Time Out Of Time - Chapter 80 (Mf+, bdsm, exh, nc) [80/??]

Sheila took a deep breath, cringed again as something inside her 
twinged with the motion, and threw off the covers. They landed pretty 
much on Jane who was still kneeling on the bed beside her. It didn't 
look like the cover thing was intentional on Sheila's part. I smiled.

"Ooof." Jane mumbled as she untangled herself laughing.

Sheila swung her legs off the bed and stood on her bare feet, slightly 
swaying. I swallowed as I looked at her perfect figure. Her face 
looked like it had gone through a war. Her hair was tangled. She 
sported a number of minor bruises along her arms. Probably where Mayer 
had gripped her before I met her. Her left thigh had a yellow bruise 
just above the knee on the inside. Again, it looked like an older 
discolouration. I motioned her over and she gingerly walked towards my 
chair.

Her entire left side was purple. I closed my eyes, trying to imagine 
the discomfort that she was experiencing. The angry looking bruise 
began just below her breasts and extended all the way to halfway down 
her hip. It wrapped around to her back and touched her belly on the 
other side. A bright purple tinged with yellow.

I ran my finger slowly down the discolouration and she cried out 
softly. She didn't back away, which surprised me. I really was 
concerned that she had a cracked rib. I couldn't imagine anything else 
causing this kind of bruise. If she did have a cracked rib there 
wasn't a whole lot I could do about it. She'd just have to suffer. But 
she seemed to be in decent spirits despite the pain. Perhaps she was 
just glad that she wasn't under Mayer's control any longer.

I heard Christi whisper, "Oh my God," as she saw the injury.

Sheila spoke up. "I've had worse, you know. Don't worry about it."

I just shook my head in disbelief. I couldn't believe this girl was 
standing here, much less calmly talking about it. She must have had an 
incredibly high tolerance for pain. Perhaps she'd just learned to 
accept it during her stay with the judge. I'd seen it inflicted on 
her, but I had no idea that he'd kicked her this hard. Nobody deserved 
this. Even a dog wouldn't have been treated this badly.

She calmly continued. "Last time I had one of these, he forced me to 
crawl for him, he raped me, and then he laughed as he kicked me in the 
same place again. I think I passed out. And the next day it was like 
twice this big. And so purple. I bruise easily." Tears began to fall 
from her eyes silently as she dispassionately described what had 
happened to her. "It eventually healed. This will heal. If I don't get 
kicked again."

I closed my eyes. It was going to be a pleasure watching these girls 
go at this monster.

I rose and gently guided the injured woman from the bedroom. Jane and 
Christi just followed us silently, their bare feet whispering across 
the carpet. I leaned on the bathroom doorjamb as Sheila cleaned 
herself up. She gasped as she splashed cold water on her face. 
Gingerly drying it off. Dabbing at her right cheek. She picked up the 
brush in her left hand and was unable to raise her arm to run it 
through her hair. She transferred it to her right and raised her arm 
again. Cringing at the pain from her left side. But she managed.

I heard Christi's voice close behind. "May I?"

I nodded. Even I was having trouble watching this beautiful creature 
struggle with the pain. Such a simple task too. Brushing her hair. I 
couldn't imagine her having to do anything strenuous. Like crawl. Or 
be raped. Christi walked into the bathroom and gently took the brush 
from Sheila. Sheila gladly relinquished it and Christi began to 
carefully brush out the tangled blonde hair. Sheila tilted her head 
back and sighed as Christi took care of her. Even with all the 
bruises, all the pain, and absolutely no makeup, she was still 
gorgeous.

"You know. I was never allowed to use this bathroom. I had to clean 
it. But I wasn't even allowed to pee in here," she spoke to me. I 
could have guessed as much. Servants use the good facilities? Even 
unpaid sex slave servants? Never!

Christi finished and Sheila thanked her. She surprised me by walking 
over to me and giving me a quick kiss on the cheek. Rising up on her 
toes carefully to reach my face with her lips.

"What?"

"Because I know that you could have made me brush my hair myself. Evan 
would have."

"Oh."

"You want me to put on makeup? Cover at least these?" She pointed at 
her cheek and eye. She was still worried about her appearance. She'd 
been knocked to hell and back, and she was worried if she looked good 
enough for me.

I shook my head. There wasn't any need. I didn't mind. The bruises 
didn't particularly detract from her natural beauty. And the reminder 
of the brutality might be useful in the hours ahead.

"He would have made me." Meaning Evan and her makeup. I could have 
guessed that as well. Destroy a beautiful face, and then force her to 
make it beautiful again. So he could destroy it again. All because of 
a power trip. Bastard.

"Maybe later. You won't need it for now. You can stand to touch those 
bruises enough to cover them with makeup?"

"I've done it before."

I shook my head. "It's alright. I'm not going to make you go through 
that. At least not now."

"Okay. If you can bear looking at me."

I could stand looking at her. As I'd noted before, she still looked 
ravishing. Despite her pain and the bruises. I doubted if there was 
any way that you could completely destroy her natural beauty. She was 
in the same class as Christi and Jane. Model material. High firm 
grapefruit sized breasts. Long athletic legs. Tight ass. Long flowing 
blonde hair. A real blonde.

I guided the girls around the hallway and stopped in front of the 
business room. I had no idea what Mayer was doing in there, but I 
doubted if he was happy. He'd been left in those ropes for a long 
time. I hoped he was damn uncomfortable.

I unlocked the door. Before opening it, I glanced around at the girls. 
Sheila was shaking and Christi had an arm around her shoulders.

"I. I don't know if I can go in there."

"He can't hurt you now."

"I know. But. You don't know what went on in there. What I had to do." 
She drew herself up to her full height. Threw back her shoulders. Took 
a deep breath. "I can do it." Taking some emotional support from 
Christi's closeness.

"Okay. I'm going to talk to him first. I don't want you three to go at 
him until I tell you. You'll get your chance. He might be offensive 
towards you. Don't let it bother you. He's a coward underneath. Okay?"

The three females nodded.

I opened the door and walked in. Mayer was just where I'd left him. 
Hanging with his arms bound above him. Jane's knots holding him 
nicely. As the door opened he twisted in his bonds, looking over his 
shoulder. His eyes widened as the girls followed me into the room.

"It's about fucking time," he exploded. "Do you have any idea how hard 
this is on your arms?"

I walked in front of him. His eyes and head swiveled to follow my 
movements. I sat down in his chair and silently regarded him. The 
girls stayed out of his sight, standing easily behind him.

I spoke quietly. "I know exactly how hard that would be on anyone's 
arms. In your case, I could hardly care less."

"This isn't funny," he continued. "Let me out of this right now."

"How long have you been like that Mr. Mayer?" A feminine voice from 
behind him. Sheila. He didn't even bother to turn around. I don't even 
think he realized that his former punching bag was in the room.

"What is this? Why'd you bring back the bitches? This is between you 
and me."

"Answer her."

"A long time. Five. Six hours maybe," he gruffly answered. Still 
talking to me and not to her. "And I demand that you let me out of 
this. Fuck. I'm not a goddamn animal. Do you any fucking idea who you 
are messing with?"

"Now you know what I felt like when you left me like this for a day 
and a half. But you were kind enough to have me stripped naked and 
gave me some entertainment. Between my legs. I begged you for hours to 
let me down before I gave up and just hung there. Crying my eyes out. 
You've only been there for five hours or so. Imagine what it would be 
like for twenty-four. Or thirty-six pain filled hours. Just imagine. I 
was sure that my arms were going to fall off. Why didn't you let me 
down?"

Mayer twisted around. Finally realizing who was behind him. He sneered 
at her. "So. Cunt. Come to see me again? Just couldn't keep away from 
my handsome face, huh?"

I motioned for Sheila to join me. She carefully walked over to my 
chair. Limping. Favouring her left side. Her small hands trying to 
ease the discomfort. Pressing just outside of the purple bruise. She 
just silently stood beside me, looking at her former tormentor. She 
was shaking a bit, but she held his gaze. I was proud of her.

He spoke again. To her. "So, you worthless little slut, you finally 
called some help in. Couldn't handle my love on your own? Cunt?"

I spoke, "She didn't call me in. I just stumbled into this. Decided I 
didn't like you very much."

I could tell that he didn't believe me. I didn't particularly care.

"Well, bitch, are you happy? You belong to him now?" He smiled 
cruelly. "Like your new decorations? They're kind of pretty. They 
hurt? Answer me, you fucking worthless cunt."

I saw tears begin to form in her eyes, but she didn't back down. She 
still held his gaze. I saw Jane had balled up her small hands into 
fists behind him. She was barely keeping her anger in check. She was 
shaking; she was that angry. But she didn't go at him. Obeying.

I touched Sheila beside me. I could tell that Sheila was fighting the 
urge to answer him, as he'd demanded. She was definitely conditioned 
to an extent. But she was fighting it. Successfully.

"You know what I'm going to do when I get out of this? And I will get 
out. You are going to regret the day you were born. You think those 
pretty bruises hurt you? Try some broken bones on for size. I'm going 
to break every one of your fucking fingers. One at a fucking time. 
Then I'm going to break your toes. With a goddamn hammer. Then I'm 
going to fucking ream you until you fucking pass out, you goddamn 
BITCH."

I sat calmly through this tirade. Sheila just stood beside me. Anger 
and fear flashing across her bruised face. Her body was shaking. But 
she had managed to keep a handle on her tears. I was surprised. This 
had to be very difficult on her. Facing this guy.

I spoke gently from the chair. "Sir. There is no need to scream. We 
can all hear you just fine without it. And swearing isn't really 
necessary, is it? Now. I'd like to get something straight."

"Fuck you and the fucking horse you fucking rode in on."

"I'd like to get something straight here," I repeated, ignoring his 
blustering. "Sheila is mine now. Got it? If you want to break her 
fingers or her pretty toes, you are going to have to go through me 
first. I happen to like her body intact."

"You fucking little asshole. When I get free of this, I swear, I'm 
going to kill you." He sneered again. "And when I do, I'm not only 
going to break her fingers and toes, I'm going to break the fingers 
and toes of those bitches back there as well. Christ, I'm going to 
enjoy doing that. They look like they'd be really good fucks while 
they're screaming their lungs out." He ran out of steam again. Pulling 
against the ropes that held him.

"You know as well as I do that that is really unlikely to happen."

"We'll see."

"After I let these girls go at you, I very much doubt if you'll care 
about Sheila's fingers or toes. I suspect that you'll either be glad 
to be alive, or wishing you were dead. Her pretty fingers and toes 
will be the last thing on your mind. Believe me."

"Oooooh. Big man. Can't even deal with me himself. Has to tie me up 
and let his 'girls' do his dirty work. That's real fair. Three on 
one."

I calmly looked at him. "Let me get this straight. You blackmail a 
girl. Hardly out of college. What is she, maybe a hundred, hundred and 
ten pounds? Five foot four? Maybe five five? You keep her tied up. 
Naked. Subservient. Because you can extort her because her brother is 
an idiot and you. You claim to be a judge? Now that sounds fair. What 
are you? Five eleven? Six feet? Two hundred pounds? Two fifty? Sounds 
like a fair fight to me. Blackmail and physical size. Yeah. You play 
fair."

He gazed at me with hatred in his eyes. Realizing that he wasn't going 
to be able to intimidate me like he could the women. He tried a 
different approach.

"You know. We're about the same, you and I. You are just deluding 
yourself that you are different. Look around you. Check out the female 
flesh. Your bitches. Your cunts. Your fucking little harem. You keep 
women too. You rape them. You abuse them. Just like me. Only I was 
smart enough to only take one at a time. You think you are going to 
get away with this? You think they fucking like being under your 
power? They'll turn on you too. Just like that bitch turned on me. You 
fucking hypocrite."

Actually I knew I was going to get away with this. As long as I kept 
control of the situation with him.

"Janey? Come here."

She walked towards me, stopping on the other side of my chair across 
from Sheila. She gazed at the monster with utter disgust in her eyes. 
I noticed for the first time that the girls were about the same 
height.

"Evan? Look at her." That he didn't have trouble with. His eyes were 
glued to Jane. Traveling up and down her proud bare body. Just his 
type I would guess. Petite. Young. Smart. Feisty. And best of all, 
naked. I watched his face as he imagined what he'd do to her. To her 
fingers and toes before he fucked her. I pointed to Sheila's bruised 
face. "Evan. Pay attention, you fuck. Look at Jane, then look at 
Sheila. See any difference? I don't put these things on my women." 
Referring to the bruises gracing Sheila's body.

"So? I'm a bit rougher. Give yourself time, and you'll do the same 
thing."

"I think not. Jane? Given that you had to be someone's slave, who 
would you prefer?"

"You, of course," she answered immediately.

"Sheila?"

"Please don't make me do this." She paused. Her eyes flicking to Mayer 
then back to me. Probably still unsure if Mayer could get to her. She 
took a breath. Made her decision. "Y-you."

"Christi?"

"You know my answer." From behind him.

I raised my eyebrows at him.

"You fucking little weasel. Let me out of this." He strained his arms 
pulling at the rope on his wrists. There was no way that he had the 
brute strength necessary to part the ropes holding him. And if I knew 
Jane, there was no way he was going to get anywhere with the knots. 
Hell, I had trouble untying her knots and my hands were free.

"Care to apologize to the ladies? Especially Sheila? Might make them a 
little less angry with you."

"You can fuck right off. I have nothing to apologize for. They deserve 
it. Every fucking bruise. Especially Sheila. Fucking worthless cunt. 
Can't even fucking wear clothes. At least I dressed her."

I thought of the French maid outfit Sheila was wearing when I first 
met her. Falling out of it, was more like it. Three sizes too small 
for her. Some dress. But, I kept my opinions to myself.

"Evan? How many girls have you had here?"

"What the fuck is it to you?"

"Call me curious."

"Seven. Counting the bitch over there, eight. Mostly hookers desperate 
to keep out of jail. What are you a fucking cop? A fucking FBI agent?"

"How many have you killed?"

He sneered. "Seven." I couldn't tell if he was lying or not. I thought 
I saw truth in his eyes, but I had a hard time telling. It was easier 
for me to tell if a female was lying.

Jane bent her head to my ear. She whispered, "I think he's telling the 
truth." She shuddered. Jane was pretty good when it came to these 
things. I believed her. Thus I believed him. I was dealing with a 
goddamn serial killer here most likely. And I now knew what Sheila's 
ultimate fate would likely be if I didn't intervene for her on the 
prime timeline.

I nodded. I turned Jane's head and whispered in her ear. "Tie his 
ankles apart." She looked at me questioningly but walked past him to 
the closet to get some rope.

I held the madman's gaze until he finally looked away.

"Sheila?" he called his former slave. I wasn't sure what he was up to. 
But I was taking Jane's warning seriously. Sheila might turn on me if 
she was afraid of Mayer enough. "Honey? I didn't mean to hurt you. 
Truly."

Sheila turned to me helplessly. Frightened.

"Awful big bruises for being unintentional," I commented.

"Tell him, Sheila. Tell him that I didn't mean to hurt you. You fell 
down some stairs by mistake."

I waited wondering what she'd do. I knew what had happened. If you 
renamed his feet stairs, then the descriptions might have been more 
accurate.

Tears were forming again in Sheila's eyes. I briefly debated the idea 
of getting her out of here, before he managed to get to her. If he 
managed to regain control of her, I would have a hell of a time 
reasserting myself as her master. I didn't particularly want to go 
through that. On the other hand, if she managed to resist him, she'd 
be well on her way to recovery. To usher her out, or have her stay and 
fight him.

Jane emerged with the rope. She paused as she processed what was going 
on. I could almost see her mind working. She was still behind him 
holding the rope easily behind her, out of his sight.

Jane spoke up, saving me from making the decision. Mayer turned and 
glared at her. "Sheila. Sweetheart. Look in a mirror. That one over 
there." Sheila's mind locked onto the female voice and obeyed. Looked 
at herself in the wall mirror. Cringing at the sight of herself. "See 
that stain on the carpet?" Jane pointed to the remains of the bloody 
caesar. Sheila nodded mutely. "When we found you, honey, he'd just 
kicked the hell out of you because you brought him the wrong drink. 
You couldn't pick the right one. They were both bloody caesars. Or 
tomato juice. Or whatever the hell he put in them. It didn't matter. 
That's the point. He'd poured the thing over your head, whatever it 
was, and kicked you until you fell. He raped you. You wanted to have 
sex with him after that? Did he even ask? Then he slapped you silly. 
Look at your face darling."

Christi had walked slowly over to the weeping girl. Gently touched her 
shoulder. She continued where Jane had paused, "He did this. You think 
he didn't mean to hurt you? You honestly believe you fell down stairs? 
This is your chance to kick the hell out of him instead of the other 
way around."

I watched Christi and Jane in amazement. These naked women saying all 
the right things. Far better than I ever could have. They far better 
understood the workings of the female mind.

"You fucking little whore," he hissed at Christi. "Who the FUCK do you 
think you are?"

Christi turned to face the judge. "Your worst fucking nightmare. I'm 
going to make you wish you were never ever fucking born. It's going to 
be a pleasure to kick the shit out of you. You worm."

Jane moved slowly in front of him. Still holding her coil of rope 
loosely in her hands.

"What the fuck do you think you are going to do with that, bitch?" he 
growled as Jane moved into his line of sight with the rope.

"I've been ordered to tie your feet," she replied with hate in her 
eyes. She really didn't like this guy calling her a bitch. And he knew 
it. He was taking advantage of it. Trying to provoke her. She'd get 
her chance to get even. If she held on to her self-control.

"The hell you will. Bitch."

"I have to."

"You come within kicking distance and I swear I'll give you a kick 
that will make that cunt's ribs look normal."

I nodded to Jane. It wasn't necessary to force her to endure one of 
those kicks. She paused just outside what she judged was his kicking 
range. She silently gazed at him, almost rage smoldering behind her 
brown eyes. Waiting. I rose from the chair and walked over to him 
until my face was centimeters from his. He didn't try to kick at me. 
Knew better. "I'm getting real tired of your mouth."

"Too fucking b ... oooooooooooooofffff." The air collapsed out of him.

My right fist crashed into his stomach. I drove my left into his solar 
plexus. He looked a little like a fish out of water. Trying to 
convince his paralyzed muscles to breathe. Mouth silently opening and 
closing. I smiled and motioned for Jane to continue. I walked slowly 
back to my chair.

Jane knelt by his feet as he was far more interested in trying to 
breathe than to worry about what she was doing. Jane had wrapped cord 
around both ankles and tossed the ropes to the side before he could 
draw breath. She had scampered well out of range before he had 
recovered sufficiently to even think about kicking out at her. She 
bent to tie the cords off to spread him, as ordered, but I signaled to 
her to wait. She padded over to my chair.

"He'll resist you tying them off anyway. Wait until he's a bit weaker. 
Just tie them off loosely so he can't get an effective kick at you." I 
turned to Sheila as Jane moved off to tie off the ankle ropes loosely 
to the eyebolts set in the wall. Sheila was still gazing at her 
battered body in the mirror, tears silently tracing down her face. 
"Sheila? You want the first shot at this guy?"

She was still crying a bit. She shook her head. She'd join in when she 
was ready.

I motioned Jane and Christi. They didn't need to be told twice. He was 
still shaky from my punches, and his face actually registered some 
fear as the two girls approached him. It briefly crossed my mind that 
I was really glad I wasn't in his place. I knew these girls.