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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 89 - Time Out Of Time

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By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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Jane took a deep breath as we entered the kitchen. "Thank God that 
that is over."

Christi echoed the sentiments.

The two bare girls walked slightly ahead of me as I gently guided them 
into the library. Elizabeth was bent over her classic quietly reading. 
She looked up as we approached.

"You handled our host?"

I nodded.

"Tough?"

"On Sheila mostly. She's pretty upset."

"I can imagine. Can a slave ask a question?" I nodded. "Am I going to 
be left here or going with you on your shopping expedition?"

"You don't want it to be a surprise?"

"Not really. You've come to get me for one or the other."

"Come on."

She carefully closed the book, slipping a small piece of paper between 
the pages. Marking her spot. It occurred to me that there was little 
point in reading in this timeline. She'd just forget it when I 
returned her. I guess that didn't stop any of us reading in the prime 
time line. No guarantee that we'd remember any of it in any afterlife, 
if there even was an afterlife.

She almost pranced over to stand in front of us.

"Ready and willing," she spoke jauntily.

I guided the three bare women upstairs. We all entered the master 
bedroom. Elizabeth's eyes widened as she noted Sheila bound to the 
bed.

"Master?" Sheila's voice rose from the bed.

"Yes?"

"Are you going to release me now? Please?"

I looked at her. "Sheila, honey, you aren't in any shape to be walking 
around shopping. You need rest. I'm going to leave you bound here 
until I get back."

"Oh God. Please don't leave me tied up here. I'll be good. I promise. 
You don't have to tie me up. I hate it. Please. I'll do whatever you 
tell me."

I leaned over and kissed her forehead. "Not today. I want you 
restrained while we're out."

Tears had begun to form in her eyes. But she nodded. Accepting her 
bondage.

"Master?" she had almost whispered. I turned back to the bound woman. 
"Please. My right wrist." I glanced up to her bound wrist. "It's 
tight. Please. I know you don't have to care. But. Your slave begs you 
to loosen it. It. It's cutting off her circulation. She'd be so 
grateful if you would retie it. She tried to adjust it, but it just 
got tighter. Please?" Sheila had fallen into slave talk. It had been a 
while since I'd heard it used. At least seriously. But I supposed that 
Sheila probably had had more time to master it than the others. I 
couldn't imagine Mayer letting her speak normally all the time. He had 
controlled so many aspects of her life. Then again, he'd let her use 
cutlery whereas I hadn't.

I kissed her wrist. Her hand looked like it was having some 
circulation problems. It was getting tinged a little blue.

I turned to Jane. Our resident knot expert. "Jane? You want to do the 
honours?"

She nodded and stepped forward. Sitting down beside Sheila, talking 
quietly to her as she worked at the bonds. I heard Sheila sigh as her 
hand was released, sharply bringing in her breath as the circulation 
returned.

I checked the rope work as soon as Jane was finished. It was secure 
and not nearly as tight. Sheila's wrist could now rotate in the rope 
but there was no way even her small hand could work it's way out. And 
there was no way for her to reach the knots either.

"Good job, Jane." She smiled at the compliment. I turned back to 
Sheila. "You alright other than that? Anything else falling asleep? 
You might be there a while."

Sheila pulled gently against the ropes holding her. Wiggling her toes. 
She shook her head. "I'd be better if I wasn't tied up at all. But I 
guess I'll be okay. My feet are going to fall asleep, but I think 
they'll be fine if you aren't gone too long." She sighed. Resigned to 
her bondage.

I turned back to Jane. "Feel like tying up another girl?"

"Not really. But I will, of course. Who?"

I pointed to Elizabeth. The bare girl paled and began to protest 
immediately.

"Please. Sir. I. You don't need to tie me up. I'll just sit quietly 
and read. Honestly. I won't wander around if you don't want me to. 
I'll be good. Please don't tie me up again."

I looked at her. I could tell that she really didn't want to be bound. 
I'd been lax with all of them as I'd dealt with the owners of the 
house. They had all enjoyed relative freedom. At most a pair of 
handcuffs adorning them. Free time. Time to themselves. Almost 
privacy. Suddenly they were being asked to give it all up again. It 
was going to be hard on them. Almost like I'd just captured them off 
the main timeline again.

"No Elizabeth. I want you bound as well while we are out."

"Oh God. Please. I'll do anything you want."

"Would you rather be gagged as well? Then I wouldn't have to listen to 
these protests."

"Oh God. Please no. I. I'm sorry. I would rather not be gagged. If I 
have a choice anymore. Please."

Elizabeth had sunk to her bare knees on the carpet. Tears beginning to 
form as she realized that her freedom was about to be taken away 
again. I just watched her struggle with the knowledge for a moment and 
then look up at me.

"Where?"

"Huh?"

"Where are you going to tie me up?"

"In here. If you behave and don't end up being gagged, at least you'll 
have someone to talk to."

She nodded. Miserable. "How?"

"Huh?"

"How do you want to tie me up, dammit?" she swore in her frustration. 
Tears beginning to form in her eyes again.

"Elizabeth?"

She paled. "Oh God. Please don't punish me. I apologize for losing my 
temper. I. Please. How do you want me tied, sir?" She swallowed. 
Hoping that her anger hadn't bought her a punishment. Nothing she 
could do about it now, though. She'd just have to suffer if her mouth 
had gotten her in trouble again.

"On your front, Elizabeth."

Obediently, she dropped to her hands and knees. Rocking forward and 
pressing her bare body into the carpet. Lying prone.

"Hands behind you." She whimpered but placed her hands behind her 
back, crossing her slender wrists. I motioned for Jane to secure her. 
Jane picked up a short length of rope left over from tying Sheila and 
wrapped Elizabeth's wrists, lashing them together. "Cross your 
ankles." Elizabeth crossed her bare ankles, not so silently waiting 
for the rope.

"Sir? Please. You don't have to do this. I. I'll behave. I swear it."

"You are already misbehaving by trying to get out of this. You know 
that I want you tied up."

"But why? I haven't done anything."

"You don't need to do anything. You know that. This isn't a 
punishment. If you were being punished, you'd know it. You just look 
pretty that way. Now. Do you want to be gagged as well?"

She shook her head. Afraid of saying anything further. Jane had 
finished binding her ankles.

I spoke to Jane. "Elbows and connecting rope. Hog-tie her. Make sure 
she's as comfortable as possible. She's going to be in it for a 
while."

Jane bent to her task. I simply sat back and watched the girl work. 
Slowly, Elizabeth become more and more immobile. She grunted a couple 
of times as her elbows were secured, but she didn't have the bravery 
to actually complain any further. She'd been gagged before. She wasn't 
fond of it.

Finally Jane rose to her feet and nodded that Elizabeth was secure. 
Elizabeth was lying on her front. Her arms secured behind her back. 
The rope work was intricate. Her elbows. Her wrists. Her ankles 
crossed and bound. A rope looped back between her ankles and her 
wrists, bending her legs back. Her bare feet in the air. Squirming. 
Her back was arched slightly with the tightness. Her bare breasts 
almost lifted off the carpet, but not quite. Her knees had spread 
involuntarily to reduce the strain on her body. She was going to be 
one sore lady by the time I released her. I crouched down and double 
checked the ropes. Secure as always. Jane apparently wasn't in the 
mood for a punishment either.

I bent down and looked into Elizabeth's teary eyes. Touched her face.

"You alright?"

"I've been better. Can I speak?"

"Not if you are going to beg to get out of this. You are staying in 
this until I decide to let you out. End of discussion."

"I know. Please. I'm just not used to it. Please don't punish me. 
Don't gag me," she whispered.

"Unless you do something else to deserve it within the next three 
minutes, I won't gag you. You two can talk while we're gone. Okay? I 
just wanted to know if anything was going to cause problems. 
Circulation problems over the next few hours."

She cringed as she heard the words, realizing that she was going to be 
in this uncomfortable position for hours. "I. I can't tell yet. I 
think I'll be alright. Sore as hell at the end, I'm sure. But I'll 
survive. Why do you like doing this to us? You won't even be here to 
look at me." Her tears overfilled her eyelids as she thought about the 
unfairness of this.

"I don't know. I really don't."

She just lowered her head to the floor and sighed.

"Get something for me?"

"What?"

"You are going shopping, right? Get something for me?"

I smiled. Just like a woman. I halfway suspected that she was missing 
going shopping more than bothered about being hog-tied, naked for 
hours. She wiggled one of her bound bare feet.

"We'll see."

I stroked her face and then rose to my feet. She craned her neck 
trying to follow my movement. Gave up and just looked at the carpet 
beneath her.

I ushered Jane and Christi out of the room. I glanced back at 
Elizabeth. I couldn't imagine what she must feel like. So helpless. 
But yet so beautiful. Sheila. The same. More comfortable. But bruised 
to hell and back. Still beautiful in the ropes that held her body.

I heard Elizabeth begin to talk to Sheila, "Well, Sheila, it looks 
like we're going to be here for a while. Lucky us. May as well get to 
know each other. We've slept together after all ..." her voice 
beginning to fade out as I moved down the stairs to join Christi and 
Jane kneeling quietly at the foot of the stairs.

I left the girls kneeling in the foyer and stepped into the living 
room. Amy was in her usual position. Lying on her back on the sofa, 
eyes closed, headphones playing. I walked over to the stereo and 
flipped off the amplifier. Her eyes popped open as her music died. She 
sat up and took the headphones off her ears.

"Free time over?"

I nodded.

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Do I get the pleasure of going shopping, or the pleasure of your 
ropes?"

"Maybe both."

I pressed the CD eject button. Lifted the small circle of light. Enya. 
I switched off the unit, the red numbers fading into oblivion.

"Yeah. I broke down. Listened to it."

"Tired of Twisted Sister?"

She made a face. "AC/DC. There's a bit of a difference. By the way, 
that Enya stuff is pretty good. I didn't think I'd like it."

"Wait until I tie you down and force you to listen to Country and 
Western."

"Oh God. Please no. I'll do anything to avoid that torture."

"I hear you. I don't think I'm that cruel. Perhaps if you try and run 
again. Now there's incentive to be good. Hands behind you."

She took a deep breath but moved her hands to behind her back. I moved 
over to her and she twisted to allow me access to her wrists. I 
slipped a pair of handcuffs onto her and she gasped as the cold metal 
touched her skin. She didn't protest as I'd expected. Just sat quietly 
on the sofa, legs together, waiting for my next instruction.

"Feet."

She lifted her bare feet, carefully holding them together. I looked at 
her puzzled, finally realizing that she'd mistaken the order. Thought 
I was going to cuff or tie her ankles as well.

"No. To your feet. Stand up."

She flushed, and lowered her legs. She stood up. I guided her to the 
front foyer where Jane and Christi were still waiting on their knees.

I spoke to them. "Hands behind you. Same as Amy."

They rose to their bare feet and allowed me to handcuff them all. No 
protests.

I opened the front door and they followed me out to the front porch. I 
admired their bare bodies as they moved outside. The sun reflecting 
off of them. Still sparkling from their shower. I shrugged and left 
the front door wide open. Who was going to break in? Find the two nude 
beauties bound up for my pleasure in there? It kind of felt odd 
walking away from the house, leaving it unlocked. Unprotected. 
Especially knowing what the house contained. Specifically Elizabeth 
and Sheila. But I suppose that it was one of the side benefits of this 
timeline. Not much crime beyond whatever mayhem I managed to cause.

"Okay, girls. Lead on to the nearest mall. Drug store. That sort of 
thing."

Jane turned to me. "Sir? We don't really know the area. We don't know 
where the nearest mall is."

"Well, I guess we will just wander around until we find one. It's not 
like we are short on time or daylight."

She swallowed. "One more thing?" I nodded to her. I might indulge her. 
"Can your slaves walk on the grass? Please? It's so much easier on the 
feet than asphalt. Have you ever walked on pavement in bare feet?"

"I have half a mind to have you crawl."

He face clouded. Frightened. Not sure what they'd done to inspire my 
wrath, and afraid that her tongue was about to get them all in 
trouble. She just begged. Hoping that would appease me.

"Please. Master. Don't make us crawl. We'll gladly walk on the 
pavement if you want us to. I was just asking, in case you didn't 
care. Please. Please don't punish us," the suddenly frightened girl's 
voice fell to a whisper at the end of her plea.

"You may walk on the grass for now."

Her face brightened a little. Realizing that I was just tormenting her 
a little. She thought for a second and managed to organize her speech.

"This slave. Thanks you."

She scampered over to Amy and Christi who were just waiting silently 
up ahead. I couldn't hear her voice as she whispered to them, but they 
had a worried look on their faces, probably as Jane related my mood, 
and then a little happier when told that they could walk on the softer 
grass.

I caught up to the bare girls. "You want to be out here all day?" I 
asked them.

Jane swallowed and answered for them. "No sir." And the girls began to 
walk, moving off to the side into the green grass. I walked about five 
paces behind them. Admiring the view. Just enjoying the way their 
bodies moved. The way the steel cuffs jingled softly against their 
skin. Watching their bare female feet, painted toenails, whisking 
through the dewy grass. Aware of my presence, the girls didn't chatter 
much. Just raising their faces and enjoying the morning sun as we 
walked. Almost ignoring me.

About an half hour later, Jane spoke again to me. "How about that 
one?" She indicated a shopping complex with a nod of her head. It 
looked fine to me. Didn't look too crowded, but by the advertising 
signs outside appeared to have most of the types of stores I wanted.

Our small group walked in that direction. The girls wincing as their 
feet struck the pavement of the parking lot. It had been a long time 
since I'd had any of them in such a public place. I could almost sense 
as their discomfort grew. Feeling their nudity, bordering on 
exhibitionism. But not being able to do anything as we slowly made our 
way past men and women, wheeling shopping carts, baby carriages and 
high school kids cutting class.

I had to open the door and hold it for the girls, their hands not 
being particularly useful still cuffed behind them. The bare girls and 
I filed inside. We had to let our eyes adjust to the darker interior 
of the mall. It was a standard strip mall. One floor. A multitude of 
specialty shops. Shoe repair. Fabric places. Women clothing. A grocery 
store near one end. A video store. Jewelry shops.

Jane was the first the speak. Braver than the rest. As usual.

"M-master? Can this slave ask what we are shopping for?"

"You want to eat, don't you?"

"Yes sir."

"I thought we'd grab some food before the kind Mayers run out of the 
basics. And I thought that we might do a little other shopping."

"For other women?"

I smiled. Perceptive. As always. "Perhaps. But I think we ought to get 
the food first. What do you think?"

Jane silently nodded. Her bravery run out.

I herded the bound girls towards the far end of the mall. Dodging the 
odd pedestrian. The mall wasn't particularly crowded at this time in 
the morning. I took note of some of the shoppers. Families. A couple 
of late high school girls caught my eye. Frozen talking to one another 
as they strode down the hall. A young mother, wheeling her infant in a 
carriage. Talking to it, by the look of things. A family. Boy. Girl. 
Mother and father. Almost looked like tourists. A clerk in a jewelry 
shop caught my eye. Blonde. Athletic looking.

I listened to my charges' bare feet against the tile as they walked 
down towards the grocery store.

The girls stopped in front of the entrance door. Helplessly looking at 
the automatic door.

"Come on. We don't have all day. Get in there." I admonished them.

Christi looked at me. "Sir? But the doors are automatic. They aren't 
opening."

"I don't want to hear any excuses. Get in there."

Her eyes welled up with tears and she walked towards me instead of the 
doors.

"Please," she whispered. Really frightened by my sudden change of 
mood. "You know we can't get in without help." She gently rubbed her 
bare breasts against my arm. I reacted. Of course, I reacted. "Please. 
If you are looking for someone to punish, you know you don't need a 
reason. You can punish us anytime. For anything you deem fit. Please. 
You don't need to torment us with this." Her eyes were the perfect 
vision of helplessness and frustration.

I gently moved her away from me. Tears still falling silently down her 
cheeks. Her hands moving ineffectually behind her, wanting to brush 
the tears away, but unable. Amy and Jane were standing by the door, 
looking frightened and helpless.

I let them wait there for a few moments and then released the auto 
doors from the time block. The heat sensor sprang to life, sensing the 
warm girls standing in front of it. The doors slid open.

Relief flashed across the women's faces as they realized that 
punishment, whatever I was planning for them, had been staved off for 
little while at least.


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