time."
I smiled. "I think Jane had other things on her mind as well."
Maybe they'd be alright after all.
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