Time Out Of Time - Chapter 68 (Mf+, bdsm, exh, nc) [68/??]


The girl was still lying on the carpet quietly weeping. Her head covered in
bloody caesar and cum cradled in her arms. She sobbed, not realizing that the
world had changed for her again. I could see her whole body shaking with her
distress.

My running shoes were soundless on the carpet. I was right beside her prone
figure before she realized that someone was there. She didn't even look up.

"Please no more," she moaned.

I gently touched her shoulder. She raised her head and looked up at me. She
screamed and scrabbled away across the carpet sideways like a crab. Fear radiant
on her face. She moved away until she backed into a wall. She drew up her nyloned
knees, hugged herself and just watched me out of fearful eyes.

"Wh-who are you? H-he didn't give me to someone else again. Did he? Please don't
hurt me? I have to clean up the carpet first. Please." Her breathing was really
ragged. I wasn't surprised.

"I'm not going to hurt you."

"Wh-Who are you, then?" Her eyes darted to the frozen Mayer. "Wh-What happened?
Wh-Why i-isn't he moving? Please."

"Is Sheila your name? Your real name?" It could have been a play name for all I
knew. Though I was pretty sure that Gertrude had hollered for Sheila as I took
her. At the time, I thought it was the cook.

She nodded.

"Sheila. I want you to calm down. Okay? I promise I won't hurt you." The
frightened girl just nodded. "I just want to talk to you for a minute. Okay?" She
nodded again. "You'll talk to me? I'll stay over here if you like." Again she
nodded.

"Do you mind if I sit over here?" I indicated the chair that Mayer had tortured
her from. She shook her head and then looked down at herself and realized that
her panties were still around her knees and her right breast was poking out from
the flimsy uniform that she had on. She swallowed and used her gloved hands to
pull back on her panties, returning them to her hips. Watching me out of the
corner of her eye, she carefully and slowly tucked her breast back into the
bodice of the uniform. Tears were still coursing down her dirty face. I recalled
the beauty that was hiding under all that clamato and tears.

"Wh-who are you?" she finally asked me.

"I really don't know anymore."

She accepted that. "What have you done with him? How'd you get in here? Did he
let you in?" She had indicated the semi-frozen Mayer with a quick jerk of her
head. She had tucked herself back up into a ball against the wall. She was deeply
afraid. I suspect of Mayer, but also of me. She thought that I was a friend of
the judge.

"Sheila. I just stumbled in here. I swear it."

"But he keeps it locked when he's 'playing' or 'working'. I don't understand."

"Sheila. I'm not sure you can understand. But *I* froze him. The whole world is
frozen except us." I stretched the truth a bit. Sheila would meet the rest of the
girls eventually, but not now. Not until she was calmer.

She just shook her head.

"Sheila. Will you come over here? I won't hurt you."

She again shook her head. I could have forced her, but I was suspecting that she
was in a very fragile state of mind at the moment. Frightened badly and in pain.
I'm not sure I'd be overly cooperative after I'd been beaten senseless and raped
either. I decided to find out what the hell was going on before I began to assert
myself.

"Okay. That's fine. Will you talk to me?"

"I guess," she mumbled.

"What is going on here? I saw that little display out here from the closet. He
was knocking you around a lot."

She glanced at the frozen Mayer and pressed her lips together. Her eyes began to
brim with tears again. She hugged her knees and rocked herself.

"Sheila. Listen to me. Are you here willingly? Do you enjoy this treatment?" I
had to know whether I was dealing with consentual, albeit really rough, sex or
abuse and rape here. I would have put money on abuse and rape.

Sheila slowly looked up at me. Her eyes blazing. "You think that I like being
treating this way?" Anger was beginning to creep into her voice. "You think I
like being kicked around?"

"Sheila. Please. Calm down. I don't think anything. Honestly. You have to
understand I just watched some bizarre stuff, and I know some people like abuse.
B&D. S&M. That sort of thing. I just want to know if that was the case here. It
matters on how I'm going to treat this guy when I unfreeze him."

"You're going to unfreeze him?"

"Eventually. But he can't hear us now. And I won't be telling him anything that
we talk about. I swear it."

"Oh God. Please don't unfreeze him. Are you a cop?" Hopeful.

I shook my head. Her face registered confusion. "He can't hear us?"

"No."

"Oh God. No. I hate him. I'm not here because I like it. I swear it."

"Then what the hell is going on?"

"You'll help me?"

"Sheila. This is a very weird situation. I'm not sure what your definition of
help is. But you have to tell me what is going on. Will you let me show you
something?"

"What?" Suspicious.

I got up out of the chair and walked to the window. I opened the curtains and
Sheila squinted in the sudden brightness. I walked away from the window and sat
back down. A safe distance away.

"Go to the window. Look out."

Sheila glanced at Mayer. Still frozen. Glanced at me. I was doing my best to be
non-threatening. She slowly got to her feet. Wincing. Probably at the pain in her
side. She kicked off her remaining shoe and padded in her stockings to the
window. She looked out.

"What am I supposed to see?"

I could see some of the tree tops from the chair if I twisted around a bit.

"Look at the trees."

"Yeah. So?"

"Are they moving?"

"No. So what? There isn't any wind."

"Actually there is." I concentrated on the trees. Gave them a time bubble. They
suddenly jumped to life. The breeze moving branches and leaves. I released the
time bubbles and the trees stopped again. "I controlled that. Same way that I
control the judge here."

She turned around and looked at me.

"Sheila. This is going to be really hard for you to comprehend. Okay? But we are
the only two people up and about on the planet. So in a way, yes, I'm going to
free you from this bozo here."

"Oh thank god," she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sheila. What is the situation here? I swear I won't tell anyone."

She sank back to the floor. Hugging her knees again. Shoeless. I watched a war
fight itself inside her head. Not sure what her internal daemons were but I could
imagine that they weren't much fun. Finally she licked her lips, making a
decision.

"That son-of-a-bitch blackmailed me. Three years ago." It sounded like she'd
wanted to tell someone this a long time and it came tumbling out of her mouth
like water flowing down a mountain. "He actually was a judge back then. He's
retired now. Anyway, my stupid brother got nailed for armed robbery. Guilty as
sin. I knew it. Judge knew it. But he was only a kid. I knew the judge's wife.
Gertrude. Through the church. I begged her to try and get Evan to go easy on my
brother. She agreed to try. She'd known Robby since he was a kid as well. I get a
call from the judge the next day telling me that it would cost him his bench if
he messed with the court and that he couldn't do it. I begged. I promised him
anything. I just didn't know that anything was this." She spread her arms out,
indicating the room. "I couldn't see my brother going to jail. He couldn't handle
it. Finally the judge relented. And true to his word my brother walked. Kept out
of trouble too." Tears were beginning to roll down her face. Tracing through the
grime.

"The next week I get a call from the judge politely inviting me into a new
position. A maid in his household. Obviously, I tried everything not to do this.
It would mean giving up a very good job at IBM. Finally I convinced him that I'd
help part-time. And I did. It was a bit degrading to do the housework for them,
especially since they didn't pay me. But Gertrude was kind to me and seemed to
appreciate the help. Finally he demanded that I quit my other job to become a
full time maid. He swore that he was a couple months from retirement anyway, and
that he'd squeal on the deal and that my brother would get retried. Not having
any choice I quit and became the full time maid around here. The first couple of
weeks it was alright. But then one night I found him standing in my room. Telling
me that I still had to work off the debt. At first it was just sex. Then the
kinky stuff about three months ago. Christ. Videos. Snapshots. I couldn't get
away if I tried. He threatened to send it to my *parents* and friends. I didn't
even know what was in this room until three months ago. At first he just got off
tying me up. Then the bondage got tighter. And longer. And then he. He. Began to
h-hit me. Nowhere it would show. But it was for nothing. For nothing. I didn't do
anything to deserve this. Oh God. It hurts. I hate him."

At this point she just broke down crying. Her gloved hands pressing against her
side. Sobbing.

I sat back in the chair, unsure what to do. I hated him too. This was real life.
Real time. Sheila was going to have to live with this for the rest of her life. I
couldn't do a thing about that. I mentally made a note that when I did restart
the world to ensure that this asshole got caught somehow. An anonymous tip or
something. For now though I could make things a little righter. At least in this
timeline. I didn't fail to see the irony. Here I was fully planning on making her
a slave as well. I'd already abused women beyond comprehension. Especially Jane.
And I hurt them. Perhaps I really wasn't much better than this prick. Difference
was I knew that the girls would never remember. This guy was doing this as a
hobby in real time. Sheila would never forget him. I had to tell Sheila the truth
about me though. Otherwise things were going to go off track quickly.

"Sheila? Sweetheart?" She looked up at me with bleary eyes. "Will you stay here a
moment? Not move? I'll be right back. I swear it."

She nodded. To be safe I narrowed her time bubble and she slipped into a time
phase with Mayer. She wouldn't be in the same time phase with him long enough to
interact.

I used the key and left the door open. I slowly made my way downstairs glancing
through the rooms. Amy was relaxing in the front room. Eyes closed. Cuffed hands
lying on her bare stomach. Headphones on. Bare body slowly moving to some unheard
music. Listening to something slow on the stereo. Elizabeth looked up from her
book as I entered the library. A Tale of Two Cities. I raised my eyebrows and she
just smiled. Turning pages two handed, forced by the cuffs. Like a child.

I glanced around and spotted Christi lounging in a leather chair. Holding a
Stephen King paperback.

"Christi?" She looked up.

"Break over?"

"Kind of. I've got a really strange situation here and I need your help. And
Jane's. Know where she is?"

"Dining room, I think. What's happening?" She could tell that something was
unusual by my tone. This wasn't a call to torment her again. Instinctively she
just knew. She was serious, not her usual sarcastic self.

"I'll explain it to both of you. Don't want say this twice."

Christi rose from the chair, her robe twirling around her. She placed the book
down on the chair to hold her place.

"Whatcha reading?"

"Talisman. Same one that you let me read when you took Jane. Remember?"

"I don't remember. Any good?" I didn't think that I had even asked what she was
reading when I left her alone in the bookstore. Not important.

"Amazing. What's up?"

We arrived in the dining room. At first I didn't see Jane. Then Christi pointed
with her bound hands. Jane was stretched out like a cat in the bay window. Her
robe open. Letting the morning sun beat down on her bare body. Fast asleep. My
kitten.

I wandered over to her. Shame to wake her. But I really needed her. I gently
shook her. She mumbled something.

"Urg. Not yet, Mom. Too early for school."

I just shook her again. This time her eyes fluttered open and she sighed.

"You've come to torment me again. Haven't you?"

"Nope. But I need your help. Okay?"

"What can I do for you?"

I sat backward on one of the dining room chairs. Jane simply sat up on her perch
and Christi stood barefoot on the carpet.

"This is a very weird situation. Even I can't believe this one. I'm going to give
you the short version. Our host, at least the male side of it, is a former
judge." The girls nodded. "Problem is. He's worse than me. In real time." Jane
and Christi both had looks of confusion on their face.

"I found a locked room upstairs. Our host likes to play with women. Rougher even
than I do. And he doesn't control time so this woman is going to remember all of
it."

Jane piped up. "What does he do? Kill them?" She was being flippant.

I glared at her. She hadn't seen the display I had.

"Shush. The maid here has been abused by this guy for at least three months."

Christi went pale as the implications sunk in. She at least knew that she'd
forget about this place as if it never happened. "What did he do to her?" she
whispered.

"I just watched him put her through the wringer. Stuff I wouldn't even dream of
doing to you unless you really really pissed me off. And even then I'd think
twice about it. And even if I did do it to you, you wouldn't be traumatized for
life from it. You won't remember it when you go back."

The girls just nodded together.

Jane spoke up. "What are you going to do?"

"When I restart the world, I'll take care of it in real time. For now, there
isn't much I can do."

Christi looked up at me. A strange glow graced her eyes. She softly remarked,
"You could let me and this girl at him for a while."

I nodded. "Actually, that's exactly what I had in mind. But, my problem now is
that I need you two to explain our situation to this girl. I really don't want to
frighten or hurt her any more than she already is. On the other hand I want her
while we stay here. But I'm afraid that a less subtle approach might end up with
her in hysterics and completely unmanageable. She knows that I can freeze things,
but she isn't in the frame of mind to understand. She's hurt."

Jane looked at me shrewdly. "So you want us to help you snag yet another victim?"

I nodded.

"What's in it for us?"

"I don't whip your breasts until you pass out. Plus, as a bonus, you don't revoke
on your deal to do anything for me."

"That sounds fair." Jane shuddered and paled a little. "This guy did worse than
whip her breasts? Glad I'm not *his* captive."

"If you're not careful I might give you to him." I was only joking with her.
"Wrists."

The girls obediently raised their wrists. I removed the cuffs from them and they
stood rubbing them idly. I held out my hands. "Robes."

The girls gave me a hurt look, but shrugged out of them and handed them to me.
Glorious in their nakedness.

Jane braved the question. "Why?"

"I just thought it would be better if you were naked when you talked to her. If
you are good, I'll let you have them back later. Okay?"

The girls nodded. I crooked my finger and the bare women followed me up the
stairs. Jane yawned.

I took them to the room and their eyes widened as they saw the red stains.
Probably thinking it was blood. I didn't doubt that this character was into blood
play. However the stains weren't blood and I told the girls so.

"Calm down. It isn't blood. Just a spilled drink. That's her in the corner."
Sheila was still huddled in the corner. Semi-frozen. "Do either one of you know
first aid?"

Christi piped up. "A little."

"Good. I don't know what went on before I arrived, but while I was watching he
kicked her in the side twice, once in the stomach. While she was bound. He
slapped her hard enough to make her fall. In the face. I'm surprised she wasn't
spitting teeth. Or knocked out. Okay? He orally raped her as well. She's been
through a lot. I've talked to her. She's pretty calm, though you may surprise
her. I think she needs another woman to talk to. You think you two can do it?"

Christi took a deep breath. "God. I hope so. You're right. This guy is a real
animal. I wouldn't put him in the same category with you. Brutal."

"Can you check her ribs? She'll have bruises like you wouldn't believe on her
left side. I just want to make sure that she didn't crack a rib or something."

"I'll try. You're serious. He kicked her that hard? And we didn't hear it?"

"I don't know why he kicked her that hard nor why you didn't hear it. Maybe the
room is soundproofed or something. She was gagged when he kicked her. She
couldn't make a lot of noise anyway. I should have stopped it earlier." I felt
guilty as hell that I'd let her suffer through that.

I wandered back and sat back in the chair. Turned it to face the huddling frozen
girl. I sent Christi and Jane in the hall out of sight.

I unfroze her. To her it would have just looked like my chair had twisted a bit
suddenly.

"Sheila?" I asked softly. I leaned forward on my knees towards her. She turned
back to the sound on my voice. "I lied to you a bit. There are other people
around. I want you to meet a couple. Okay?"

"Like this?" She looked down at herself. "Please no."

"Believe me. You won't be uncomfortable around them." I raised my voice a bit.
"Christi? Jane?"

The two nude beauties walked slowly into the room. Sheila's eyes widened.
Frightened again. Christi couldn't help herself any longer. She advanced quickly
on her bare feet. Fairly running across the room. Grimacing as she stepped across
the wet carpet. Christi dropped to her knees beside the shuddering girl and
gathered her into her arms. Sheila just melted against Christi slowly crying and
rocking. Really needing the comfort. Christi's eyes brimmed as well. Whether in
sympathy with the girl, or just at the situation in general, I don't know. The
girls stayed like that for a while. Just comforting each other. Jane had slipped
to her bare knees beside them. Just silently lending her female presence and
support. It seemed like enough. I watched as Christi whispered comfort to the
girl and softly kissed her hair. Closing her eyes. Not believing what some women
had to go through. Christi was getting the clamato and other fluids smeared over
her bare body as well. Just from holding the crying girl. Christi didn't appear
to even notice or mind.

I walked over to Jane and drew her away from the other two. I whispered in her
ear. "Listen. I think you two can do better without me around. That okay?"

Jane turned her head and whispered back. "We'll do what we can. God. She's a
mess."

"Let her use the main bathroom. First door after the stairs. You and Christi can
use it as well. You might need it." I glanced at Christi's smeared body.

"Give us some time. She's really hurt."

"I know."

"You won't consider letting her go?"

I shook my head.

Resigned Jane nodded. "We'll get her ready. But she's going to need sleep and no
abuse until after she sleeps or you won't be able to keep her. I don't believe
I'm helping you. You're such a bastard."

I stroked Jane's hair and kissed the top of her head. "I know."