Time Out Of Time - Chapter 82 (Mf+, bdsm, exh, nc) [82/??]



"She's asleep?" Christi whispered to me incredulously.

I nodded. I couldn't see much choice. I just sat there and cradled the 
girl in my arms.

"Do we stop then?" Jane asked me. Concern in her eyes. Concern for the 
nude woman in my arms. She didn't particularly care if she got to 
continue the torment of the monster. All she cared about was making 
sure this abused creature lying in my arms was taken care of. The 
asshole would always be there.

"No. Male domination isn't really my thing," I confessed. "The only 
reason you are doing this at all is because he is such an asshole. And 
he deserves it. I was thinking of leaving him to you anyway. Go get 
some sleep myself. I'll take care of her. Somehow."

"You are going to leave us alone with him? Unbound?"

"I'm sure you'll behave."

Christi's eyes fairly shone. "You know. It doesn't seem to be quite 
fair. Us all naked and him getting to keep his clothes."

Jane nodded her agreement.

"I definitely don't want to see this. There are scissors in the 
closet. I'm sure I saw them. You don't need my permission to strip 
him."

Jane scrambled to her feet.

"Hold on a second." She stopped midstep. "I'm going to lock you both 
in here with him. You won't be able to get out. Key works both ways. 
The place is soundproofed. I can't hear you once you are locked in. If 
you let this guy free, he probably will break all your fingers and 
toes. You'll probably be dead before I ever find out you are in 
trouble. Understand? He's dangerous. Have your fun. Knock him around. 
Knock him out for all I care. But be careful. I don't want to have to 
be setting busted bones. At least not yours. Or have more than one 
girl full of bruises. Okay?"

They both nodded. I suspect they understood the danger even better 
than I. They were female after all. This guy knocked women around for 
sport. And when he got tired of them, or they finally fought back, he 
just casually murdered them.

I rose with the naked girl still fast asleep in my arms. She murmured 
something in her sleep.

"And remember. Don't kill him. Use whatever you like from the closet 
though. He used most of it on Sheila here and she survived. You two 
going to be alright in here on your own?" Christi nodded. "I'll be 
back for you later. Remember to sleep."

I made my way past Mayer. I walked up to him, still cradling his 
former slave in my arms. He looked up at me dully. Most of the fight 
left him after Sheila's kicks to his groin.

"You fucking bastard. I'm. Going. To. Kill. You. For. This." He was a 
determined asshole.

"I'd save your strength. I think Jane and Christi know what your weak 
spot is."

"I'll never give in to those fucking bitches."

"We'll see."

I walked away from the pathetic madman. I struggled with the door. 
Though she was light, the girl in my arms was awkward. I found it 
incredible that even asleep she maintained her grasp around my neck. 
Holding on to me like I was a lifeline. I took one last look in the 
room. Christi was carefully cutting his clothes off, ignoring his 
protests and insults. Jane was busy tightening his ankle restraints, 
spreading his legs further than they were. He was far too weak to 
resist. The naked women looked like they had things under control.

My eyes were closing. It had been a really full day. Most of the girls 
at least had gotten some rest, but I had been moving all day.

I carefully carried Sheila to the master bedroom. I placed her gently 
on the bedcovers and she stretched her nude body out as soon as her 
head touched the pillow. Automatically releasing my neck from her 
grasp. I found it amazing that her unconscious mind could do that. 
Know when to hold and when to let go. She was so fast asleep. She 
sighed and winced in her sleep as her injuries twinged. I walked out 
the door quietly. I had to deal with Amy and Elizabeth before 
sleeping. Jane and Christi were safely locked in the business room.

I padded down the stairs. Amy had turned off the lights and drawn the 
shades in the living room. The headphones were still on her head, but 
I noticed that the stereo wasn't playing. The red digits on the CD 
player were just softly flashing 00:00, giving the darkened room an 
eerie glow once very second. Her eyes were closed and she was 
breathing softly. Her breasts rising and falling gently. Seemed 
everyone in the house was asleep but me. I debated just leaving her to 
sleep the way she was. But, of all the girls, I was worried about Amy 
the most. She seemed to still have trouble, once in a while, accepting 
her captivity. I gently took the headphones off her head. She muttered 
something in her sleep. Sounded a bit like Elizabeth's name actually. 
She settled back down. I retrieved a set of ankle restraints from the 
equipment pack. I slipped back into the living room and knelt beside 
Amy. I carefully lifted her right leg and attached one end of the 
steel cuff to her slender ankle. I attached the other end to the leg 
of the sofa she was lying on. She never awoke. She'd be fine. I'd 
fallen asleep on that sofa. It was plenty comfortable. As I moved to 
the library, I switched off the stereo. The red lights on the CD 
player faded out to black. The eerie pulsing red illumination faded 
from the room.

Elizabeth had dimmed the lights in the library as well. There was a 
desk lamp burning on the table presumably illuminating her book. She 
still sat at the library desk, her head down using A Tale of Two 
Cities as a pillow. Her cuffed hands rested easily on the table in 
front of her. She was gently snoring.

I softly touched her on the head. She moved her cuffed hands a bit. 
"Come on Catherine. Let me sleep. Just five more minutes. Please?" 
Groggily. Catherine? That had been the feisty girl in the BMW. The one 
I'd released when Elizabeth had agreed to be my 'hostage'.

"Elizabeth?" I whispered to her. Her eyes fluttered open. She sighed 
when she realized that she was neither in her own warm bed nor was I 
Catherine. She glanced down at herself. Nude in a stranger's house.

She slowly sat up. She stretched her bound hands above her head and 
yawned.

"I can't believe I fell asleep."

"You did. And you were going to have one hell of a pain in your neck 
if I'd let you sleep here."

"You ain't joking." She felt at her neck with her fingers. Twisting 
her head trying to work out the kinks that had already settled into 
her.

"Come on. Bedtime."

"Bed?"

"Well. Sort of."

"You are going to make me sleep on the floor again. Aren't you." It 
was a statement. Not a question. Her eyes lowered. "Can I at least 
have a pillow tonight?"

"Nope. If you want, I think there will be room for three in the master 
bed."

"You're kidding."

"Why would I kid?"

"Whose the third?"

"She's already asleep. Sheila."

"I finally get to meet the mythical Sheila?"

"Maybe. Maybe I'll blindfold you."

"How kinky." She wasn't even phased. She knew she didn't have much 
control over what happened to her. And she'd much rather sleep in a 
bed blindfolded than on the floor unblindfolded.

I touched her arm. She rose obediently and shut her book. I actually 
thought I could see a faint hint of print across her pale cheek in the 
pale glow from the desk lamp. She placed the book neatly on the corner 
of the table with her handcuffed hands.

She silently followed me back through the dark living room to the 
stairs. Still bright there with the morning sun streaming through the 
skylight. We climbed the stairs. As we passed the bathroom, Elizabeth 
touched my arm.

"Can a slave brush her teeth before sleeping? Her teeth feel furry."

I nodded. "But you don't have a toothbrush." I made a mental note to 
go shopping tomorrow. Pick up some basic toiletries for the women.

"I'll just use whatever is there." I watched as she ran her tongue 
over her teeth. Frowning.

She padded into the bathroom and using both hands picked up a pink 
toothbrush from the holder. I would have guessed that it was 
originally Gertrude's. She ran it under hot water and struggled a bit 
with the toothpaste. Using both hands she brushed her teeth 
thoroughly. Either not realizing, or not caring that I was watching 
her brush. Her nudity was the last thing on her mind. She looked tired 
as well. She picked up the hairbrush and stroked it through her hair.

Finally she walked back out.

"Did I give you permission to brush your hair?"

She paled. "P-please," she stammered. "I didn't mean. I was only 
trying to make myself pretty for y-you. Th-this slave is so sorry." 
She tried to sink to her knees in the hallway.

I stopped her from going down with a touch to her bare shoulder.

"It's alright. I was just kidding."

She let her breath out. "You shouldn't do that. You scared me."

"I apologize." I actually was sorry I'd done it. But her reaction was 
interesting. Probably just overtired.

We entered the master bedroom. Sheila was still fast asleep. Curled up 
on her side. Shivering in her sleep. In the dark she just looked like 
a normal woman. Asleep. You couldn't make out her injuries.

I bent down to her. I gently kissed her forehead. She mumbled 
something in her sleep. I carefully slipped a pair of handcuffs around 
her limp wrists. I connected her ankles with another pair. She slept 
through it all. She was really knocked out. I doubted if I really 
needed to bind her hand and foot, but I hadn't really known her long 
enough to trust her. And I was going to be sleeping in the same bed 
with her. I wanted to restrict her movements in case she woke in the 
night and had some bright ideas of how to go from a monster to another 
unknown master to complete freedom. I seriously doubted that she'd 
have the courage or strength to attack me, but why take a chance? She 
seemed to be sleeping alright despite the bondage.

I idly wondered what Jane and Christi were up to. I was willing to bet 
that Evan wasn't liking it. Whatever it was. I debated looking in on 
them but decided against it. I trusted them.

"Wrists." I whispered to Elizabeth.

She obediently presented her cuffed wrists to me. I released her right 
hand and pulled her arms behind her. She protested weakly as I 
reconnected her wrists behind her back.

"Please. I'll behave. You don't have to put them behind me. I won't 
attack you. What good would it do me?"

"Elizabeth. It's just a safety precaution. I can cuff your feet 
instead if you'd like. Bring your hands back around front. Like 
Sheila."

She thought about it. "Leave them. I can live with this." She pulled 
at her wrists. Adjusting the cuff position to something more 
comfortable for her.

I carefully covered Sheila. She snuggled into the covers. Her bound 
hands grasping at the sheets. She almost immediately stopped 
shivering.

I quickly undressed. Too tired to look for pajamas.

There was tons of room in the bed. I slipped into it from the opposite 
side. Sheila's warm hip pressed softly against mine. She was turned 
away from me. Elizabeth slipped in beside me. Having a bit more 
trouble getting into the bed with her hands bound. Her head nestled 
into the crook of my shoulder.

I pulled the covers over us, tucking them under Elizabeth's chin.

She sighed.

"Master?"

"Yes?" I replied a bit sleepily.

"Can a slave speak?"

"Of course. Just make it quick." My eyes felt like they were going to 
close on their own. I was warm. I was in bed with two warm women. And 
I was tired. Problems could wait for the morning.

Elizabeth kissed my bare chest. "You know what we were talking about 
earlier today?"

My mind wasn't working quite right. Elizabeth. Sex. Her experience. 
Something like that.

"Yes. No."

She looked up at me. A bit confused. She continued along anyway. 
Determined to speak. "If I'm a lesbian or not? If. How I reacted to 
Karen? And the crop?"

"Mm-hmmmm."

"I was thinking."

"I thought you were reading Dickens."

"I was. But. That orgasm. I couldn't stop thinking about Karen. And 
everything. I'm one confused little slave girl."

"I know you are sweetheart. But I can't think right now. My brain 
isn't working. You'll be fine. I promise." I felt her pulling at her 
chains. Frustrated. Wanting to use her hands for something. "Can we 
talk about it tomorrow?"

"I guess." She seemed a bit disappointed. Frightened even. "Master?"

"What is it?" A bit gruffly.

"Please. Your slave is sorry. She'll be quiet now."

"Elizabeth. What is it?" I asked her a bit more gently.

"It's. It's just. It's Christi."

Now what? "What about her?"

"Well. Please don't be angry with me. She went to you earlier. On her 
own. Right?"

"We had some fun together. Yes." I remembered vaguely that Christi 
hadn't made it a secret that she was going to have sex with me when I 
fell asleep to Enya earlier today.

"Is it monogamous?"

"Huh?"

"Is it only her you want? That way?"

"Don't be silly. Why would I keep all of you around, naked, if she was 
all I wanted?"

"I don't want to rock the boat. That's all."

"What is it?"

"Please. Master. Don't me angry with me. If you don't want to, just 
say so. I. This slave will be quiet and sleep as she was told. 
Honestly."

"This slave is going to get punished if she doesn't start explaining 
herself."

"Please no. I don't. I can't." She took a deep breath. "I want more," 
she finally whispered.

She was talking in riddles. And I was far too tired to decode her 
talk.

"More what?"

"Ever since you made love to me that night. Then today. Forcing me to 
be with Karen. You've been bringing out a part of me I didn't know 
existed. I really hated you at first. But. I don't know what's come 
over me. My body. My. My breasts. They ache. And my stomach flutters. 
And my pussy. God. My pussy. And you. All that humiliation and pain. 
All those erotic sights I get to see. Like it or not. Even Amy, 
naked," she whispered. "I know I've already climaxed once today. Twice 
technically. But I can't seem to get my mind off sex. I. I feel like a 
high school girl. Just discovering myself and I'm almost thirty. I 
know I shouldn't. I know Christi will be jealous. But. I just don't 
have any choices. I'm sorry. If you don't want to, I'll understand. I 
didn't want to ask. But ..." her voice trailed off.

I touched her face. Wet. She was quietly crying again. I kissed the 
top of her head.

"M-master? I'd even be happy just giving you head. You don't have to 
do anything. I swear it. I'll swallow and everything. Then I'll leave 
you alone. You don't have to do me or anything. You don't even have to 
untie me."

I reached behind her and released her hands from the cuffs leaving the 
things dangling from her left wrist. "Come on then," I said to her. I 
lifted the blankets for her to get back out of bed. We could use the 
guest room. It was empty.

"M-master? Why not here?" She'd gotten to her hands and knees on the 
bed.

"Here?"

"The other night. I. I thought it was kind of different having Amy 
tied up only a few feet away. She heard everything. It. It was kind of 
exciting." I was sure her face was completely red at the admission.

I didn't want to wake up Sheila.

"Okay. But keep it down. I don't want to wake up Sheila. I have my 
reasons."

"I'll be silent. Like a mouse. I promise."

She turned herself around on her hands and knees and crawled down the 
bed until her head was between my legs. I could feel her smooth body 
pressing against my legs. She slowly and sensually took me into her 
mouth. I felt her warmth as I entered her. Slowly she swirled her 
tongue around me, achingly slow. Bobbing her head. Taking me deep into 
her mouth. Softly sucking. I lifted my head. She was lying easily 
between my legs. Her calves raised into the air, her bare feet 
crossed. If she lowered her legs she'd be hanging off the edge of the 
bed. She continued her ministrations. I could feel her hot breath 
around me, tickling my pubic hair gently. I closed my eyes letting her 
do the work. She didn't seem to mind. My mind wandered to the days 
events. Karen. Barking like a dog. The discovery of Sheila. Even the 
simple pleasure of watching the girls emerge from the shower. Wet and 
shivering. Imagining what Sheila had gone through with that monster. 
Visualizing her hanging from the eyebolts. Screaming as Evan laid into 
her pussy with his whips. Ignoring her pleading. Karen screaming and 
screaming as she was tortured. My mind flipped from image to image. 
Even falling back over the last few days. The warm mouth on my penis. 
Slowly sucking and touching me. Her fingers gently tickling my 
scrotum. Seeing images of Amy tormented. Her tongue clamped. Her bare 
thighs straining in the chair. Struggling to talk to me, to beg. Jane, 
licking her own mother while masturbating for her father. Holding her 
in my arms afterwards, crying her heart out. Frightened. Even as far 
back as Kimberly. Tied to her chair in the hardware store. Breasts 
bound and aching with the clothespins. Begging. I briefly wondered 
about Andrea and Linda, Christi's mother. I felt Elizabeth slowly 
increase the tempo, sensing that I was ready. Her mouth and fingers 
driving me nuts. I felt myself thrusting into her willing mouth. 
Exploding into her. Feeling her mouth desperately swallowing. Her gasp 
as I finally finished. I felt her tongue licking at me. Finishing. 
Cleaning me. Swallowing everything. She crawled back up and lay on her 
back beside me. Breathing hard.

I felt my eyes closing in the afterglow. No way in hell I could ever 
keep them open. The images still roaring about behind my closed lids. 
All the women.

"Beth?"

"Mmmm-hmmmm."

"You mind finishing yourself off for me. 'kay? I just don't have the 
energy. And make sure you put the cuffs back on before you sleep."

"Thank-you master," she whispered. I could faintly smell her musk. I 
knew that she wouldn't have finished herself without permission. If 
I'd fallen asleep without remembering or finishing her myself, she'd 
have just cuffed herself and suffered through the night waiting for 
morning. She had some self-control. All the girls did.

I felt her slowly moving beside me. No shame. Not self-conscious that 
she was masturbating beside an essential stranger. Her body demanding 
the release. I could vaguely see her hands touching her body in the 
semi-darkness. It didn't take her long. She was pretty worked up. I 
was still not quite in dreamland when I felt her stiffen. Her left 
hand moving from her breast to cover her mouth. She cried out softly 
around her muffling hand. Finally relaxing. Her breathing returning to 
normal slowly. I felt her turn onto her side. Check if I was still 
awake. I feigned sleep. She sighed happily and I felt and heard the 
cuffs click shut against her wrists again. She gently kissed my mouth 
and settled herself into the crook of my shoulder. Her hair cascading 
across my chest.

I reached over and pulled the covers back over us. I tucked the sheet 
under her chin again and she sighed. "So you are still awake."

"Barely."

"Thank you."

I almost felt like I should be the one to thank her. She was willing 
to give me a blow job. And excellent one at that, for nothing in 
return. If I'd fallen asleep, she would have had to stay frustrated 
the rest of the night. But she didn't seem to mind.

"Pleasant dreams."

"Pleasant dreams. Maybe you can have your next conquest make love to 
me as well ..." she said dreamily. I lay there for a few minutes. 
Thinking. Her breathing turned shallow and she slipped into sleep 
again. Sheila hadn't stirred through the whole encounter. I was aware 
of her in the bed with us, her light weight beside me, but I suspected 
that she wasn't going to be awakened by much less than a freight train 
running over her.

I kissed Elizabeth's clean red hair. "Pleasant dreams."

My exhaustion finally caught up to me. I slept.