Time Out Of Time - Chapter 77 (Mf+, bdsm, exh, nc) [77/??]


I stood in front of her and just watched as she struggled with her
pain. 
Shifting her weight from foot to foot. Pulling weakly at her wrists. 
Moving her hips gently, trying to adjust the position of the cucumber 
still bound in her.

Finally she spoke. "Please. I. This slave hurts so very much. She begs 
to be released. If she could, she'd kneel and kiss her master's feet. 
Anything. What else can she possibly offer?"

She finally lost her hesitation. Any trace of pride. She had slipped 
into a completely submissive role. Her pain driving her.

I reached forward and touched her blindfold. Soaked with her tears. She 
flinched away from the touch, but slowly moved her head forward again 
until it touched my outstretched fingers. Allowing me to check her 
blindfold.

I reached around her head and removed the wet cloth. Her eyes were red. 
Her eyes expressing her pain. She glanced up, trying to see her hands, 
blinking in the sudden light. She wiggled her blue fingers. Gasping at 
the pain and the sight of her blue hands. She began to cry again. 
Frightened that she might lose her hands if I kept her in this much 
longer. She had to figure out a way to make me release her.

I began to free her from the rope belt she wore. I simply released the 
rope around her waist, allowing it to fall loosely around her hips. I 
knelt in front of her and watched as the cucumber began a slow viscous 
journey out of her vaginal canal. She shuddered at the sensations of it 
slipping out of her. Unable to clench herself enough to keep it in
place 
or force it out of herself quicker. After a few minutes, I gripped the 
end of it with my fingers and began to pull it gently from her. She 
gasped and cried out as the invader finally pulled free of her body.
She 
began to weep. Tears falling from her eyes, unashamedly. Tears of 
relief. Even without the invasion of the cucumber, her vagina still 
gaped wide. I imagined that it would take a while for it to relax and 
close the stretched muscles where it was forced to accommodate the 
larger than normal invasion of her body. She unconsciously brought her 
legs back together. She stood back up on her toes helping take some of 
the strain off her wrists. I could see her calf muscles straining to 
keep her raised on her toes. They were quivering slightly. I doubted if 
she could stand like this much longer. Her wrists were going to have to 
take her weight again pretty soon. I could see it in her face. Her pain.

I placed the now warm cucumber onto the counter behind her and walked 
back around. She looked up at me. Her tears never stopping.

"Please," she begged me. "My wrists."

I just closed my eyes and let the spoon fall on her body at random. I 
think I caught her just under her bare breasts. Her lower ribs. She 
screamed again.

"Oh God. I'm. Oh shit. Please. This slave is sorry. She begs 
forgiveness. She forgot. Her wrists. She can't think with her wrists. 
This slave. This slut begs to be let down. She'll do anything to be 
allowed down. Please. Her wrists hurt so much. Her arms."

I picked back up the knife and showed it to her. Even though she knew 
that I wasn't going to cut her, she begged anyway.

"Please sir. Your slave. Your c-cunt begs her master not to cut her. Oh 
God. Your slave is so frightened. Please let her down."

I dragged the blade down her upturned nose as she struggled to keep her 
face as still as she could. The blade passed harmlessly over the skin
of 
her nose. Just scratching her skin like a hunter might check the edge
of 
his knife against a fingernail. Her body was shaking badly. Not sure if 
it was her fright or just muscle fatigue. She'd been hanging there for
a 
long, long time.

"Karen? Are you ever going to disobey again? Run? Even think you can 
escape?"

"Please. Never. I'll. I mean. This slave is yours to do with what you 
like. I'll do. She'll do anything. She'll never run again. She'll never 
disobey. Please. My. Her wrists. She is going to pass out from this. 
Please. You don't want me ... her ... to pass out. Do you? Please?"

I nodded. She'd done a passable job of sticking in the third person. 
Actually excellent for a first attempt and considering the obvious pain 
she was enduring. I raised the knife away from her face and easily cut 
through the rope holding her to the ceiling. The knife was very sharp. 
She was very lucky that she hadn't gotten nicked with my playing. A 
credit to her will and her ability to stay still despite her pain. Bet 
she never imagined that her kitchen knife would ever be used to release 
her bare bound body from her plant hook.

As the support was severed, she collapsed. I was ready for it. Holding 
the knife carefully away from her falling body, I moved to catch her. 
Her eyes rolled back and her legs simply collapsed under her. I caught 
her around the waist and gently lowered her bare body to the tile. I 
could have just let her fall. But then she may have broken a bone, or 
hurt herself badly. Smacked her head on the tile. Not a lot of doctors 
around. I would have had to return her immediately. End of fun. She was 
light anyway. No strain.

She lay back, slowly bringing her still bound hands in front of her, 
pulling weakly at the ropes. She tried unsuccessfully to restore 
circulation to her blue hands. All her twisting only served to give her 
rope burn. Her hands stubbornly remained a deep shade of blue. The
ropes 
holding her wrists together were the problem. No way for her to adjust 
them any longer. She wasn't getting circulation back into her hands 
until I released her wrists. She just began to cry again and lay back. 
Just letting whatever was going to happen, happen. Completely resigned 
to her fate. That I was in control of her and whether she would lose
her 
hands or not.

I released her waist and reached for her wrists. She cried out as I 
lifted her hands but tried to help me. With her hands so numb she
really 
was more of a hindrance than a help. But I think she needed to do 
something.

"Be still, Karen. I'll have you out of this in a second." I gently 
chastised her. She wasn't really helping the effort to get circulation 
restored to her hands.

She nodded, tears still tracing down her face. Holding her shaking arms 
as still as she could.

I lifted the knife and carefully guided it to one of the strands of
cord 
holding her wrists. She was still, as ordered and I easily sliced 
through one of the cords cruelly circling her slender wrists. I fished 
the cord around, unwrapping the loops of cord, using it to release her 
hands, not bothering with the knots. Her hands were ice cold as I 
touched them. I wasn't surprised that she'd lost feeling in them. She 
cried out and whimpered as the rope came free. The cord had badly
chafed 
her skin, but as the rope loosened, her hands almost immediately began 
to regain a healthy pink colour. I'd caught the circulation problem in 
plenty of time. She'd have been fine even for another half an hour. 
Uncomfortable as hell, but no lasting damage would have occurred.

She sighed as her hands were finally separated and I'd released them 
into her own care. She began to moan as the circulation caused massive 
pins and needles to crawl across her hands and fingers. She closed her 
eyes and tried to hold her hands as still as she could. She struggled
to 
control the unavoidable body tremors which were a result of the 
adrenaline and endorphins running havoc through her bloodstream. She
was 
probably going to feel slightly sick after the adrenaline kicked down. 
Unless she was lucky and could maintain her adrenaline production until 
I freed her from the timeline.

I sat beside her and stroked her hair while she recovered. She didn't 
even flinch as I touched her. Her breathing slowly returned to normal 
and her hands began to feel a little better. The pain began to leave
her 
face.

The female body recovers so quickly from pain. Though, the stinging
pain 
from a wooden spoons does tend to fade reasonably quickly anyway. The 
nipple clamps and cucumber had been removed a while ago. Her nipples 
still looked red, but I suspected that they no longer were in pain. 
Unless I touched them. She closed her eyes briefly.

After she had slowed her breathing down and was beginning to feel a 
little better, she rolled herself over and managed to get to her hands 
and knees. She bent her head and kissed at my shoes. She looked up at 
me, not a trace of shame in her face.

She whispered, "Thank you for letting this worthless slave down." She 
ducked her head, unable to maintain eye contact with me. Probably 
couldn't believe that she'd actually said the words on her own. Without 
'encouragement'.

Finally she raised her head and looked at me from her hands and knees.

"Please let me go?"

I let the first person reference go this time. I shook my head. "Not 
yet."

"What do you want me to do? Please?"

I walked over to the bag and retrieved a collar and leash. I turned and 
her eyes widened. As I was fastening the collar and leash to her throat 
she tried again.

"Please. This slave begs you not to do this. She'll happily screw you 
and your friends even. Please. You don't have to make her act like a 
dog." She instinctively knew what was about to happen. She'd suggested 
it after all.

She gasped as I tightened the collar and picked up the leash. Ignoring 
her pleas.

"Do pets talk?"

She looked up at me, frightened and pleading with her eyes. She closed 
her mouth. Whined. Surprisingly very dog-like.

I walked in front of her and gently tugged her leash. Resigned to her 
fate, she began to crawl for me. I guided the miserable naked female 
through the dining area and into her living room. I sat down on a 
leather chair and left her on her hands and knees in the middle of the 
room.

"Beg?"

She slipped out of her role. "Pardon?"

"I could swear I heard a non-canine voice."

She clapped her mouth shut and I could see her mind working. Finally 
figuring out what I wanted. Her face flushed, but she obeyed. She
pushed 
herself into a kneeling position and exposed her bare front to me. Her 
breasts jiggled as she raised her front paws and did a passable 
imitation of a dog begging. Panting.

"Roll over."

Her face flushed again but she fell to her side and rolled over ending 
up on her back. Limbs raised as a dog would. She was really trying to 
please. Her hind legs parted, exposing herself shamelessly for my 
amusement. Biting her lip to keep from saying anything.

"Bark."

She took a deep breath and let out a soft bark. "Woof."

"Louder."

"Arf," her face was bright red. Not believing that I could force her to 
these depths of humiliation.

"Okay bitch. Hands and knees."

She closed her eyes and rolled back to her hands and knees.

"Leash."

She bent her head and gathered the leather into her mouth. She then 
crawled to me and raised her head. Offering me her leash. Her face 
bright red. I could see her mouth muscles fighting. She desperately 
wanted to say something. Beg not to have to do this. But I just
gathered 
the leash and gently pulled her, stumbling on her hands and knees back 
into the kitchen. Tears rolling down her face. Not quite believing that 
I was making her do this. I was having trouble walking with the
erection 
I was sporting. Seeing a grown woman humiliating herself like this was 
really turning me on. I thought that I might just have to have one of 
the other girls do this as well.

Elizabeth broke her silence. "Please. She doesn't have to do this. No 
woman should have to do that. My God. Have you no feelings? Put
yourself 
in her place, for God's sake. She's frightened."

"Okay. Our first volunteer."

Elizabeth shut up. A look of completely confusion crossed her features. 
She pulled at her ropes, not understanding.

I turned to Karen. "Karen? You know what dogs do to girls?"

She shook her head. Afraid to say anything.

"They sniff them, don't they?"

Karen's face flushed again and tears began to fall again from her eyes. 
Understanding, she crawled forward and made a production of sniffing at 
Elizabeth's leg. Starting at her bound foot and knowing that I wouldn't 
allow her to do otherwise, Karen moved her head slowly up Elizabeth's 
bound thigh and ended up with her nose right between Elizabeth's legs. 
Elizabeth was pulling at her bonds more forcefully now.

"Lick her."

Karen raised her head and looked imploringly at me. Begging with her 
eyes. Not wanting to do this. Not with another woman.

Elizabeth spoke. "Please. I don't want to do this. What am I being 
punished for? Master?"

I looked at Elizabeth's earnest face. Struggling to figure out why I
was 
tormenting her. There wasn't always a reason. But I tried to give her 
one anyway.

"Elizabeth. You are being punished for not warning me when Karen, our 
mutt here, ran away without permission. Now, this isn't much of a 
punishment." I picked up the crop from the pack. "But this is."

"Please no. Don't hurt me," Elizabeth begged. Tried to back away into 
the chair. Make herself as small as possible. "You don't have to. I'll 
do whatever you want. I'll cum for you. I'll enjoy Karen. I swear it."

I stepped over to Elizabeth and let a soft blow fall across the tops of 
her breasts. It left a slightly red mark, and Elizabeth cried out. The 
crop hurt terribly, even if not swung hard. I'd swung it lightly
against 
my palm once. I couldn't imagine the pain it would inflict on breasts. 
But it should be bearable at this strength. At least I thought.

I looked at Karen, who had begun to cry again. I could see it in her 
eyes. She wanted to beg. She so much didn't want to do this.

"Karen, what is it? You can speak."

"Please. Master. This. This b-b-bitch. She. She isn't gay. She can't do 
this."

"I could have sworn that you claimed that you would fuck my friends 
earlier."

"Please. I would have promised anything. I. Oh shit. This slave hurt. 
You must understand that. I. She has never been with a woman before. 
Something else. Whip your slave. Anything but this. Make her crawl
more. 
Act like a dog. It turned you on. I. She could tell. She'll bark for
you 
more. Please."

Elizabeth took a deep breath and helped. "Karen. Honey. I don't want 
this any more than you do. But he will make you do it anyway. He'll put 
you back up on that hook. And whip you. Your breasts until you beg to 
have sex with me. Either way I have to cum from it. You only have to
try 
and pleasure me. I'll try to hurry. Oh God. He's going to whip me until 
I cum. You have to try. Or we'll both regret it. It's just skin. Try
not 
to think about what you are doing. Please try."

I watched Karen swallow. Frightened. She mutely nodded and lowered her 
head again to Elizabeth's lap. I saw Elizabeth tense and I knew that 
Karen was exploring her sex with her tongue. Trying her best to get
this 
over with. Trying to ignore what she was doing with her mouth. Somehow.

I stood beside Elizabeth's bound body and at random brought the crop 
down on her body. Sometimes as high as her collar bone. Sometimes as
low 
as her lower ribs. Most fell on her heaving breasts occasionally 
catching a nipple. She cried out at every blow to her bare body, but 
managed to retain her concentration. Always returning to the sensations 
from her crotch. Struggling to get herself to her edge. Karen appeared 
to be doing a passable job. Overall, Karen should know what a woman 
should like. Being one herself. She ought to be able to give decent
head 
if she wanted to. Elizabeth didn't recover as quickly if the crop
caught 
a nipple. She just howled and begged until the pain subsided. I usually 
gave her a bit of extra time if I caught that sensitive part of her. I 
really wasn't aiming. And I really wasn't putting very much strength 
into it. Somehow that seemed to make it worse for her. That I was 
disinterested in her pain, but still giving it to her. Really
emphasized 
her helplessness.

"Argh. You bastard. Please stop hitting me. I can't cum like this. My 
tits. Hurt. Arghhhhh. No more. Please no more. You goddamn bastard. It 
hurts. Ow. Please. Let me go. I can't. I can't. I can't."

But she did. Finally after about ten minutes she began to tense.

"Fuck. Please no more. I'm cumming. Oh my God. Please stop. 
Argghhhhhhhh."

Her body spasmed against the ropes. Karen's head was still bobbing 
between her legs. I tried to judge the peak of the climax and brought 
the crop down once more lightly flicking the erect nipples. Elizabeth 
screamed and pushed her breasts outwards. Straining at the ropes
holding 
her. Tensing. Crying. Her body finally relaxed and I touched Karen's 
head. Allowing her to stop her stimulation. She gasped and I watched
her 
as she worked her tongue around in her mouth. Grimacing at what I'd 
forced her to do.

Elizabeth finally recovered. "What the hell just happened?"

"What?" I asked her bewildered.

"Oh God. I've never felt anything like that."

"So now you like lesbian sex?"

"Fuck no. I was just fantasizing it was some guy down there. But. I 
don't understand. I came. I swear I did. And then you brought that 
fucking thing down across my nipples again and I thought I was going to 
die. Instead, it only hurt a little and the next thing I know, the
world 
is exploding again. I. I think I had two. One right after the other."

I grinned. "Ain't being a female wonderful?"

"Not with you around," she griped. But I think she was kind of proud of 
herself. Having a multiple orgasm. I was beginning to suspect that her 
experience of sex prior to me might have been a little minimal. And her 
experience of kinky sex, probably non-existent.

I looked up at Amy and she was watching with wide eyes.

I addressed her. "You want a orgasm?"

Amy looked at me warily. "Not really. If I have a choice." She knew 
exactly how she was going to get one. Given the choice, she probably 
didn't want the crop on her body as another woman used her tongue on 
her.

"You'd allow Karen to make love to you though. Right?"

Amy swallowed and nodded her head. She spoke. "I don't really have a 
choice if you tell me to do it. Right? But please. I helped you whip 
her. Please."

I nodded. She didn't want the lesbian contact. I'd spare her this time. 
Amy had behaved herself. Her punishment could be simply helping me whip 
Karen earlier. I know that was hard on the poor girl. She really hadn't 
wanted to do that. Besides I think it was her trying to jump out of her 
chair that had tipped me off that Karen had run. Amy looked relieved. 
Bigtime.

I turned my eyes back to the mother on the floor. She was still on her 
hands and knees. Her whole body was shaking. She looked up at me with 
pleading in her eyes. Begging. She was crying again. She struggled. Not 
knowing if she was in the dog role still, but desperately wanting to 
plead with me.

I sat down in one of her chairs and regarded her. Finally she braved it.

"Please. Master. Don't punish this b-bitch for talking. If you don't 
want her to talk, she won't."

I was silent. I didn't mind her talking. I was curious what she wanted.

Finally she wracked up her courage. "Please. This slave is sorry for 
whatever she's done. All she wants is to be let go."

"Why should I let you go?"

"Please. I've. This slave has done everything you wanted. Please. Your 
slave is tired. She's hurt. She'll do everything you want, but she
needs 
some rest. Please."

I could see that she was tired. She was having trouble even keeping 
herself upright on her hands and knees. Having trouble lifting her
head. 
The adrenaline and endorphins were probably coming out of her system. 
She probably felt sick too, but she didn't say anything about that. And 
with the withdrawal of the endorphins, her pain was probably returning. 
Aches and pains that she probably didn't even realize were there. Her 
whole body was shaking uncontrollably. Probably a reaction to the 
adrenaline and fear combined. She just continued to beg. It was all she 
could do.

"Please. Your slave begs you to let her go. I'm. She's so worried about 
her daughter, Autumn. Please. Can your slave beg to see her daughter. 
Just one last time?"

"What have you got to offer me?"

"Please. Master must know that his slaves have nothing to offer. You
can 
take whatever you want. Your slave is just begging her master for some 
rest and to see her daughter. She loves her." Tears were rolling down 
her face as she remained on all fours. Naked. Shaking.

That surprised me. I was expecting her to offer me herself again. Or 
anything. She was catching on that she didn't really have anything 
anymore. I nodded to her.

"Karen. Honey. You can drop the slave talk. Get to your feet."

"Oh God. This slave isn't sure she can." She was actually having
trouble 
stopping from talking in the third person. I watched as she struggled
to 
her knees. She tried to get to her feet, her thighs straining. She 
finally made it. Tears falling down her face. Swaying on her bare feet. 
Struggling to keep her balance. She looked like she was fighting faint 
nausea as well. She didn't complain about it though. "Please. I can't
do 
anything else. I can barely stand. Please don't make me do anything 
else. Please."

"I know you are tired, Karen. Can you get dressed?"

Her eyes looked at me questioningly. "You want me to put my clothing 
on?"

"Unless you particularly want to orgasm or something."

"Please don't tease me. I hurt."

"I know. You've been very cooperative. And I'm going to let you go."

"Please. I don't need my clothes. Can I just go to my daughter?
Please?" 
She had nothing left to hide. I'd forced her to hold a cucumber in her 
for what seemed like hours. Might have been. I'd completely lost track 
of the time. Nevertheless, she didn't care about clothing anymore. I'd 
seen everything.

"Karen. Put on your clothes."

"Alright. Just don't hurt me anymore. Okay?"

She stumbled over to her discarded clothing on the far side of the 
kitchen. She looked at me once again. "Really? You are just going to
let 
me dress myself and walk away?"

"Sort of."

I reached over and began to release Elizabeth's bonds. Keeping my eye
on 
Karen. Karen was pulling her sweat pants over her legs. Moving
gingerly. 
Her legs and arms probably aching. She picked up her sweatshirt and 
tried to pull it over her head. She cried out as her muscles cramped 
when she tried to put her arms over her head. She struggled with it 
anyway. Her desire to cover her nudity more important to her than the 
transient pain in her body. Maybe she did still have some pride left. 
She ignored her socks and stood barefoot in front of me. But mostly 
covered. After seeing her bare body, it was much easier to visualize
her 
without the clothes. I undressed her again with my mind. I debated 
making her take off the clothing again, but she didn't look bad with 
them on. A little disheveled, perhaps, but she couldn't hide her
beauty. 
Even the red marks on her chin and face, leftovers from the wooden
spoon 
treatment enhanced her features.

By this point, Elizabeth was free of her chair except for her wrists 
cuffed behind her. She was still flushed from her climax.

I motioned Amy and Elizabeth to their feet. They struggled out of their 
chairs. Their bound wrists impeding them, making basic balance a bit of 
a chore.

Karen spoke. "What are you going to do with them?"

"Keep them for a while."

"You are just going to let me go? Why?"

She'd never understand the time thing. She thought that I was going to 
just walk out with the girls and she'd call the police. She couldn't 
understand why I'd just let her do that. And I didn't feel like 
explaining it to her.

"You've been cooperative," I answered her.

"Why didn't you rape me?"

"I didn't want to. Not in the mood."

"I'm not attractive?"

"Very attractive. Under different circumstances, you'd be joining 
Elizabeth and Amy here."

"I noticed that they were attractive." She flushed. Probably thinking 
how up close and personal she had had to get to Elizabeth.

I took a last look at Karen. The red welts on her face from the spoons 
already fading. Her amazing body hidden under the clothing. It wasn't 
necessary let her get dressed, but I wanted to watch her pull on her 
clothes. She was feeling much better with her clothing returned to her. 
Standing taller. Less defeated looking. A bit stronger. More human.

"Can I go to my daughter now? Please?"

"Who are you?" I asked her a last question. She looked a bit puzzled.

She considered her answer. "I'm your slave. Your slut. Your bitch. Your 
pet. And I'm Karen Johnson. All rolled into one."

I nodded. It was a good answer. I concentrated on her body space and 
released it from our time line. She gasped as she felt the time 
collapsing around her and she winked out of existence. Her body jumped 
from one side of the kitchen to the other. Instantaneously. Her body 
again frozen with the rest of the world in time.

I left Elizabeth and Amy standing quietly by the kitchen table. I
walked 
up to the frozen woman. Her socks had materialized back on her feet.
She 
was holding the knife. No marks on her body. Happily preparing her 
lunch. Having no idea that I had taken her, broken her, tortured her. 
This woman was still blissfully unaware that she could bark like a dog 
and she still had no idea what nipple clamps were. I actually hoped
that 
she'd never find out in real life.

I kissed her time frozen hair and whispered to her. "You were fun
Karen. 
That's why I let you go. Sleep well. Say good-bye to Autumn for me as 
well." She couldn't hear me, but I just somehow wanted to leave her
with 
something.

I turned on my heel and approached Elizabeth and Amy. The girls were a 
little pale from their adventures. I touched their bare arms and guided 
them towards the front of the house. The girls walked silently beside 
me, their bare feet moving across the tiles in the silent house.