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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. Needless to say, giving me credit for the story is 
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 87 - Time Out Of Time

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By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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I relaxed into the pillows and closed my eyes. Within minutes I heard 
the patter of feet enter the room. Whoever it was saw me lying back on 
the bed with my eyes closed and caught her breath.

I opened my eyes. Sheila stood just inside the doorway. Looking 
decidedly nervous. She began to sink to her knees. When she was 
settled, she spoke softly.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you. I. I wasn't even sure I was 
supposed to come in."

"It's alright, Sheila. I wasn't asleep or anything."

She nodded and looked down at the carpet upon which she was kneeling.

Her soft voice spoke again. "What are you going to do with us?"

"Do?"

"Today. I'm just curious. You don't have to tell me if you don't want 
to."

"First, we finish up with your former boss."

"Oh. Am I going to be involved?"

"Probably. You know him best."

"Then?"

"I don't know. Maybe some shopping."

"Shopping? Forgive me, but you don't seem like the shopping type."

"I'm not. But we need some stuff. Besides, shopping is more fun with 
nude females along, don't you think?"

"Oh." She was probably sorry she'd asked.

Elizabeth wandered into the room next. Still sporting some goosebumps. 
Seeing Sheila kneeling, she also sank to her knees.

Before she had dropped, I noticed that she had rouged her nipples 
again. She saw my gaze. From her knees, she spread her arms wide and 
smiled.

"Before you ask. Yes. I did it again. You didn't have much time to 
notice them yesterday. I tried to convince the others to try it, but 
that was less than successful. I guess if you like it, you'll have to 
tell them."

I grinned. One adventurous girl was enough for me. At least at this 
time.

As she finished speaking, the other three wandered in. Their bare feet 
softly scuffing at the rug. They quietly filed in and knelt down. I 
just gazed at them. Not quite believing the sight. Normally, the women 
just wore their hair loose around their shoulders. I liked it that way 
and it was easier for them. Not normally having the freedom to keep 
their hair in any style.

Christi's blonde hair was pinned up. Her make up perfect. Amy had her 
hair loose as usual. Jane had put her brunette hair into a long 
ponytail pulling it back from her face. Christi and Jane looked like 
completely different women with their hair styled. Even these 
relatively simple styles.

"Wow." I remarked.

Jane and Christi flushed. Jane spoke. "We can't take the credit. It 
was Elizabeth's idea. I hope you don't mind." She smiled. Pleased that 
I'd noticed the effort.

I slowly shook my head. I didn't mind. Christi and Jane looked so ... 
different.

All the women looked revitalized. All of them, hair done or not, 
shone. I loved the sight of them even more after a shower. They looked 
so clean. So fresh. So female. They were more relaxed.

They all knelt easily. Sitting back on their heels. Hands resting 
casually on their knees. Breasts slightly thrust forward.

I leaned back. "Alright girls. This is the plan for today. Elizabeth 
and Amy. You get free time for a while." The two girls smiled. Looking 
forward to the time alone. "Christi, Jane and Sheila are going to keep 
me company with our host." Sheila paled, and Christi and Jane 
exchanged another glance.

"After that. We are going shopping. I haven't decided who, but two of 
you will be bound until I return. Alright?"

The girls didn't look too happy about the bondage part, but they all 
nodded.

I spoke to Elizabeth and Amy. "Go on. Enjoy your free time."

"You aren't going to handcuff us?"

"Do you want to be handcuffed?"

They shook their heads in unison, afraid to say anything further. And 
without another word, the girls jumped to their bare feet and 
scampered out of the bedroom. I could hear them thundering down the 
stairs through the open door.

I looked at the remaining girls. "We are just going to finish him off. 
Shouldn't take too long. Anyone want to stay? I can tie you to the bed 
instead." I was concerned about Sheila. I was pretty sure that I could 
trust Christi and Jane to keep their self control.

Sheila nodded. "I can do it. I want to do it." Despite her words she 
didn't seem very sure of herself.

"Good. On your feet." The girls scrambled to their feet. Together, we 
reached the room with Mayer and unlocked it. "Last chance to be in a 
bed, instead."

The girls didn't say anything. I walked in. The girls in tow.

Evan stirred. Moaned. He was still in rough shape.

"God. Please let me out of this."

I took my seat. I glanced over the floor by the sofa. Knowing what 
happened there. Feeling almost aroused. I thought I saw Christi and 
Jane glance over as well.

"Mayer. It will be over soon. I promise."

He just looked at me dully. I motioned the girls over beside my chair. 
They all filed past him, without looking at him, and knelt around the 
chair. Christi had knelt in front of the recliner and she leaned back 
easily against my legs. Even through his pain and humiliation, Mayer 
managed to eye the women. Almost disgusted, I saw him react. I thought 
I heard Christi stifle a smirk.

"Mayer? You said you killed seven women last night."

"God. I need water. I'll tell you after you give me water." His voice 
was hoarse. Probably from screaming last night.

Jane rose up on her knees. Pulling me down to her lips. She hissed at 
me. "You can give him water if you want. But last night I asked him. 
He was more than willing to tell me about it. He strangled them. 
Sometimes made the new slave kill the former one. I doubt if that 
happened to Sheila though. He wouldn't tell me. I can't imagine her 
sane if that had happened to her. Buried them in a field near his 
winter getaway."

I looked at Christi. "Go get him a glass of water. Okay?"

She tilted her head back and looked up at me upside down. Not really 
wanting to get it for him, but she obeyed. She rose to her bare feet 
and padded out into the hallway. I watched his battered face as he 
moaned quietly. But I could still see defiance burning somewhere 
behind his eyes. The looks he was giving the naked women weren't just 
of desire, but also of sadistic fantasy. He was breaking their bones 
behind those eyes. I shuddered that he could go through such abuse 
from these women and still not be broken. I doubted if the women even 
realized of what this man was capable.

I whispered to Jane. "What the hell did you do to him?"

"We played." She flashed me an evil smile. It looked like she'd taken 
a cane or a whip to his entire front. Including his face. I cringed at 
the welts in his groin area. I had to remind myself that he'd done as 
bad or worse to Sheila in the past. For her part Sheila was gazing at 
the damage to his body. Probably picturing herself in similar 
conditions. She was far more delicate. I would imagine that the damage 
to her would have been worse, in general. Hell the bruises alone could 
be considered worse. If I let the bastard down now, he'd be sore as 
hell for a few days, but not suffering for a week or more like Sheila 
would be.

Christi returned with a tall glass of water. She knelt with it 
carefully, falling back easily into her kneeling position. I bent to 
her ear. "Give him the water. But pour it over his head. Make him beg 
for it first."

She closed her eyes. She wasn't as angry at the man this morning. 
She'd had her way with him last night. Letting her anger go. She 
looked like she was about to say something. Perhaps a small protest. 
But she rose to her feet and approached him. For a change his eyes 
were glued to the glass of water in her hands, and not her bare chest.

"Evan? You remember last night?"

He nodded.

"You want the water?"

"I'll tell you anything you want to know. Just don't hit me anymore. 
Please."

"The water?"

"What do you want to know?"

I spoke softly from the chair. "You killed seven women over the last 
few years. I need their names. And where they are now."

"A sip?"

I nodded. Christi raised the glass to his parched lips. He tried to 
drink, but she maintained control of the glass and only allowed him to 
wet his lips. Just a taste.

"Okay. I can't remember all their names. But other than the bitch over 
there they were all tried by me. Over the last twenty years. I 
remember a few. Doreen Stills. Hannah Waters. Gladys Lifkin. I 
remember them. Hannah was fun. She wasn't a hooker. She was a house 
wife. In for something stupid like indecent exposure or marijuana 
possession. Maybe both. For a while I used to play with her at her 
home while her kids were in school. I buried them at night up by my 
winter retreat. Clearwater."

I committed the names to memory. I'd need them after all this was 
over.

"Christi. Give him the rest of the water."

Christi stood on her tiptoes and reached above his head. She slowly 
turned the glass over his head, soaking him.

He spluttered and coughed as the water ran over his face. "What the 
fuck did you do that for, bitch? I told you what you fucking wanted to 
know."

I sat back. I had everything I needed from him. Christi realized that 
I'd just released them to torment him again.

"He told me to, asshole. *I* wanted to let you drink it. Are we back 
to, calling women, bitches?"

"Fuck you." But there was real fear in his eyes. "I saw you last 
night. I know what you did with that other bitch. You fucking weird 
dyke. You prefer that over 'bitch'? Dyke. Or lesbo? Cunt sucker? Give 
me a second with you and I'll show you why men are better." I 
seriously doubted that his kind of love would convince any girl of 
that. He turned to me. "You know that your cunts are dykes? Fucking 
weird dykes too."

I saw Christi flush, but she wasn't about to let him get under his 
skin. Jane had gone ashen at the words. Probably thanking the lord 
that I already knew about what they'd done last night. That they were 
safe from punishment for their small tryst. If I'd found out this way, 
I doubt if I'd been as lenient. Sheila didn't even seem to notice. 
Probably thought that the guy was just blowing off steam, trying to 
rattle the girls. Maybe not surprised that Jane and Christi were 
lovers. Maybe thinking that I had ordered them to have sex while we 
were asleep. Didn't matter to her.

Christi backed off suddenly, tactfully ignoring his tirade. She 
pointed to a device on the desk. A black box with switches, a dial and 
wire running from it. "What is that? I found it in your closet last 
night. Couldn't figure out how to use it."

He shook his head.

"I can make you tell me." Christi reached forward to grip his balls 
again. Sheila stopped her.

"Christi. Wait. I know what it is. And he'll never tell you." I 
watched a bit of irritation crossed Christi's face. She wanted to at 
least try and make him tell her. His outburst, trying to get her 
punished would have succeeded if she hadn't been fortunate enough to 
tell me in advance. Her anger was returning by leaps and bounds as he 
verbally degraded his tormentors. Sheila continued from the floor. 
"It's electronic. It's a pain inducer."

"A what?"

Sheila had paled. "It's an electronic pain inducer. I don't know how 
it works."

Fascinated, I got up and walked over to the desk. I picked up the toy. 
I knew what it was. I turned over the black box in my hands. It looked 
like some sort of home made job. It had five black wires protruding 
from it. Two with alligator clips. Two that ended in connectors. And 
one standard wall plug. A dial with numbers inscribed from one to ten, 
a switch, and a LED.

"Oh God," Sheila continued. She took a deep breath. "He only used it 
on me once. I don't remember why. Not that he had to have a reason or 
anything. I. He. The clips went on my nipples. I remember they hurt 
even before he turned it on; they drew blood. I still have the marks. 
He slipped these smooth metal dildos into me. My. My cunt and my ass. 
And he plugged the thing in. That's all I remember. And the pain. From 
deep inside me. It pulsed. And he said he'd turn it up to three. And 
he left me there to suffer as he watched. God, how I screamed. God. 
I've never felt anything quite like it. The agony is. Indescribable. 
It comes from so deep inside you. You don't know whether to pay 
attention to the shocks from your bowels, or your cunt or your 
nipples. Or all of them. Or none of them. I. I think I passed out. 
When I revived. He. He was there. The dildos weren't in me anymore. 
But the clips were still on my nipples. I remember him inside me. 
Grinning. And turning it on again. Fucking me as I screamed and 
writhed. I thought my tits were going to explode or something. The 
agony was indescribable. He pulsed the thing. Letting me rest from 
time to time. Keeping me awake. Ignoring me. My begging. I don't 
remember him taking them off me. I only remember waking up the next 
day in my own bed, screaming. I hurt for days after that. Thank god he 
only used it on me once."

I heard a deep growl from deep in his throat. "I never used it again 
because I was afraid of killing you too soon, you fucking bitch. But 
you looked so fucking beautiful hanging there screaming your guts out. 
If I ever get out of this, I am going to use it again on you. After I 
break your fucking fingers. Make you crawl around like that for a 
while. See how long you can take it on ten before it kills you."

Sheila paled, but held his eyes. Despite her ongoing pain and bruises, 
maybe even a cracked rib, she looked like she was in a hell of a lot 
better shape than he was. And despite the bruises looked ten times 
more beautiful. A hundred times.

Christi padded over to me. "What say we find those dildos? Huh? Though 
we probably only need one for him."

I shrugged. Christi padded away to the closet. I continued to turn 
over the device in my hands, studying it. Moments later Christi 
returned with two silver phalluses. Complete with short wires and 
matching male electrical connectors. Evan's eyes widened at this. 
Knowing that he was about to feel the pain that he'd subjected at 
least Sheila to, if not all his slaves. For all I knew, he'd even 
killed some of them with this little gem. I wouldn't imagine it would 
take too much electricity across the chest to interrupt the heart. I 
could almost picture it happening with the nipple electrodes.

Jane rose and walked over. "Maybe you should let Sheila have the 
honours."

"If she wants them."

Sheila had gingerly walked over as well. She nodded and held out her 
hand. I gently placed one of the metal dildos in her outstretched 
palm. Grasping the instrument of her own torture. She closed her eyes 
and swayed a bit. Probably remembering her own torment with this very 
phallus. When she opened her eyes, she had that look of hate 
smoldering behind her baby blue eyes again. She picked up one of the 
dildos and walked back over to him. He looked at her dully.

"Remember this?"

He swallowed. "You don't scare me, cunt."

She closed her eyes. I couldn't believe that this guy had the strength 
to be insulting them.

She silently walked around him and stood behind. He craned his neck to 
try and watch her. "I wouldn't do that cunt. You are only making it 
worse on yourself."

"I wouldn't do that cunt. You are only making it worse on yourself," 
she mimicked him cruelly in her higher voice. "Evan. I've had this 
used on me before. It hurt. But I survived. The question is, will 
you?" She continued in a very calm voice. "I want you to apologize to 
me. For doing this to me the first time. I did nothing to deserve it. 
And I want you to apologize for calling me a cunt. Either call me 
Sheila, or Mistress. Got it?" She got a worried look on her face and 
looked in my direction. Wondering if she'd overstepped her bounds.

I smiled at her and shrugged. I didn't mind if she could make him call 
her Mistress. Kind of liked the touch actually.

"Let's get this straight right now. I loved watching you writhe when I 
tortured you. I'm not apologizing. You can torture me until death and 
I won't. And I'm not calling a cunt like you Sheila or any other name. 
Cunt. That's all you are." Brave, brave words. I was reasonably sure 
that he was going to regret them.

She was still calm. I watched as she lowered the metal invader towards 
his ass. "Don't say I didn't warn you." With one brutal motion she 
rammed the dildo into him. Even I cringed. His head fell back and he 
howled. She mercilessly kept her hand on it. Forcing it into him as he 
bucked and pulled on his restraints. Desperately trying to get the 
thing out of his ass.

She whispered to him after he calmed down. "That's how I felt when you 
did it to me. Only I have two holes to do it to, don't I? If you'd 
apologized I would have had the kindness of using some lubricant. And 
I would have set it on three, instead of five."

"Oh God. It burns. It hurts. Take it out. Please."

"Those words sound familiar. Did you listen to them when they came out 
of my mouth?"

"No. M-mistress. I. I'm sorry. Oh God. Please. Take it out."

The pain must have been intense for this turn around.

Jane walked over to Sheila carrying the black box and some duct tape. 
Sheila smiled at Jane, who didn't return the smile. This was far more 
brutal than anything they had done to him last night. I suspect that 
Jane wasn't quite as into this as she was earlier. The displays of 
outright pain a bit much for her. I debated letting her out. She was a 
pretty sensitive girl and she had expended her anger last night. 
Instead of an insolent, obnoxious jackass, the pathetic creature in 
front of us was merely in pain. Exhausted and nearly out of resources.

I spoke to Jane as she returned, "Hey? You alright? You want to leave? 
I'll let you. I'll understand. You can join Amy and Elizabeth 
downstairs if you like. I won't force you to be bound on the bed."

"God. That sounds nice. But. No. I'll stay here. I. I just feel like I 
should see this. Understand Sheila."

Jane hadn't gone through what Sheila had. Sheila deserved this. I was 
determined to let her go through with it. Christi just watched. 
Vaguely turned on by the whole drama, despite its brutality. I tried 
my best to simply distance myself from it. But I thought it was just 
about time to end Evan's agony. I'd let Sheila finish this, but that 
was it.

Sheila had taped the invasion into Evan's ass so he was unable to 
expel it. She knelt and carefully connected up the device. Instead of 
placing the alligator clips on his nipples, she attached them to his 
scrotum. She left the second dildo connection free having nowhere to 
place the second metal probe on a male.

She knelt in front of him. Looking into his face.

"Evan? Can you hear me?"

He nodded. Tears of pain streaming down his face.

"Good. How long did you subject me to this thing?"

"I. I don't remember."

"Well I sure don't either. But it seemed like forever. When I was 
conscious."

"Please. Mercy."

She reached forward with her small hand. She ran her fingers along the 
length of his penis. Despite his discomfort and outright pain, he 
reacted and began to stiffen. Jane and Christi just watched in 
fascination.

"Remember this touch Evan, darling? Remember forcing me to do this to 
you? Tease you for hours before you raped me, again? I might point out 
that this time, I'm doing it by choice. Not using my mouth, if you'll 
notice. I'm not going to use my mouth unless I'm ordered to. And I 
don't think I will be. And remember that cunt that you are so fond of 
reminding me that I have? Yeah? You aren't going to be raping it 
either. What do you think of that?" She wore a look of disgust on her 
face. I was surprised that she had brought herself to do this at all. 
Touch him. Even with her fingers. But she knew that it would 
ultimately increase his discomfort. The female of the species is far 
more dangerous than the male.

Evan had closed his eyes. Concentrating on the light touches that her 
fingers were imparting to him. He rocked his hips forward, trying to 
increase her stimulation. He was raging hard. The only pleasure that 
he'd had in the better part of the day. The rest being pure pain. Of 
course, he reacted.

"Evan? Dear? Remember teasing me? Whipping me? Then giving me some 
pleasure? Using your fingers? Your tongue? Gently on me? Whether I 
wanted your attention or not?" Her words were making me hard. His 
erection seemed to be getting more and more solid, if that was 
possible. "Teasing me? Using vibrators? Remember how I reacted to it? 
Any kindness? I moaned? I begged? But did you ever let me climax? Ever 
let me have any kind of release? Any pleasure? No matter how small? It 
was fun to deny me? Wasn't it?"

"I let you climax, bitch." He'd opened his eyes again.

"You made me masturbate for your friends while they all catcalled. And 
if you hadn't tied my hands at night, sometimes I could masturbate 
myself in private. Yeah. A great sex life I had."

"You orgasmed other times. You can't lay this one me."

"To stop the pain. You were whipping me between my legs. I couldn't 
help it. My body just did it to feel better. To stop that horrible 
pain even for a few seconds. But it was only for a second. Wasn't it? 
You saw the climax. And you thought that you could make me do it 
again. The same way. Thinking I liked it. Despite all my pleading. 
Didn't I pass out from the pain that time?"

Her fingers still idly touching him. He was moaning.

"Please don't do this to me."

"I know those words. Written and performed originally by Sheila. Queen 
of the Slaves. You want to apologize? Or shall I flick this button?"

"Oh God. What do you want?"

"I just want you to be sorry for what you did to me. What you put me 
through. And degrading women in general. For the last fucking time. 
I'm not a cunt."

"I. I can't do it."

"Evan? Do you have any concept how much this thing hurts?"

"I watched you in it."

"Not the same as experiencing it. I'm planning on sitting here and 
watching you experience it first hand. But I won't feel a fucking 
thing."

"Oh God. I. I apologize. I swear it. I'm sorry. Anything you want to 
hear. Just don't turn it on. Please."

Sheila lay back on the carpet and arched herself. His eyes never left 
her bare bruised body. She finally sat back up.

"Let's compromise then. I'll only leave it on five for a few minutes. 
Then you can experience what three is like."

"No. Please. Have some compassion."

Her fingers set the dial. I couldn't see it from my vantage point, but 
I assumed that it was set at five. Her pretty finger with the peach 
nail polish rested idly on the switch. The box balanced easily on her 
outstretched thigh. That one slim digit controlling his world. His 
pain.

"I lost my compassion for you when you never. Ever. Fucking. Listened 
to me. Even when I was screaming in pain." Her face was an unemotional 
mask as she flipped the switch. The red LED flickered to life and the 
reaction was instantaneous.

His whole body tensed. His face a mask of agony. His mouth opened as I 
looked away. As far as I knew all the girls managed to watch.

"You fucking BIIIIIIITTTTTCHCHCHCHCHCH!" he screamed into the uncaring 
room.

She let him dance for a full ten seconds before she switched it off. 
Not the few minutes that she'd threatened. I'm sure that a full three 
minutes in that agony would have nearly killed the man. Though even 
the ten seconds probably felt like an eternity to the bound monster. I 
turned back as he slumped in the bonds. Breathing hard. Straining 
desperately against his ropes. Still breathing hard, he managed to 
gasp out one word. It would be his last for a while.

"Cunt."

Sheila's fingers moved slowly to the dial and turned it 
counter-clockwise. I presume to the three level. Her eyes still locked 
with his. Her voice was calm.

"Evan? You don't have the right to call me that anymore."

She casually flicked the switch on the box on the floor. His body went 
rigid again. His mouth opening in a soundless scream, finally falling 
through the octaves until he sounded a high pitched squeal. Sounding 
like the tortured woman again. His body convulsing with the shocks.

Sheila struggled to her feet and walked over to the group of us. 
Leaving the device on and Evan screaming. Her eyes were closed as she 
approached. Silent tears falling from her eyes. I had thought that she 
was cold. Her words. Her actions. But she was driven by hate. And that 
hate had been extended beyond her capacity to handle it. She was 
unable to even look at the man she'd brutalized. She practically fell 
into Christi's arms, sobbing into her bare breasts. Christi held the 
woman. Rocking her. Whispering to her.

Suddenly the keening scream was cut off as Evan passed out. The 
electronic toy still causing his body to involuntarily twitch. The 
room lapsed into silence only broken by Sheila's quiet sobbing.





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