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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-consensual 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.

If you are still with me, read on and please enjoy.

- crimson

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Chapter 105 - Time Out Of Time

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By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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"Sit." I ordered her. She sank her nude body into the chair opposite 
me. She still wore that frightened look, not quite sure what to 
expect. "How are you feeling this morning?" I gently asked her.

She looked confused at the question, perhaps not expecting a normal 
request.

"My nipples hurt a bit, if that's what you are asking."

I smiled at her. "Good. They ought to hurt. How's your back?"

She grimaced. "It hurts." She twisted a bit in the chair. "I'll be 
alright, though." She had slept sitting up, the same as I.

I turned to Sheila. "Sheila? Do you do as good a job on girls as 
boys?"

She shrugged. "I guess." She rose to her feet and padded over to 
Elizabeth. Soon Elizabeth was sighing, all her aches and pains 
disappearing under Sheila's soft hands. When she was done, Elizabeth 
sat back up straight and smiled up at her.

"Oh God, that felt good. Thank-you."

Sheila smiled back and kissed Elizabeth's forehead. "You're welcome."

"Alright, all of you. On the floor."

All the women dropped whatever they were doing and gathered in a line 
on the floor. I stopped Christi before she knelt, motioning her back 
to her cooking tasks. She could listen from there.

"Everyone except Christi gets to eat on the floor today." There was a 
bit of a murmur from the girls, but they remained quiet. They knew 
better than to complain about direct orders. If they even got 
breakfast, they knew they'd probably end up bound for it, if they 
complained. "It isn't a punishment, I just want to watch you eat from 
there. You can get your food from the table without asking. 
Understand?"

They didn't understand why, but they understood their orders. They all 
nodded. Christi walked over carrying a huge plate of pancakes. She 
dropped them onto the middle of the table and looked at me.

"I can sit at the table?" she asked meekly. I nodded to her and 
watched as she settled her gorgeous bare body into the chair opposite 
me. "Why?" she whispered.

"Because you cooked. And those look delicious," I grabbed myself a 
plate of the pancakes. She tentatively reached out to take her own. 
Her eyes were a bit frightened, not sure why she was the only one 
given a chair, feeling a little awkward to be put into a special 
position. She almost looked like she'd prefer to be kneeling on the 
floor with the others. She carefully pulled a couple of pancakes from 
the serving plate and waited. The other girls were looking up 
expectantly from the floor. I nodded to them and one at a time, they 
rose and carefully carried a plate and their food back to their 
kneeling positions. After the girls were settled, I poured some syrup 
onto my food and began to eat.

I heard a small voice, Jane's, speak from the floor.

"Sir?"

I looked down at her small body, kneeling. Her face looked up at me. 
"Can we eat as well? Please?"

"Of course, eat. It's excellent." I'd forgotten that at breakfast 
their tradition was to seek permission to eat. I still wasn't 
completely used to their submission, even though I'd been the cause of 
it.

Amy spoke up quietly. "Please sir. I know that we maybe don't deserve 
it, though I can't imagine why, but can we have syrup as well? 
Please?"

I smiled. I had been waiting for one of them to ask. I rose from my 
seat with the jug of syrup and crouched by Amy.

"I could have gotten it myself ..." she spoke quietly.

"You sure you want it?"

Her face was a mask of uncertainty. "What am I going to have to do to 
get it?" she asked.

"Nothing." I smiled at her evilly. She was completely unsure what I 
had in mind, just that she wasn't likely to enjoy it.

She nodded, probably sorry that she'd been the one to ask the innocent 
question. But knowing that it was probably far too late to change her 
mind.

"Lean back."

"Lean back? Why? Please." She extended her hands behind her and leaned 
her bare body back, thrusting out her chest as she was forced into the 
awkward position.

I carefully poured a line of syrup across the top of her chest. She 
cried out as the cold liquid hit her bare skin, but she endured it.

"Sit up." I ordered her. The sticky liquid began to flow down her 
body, slowly dripping down her breasts, coating them. She shivered as 
the liquid slowly dripped down.

She crunched up her face and spoke. "I. I sort of meant more for my 
pancakes." She couldn't quite keep a straight face.

I carefully lifted the jug and poured the liquid into her tangled 
blonde hair. She sharply moved back, not expecting me to do that, her 
eyes opened wide. Her quick movement caused me to spill a little onto 
her thighs and onto the floor. She gasped.

"Amy?"

"Oh God. I'm sorry. I." She moved herself back into position, knowing 
complaint or refusal was useless. I'd just tie her down, not give her 
her breakfast and pour as much syrup over her as I wanted. She would 
drown in the stuff if I wanted her to.

"Amy? There's some on the floor because of that."

She looked down, confused, at the small puddle of syrup by her left 
knee.

"Don't you think that you should clean up your mess?"

She looked around, beginning to rise to her feet to get a cloth. I 
touched her shoulder.

"Not that way."

She closed her eyes. She reached down and extended her fingers, 
intending to wipe it up onto her skin.

"No fingers."

She looked at me, finally realizing how she was going to have to do 
it.

"Please? Don't make me do this. Please? I. I don't want to."

"Amy."

"Oh shit. Alright."

She carefully got to her hands and knees and bent her head. She tried 
to keep her hair out of the way, but wasn't too successful as she bent 
her head and carefully licked the small puddle from the floor. The 
syrup was slowly dripping from her hair and her breasts onto the 
floor. She could be at this all day if I wanted. But I stopped her as 
she began to move towards one of the drops that had fallen from her 
body. I'd humiliated her enough.

"Knees."

She looked up thankfully and returned to her knees, kneeling in the 
syrup drips, but not really caring at this point, as long as I wasn't 
forcing her to clean the floor with her tongue.

She swallowed and stayed still as I finished pouring syrup over her 
head. The sticky substance coated her hair, ran down her face, and 
mixed with her tears. Her sticky hair stuck to her shoulders and her 
bare back.

"Would you like some on your plate as well?"

She swallowed and closed her eyes. "You aren't going to fill my pussy 
if I say yes?"

"If I was going to, you can't do much about it."

She took a breath. "This slave would like some syrup on her breakfast. 
Please?" she begged. If she had to be humiliated, at least she wanted 
something out of it.

I smiled at her and poured a liberal amount over her pancakes.

"Why didn't you say so?" I teased her.

"Oh God. You bastard." But she was smiling now as well, realizing that 
syrup washed off. Not like she was ruining her clothes or anything. 
This was mild torment compared to other things I'd put her through. 
"At least I don't have to worry about getting my fingers sticky."

I moved over to Elizabeth.

"You want syrup as well?"

"Do I have a choice?"

I grinned at her. "You have a choice. If you say no, you only get it 
over your pretty head and on your chest. If you say yes, you get it on 
your breakfast as well."

"Yes," she replied quietly. Without even being told, she leaned back 
allowing the syrup to be poured over her bare breasts. After that was 
done, she sat back up and stayed motionless as I poured more into her 
hair. She licked at it as it fell down her face. I completed the show 
with some across her breakfast.

She whispered quick thank-you as I moved to Sheila.

"Oh no," she murmured as I approached her. Without another word, the 
bare blonde beauty allowed the same treatment. She looked up at me 
from her kneeling position.

"Sheila? Sweety? You want some on your pancakes?"

She nodded shyly.

"Beg."

"Beg?"

"Beg."

"Please? Master? A dirty slave begs for syrup on her breakfast." She 
fell into the begging role so easily, probably having been taught it 
by Mayer.

I finished with the tormented girl and moved to Jane. Jane just looked 
at me with her deep brown eyes. Pleading.

"Please. We haven't done anything. I'd like some syrup, but ... oh 
God." She gasped as the cold liquid ran over her head. I didn't bother 
with her breasts but just poured a bit extra over her hair, allowing 
it to drip onto her chest. I brushed her hair forward across her bare 
shoulders. I forced the girl to lick the syrup from my fingers that 
I'd gotten sticky from touching her head. I couldn't imagine the 
feeling of that. Being nude, helpless, and having syrup poured over 
you. Having to sit still. Jane's nipples had risen, but I'm not sure 
if that was due to the cold of the syrup, or something else.

I didn't make her beg, but simply finished off by pouring some over 
her food.

I stood and surveyed the girls. They looked a bit miserable on their 
knees and covered in syrup, but they knew better than to complain.

Jane saw me looking at her. "If I thought that I could take whatever 
punishment you'd give me, I swear I'd come over there and hug you for 
this. God. I'm sticky. You are going to let us shower after this, 
aren't you?"

"Maybe, if you are good and don't complain."

"God. Alright. I'll even tell you I like it if you let me shower."

"We'll see. Eat. Your breakfast is getting cold." The girls all began 
to pick apart their pancakes with their fingers. One advantage to this 
treatment was that they weren't worried about their fingers anymore, 
not concerned about getting sticky.

I sat back down.

"You want syrup?" I asked the only clean girl in the room.

"Oh God. Not me too. I cooked for you," Christi spoke softly, trying 
to get out of it. "Please?"

"Don't worry about it. I'm not going to cover you too." I reached 
forward and simply covered her breakfast in syrup. I watched as she 
carefully dug into her breakfast with her long fingers, popping pieces 
into her mouth and licking her fingers clean.

"Thank-you," Christi whispered. "I can't imagine what that must feel 
like."

"You still might find out."

"Oh God."

I finished up my breakfast and just watched the girls eat. Jane and 
Amy both asked for seconds and I indulged the sticky women. The 
pancakes slowly disappeared into their mouths. I allowed Jane and Amy 
to pour their own syrup on their second helping. They seemed grateful 
not to have to endure the food to skin contact once again.

"You girls are a mess," I joked with them. Jane just shot me a dirty 
look from her syrup streaked face. "Alright, on your feet. Put your 
dishes in the sink."

The girls scrambled to obey. I could see that the ones from the floor 
were fighting the instinct to wipe their skin, their faces, their bare 
breasts. Desperately wanting to clean themselves. I looked down where 
they had been. Syrup was evident all over the floor. All five girls 
stood awkwardly in front of the sink.

"Christi?"

"Yes sir?" she asked innocently.

"Hug them. All of them."

She paled. "You can't be serious."

"When was the last time I joked about you hugging another woman?"

"Please no."

"Christi?" I asked in a warning tone.

"You are going to let us shower, right?"

"Does it matter?"

She looked down and softly said, "No sir."

She turned and hesitantly placed her hands around Jane's neck, their 
bodies still far apart. She looked back at me, pleaded with her eyes. 
Not wanting to do this to herself. She finally took a deep breath and 
before she was ready, Jane helped her by grabbing her waist and 
forcing their bare bodies together. Christi yelped, and Jane actually 
laughed, rubbing her soiled skin against Christi.

"Thought you were going to get away without it?" Jane gaily asked her 
friend.

Christi just stepped away and ran her fingers across her bare breasts. 
She licked at her fingers and smiled. "I guess not," she said 
ruefully.

She breathed in deeply and moved on, taking care with Sheila, but 
hugging each nude girl in turn until she was nearly as covered as they 
were. Her hair had escaped serious stickiness, but that was all.

"Alright. That's enough of that, as erotic as it was." I noticed that 
despite herself, Christi's nipples had managed to tighten during this 
skin on skin contact. Perhaps the food play had excited her as well.

"Kneel."

All the women dropped obediently to their knees.

"You all ready for a shower?"

They all nodded in unison. They were more than ready for a shower.

"Who's first?"

They all began to talk at once, wanting to be first.

"Alright. Quiet. Elizabeth, Sheila, and Amy. Go on. Cold water. I 
don't want to get up there to a steamy bathroom. Got it? Make it 
quick."

Elizabeth spoke up. "Please, master? Can we please use hot water. At 
least cool water?"

I turned to the girl. "Elizabeth? Would you prefer if I put you back 
in that hog-tie for the rest of the day? Without a shower?"

She paled. "No sir. We'll use cold. Please."

I reconsidered. Syrup was going to be damn hard to get out of their 
hair without hot water. And I didn't want them sticky and dirty all 
day.

"Wash each other, and you can use hot water to wash yourselves. Okay? 
Cold to rinse. But I want you shivering when you get out. And I don't 
want you in there all day. Understand?"

Elizabeth nodded mutely. Afraid to say anything further.

"Thank you," Sheila whispered as she pushed herself to her bare feet.

I watched as the girls filed out of the kitchen. I hoped that they 
managed to get to the bathroom before they dripped that syrup all over 
the carpet. Otherwise I might have to punish them.

"Alright, you two," I addressed the remaining girls. "Dishes."

Christi sprang to her feet and began to run the water into the sink. I 
watched the naked girls as they washed and dried and cleaned up. The 
syrup was still dripping out of Jane's matted brown hair, down her 
back and even down her legs. She seemed uncomfortable, but she knew 
that she was going to get to wash soon and she didn't complain. This 
punishment wasn't severe enough to warrant complaints and she knew it. 
Christi was just lightly coated.

I stopped Jane as she bent to clean up the floor. The floor was going 
to get more syrup on it before it got cleaned. I'd get Amy to do it 
later. Maybe with her tongue.

They finished quickly and knelt back at my feet, their faces upturned 
expectantly. They probably hoped that I was going to release them to 
the shower.

Instead, I leaned back in my chair and gazed at the beautiful sticky 
girls. After a few minutes, they shifted uncomfortably and Jane spoke.

"Sir?"

"Yes?"

"Can we please shower? I. I'm so dirty." Her hand reached up and 
touched her hair. She grimaced as her fingers came away sticky. She 
was covered in the syrup. It was dripping off her body.

"Soon. I want you to do something for me first."

Christi spoke. "We'll do it. Whatever it is. Please."





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