Time Out Of Time - Chapter 74 (Mf+, bdsm, exh, nc) [74/??]

Elizabeth's eyes widened as Amy and I walked into the kitchen. Amy was holding
Autumn, still sleeping in her arms. I considered how best to proceed.

"Amy?" I addressed the nude girl softly. "Why don't you wait out by the stairs
with Autumn. I'll call you when I need you. Try not to wake her."

Amy nodded and padded back out to the foyer, her bare feet whispering on the
tile.

Elizabeth was looking up at me from her chair. "Please. You don't have to do any
of this. Please let me out."

"Elizabeth, darling. This is just pure play time. I'm going to have some fun with
you and Karen here. If you behave and obey, then you don't have to experience any
punishment. After that, we go back to the house and you can do whatever you like.
Honest."

"But the kid. How can you possibly justify that? It will kill her." Meaning
Karen.

"It will frighten her. I have no intention of hurting the child. I'm not a
complete monster."

"I can't make you change your mind? Can I?"

"You have no idea what an appealing picture you present. Naked and tied to that
chair."

She squirmed. "Please. I'm uncomfortable. I'll do whatever you want without the
ropes. I swear it."

"You'd torture this new mother?"

Elizabeth swallowed. "How?"

"You'd whip her breasts? Threaten her child?"

"Oh God. Leave me in the ropes. Please."

"Alright. I'm going to unfreeze Karen. It would be a really bad thing to wake up
the baby. Let's see if we can keep her quiet. Okay?"

I concentrated and released the bare kneeling woman from her time prison. She
snapped to life. Her eyes immediately taking in Elizabeth. Her eyes widened. Fear
and confusion. Whatever she was planning on saying died on her lips.

She finally spoke from her knees. "Wh-what happened?" To her it would have looked
like Elizabeth just appeared, nude and bound to the chair. Quite disconcerting I
would imagine. "Are you some sort of magician? David Copperfield or something?"

Elizabeth spoke up from her chair. "Karen? That's your name, isn't it? Karen?"
The naked woman on the tile just mutely nodded. She looked like she was
fascinated that Elizabeth could even talk. That she wasn't some kind of pretty
doll. "You have to listen to me, Karen. This guy. He's dangerous. He is sort of a
magician. Christ, he sometimes can even tell what you are thinking. You have to
listen to him. Do what he says. Karen. Honey. You are going to think you've gone
to hell. Believe me. He's going to ask you to do things that no sane woman would
do. Please. No matter how insane it sounds. You have to do it. You couldn't
imagine what he's capable of. He'll hurt you. Badly. But please. You have to just
do it. Trust me. It will end. He'll let you go. Your daughter too. Just try and
remember that. Whatever he makes you do. Can you do that Karen?"

Karen spoke softly from the floor to Elizabeth. "Please. My daughter."

Elizabeth spoke from her bonds. "Karen. Honey. You have to do what he says. He's
a monster. Please. He will hurt you and your daughter if you don't do what he
says."

Karen mutely nodded. "I'll do whatever he wants. I swear. Please. Can I see my
daughter? Please?"

I finally spoke up. "Karen. Dear. I am going to let you see your daughter. But I
don't want any funny business. She'll be fine if you behave."

"Oh God. Please. I'll do whatever you want. You can hurt me. You can even rape
me. I don't care. Just don't hurt Autumn. Oh God." The tears began to run down
her face again. Pitifully sobbing. I watched as Elizabeth cringed, afraid of what
I was going to make this woman do for me. I really believed that Karen would do
anything to protect her daughter.

"Amy? Come here a moment." I raised my voice slightly so the girl out by the
stairs could hear me.

I watched as Karen's face registered confusion through her tears. Not realizing
that there was yet another woman in the house with us.

I turned to the entrance of the kitchen as Amy walked gingerly through. She was
cradling the infant against her bare breast. Trying her best not to wake the
child.

Karen closed her eyes as though she was in pain. Perhaps the sight of Amy, a
stranger, nude, cradling her child caused her distress. Not having the control of
the situation to protect her daughter.

Without permission, the nude woman rose to her bare feet and practically ran
across the kitchen. Whispering her daughter's name. She reached for the sleeping
child which was so unaware of the drama taking place around it.

Amy looked at me, seeking permission to let Karen hold her child. I nodded and
Amy carefully passed the sleeping girl to her nude mother. Karen was openly
weeping now. Her tears tracking down her cheeks. Nearly sobbing at the unfairness
of it all. Having to seek someone's permission to hold her own child. Whispering
that it would be all right. Convincing herself. Not understanding.

I walked over to the women. I carefully stroked Karen's long hair and she
shuddered at the touch.

"Karen? You have to let her go. It's best for her. Okay?"

"Please don't do this?" she implored me. "You don't have to do this. You can just
go. Leave me and Autumn. I swear. You can take whatever we have. I won't report
it. I swear to God. I won't."

I actually believed her. If I left her and her daughter alone and took everything
from her. She'd be happy. She actually wouldn't call it in. She wouldn't try and
report it. Not that it would do her any good. But her intention was there. Her
entire world was pressed against her chest. Quietly sleeping.

"Karen. I swear. If you do what you are told, I won't let any harm come to
Autumn. She'll be fine. And if you behave yourself, you'll be fine as well."

"What do you want?" she asked me with trepidation in her voice.

"Right now? I need you to give Autumn back to Amy. That's all. We can't have our
fun if you are holding her. And I really don't want to have to take her away from
you. Might hurt the baby."

Karen gave her daughter one last soft hug and kissed the top of her head. She
closed her eyes, tears still leaking from the corners. She carefully handed her
child back to Amy who held the still sleeping child to her breast.

"Please. Take care of her? While I can't? Please?" Karen pleaded with Amy.

Amy replied as kindly as she could. "I'll take care of her as though she was my
own. I swear it. She won't know any of this." Amy shot me a withering look.
Hating me for doing this to this woman who didn't deserve this worry and pain.

"Karen? Go kneel over there. Okay?"

Through her tears, Karen managed to understand and walked slowly back to the
other side of the kitchen, slowly sinking to her bare knees on the tile. Her eyes
never leaving the child.

I whispered in Amy's ear. "Put her back in the crib and come back here."

"What if she wakes up?" Amy hissed.

"She won't."

Amy nodded. Understanding that I would slow Autumn's time bubble to prevent her
from knowing anything about this horror that her mother was about to go through.
Amy turned carefully and headed back upstairs, still holding the infant to her.

I turned back to the mother who was quietly weeping on her knees on the tile, her
eyes lowered.

"Karen?"

She just continued to cry. I let her for a few minutes. The woman was going to
need to cry more than once.

Elizabeth spoke up from the chair after a few minutes. "M-Master? Can a girl
speak?"

I turned to Elizabeth. "What is it?"

She paled a bit but continued. "Please. I know that it probably won't do any
good. But can I offer myself? I'll do whatever it is you want Karen to do. Let
her go to her daughter. Please? I can't stand to watch this."

I walked over to the bound redhead and looked down at her. I bent and kissed her
forehead. She let me. Hope shining in her eyes. Hope that I'd finally let her
take someone else's pain. That she could feel good about herself; even if the
agony that I inflicted on her was unbearable. Sometimes doing something, even
something unpleasant, was preferable to seeing an innocent suffer.

"Elizabeth. Sweetheart. You know I can't let you do that."

I heard a soft voice from behind me. "Thank-you. God bless you for trying." It
was Karen. Thanking Elizabeth for her chivalry. I pursed my lips and turned back
to the woman on her knees. Her eyes had taken on a note of defiance. Elizabeth's
brave offer seemingly bringing back Karen's spirit. Coaxing her to just endure
this and get it over with.

She spoke to me from her knees. "Just do whatever it is you are going to do to
me. Let's get this over with."

As she spoke. Amy walked back into the kitchen. Karen's eyes watched her enter.
Hoping for some indication from the girl that her daughter was all right. Amy
spoke to me softly. Karen could hear her from her position on the floor.

"Autumn is back in her crib. She was beginning to fuss a little in her sleep.
She's going to be awake soon. But for now she's sleeping."

Karen spoke from the floor, entreating me. "Please. Have some compassion. Let me
feed her, if she wakes. Please."

She wouldn't wake. But I turned slowly and looked at the woman on her knees.
Tears forming in her eyes. Probably humiliated that she had had to beg to feed
her daughter.

"I'll think about it. Depends on how cooperative you are."

She paled. But nodded. Anything to see her daughter again.

I concentrated fiercely. Locating Autumn's small bubble of time. I removed the
bubble and she slipped back to the prime time line. She hadn't even been here. I
staggered a bit. Manipulating time at any physical distance was far more
difficult than close, line of sight, manipulation. It could be done, but it took
a lot out of you.

Amy's eyes widened as she saw me stumble and she unconsciously reached out to
catch me if I fell. But I regained my balance and forced the world to stop
spinning. I recovered quickly and Amy took a step back as she realized that I was
alright. I saw the look in her eyes. Just a very fleeting flash of bravery.
Wondering if she could somehow take advantage of the brief moment of weakness.
But any chance she had, was far gone. And she knew that.

The woman on the floor had no idea what had just happened. But I could see that
Amy had a pretty good idea. I'd have to watch that.

"Wrists."

Amy, resigned, padded over and held her hands behind her back. Karen watched in
fascination as I slipped the steel handcuffs around Amy's wrists. Karen watched
as the bare girl just let me bind her. No complaints. No struggling. Just mute
acceptance of her situation; that I would bind her, no matter what she wanted.

I guided Amy to a chair on the other side of the table. Allowing her to sit for
now. Her bound wrists lying easily around the back of the chair. She was probably
just thankful that I hadn't tied her into it, like I had Elizabeth.

I turned to Karen.

"Why are they bound like that?"

I was about to answer but Elizabeth spoke first. "Karen. You may as well ask why
we are nude. Why you are nude. Why he's going to hurt us. Why he's tormenting you
and your daughter. He likes it. It gets him off humiliating, tormenting and
embarrassing women. You get used to it after a while. Being nude. You never get
used to the pain, the bondage, the humiliation. But you learn to accept it."

"Oh God. Are you ever going to let me go? Please. You don't have to hurt me." the
frightened woman asked me. "I'll do whatever it is you want. I swear I will."

I looked at her again. Her small shaking naked body. "Karen. If you do exactly
what I want, I'll let you go. I promise you." I fully intended to let her go. I
had enough problems. Five women in my direct power. Granted most of them were a
bit more accepting by now, but Sheila was an unknown. And any of them would still
do nearly anything if a chance to escape or incapacitate me presented itself.
Last thing I needed was an unstable mother worried about her daughter. I didn't
know for sure, but I suspected that this would be a very dangerous situation if I
let down my guard. Or tried to keep her for any length of time. She'd value her
daughter's safety far above her own, and I didn't have the strength or resources
to bring along her daughter to keep my control over her. No. I couldn't keep her.
Luscious as she was.

"Please. What do you want? Me? Would giving you sex make you let me go? You want
to rape me?"

I heard Elizabeth mutter behind me. "Never that easy, lady. Good try though."

"I told you I didn't want to rape you."

"It wouldn't be rape if I consented."

"You'd willingly give me sex?"

"If it would make you go away and get me my daughter back unharmed. I swear. I'd
be good. The best you ever had."

I seriously doubted that. But I had to give her credit for trying. I answered
her. "So. Let me get this straight. If I let you go. With your daughter. You'd be
willing to have sex with me? Not because you particularly want to. But to save
yourself and your daughter?" She nodded. Tears forming in her eyes. "Doesn't
sound much like consent to me."

"But I'd let you have me."

"How?"

"Any way you want."

"You'd let me tie you up?"

"If you must."

"And you'd let me have anal sex with you while you're trussed up?"

She swallowed. Tears forming again. "Oh God. Please. I've never. I couldn't. It
would hurt."

"Yes. It would hurt. A lot. Would you still consent?"

She gulped again. Tears actually running down her face now. She slowly nodded her
head. Her bare body shaking in fear. Still on her knees.

"Please. W-wouldn't my vagi ... I mean cunt," she swallowed at her use of the
word, "feel better?" She probably thought I wanted her to talk dirty to me.
Degrade herself.

"I'm not going to rape you. I told you that already. I have two women right here
that I could have sex with, anal or otherwise, if I wanted." Both Elizabeth and
Amy paled at the suggestion of anal sex. But they kept quiet.

Karen began to protest, probably about the consent thing. "But ..."

I cut her off. "However, I do want you to crawl for me."

"Crawl?"

"You know. Hands and knees."

"Why?"

Elizabeth spoke again. "Karen. Honey. It's better than being raped. He just wants
to see you humiliated. Please. Just do what he wants."

Karen flushed but obediently fell to her hands and knees.

"Where do you want me to crawl?"

"Just around the kitchen. I'll tell you when to stop."

She concentrated on controlling her breathing, and began to move on her hands and
knees. Slowly moving her bare body in a small circle in the middle of her
kitchen. I watched her. Her muscles straining at the unfamiliar motion. Her small
bare breasts hanging beneath her, swaying slightly as she moved. Her thigh
muscles moving her bare legs across the tile. Quick flashes of her sparse pubic
hair and the lips it concealed. After a few tight revolutions, I stopped her.

"Okay. Enough. Stay on your hands and knees. Look at me."

She raised her head, her hair falling around her tear streaked face. Her eyes
betraying fear, humiliation and hatred. I left her on her hands and knees for a
few minutes and just gazed at her. She was breathing a little hard from the
exertion of the unfamiliar motion. She tossed her head, tossing her hair like a
mane as she patiently waited for me to tell her what else to do.

"You ever been tied up before?"

"Please. You don't need to tie me up. I'll do whatever you want without ropes. I
swear it."

I wasn't sure of that. "I know. But I like to see a woman restrained."

"Oh God."

"So. Have you ever been tied up?"

She thought about it, and she didn't lie. Good thing. I suspect in her state I
could have told a lie pretty quick.

"When I was a kid."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Just the standard cowboys and Indians type stuff. I was a squaw or
something. My neighbour was a cowgirl and I was tied up to a picnic bench for a
while. Not tight. I could have gotten out if I wanted to. We were kids."

"Anything else?"

"Oh God. In college. I tried it once."

"Tried what?"

"An old boyfriend wanted to tie me up. I let him."

"What happened."

"Must I?" I nodded and she hesitantly continued. "This guy just wanted to try it.
He'd read about tying someone up being fun in bed. So I agreed to try it. He tied
me down to the bed, spread-eagled with some scarves. He fucked me. And then
untied me. It didn't do anything for me. It was kind of boring actually. I broke
up with him shortly after that."

"Nothing else?"

She shook her head; her hair tossed around with her movement.

"I'm going to tie you up."

"I know." She sounded resigned. "Are you going to rape me when I'm tied up. You
can you know."

"I'm not going to rape you. Why do you keep offering? You want to be raped?"

"Oh God. Please no. Don't think that. Oh God. I. I just thought that you'd want
that. And I just want to stop this. I just want you to leave. Please." I
understood. She was frightened. "How do you want me?"

I was confused. "Huh?"

"How do you want me tied up? Hand behind me? In front? Hands to feet?" She'd
risen back to her knees. She used her hands to demonstrate where I could tie
them.

"I'm going to tie you to the ceiling."

"How?"

I pointed to a hanging plant which was hanging high off to the side of the
kitchen. Her mind registered comprehension. She began to rise to her bare feet.
Just wanting to get this over with.

She held out her wrists. Palms together in front of her and waited. Surprised at
her compliance, I wrapped the rope around her offered wrists and lashed them
tightly together. She cringed a bit at the tightness of the rope, but didn't
complain. I'd have to release her hands reasonably soon. That rope would cut off
her circulation. Her hands were already a bit redder than her arms from the
restricted circulation. But for now, she'd be fine.

I took down the plant and began to feed a rope through the hook. It didn't look
particularly sturdy, but I suspected that it would hold most of her weight before
pulling out of the ceiling. She wasn't a particularly big girl.

As I turned around, I noticed something not quite right.