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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 69 - Time Out Of Time

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By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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I glanced back at the girls and watched Jane move back to Christi and 
Sheila. She knelt and whispered something to the other two. She glanced 
back at me in the doorway and nodded.

I slipped out, walked around the hallway and made my way down the 
stairs. Amy was still listening to the stereo, quietly humming. I 
couldn't make out the tune. Elizabeth was still buried in her book. I 
poked my head into the library and she looked up from Revolution France.

"My break over?" she asked with obvious disappointment in her voice. I 
think despite the cuffs and their nudity, the women were enjoying this 
quiet time. No demands. No pain.

I shook my head. I just wasn't in the mood to play with them. The
Sheila 
thing had bothered me a bit. Maybe I needed some relaxation as well.

"You hungry?" I asked her.

"A little." I couldn't imagine that she was anything less than ravenous.

"What would you like for lunch?"

"I have a choice?"

"If you'll make lunch and mine."

"What about the others?"

"I'll find out. Just a sec."

I wandered back to the living room where Amy was still stretched out on 
the couch, listening to music with her eyes closed. Peaceful. I smiled 
to myself and walked over to the stereo. I gripped the volume knob and 
suddenly turned it up and immediately back down. Even I could hear the 
music suddenly blare through the headphones. Amy just about jumped 
through the roof. Her eyes flew open, she screamed and her cuffed hands 
rose frantically to her head, her fingers scrabbling at the source of 
her panic. The headphones finally fell from her ears and she looked 
around the room wildly. Her gaze fell on me, laughing hysterically by 
the stereo. I think I really needed some release. Such a childish thing 
to do.

Before I knew it, Amy was off the couch and approaching me. I couldn't 
help myself laughing. She slowly advanced on me. Yelling something. I 
couldn't make it out over my laughing. My stomach hurt.

She finally got herself to me. This small girl. Naked and cuffed.
Trying 
her best to keep a straight face and affect anger. I managed to stop 
laughing and tried my best to look at her face without smirking.

Her lips quivering, trying to keep herself from laughing, she managed
to 
get out an admonishment.

"You think that was funny?"

Just before I burst out laughing, she raised her small fists and began 
to ineffectually pound them against my chest. The cuffs making the job 
much harder on her. Finally I couldn't take it anymore. I just about 
collapsed on the floor. I was holding my stomach and crying. This poor 
girl. I could hear her laughing as she mock hit me.

Finally, she gripped my shoulder with her hands and managed to pull me 
to the floor. Not like I could resist a lot. I vaguely heard Elizabeth 
wander into the room and remark.

"What the hell is going on in here? Hmmmmm?"

By this time Amy had managed to straddle my chest. Pinning me down. Her 
bare body looking luscious as she wrestled with me.

She pretended to choke me. Not really threatening me. Just playing.

"Listen to me, you brat," she hissed at me. "That wasn't funny. I could 
have had a heart attack."

I just couldn't stop laughing. I felt Elizabeth's weight come down on
my 
legs. I heard her voice distantly.

"What did he do to you?"

I managed to control the laughter for another moment. Enough to hear
Amy 
speaking over her shoulder to Elizabeth.

"There I was. Quietly listening to AC/DC. Minding my own business. 
Enjoying myself for the first time in like three days. And this turkey 
sneaks in and turns up the stereo to like eleven. I just about had a 
freaking heart attack. And this bozo," I felt her fists hit me again, 
"thinks it's hilarious."

I began to laugh again. Shaking the bare girls sitting on me.

I managed to gasp out. "It was freaking hilarious. You should have seen 
yourself."

I could feel Elizabeth begin to laugh as well. It was infectious. 
Finally Amy just gave up and just let herself laugh. Falling across me. 
Nearly smothering me with her bare breasts.

Finally, the giggles nearly left us.

"All I wanted was to find out what you wanted for lunch."

I could feel Amy begin to giggle again. I felt Elizabeth roll off my 
legs and just sit cross-legged beside us stupid people. At last the 
giggles were spent. My stomach hurt. But I felt better. I gently pushed 
Amy until she gave up and rolled off me. The bare girl just lay back on 
the floor and tried to stop her laughing. Tears were streaming from her 
eyes and she brushed at them with her bound hands. There was a shine
and 
a smile on Elizabeth's face.

I sat up.

Elizabeth looked at the two of us with a mocking severe look on her 
face.

"You two quite finished yet?"

I nodded. But the question managed to get a few more giggles out of Amy.

"If you two idiots are done with your giggling, I'm hungry. What am I 
making?"

Amy managed to gasp out. "I'm famished. Please. How about a Club 
sandwich."

I looked at Elizabeth. "You know how to make a Club sandwich?"

She gave me a withering stare. "I was a waitress in a former life. I
can 
make a Club sandwich. Geez."

I had no idea what any of the girls did in real time. Except maybe
Jane. 
She was probably a high school student. Amy was probably a college 
student. But that didn't preclude employment I suppose.

I smiled at Elizabeth. "Go on. Careful though. Polly, the cook is in 
there. Don't let her surprise you. Make six sandwiches. Okay?"

Elizabeth gave me an odd look and carefully rose to her bare feet. To 
her count there was only five of us. I guess she'd find out about the 
newest addition to our family soon.

I looked down at Amy, still gasping for breath on the floor. Her bare 
breasts rising and falling erratically. She opened her eyes.

"You are such an idiot." Her belly convulsed a couple more times as she 
tried to control the impulse to laugh. She finally succeeded. I lay
back 
down beside her on the floor.

"I needed that." I remarked to her. "Sorry that you were the victim."

"You're sorry?" she was completely incredulous.

"Yeah. It was childish."

"You torture me for hours on end and you're not sorry, and you deafen
me 
as a prank and you are. I'll never figure you out." Amy rose up on her 
elbow and looked at me. She scrambled over to me. Pressed her bare body 
against my clothes. "I sort of liked it up there. More comfortable than 
the floor." She struggled a bit but managed to get herself back up on 
top of me. Her weight didn't bother me. She was light enough.

Her face hung inches above mine. She ducked her head and gave me a
quick 
kiss on the lips. Traced my lips with her tongue. She gave me a quick 
kiss on the tip of the nose.

"Your slave Amy, thanks you," she whispered to me.

"For what?" I was completely confused.

"She needed the laugh too. It felt good. Though her stomach hurts, now."

I nodded and she smiled. She worked her body down a bit so that she was 
lying further down me. Her bare crotch pressed at my jeans. I could
feel 
myself reacting to her. My legs were apart, hers were lying easily 
between mine. She had extended her arms above head. Almost cradling my 
head between her arms. Having trouble lying on her front with
handcuffs. 
Her head lay on my chest just under my chin. Her hair smelt wonderful. 
She lay quietly. Not making any other sexual movements. Just lying 
there. Breathing hard.

"You're welcome," I murmured to the girl on my chest.

We lay there like that for perhaps fifteen minutes. Amy didn't stir. I 
was beginning to think that she had fallen asleep, but she raised her 
head immediately as Elizabeth wandered in.

"Sandwiches are ready."

"Lunch time!" Amy announced from her perch. Elizabeth kind of gave us a 
weird look, I guess meaning the position. Amy hiked herself up me
again, 
making me stir. She gave me a big kiss right on the lips and rolled off 
me. Bouncing to her feet.

I slowly sat up. Realizing that I was breathing easier without her 
weight on my chest. Not that I minded. I looked up at the standing 
girls.

"Why don't you bring three sandwiches out here. You can continue what 
you were doing before I so rudely interrupted you."

The girls looked like they were in shock that I wasn't going to torment 
them with their lunch, but hurried to obey. Elizabeth returned with two 
plates and handed one to me.

"You sure?" she asked me.

"What?"

"You're going to let me go back and read and eat alone?"

"Yeah?"

"Not going to make Amy feed me?"

"Elizabeth. Do you want me to?"

Her eyes widened and she straightened up. She shook her head and
hurried 
back to the library while the getting was good. She remarked over her 
shoulder, "We should make you laugh more often." I guess she attributed 
my being nice to them to my good humour. Truth was, I simply didn't
feel 
like tormenting them at the moment. Maybe it was the good laugh.

Amy just wandered back to the sofa and stretched out. She placed the 
plate on her flat stomach and, giving me a dirty look, carefully
brushed 
her hair behind her ears and placed the headphones over them. Soon she 
had closed her eyes and was gently moving to the music again. Slowly 
eating her lunch.

I just shook my head. I couldn't believe the resilience of this girl. 
Yesterday she spent the entire day in horrible punishments. In pain.
Her 
breasts still bore the marks of the crop that I'd used on her. Her 
thighs, too. And today, she was laughing and voluntarily kissing me. No 
longer even self conscious of her bondage or nudity. Just enjoying her 
free time.

I doubted if I'd ever understand the female of the species. I hoped
that 
Sheila would be as resilient after a good sleep and some loving care 
from Christi and Jane.

I ate my sandwich in silence, watching Amy, and thinking.





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