Time Out Of Time - Chapter 79 (Mf+, bdsm, exh, nc) [79/??]

As I watched, Jane's eyes fluttered open. I hadn't even touched her or 
made her aware of my presence. She just came awake. Somehow feeling my 
eyes on her as she slept.

She yawned and stretched, raising her cuffed wrists above her head and 
pulling her bare breasts into a delightful position. Her legs reached, 
toes pointed. She seemed unaware of the effect she was having on me. I 
couldn't understand this. There was absolutely no way I should be 
interested. No matter what the stimulus. Even this gorgeous teenager 
nude and stretching. Completely at ease in her nudity. Christi had 
drained me. I just tried to ignore my reaction to her. Somehow.

She had pulled herself up and was now sitting on the window ledge
gently 
swinging her bare legs.

"I wonder why there weren't plants here."

"Huh?"

"The morning sun is beautiful here. Warm. Bright. It would be a perfect 
place for plants. Lots of room." She indicated the wide shelf upon
which 
she had stretched out.

"Maybe Gertrude slept here in the nude as well."

"Right." She yawned again.

"Still tired?"

"Not really." She was swinging her legs again as she sat on the edge of 
the window shelf. Completely uncaring that she was nude and I wasn't.

"Sheila make any noise while I was gone?" I asked her.

"Not that I know of. But I was asleep. Maybe you would be better asking 
Christi. Christi didn't wake me up. I'd assume if there was a problem, 
she would have come to get me to help. Those were your orders. Where'd 
you go?"

"To the neighbours."

"Why?"

"Exploring."

"Anybody interesting?" Not anything. Anybody. Jane knew me too well.

"Maybe."

"You took another one?"

"Sort of."

"I'll bet she wasn't thrilled."

"Not really. I doubt if she liked acting like a dog."

Jane just raised her eyebrows. "You'll have to tell me more later."

"Perhaps. Amy and Elizabeth can tell the tale as well."

Jane just looked at me. "You just want to talk, or was there another 
reason you woke me up?"

"I didn't wake you."

"You were going to." I nodded. She was too perceptive. "Time to take 
care of our Judge? Or are you going to rape me?" She said it calmly. 
Almost dispassionately.

I set my mouth in a grim line. "Our judge has reached his judgment day. 
You know it."

"You haven't told Sheila yet? Have you? She may not even want to see 
him, you know?"

I couldn't imagine that his former slave wouldn't want the chance to
get 
back at him. "What do you mean?" I asked the naked girl in front of me.

"He's abused her so long, she might not be capable of striking back at 
him. I'd keep my eye on her. He might still have influence over her. 
Even if the bastard is tied down, she might be so used to following his 
orders that she might turn on you if he tells her to. She might be too 
afraid to go back into that room. She might not be capable of hurting 
another person. Even if he deserves it. She knows what being hurt is
all 
about. She might not be able to inflict it back on someone else. Even 
her tormentor. Don't punish her if she can't. That's all."

I nodded. That made some sense.

"I'll talk to her. Are you going to be alright with this?"

"I think so. I just keep thinking how he just was casually calling me a 
bitch and I see red. He has no respect for women at all. He actually 
thinks of the whole female of the species as animals. His animals. No 
better than your average cute monkey. I've lived my life hating people 
like that. I think I can strike back at him. I might even enjoy it."

"You thought I was just as bad once."

"Sometimes you still are. Sometimes I hate you just as much. Luckily,
or 
maybe unluckily, you usually have me tied down when that happens. I 
can't do much. And then you ease up. You can actually be nice to us.
And 
my anger melts. I mean, I've just been lying here nude in the sun for 
hours. Just relaxing. Thinking. Sleeping. I can't do that in the real 
world. I have to go to school. Impress my friends. Hold down an after 
school job. Worry about college. And obviously I can't just lounge 
around without my clothes. Maybe a bit of torment once in a while is 
worth it just to have this peace. You know, I still haven't figured you 
out. I just know that I don't hate you like I hate that bastard 
upstairs. I do know that I'm freer here. Despite these." She rattled
her 
handcuffs. "I'm not sure that I can explain it."

I nodded. I was thinking that I might just have to explore her a bit 
more. Figure out what she was feeling. It felt vaguely important. But 
now wasn't the time.

I motioned for her to rise. She padded over to where I was sitting. She 
made a quick motion to kneel, but I stopped her. We were going upstairs 
anyway. I reached for her bound wrists and released them. She stood 
quietly rubbing her wrists. There were marks where the steel had dug 
into her skin. Not because they were particularly tight, but because of 
the position that they had fallen into while the girl had slept. She 
didn't make any comment about the deep indents.

"Come on." She fell into step beside me as I made my way back out to
the 
foyer and the stairs. As we climbed the steps, I heard the shower cease 
and the sounds of clean bare feet squeaking against porcelain.

I opened the door to the bathroom and a cloud of steam flowed out into 
the hall. Christi had just stepped from the shower. Her skin produced 
goose flesh as the cooler air from the hallway kissed her bare body.
She 
shivered but immediately dropped the towel from around her as I gazed 
in. Sensing that she ought to present herself bare unless told 
otherwise. Her body looked radiant as she stood there dripping. Her 
nipples were hard from the sudden indraught.

"You can dry yourself."

She thankfully resumed toweling herself. Rubbing the moisture from her 
skin. Purposefully running the towel between her legs. Sighing. Not
even 
a hint of self-consciousness as I watched her. The girls really were 
getting used to me just watching their bare bodies moving in everyday 
tasks. At one point they were distinctly uncomfortable with me watching 
them. Now it was almost as though they enjoyed it. At least in
Christi's 
and Jane's case.

"Didn't wash your hair?" It was only wet below her shoulders.

"I washed it this morning. It didn't think it needed it. If you want, 
I'll get back in and wash it for you. Not like I'm dressed or anything."

"That's alright. I was only curious." I could see that the portion of 
her hair that was still dry shone in the light. It didn't need
cleaning. 
She was telling the truth. I was sure that after she'd brushed it out
it 
would be as lustrous as though she'd just been to the hair dresser.

She smiled and continued to dry off. Running the towel down her legs
and 
lifting her foot to dry her toes.

"Janey?"

"Yes sir?"

"I want you to help Christi get ready. Help her with her makeup and 
touch up yours. I'm going to rouse the sleeping beauty in the next 
room."

"Be gentle with her. Okay?"

I nodded, watching as Jane stepped into the bathroom with Christi. I 
turned away as she picked up a bottle of nail polish off the counter.

I walked to the master bedroom. I found myself consciously holding back 
my arm from knocking. Sheila couldn't answer the door anyway. I
silently 
opened the door and slipped into the room, turning the knob so that the 
door shut quietly. I waited for my eyes to adjust to the gloom. Sheila 
was still sleeping peacefully under the blankets. The blankets rose and 
fell with her soft breathing.

I slipped into the chair that I'd left by the bed and just watched her. 
I really enjoyed watching them sleep. So peaceful. Sheila moved in her 
sleep. Her wrist pulling against it's restraint. She mumbled something 
softly and wrinkled her nose. She settled back down and was peaceful 
again. I watched her for a few more minutes, then leaned forward and 
gently kissed her forehead. She mumbled something in her sleep and
tried 
to roll over.

Her right wrist snapped hard against the steel around it and her eyes 
fluttered open. She screamed as she saw me beside her in the dark. 
Startled by my presence.

"Shhhh. Shhh. It's just me. You're okay. Relax. I'm not here to hurt 
you."

She closed her eyes. Trying to control her wild breathing. Gasping for 
air. I'd really frightened her. Pulling at the handcuff holding her to 
the bed.

"Oh God. Oh God. Oh God," she mumbled. "Not a dream. Oh God. Not a 
dream."

Her face was in profile as she lay on her back. Her lips moving as she 
rocked her body. She weakly pulled against her restraint and struggled 
to control her body. I could see her shaking under the covers. Second 
time today I'd given a girl an adrenaline rush. I just gave her time to 
recover. I doubted if the rush of adrenaline was enough to make her 
sick.

Finally she managed to control her breathing; it returned to a slightly 
fast, but regular beat. I was sure her heart was still hammering a mile 
a minute. She gingerly grasped the covers in her left hand and lifted 
them. Regarding her body beneath. Just as nude as when she fell asleep. 
She closed her eyes and then reopened them.

She turned her head towards me in the dark. "Oh God. It wasn't a dream. 
Was it?"

I shook my head. "No, Sheila, it wasn't."

"You aren't going to let him touch me again are you?"

"He won't touch you while I'm in control here. I can promise you that."

Her body began to shake again and she struggled to control it. With an 
effort, she succeeded.

"Jane? And Christi? Where are they?"

"In the bathroom. They'll be here shortly."

"I'd like to see them. Please?"

"As soon as they're done."

She swallowed. "Please. I'm thirsty. Can I have a drink?"

I rose from the chair. "Sure. Be back in a minute."

I walked out to the bathroom. Blinking in the sudden light. The girls 
were just about finished. Christi was drying the bottom part of her 
hair. She playfully thrust her bare chest out as she saw me enter. Her 
hands above her, her right holding the hair dryer and her left buried
in 
her hair. Most of the steam had disappeared from the room. Escaped 
through the open door. Jane was drying her nails. She'd changed the 
colour to a deep red. Her make up was perfect again. No sign of the 
sleep she'd had. She'd brushed out her hair as well. Still soft and 
shiny from this morning. I couldn't help myself. I ran my fingers 
through her chestnut hair. She allowed the touch and actually smiled
and 
gave a small laugh. For some reason pleased that I'd done it.

I searched around and found a plastic cup. Probably used by the former 
occupants of the house for brushing their teeth. I rinsed it in the
sink 
and filled it with cold water.

"Come to the master bedroom when you are both done," I left them one 
last instruction as I left carrying the water.

I slipped back into the room with Sheila.

"Lights," I announced to the only other occupant of the room. I flicked 
on the lights.

Sheila cried out as the bright light hit her. Not quick enough to close 
her eyes before the lights snapped on. She had scrunched up her face, 
closing her lids tightly against the harsh light. Her left arm was 
thrown across her eyes. I sat back in the chair beside her.

Finally she opened one eye and managed to brave the light. "You could 
have warned me," she chastised me.

"I did."

"Not much of a warning. I'm barely awake. I don't want to be awake."

I looked at her again in the light. Her eyes were both open, but 
blinking furiously. I cringed as I saw her face for the first time in 
the light. The right side of her face was slightly swollen. There was a 
angry red bruise formed on her right cheek. About where the bastard had 
slapped her. Her right eye was blackened. Not the worst shiner I'd ever 
seen. Hell, I'd gotten worse myself in the schoolyard in my younger 
days. But seeing it on this delicate woman seemed wrong somehow.

"What?" she asked seeing my scrutiny of her face. She hitched herself
up 
towards the head of the bed, sitting up. The covers fell away from her 
bare breasts. Noticing, she tried to cover herself by pulling the
covers 
up with her left hand.

"Sheila. Honey. Leave it, it's nothing I'm not going to see anyway." I 
was far more concerned with her face anyway.

She noticed that my gaze hadn't fallen to her bare chest but remained
on 
the right side of her face. She lifted her left hand and touched her 
right cheek, letting the covers settle around her waist. She winced at 
her touch. She traced along her eye, involuntarily moving away from her 
fingers. She dropped her hand back to the covers and began to cry 
silently.

"I'm a mess aren't I? I'm sorry."

I couldn't imagine for what she was apologizing. Maybe that bastard in 
the other room had made her apologize for her appearance. Even after 
he'd caused the bruises marring her perfect face. I couldn't understand 
what would possess him to be so brutal with such a delicate creature. 
Control didn't require this kind of heavy handedness.

I lifted the cup of water towards her lips. I noticed that the right 
side of her upper lip was slightly swollen as well. She allowed me to 
feed her, wincing as the cup touched her upper lip. She drank the whole 
cup of water in one big long swallow.

I gently asked her. "How are you feeling?"

"Sore as hell."

"I'll bet. What were you sorry about?" I asked her.

"Me. My face. I. I guess I just didn't want you to see me like this."

"Sheila, you'll be alright. It's not your fault. It will heal."

"I've been through worse." I couldn't imagine her looking any worse 
unless he had gotten to the left side of her face as well. Then it
would 
have been twice as bad, I guess. "Why did you wake me up? Why are you 
being so gentle with me?"

"I didn't mean to frighten you."

"I know. It's just that, my Master ... I mean the judge ... would wake 
me up by slapping me, or shaking the hell out of me. I can't count the 
times I was awakened screaming in pain."

"I'm sorry. I don't wake up my girls like that. Usually they are up
well 
before me anyway."

"Thank God you don't wake us up like that. God I hated that. Why'd you 
wake me up then? You want something."

"Sheila. Honey. I just didn't want you to sleep all day. You wouldn't 
sleep when we do. Tonight."

"That's not all is it? You want to hurt me. Or rape me." Suspiciously. 
"Why aren't Jane and Christi here?"

I almost laughed, but I controlled the impulse. "I think that you are 
hurt enough. I don't need to add to it. And I think raping you
qualifies 
as hurting you. I'm not going to hurt you. I promise. And I told you. 
Jane and Christi just have to finish in the bathroom and they will be 
here."

She sighed. "You are so different. He wouldn't have cared. He would
have 
raped me and added to my bruise list just for fun. And god help me if I 
complained."

"I'm not Mayer. Never will be. And speaking of Mayer, you feel like 
getting back at him?"

"Getting back at him?"

"Yeah. Paying him back? Getting some revenge?"

"What do you mean?" She was truly confused.

"Let's hypothetically pretend that I had him helpless. You know, how he 
kept you. Maybe bound up. Uncomfortable. Would you want to pay him back 
for some of those bruises? Give him a taste of his own medicine?"

She closed her eyes and thought about it for a second. "I'd be yours 
forever if you let me at him for just a half hour." A thought occurred 
to her. "He couldn't get at me. Retaliate? Ever?"

"Nope. He'd be completely at your mercy."

"Oh God. I don't know. I want to. God, do I want to. But. I know what 
it's like on the other end. Being helpless. Having someone just beat
the 
hell out of you for no reason. It's wrong." She closed her eyes. 
Remembering some abuse from the past.

"Alright. I won't force you to do it. But I think you should
reconsider. 
You have a damn good reason to do this. It would hardly be for no 
reason. I doubt if I've ever met someone who had a better reason for 
beating the hell out of someone. There aren't any courts here to 
determine right or wrong. Just me. And I think that he deserves it. Any 
damage that you inflict is temporary anyway. I won't let you kill him 
though he probably deserves that as well. And even if you decide to 
spend the time relaxing in this comfortable bed instead of getting some 
much deserved revenge, just so you know, I am letting Jane and Christi 
take out some of their frustrations on the guy. And believe me. They 
have their frustrations. Not to mention a touch of anger at what he did 
to you. They didn't have a problem with it after being with you 
earlier."

"Jane and Christi are going to do this? They'll be there as well?"

"Yes. For you. Personally, if I were in your shoes, I'd want to just 
beat the hell out of him. Maybe you should see your face before you
make 
a decision."

Sheila thought about it. "I'm not wearing any shoes." She managed a 
smile. "You wouldn't let me. So I don't think that you could be in
them. 
But I guess you are right. If they can do it, I guess I can. I'll do 
it." Tears began to fall down her face. She'd bowed her head a bit
while 
thinking and her tears fell slowly off her cheeks and onto her bare 
breasts.

"You sure?"

"Yeah. I'm sure. I hate him." Simple sentiments. I could hear the
simple 
truth in her words.

I nodded. I heard a knock on the bedroom door. Could only be Jane and 
Christi.

"You okay?"

I watched as she exerted her will and fought back the tears. She nodded 
wiping viciously at her face with her left hand. Crying out as she 
forgot about the bruises on the right side of her face.

"Come in." I called.

I saw Jane poke her head around the door as she opened it. "I wasn't 
sure if you wanted us to wait outside." She gasped as she saw Sheila's 
face. Without waiting for my answer she practically ran into the room 
and jumped onto the bed with Sheila. Taking her face in her hands. 
Gently stroking her.

"Oh God. He really did a number on you. Didn't he?" She looked over at 
me. "I can do anything to him? I'm gonna fucking enjoy this. See how he 
likes it."

Christi had walked into the room and came to stand by my chair. Gazing 
at Sheila's bruises. Tears beginning to form in her eyes as she
realized 
in stark detail just what this woman had had to endure. Sheila was 
wincing a bit at Jane's probes of her bruises, but she just closed her 
eyes, sat still and let the other girl rattle on. Finally, Jane noticed 
that she was hurting the other girl and withdrew her hands.

"Oh my God. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"It's okay. I've endured worse and with a lot less love." Sheila 
impulsively bent at her waist and gave Jane a quick kiss on the cheek. 
Definitely not shy around women. She was far more nervous when we were 
alone together, even though I'd never done anything to suggest that I'd 
hurt her. Or even touch her. Only what had to be done to keep her in my 
control which pretty much consisted of placing a handcuff on her wrist. 
Hardly on par with mauling her. But I guess I couldn't blame her. I was 
her new master and she didn't really have a clue what I was like.

Sheila turned to me. "M-master? Can your new slave clean herself up 
before we do this?"

I nodded. I handed Christi the key to Sheila's restraints and Christi 
moved towards her. Sheila suffered another kiss to her bruised cheek as 
Christi moved towards her. Christi whispered to her. "We'll get him 
back. Just you wait."

As Sheila was released from the bed, she idly rubbed her wrist. She 
smiled and then cringed a bit. Even smiling hurt her.