Time Out Of Time - Chapter 71 (Mf+, bdsm, exh, nc) [71/??]


I just sat up on the bed and gazed at the new girl. Her eyes were 
lowered and she just knelt quietly and suffered my scrutiny.

Finally, she spoke softly, "Sir, you aren't going to hurt me are you?" 
She sounded so forlorn. So resigned to her fate.

"Sheila, honey. I'm not going to hurt you. I promise."

"Wh-what should I call you?"

"I'm not sure. Sir? Master? Hey you?"

I actually saw a smile play along her lips. I could still see a faint 
red hand print embedded on her right cheek where she'd been slapped 
earlier. It distorted a bit when she struggled to control the smile.

"You don't have a name?"

"Nope. I'm nameless."

"A shadow in the dark? I think I'll stick with Sir or Master. I get the 
feeling 'Hey you' will probably get me in trouble."

She was finally looking up at me. Her defenses were beginning to 
crumble. I was being careful to be kind to her. She was actually on the 
verge of a smile. In her position I doubted if I'd ever smile. I nodded 
to her.

"Sheila? I have to admit that you are a sight to see kneeling there,
but 
why don't you come up here? It's more comfortable."

Her eyes betrayed her fear. "If you don't mind, I'd rather stay here." 
Still afraid of rape, I'd wager. She simply didn't want to come up on 
the bed with me there. Even if it was infinitely more comfortable than 
being on her knees on the floor.

"Sheila. Sweetheart. I'm not going to hurt you. I promise. I won't even 
touch you." I slid down to the foot of the bed and leaned back against 
the foot board. Giving up my spot for the naked female.

The girl warily got to her bare feet and hesitantly walked to the bed 
and sat down. Sighing as her bare body sank into the bed.

"Comfortable. Isn't it?"

She nodded. She hitched herself up onto the bed, pulling her bare legs 
up onto the coverlet and relaxing back into the pillows. Her bare legs 
and feet lying alongside mine, legs together modestly.

"You know. I wasn't even allowed in this room. Gertrude cleaned it 
herself. Very private woman. This is the first time I've ever even seen 
it."

I thought of Gertrude on display tied to an oak tree in the backyard in 
her nightgown and smiled. Private, huh? Sheila didn't miss my quick 
smile.

"Something funny?" she asked.

"Just thinking of someone. Relax. You hungry?"

Her eyes darted to the food on the night stand. Her eyes rested briefly 
on the handcuffs, but she finally tore them away to gaze at me. She 
shook her head. I wasn't too surprised that she wasn't hungry.

"I want you to eat something eventually." I paused. "Sheila. Honey. I 
have to handcuff you."

"I know. I'm used to it." Resigned.

"I won't tighten them. They won't hurt."

The girl fought back tears but raised her right wrist. I got off the
bed 
and wrapped the steel around her slender wrist. This was the most I'd 
touched the girl since I'd met her. Her wrist had faint marks on it. 
Perhaps the remnants of bruises from a particularly cruel or tight 
binding. I closed the cuff carefully and locked it, tested it to make 
sure she couldn't slip her hand out from the loose steel and clipped
the 
other end around the bedpost. She let out an involuntary whimper but 
suffered the indignity mostly in silence. Her mind was probably rushing 
around to other horrors that had happened to her while she was helpless 
and nude; things that weren't going to happen to her this time.

I pulled one of the decorative desk chairs over to the bedside and sat 
down facing her. She just looked at me waiting.

"Sheila, I know this is hard for you. I hope Jane and Christi helped
you 
understand what is going on."

She bit her lip and nodded. "They were wonderful. I feel so much
better. 
I really do. And that shower they gave me. I feel. Cleaner. I think I 
would have gone nuts if it wasn't for them."

I was actually surprised that she hadn't felt a little uncomfortable 
around the other girls. I mean, they had taken a shower together. A 
little much for a first date, I would have thought. But the girl was a 
bit of an enigma. Who knows what she'd been forced to do. Showering
with 
a couple of people of her own sex was probably tame compared to some of 
the stuff she'd had to do. Maybe this girl just wasn't shy around other 
women. Maybe she didn't mind being touched and washed by another woman. 
I'd heard that women weren't as paranoid of same gender touching as
men. 
Perhaps, she'd been traumatized into rejecting males. I couldn't blame 
her. Or maybe she was bisexual or lesbian even before being taken by 
Mayer. I supposed that I would have to probe more into this later. It 
might help me understand her. Like I had a hope of understand a female 
anyway, much less a lesbian. But I was curious, there really wasn't any 
real evidence that she was homosexual at all, just my overactive 
imagination.

"Honey. You have to eat. Okay?"

She nodded. She used her free left hand to pick up the glass of milk. 
She downed it in one quick swallow, her throat muscles working at the 
fluid. She put the glass back down and took a deep breath. Her breasts 
rose up as she filled her lungs with air.

"Thirsty?" I asked, surprised at how fast she drank it.

"Like a desert. Abuse makes you thirsty, don't you know?" She flashed
me 
a brief smile.

I smiled back at her and watched her pick up the sandwich and nibble at 
it.

"I'm going to let you sleep after you eat. You must be tired."

"And achy," she replied around small bites. "Please. Sir. Master. I.
I'm 
not really hungry."

"Eat half then. You'll be hungry when you wake. You can eat the rest 
then."

She continued to eat the half sandwich in her left hand as she was
told. 
Shortly she finished, but it looked like she almost had to force
herself 
to eat. She licked at her finger tips and then lowered her hand to rest 
easily on her bare belly. I watched as she experimentally probed the 
discoloured area of her side with her fingers. She winced and let her 
hand fall back to her stomach. That was going to be one hell of a
bruise 
she was going to be sporting for the next few days.

"Why are you doing this?"

"What?" I was confused by her question. Could have meant any number of 
things.

"Why are you keeping me? What are you planning to do with me?"

"Sweetheart. Even I don't know the answer to that."

"You are going to hurt me as well, aren't you?"

"Not like that animal that was keeping you before. And I will let you 
go."

"When?"

"I don't know. You won't remember any of this when you return."

"So they tell me. Then what's the point?"

"*I* will remember. Problem with you is that I'm going to be returning 
you back to something worse than this reality. I feel bad about 
returning you. The others are going back to a better place."

"Please. Don't send me back. You can do whatever you please to me, but
I 
can't go back." She'd made a similar deal with Mayer. But I doubt if 
that occurred to her. She seemed genuinely afraid of Mayer. 
Understandably.

"Honey, I have to. Eventually. But, I swear, I'll find some way to get 
you out of this when I get back to the main timeline. I'll make sure 
that bastard pays for what he's done to you."

Sheila swallowed heavily. Fighting back tears. "O-okay. You aren't
going 
to hurt me as much as he did are you?"

"No honey. I'm not. Right now, I'm just trying to take care of you. Not 
hurt you. You've been through quite enough for the last couple of
months 
by the sound of it."

"Jane told me. She told me that you could be kind."

"Jane is a good woman. Strong. Like you. Smart."

"You actually respect them in some ways. Don't you?"

"Yeah." I nodded. "Honey, you have to get some sleep."

She hitched herself back down the bed. Extending her right arm to 
accommodate the handcuff, lying her blonde head down on her extended 
arm. She had turned on her side and drawn up one leg. She looked almost 
comfortable despite the restraint on her right hand. She closed her 
eyes.

"You don't have to handcuff me, you know. At first I was horrified that 
I was moving from one monster to another. God, how I cried. But if the 
girls are telling the truth, at least you aren't as bad as that other 
asshole. And I'm not going to run. Jane told me that you actually kept 
your word. If I obeyed I wouldn't be punished. Mayer, that fucking 
bastard, would force me to obey. Usually with promises that I wouldn't 
be punished. And then kick the hell out of me anyway. Please. You don't 
have to keep me bound. I'm not going anywhere. I can't."

"I know, sweetheart. I know. It's just a safety and decorative thing.
At 
least for now. It shouldn't hurt too much."

"It doesn't. It's better than what Mayer made me sleep in."

"Get some sleep. Try to rest."

"I will. And thank-you." I turned to look at her naked, reclining 
figure. Puzzled. "For getting me away from him. And being nice to me," 
she continued. "Even if you couldn't let me go."

I bent down and kissed her forehead. She didn't flinch at all, but 
merely closed her eyes again. I walked to the door and touched the
light 
switch. The room fell into a semi-darkened state. I could see her body 
moving rhythmically with her breathing and I softly shut the door
behind 
me. Allowing her to sleep off the horror and abuse of the morning.

I walked swiftly back downstairs. I checked in on the girls again. Amy 
was still quietly listening to her music. Elizabeth was still reading 
Dickens. Christi had picked back up the Stephen King/Peter Straub
novel. 
I found Jane lying back in the sun, delicately eating the last of her 
sandwich. She looked up as I approached.

"The sandwich was good."

"You should tell Elizabeth."

"I will."

I sat there watching the bare girl for a moment. "What are you 
thinking?" I asked her.

"I was just thinking about Sheila. And what she had to go through. What 
she still has to go through when you return her."

"I know. Scary ain't it?"

"You aren't ever going to treat us like that are you?"

"No. Why?"

Tears formed in her eyes. She willed them away. "I couldn't handle
that. 
She shouldn't be sane. That went beyond cruel, what that asshole did to 
her. At least when you are hurting me, I can rationalize. Some day it 
will be over and I will forget about it completely and continue to live 
my life as though none of it ever happened. She doesn't have that 
option."

"Maybe she's not sane."

"She is. Tired. Battered. Frightened. Terrorized. But she somehow 
retained her sanity. That guy was going to kill her you know. Still is, 
I guess."

"The thought had crossed my mind. Janey, I'll take care of it. When I 
restart the world. That bastard is going to be 'discovered'. Don't you 
worry your pretty little head. Sheila will be okay. Here and there."

Jane blushed. "Why'd you come down here?"

"Couple of reasons."

"Torment time for the rest of us?"

"Not yet. I came down here because I wanted to talk."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. And you talked to me. The others are engrossed in books. And 
music."

"You could have forced them to talk."

"Not the same."

"Why else? You want sex?"

I was surprised. "You offering?"

"If you want. You know I will. Don't have much choice."

I shook my head. "'fraid not now. Not in the mood."

"I thought guys were always in the mood."

I just looked at her.

"Might help you take the edge off this," she remarked. She idly arched 
her back, thrusting her bare breasts out towards me. This woman was
full 
of surprises. I felt myself react to her offer, but this wasn't the 
time. Later perhaps.

I shook my head. "We've got to deal with our elderly cook out in the 
kitchen. And then I have to have a little chat with our judge."

Jane nodded. "I don't believe that you are choosing Polly over me." She 
smiled mischievously. "I'll help with our cook. You realize that you
are 
going to give her a heart attack if you unfreeze her. I'm assuming that 
you want her out in the backyard as well."

I smiled. "How the hell am I going to unfreeze her without giving her 
heart failure?" I touched Jane's arm. She picked up her plate and glass 
in her bound hands and carried them back to the kitchen.

We entered the kitchen and Jane dropped the plate and glass into the 
sink. We both regarded Polly. Still oblivious to the people around her. 
The nude girls moving in and out. The sex. That was going to change for 
her unfortunately.

I reached down and released Jane's hands from her restraints. I sent
her 
off to get some rope to deal with our cook. Poor old woman. I felt
sorry 
for her, but I had to move her out of the way. And to do that I had to 
slip her into a different timeline. Ours. I'd try and make it as 
painless as possible for her.

I guess it had to be done. Soon she'd be obliviously in a slower time 
frame and out of all this. I sat on one of the kitchen chairs. I pulled 
the gun out of the waistband of my jeans and lay it on the table. I 
concentrated, freeing the elderly lady from the time freeze. She began 
to pour the tea which she'd been doing when I froze the world. Her back 
was still to me.

I let her finish pouring the tea, not wanting to startle her while she 
was holding the hot liquid. When she put the teapot down, I spoke to 
her, "Polly?"

She whirled around. Far faster than I'd expected. Her accent was 
distinctly English, "And who the 'ell might ye be?" Her eyes found the 
gun lying on the table immediately. "Aye. Come in to rob the place,
eh?" 
She laughed. "The Judge will love 'at. 'fraid that I don't 'ave naught 
but tea for the likes of you."

No fear. Her calm demeanor surprised me into laughing.

"Polly. My dear. I'm not here to rob you."

"Aye lad. What else you need one of them popguns for? Silly man."

Just then Jane waltzed through the kitchen door. Obviously not aware 
that I was going to unfreeze the old woman without her here.

"I got them, Master!" she announced jovially. "Oh shit," she continued 
as she saw the old cook standing there. Polly's jaw had just about 
dropped to the floor as this naked teenager just walked in like there 
was nothing unusual about being unclothed in her kitchen.

In amusement, I watched as Polly's eyes rolled back. Her hand flew to 
her breast and she exclaimed a quick, "My word." She promptly began to 
sway. Jane dropped the rope and scampered to the tottering old woman.
As 
she fainted, Jane just reached her and had real trouble lowering the 
bigger woman to the floor. I just sat and watched, unable to react 
quickly enough to help.

"Ooof." Jane grunted as the woman was laid out on the floor. "Couldn't 
wait could you? She weighs a ton. A ton and a half. Way to avoid heart 
failure."

"Your fault."

"My fault????" Jane looked at me. Completely incredulous.

"Yeah, I was having a nice conversation with the nice old woman and you 
barge in like you own the place. All naked and all. Make her faint."

Jane gave me a dirty look but checked the woman. Loosened the collar on 
her uniform. Jane breathed a sigh of relief. Just a faint. Not heart 
failure.

"Like I had a choice," Jane remarked as she worked.

"Come on, what's done is done." I got up and wandered over to where
Jane 
was. "You take her feet. I'll get her arms." Jane moved around to where 
she was told gripping the woman's ankles.

Together we struggled with the woman, dragging her out the door and to 
the nearest tree outside. I sat her up with her back against the tree.
I 
relaxed in the grass as Jane carefully bound the helpless woman to the 
tree.

"Not too tight. Doesn't have to be," I instructed Jane.

"I know."

"God she was heavy."

"I told you that," Jane said smirking.

The woman stirred just as Jane was forming the last knot.

"Wh-what?" she began.

I concentrated and she slipped into a different time phase with 
Gertrude. They could interact there. At least they had company. Though 
it wouldn't be for long. Even if I kept them here a week, they'd only 
have time for maybe few sentences. They were moving that slow. I hardly 
had to take the precaution of binding them at all.

Jane just looked at me. "That is just so amazing. I'd be really 
impressed if you used it for the common good, instead of for enslaving 
me."

I smiled at her as we walked back into the house, Jane's bare feet 
making a slight trail through the grass in front of me.