Time Out Of Time - Chapter 83 (Mf+, bdsm, exh, nc) [83/??]

Both my shoulders felt heavy. I slowly opened my eyes. I glanced down. 
A blonde head and a red one. I faintly smelled the clean scent of 
their shampoo. I could feel their gentle breathing against my bare 
chest. Sheila's handcuffed hands lying easily between us. I could feel 
the light pressure of both of their bodies next to mine.

I feared that my arms were asleep. They felt odd. Thick and heavy. I 
stirred, not wanting to wake the sleeping women. Elizabeth muttered 
something in her sleep. Sounded like "Not yet." Her unconscious mind 
interpreted the stirring of her pillow as a sign to turn over. She 
muttered something else and rolled over her bound hands, curling up on 
her right side, turned away from me. I flexed my freed right hand, 
beginning to feel the blood return. I winced as the pins and needles 
began. My mind briefly realized that the girls had to go through this 
everytime I released them from tight rope work. Elizabeth's head must 
have been pressing on a nerve or something. I didn't mind; I patiently 
waited for feeling to return to the limb.

I gently moved my right hand over and touched Sheila's shoulder once 
the pins and needles had receded. She mumbled something incoherent but 
wasn't quite as cooperative as Elizabeth. She burrowed herself further 
into my shoulder and refused to wake.

I slipped my hand under her head and gently lifted her. I was careful 
of the bruises I knew were still there. I extricated my left arm from 
below her head and lowered her back to the pillow. She unconsciously 
reached for me with her hands, but settled down into a fetal position. 
Her bound ankles drawn up. I crawled over Elizabeth and dropped to the 
floor. I carefully covered the still slumbering women back up. Sheila 
sighed in her sleep as the covers were tucked around her.

I picked up a bathrobe off the back of the bedroom door and slipped it 
around me. Probably Evan's. A bright blue terry cloth.

I carefully closed the door behind me, letting Elizabeth and Sheila 
sleep.

I padded down the stairs and wandered into the kitchen. I flipped on 
the coffee pot. The women were going to want coffee when they finally 
got up. Soon the smell of fresh coffee filled the kitchen. I was 
ravenous. We'd skipped a meal last evening. No dinner for anyone. I 
guess everyone was too tired. None of the girls had complained that 
they were hungry.

I found some orange juice in the refrigerator and poured a big glass 
for myself. I drank it in one long swallow. Tasted like real orange 
juice. Not that from concentrate stuff. In this house, it wouldn't 
have surprised me.

I padded out into the living room.

"Good morning," Amy was sitting up on the sofa. Awake as I walked in. 
"I wondered how long I was going to have to sit here twiddling my 
thumbs."

I flipped on the lights and wandered over to the window, pulling the 
shades open. I yawned and turned to the bare girl just swinging her 
legs. She still had sleep in her eyes. Her hair was a bit of a mess, 
but it looked like she had at least run her fingers through it.

"Good morning. Been up long?"

"Not too long. When did you put this on me?" She raised her right leg 
and rattled the ankle chain.

"Last night. You were kind of asleep at the time. I didn't want to 
wake you."

"You didn't have to do it. I wouldn't have moved or tried to run."

"I know. Call me suspicious."

"You still don't trust me."

"Would you?"

"I guess not. But I would have started breakfast if I had been able to 
move."

I smiled. "You can cook?"

"Not very well. Not like Christi." Her stomach growled. "God I'm 
hungry. Can a slave beg to have something more than cereal this 
morning?"

"What do you have in mind? Since you and I are the only two awake, I 
guess you get your choice this morning."

"Oh God. I'd love some of those pancakes that Christi made the other 
day. But, I can't make them like that. I'm not that great in the 
kitchen."

While she was talking I knelt down and released her bare ankle from 
the ankle restraints. She instinctively raised her right leg, bending 
her knee and placing her bare foot up on the sofa cushion. She idly 
rubbed her ankle. The steel had left a slight mark on the back of her 
leg, near the Achilles tendon. Probably just slept on it there. I 
hadn't tightened it into her skin.

I gathered the cuffs into my hands, moving to drop them back in the 
equipment pack.

"What can you cook?"

She didn't even suggest that I cook something. She just accepted the 
fact that I could force her to do anything, may as well just do it. 
Making breakfast was far more pleasant than getting whipped. She 
understood that it was going to be her job to make breakfast this 
morning. It didn't look like she minded.

"Mmmmm. I can cook scrambled eggs. And bacon. And toast. Hard to screw 
that up." He stomach rumbled again as she thought of the food.

"That would do just fine. Hope they have enough eggs."

Amy stood up. "You'll let us eat them too?"

"Yeah. You all missed dinner last night. I'm sure you are all as 
hungry as I am. Hungry girls can't perform."

"I noticed the lack of a meal last night. But you were a bit busy. I 
was afraid to mention it. I thought maybe you were punishing us." She 
spoke as we both walked barefoot into the kitchen. "What were you 
doing up there, anyway? Mmmmmmm. Coffee. Can a slave beg for a cup. 
Please. Please. Please."

"I wasn't punishing you. I just forgot. And I was taking care of a 
pest last night. And I'll get you a cup."

Confusion crossed her face, but she didn't ask for more details. Her 
face brightened when she realized that I was going to allow her the 
coffee. I'd turned on the coffee maker and I certainly didn't drink 
the stuff. It was for the girls. I opened the refrigerator and picked 
up a dozen eggs. "This be enough for you?" Amy nodded. I picked up a 
package of maple flavoured bacon as well. "Can you cook with your 
hands cuffed?"

"I guess I'll have to learn."

I walked to the bare beauty. "Wrists."

"You have to be kidding. I can't cook with them behind my back. 
Honestly." She thought I was going to recuff her. She was so used to 
being bound.

"Relax. I'm taking them off you." And I did.

Again, confusion crossed her face. But she just rubbed her wrists once 
and picked up the carton of eggs. I walked over to the coffee maker, 
dug out a mug and poured her a cup of coffee. "Cream and sugar?"

"Just cream if you are allowing me."

I smiled. She did know what to say this morning. I was in a good mood. 
I found some cream and poured a drop from the carton into the steaming 
mug. I stirred it and delivered the poison. She smiled like the 
Cheshire cat. She raised the cup to her lips and took a sip. Savouring 
the taste. I didn't allow them these pleasures all that often. Didn't 
want to spoil them.

"Oh God. That's good. Your slave, she thanks you. You said that there 
was another girl?"

"Yeah. Sheila."

"When do I get to meet her?"

"At breakfast." I settled into a kitchen chair. There were only four 
chairs around the small kitchen table.

"Hmmm. Two eggs each. That should be enough. Unless you want more for 
yourself." She knew that the girls would have to split whatever I 
allowed them to have.

"Two's fine." I watched as she struggled with the package of bacon. 
Finally cutting it open with kitchen shears and dumping the contents 
into a pan. It immediately began to hiss. She began to break eggs into 
a bowl, mixing them up with a whisk. Soon the captivating smell of 
bacon permeated the kitchen.

"She happy about being here? I guess not," Amy returned to the subject 
of Sheila.

"Actually, I think she's happier about being here than where she was 
in real life."

"She hasn't disobeyed yet then." Amy didn't realize the hell I'd taken 
the girl from. She'd find out eventually.

"You can handle this?"

"I guess. It will be ready in about fifteen minutes. You want me to 
call you?"

"Sounds good."

I took one last glance at Amy carefully turning the bacon. Trying to 
avoid the grease spitting on her bare skin. I smiled. She seemed happy 
this morning. Rested. She didn't even seem to mind her nudity.

I slipped out of the kitchen and slowly made my way upstairs. I poked 
my head into the bedroom. Sheila and Elizabeth were both still asleep 
under the covers. I left the door slightly ajar and moved around to 
the locked room.

I took a deep breath. I was surprised that I was apprehensive. Not 
sure what I'd find behind door number five. I wasn't concerned about 
Mayer. I didn't much care what hell they'd put him through. Whatever 
it was, it wasn't enough to make up for what he'd done to Sheila. I 
was actually concerned that the girls had let him go. Maybe for a 
second to retie him in another position. Maybe he managed to break 
free. Visions of Jane and Christi, screaming as he used his hammer on 
their hands and feet. Being raped by him. Finally lying in a pool of 
their own blood. I supposed that I could return them to an earlier 
time. I had marked the timeline before I left them as a precaution. It 
wouldn't cost much to return to the earlier time when they'd been 
alive and kicking. But then I'd have to kill Evan. And much as he 
deserved it, I didn't much want to do it. I hadn't had to kill anyone 
yet, and I didn't want to find out how it worked.

I unlocked the door in front of me. I held my breath.

The door squeaked open. Mayer was in the same bonds, hanging where I 
left him. His head was rocked forward on his chest. He was completely 
naked. I was looking at his back. His back and ass were crisscrossed 
with red welts. I could have sworn some of them were bleeding, or had 
bled. I moved towards him until I was close enough to see if he was 
still breathing. I closed my eyes. I would have to punish the girls if 
they'd managed to kill him.

But as I approached I could see his ribs expanding shallowly. He hung 
there either stunned, unconscious, or merely sleeping.

I took my eyes off him. I found the girls huddled together on the 
floor in front of the leather sofa. I idly wondered why they hadn't 
slept on it. It would have been much more comfortable than the floor. 
At least one of them could have slept there. If they'd each taken an 
end and curled up, they both would have fit. A little less 
comfortably, but it would have worked.

Christi was lying on her back. Her bare breasts gently rising and 
falling with her breathing. Jane's head was pillowed on Christi's left 
breast. Her brunette hair spilled over Christi's shoulder and her own. 
Jane's left arm was thrown casually over Christi, just under her 
breasts. She too was fast asleep. Her head rising and falling with 
each of Christi's shallow breaths. Christi's arms were loosely 
encircling Jane's body. Holding her. Her right hand tangled loosely in 
Jane's brown hair. The position looked odd to me. Almost intimate. But 
as I'd noted before, women often weren't as afraid of same gender 
contact. Jane and Christi had gotten along well since the beginning of 
this. In fact, all of the girls had supported one another. As if they 
were old friends. Whatever was most comfortable. They'd been nude 
around each other for long enough to feel comfortable with it, I 
supposed.

I knelt by their outstretched feet. I gently traced Jane's instep. She 
sleepily moved her foot, but didn't quite wake. I thought I saw traces 
of blood along her back. She didn't look injured. Didn't make sense.

I reached out and traced her bare instep again. This time she 
murmured, "Stop it, Darren. You bastard. Let me sleep." She tightened 
her arm across Christi in her sleep. My eyebrows raised. Who the heck 
was Darren?

I smiled to myself and did it to her again. This time she kicked out 
at my hand. I snatched my fingers from her bare foot. Her eyes 
fluttered open and she gave a startled little shout.

"Where the hell am I?" Still groggy. Her startled voice waking 
Christi. Jane's eyes scanned around the room and she uttered an 
understated, "Oh."

Christi awakened and squirmed around. Jane stretched and rolled off 
Christi and sat up.

"Not enough sleep."

"Long night?"

"Yeah."

"What was that all about?" Meaning the position they were sleeping in.

They both flushed and pressed their lips together.

"Never mind. You can tell me about it later. It's almost breakfast 
time."

Christi glanced up at Evan who still hadn't stirred. "We put him 
through the wringer."

"I can see that." The girls were stumbling to their bare feet. It 
honestly looked like they'd been through a marathon. They looked far 
more tired than Amy did. I wondered how much sleep they had gotten.

"Can I take a shower?" Christi asked, running her hands through her 
blonde hair and grimacing. It no longer looked clean and shiny like 
last night.

I shook my head. "After breakfast. It's almost ready and you don't 
want it cold, do you?"

Jane spoke up. "We get more than cereal then? Who's cooking?" Our 
usual cook, Christi was right here in front of us. "God, I'm so 
hungry."

"We going to feed Evan, here?" Christi asked.

"Are you joking?" The pig could starve for all I cared.

I grasped the girls' arms and propelled them out of the room. They 
moved as quickly as they could. Still trying to work out the kinks of 
sleeping on the floor. Jane stumbled a bit.

"You sure we don't have time for a shower?" Jane asked this time. She 
was feeling her hair. "We really need one."

"Right after breakfast."

"Don't blame us if the others complain about us." I leaned towards 
Jane and smelled her. There was a faint trace of female musk about 
her. And that wonderful smell that always seems to be a part of being 
female. But she was hardly offensive.

"Don't worry about it. You're fine. Your hair is a mess, but you can 
fix that after breakfast. I don't mind."

She shrugged. Not much she could do about it if I wouldn't let her 
shower.

"Go help Amy. I don't really trust her cooking. I have to wake the 
last two sleepy heads."

"Tell Sheila that she did good last night," Christi said over her 
shoulder as she walked down the hall. "Tell her that the bastard 
suffered."

I watched as the nude girls padded down the stairs and, by the sound 
of their footfalls sounded like they raced for the kitchen.

I walked into the master bedroom. Sheila's eyes opened as I entered.

"I woke up and you were gone," she spoke softly.

"Yeah. Couldn't sleep."

"I woke up in the middle of the night. I was so cold. Shivering. I. I 
moved over to you and shared. She won't mind will she?" Sheila glanced 
at Elizabeth's sleeping form on the other side of the bed.

I just about laughed. I was surprised that Elizabeth had stayed close 
to me all night, herself. For some reason it was cooler in this room.

"Hell no. Don't worry about that. How are you feeling?"

"A lot better. I really needed that sleep. How'd things work out? You 
know. I can't believe I fell asleep on you in there. One minute I'm 
taking out my revenge on that asshole, the next minute I'm shivering 
in this bed. And. Having to snuggle up with you for warmth. I'm sorry. 
I didn't mean that the way it sounds. You are my Master now."

"I understand. I didn't want to be in there anyway. Male domination. 
Not really my thing. I left him to Jane and Christi right after you 
passed out. So I really don't know what they did to him after I left. 
Honestly."

She nodded. "They didn't kill him, did they?" Almost a spark of hope 
back there in her eyes. I couldn't see very well in just the light 
streaming in from the hallway. She might actually wish him dead 
though.

"They didn't kill him. I checked. But he didn't look like he had a 
good time with the girls."

"I can imagine. Who is that?"

"That's Elizabeth."

"Your girlfriend?"

"She's another slave. Definitely not my girlfriend."

"Oh my God. You mean there's more? Christi and Jane aren't it?"

"No. There's one more as well. Amy. She's currently cooking our 
breakfast."

"You're kidding."

"Have I ever kidded you?"

Sheila seemed to be a lot more comfortable around me. I guess since 
we'd slept in the same bed and I hadn't raped her. She was perhaps 
feeling a little safer and less vulnerable. Maybe she had shed some 
emotional baggage from her healing activities last night. Perhaps her 
bruises just weren't causing her the same level of pain. Constant pain 
can do strange things to a person.

"No. But I think I'm hungry."

"I'll bet."

"Can we please take these chains off me? I don't think I have the 
strength to attack you, much less hurt you."

I smiled. I'd forgotten that I'd cuffed her last night. She was still 
mostly hidden beneath the covers. Her hands and feet included.

"I'm sorry. I forgot. Of course we can take them off."

I lifted the covers off of her. She shivered slightly, but held up her 
hands. I unlocked them. I still couldn't see what her condition was. I 
wouldn't be able to tell until I turned on the light. She shifted 
around and gave me her feet. I took the handcuffs off her ankles as 
well.

She sighed. "I was kind of surprised when I woke up in the middle of 
the night and found myself in handcuffs. It shouldn't have surprised 
me. You have no reason to trust me yet. They didn't hurt or anything. 
But you didn't have to restrain me. I wasn't going anywhere."

I nodded. The girls, for the most part were good. Apart from Jane, 
they had never risked attacking me while I slept. And Jane hadn't gone 
through with it. Didn't even know that I knew.

"I'm going to wake up Elizabeth." I walked around to the other side of 
the bed. I gently touched Elizabeth's hair. Smoothed her bangs back 
from her face. Her eyes opened. Not startled. Looking rested.

"Time to get up?" she inquired.

"Yup. Breakfast is on. Give me your wrists."

I heard her stomach rumble under the covers. She quietly turned over 
presenting her cuffed wrists to me. While I unlocked her, she noticed 
that the other woman was awake.

"Hello," Elizabeth greeted her a little uncertainly. "You must be 
Sheila."

"Yes. Good morning." All civilized. As though there was nothing 
strange about sleeping in the same bad when they had never even met. 
Naked. Handcuffed. Sharing the bed with a strange guy. Even sharing 
his body heat. These women. Such a different world they lived in. I'd 
never figure them out. I swear.

"I'm Elizabeth."

"I know. He told me."

They lapsed into silence. Elizabeth's hands clicked free.

"You ready for lights?" I asked them. I walked slowly over to the 
light switch.

"Yes," from Sheila.

"Don't you dare," from Elizabeth.

Smiling, I snapped them on. Sheila blinked rapidly, but she'd been 
awake a lot longer than Elizabeth. Her eyes adjusted quickly. 
Elizabeth just squeezed her eyes shut and moaned. Shielding her eyes 
with her hand.

"You can't do that to a girl before she's fully awake."

"You were awake. And besides which. You know fully well that I can do 
anything I want to a girl. Awake or not." I grinned playfully at her.

"Shut up," Elizabeth mocked me. She was just playing.

Sheila swung her legs off the bed and climbed to her bare feet. Her 
fingers reaching up to run through her tangled hair. She winced as she 
straightened.

Her bruises were as bad as yesterday. Her side was still that nasty 
purple colour. Her face still had the mottled reddish bruise on her 
right cheek. That bruise, perhaps looked a little better. Her eye 
looked a little worse. She gently touched her left side and softly 
cried out. She put her hands down at her sides and simply waited for 
Elizabeth to rise.

"How do I look?" she asked me.

"Like you've been dragged through a hedge backwards." I returned to 
the doorway by the light switch waiting for the girls.

She smiled at the expression. "I'll look better after a shower."

"After breakfast."

Elizabeth had finally managed to stop blinking. Her eyes adjusted to 
the higher light levels. She glanced at Sheila and gasped. She was on 
her feet in a split second.

"You fucking bastard," Elizabeth practically screamed at me. "How 
could you do that?" Her bare feet pounding on the carpet as she 
launched herself at me. Her fists driving into my chest. I stepped 
back and grabbed her wrists. Stopping her from continuing her assault. 
Gently.

"Calm down. Calm down."

"You filthy fucking animal. How could you do that to her? What did you 
do? Use her as a fucking punching bag? Jesus Christ. Look at her. 
Nobody deserves that. Holy Christ. Look at her." She was in tears. 
>From frustration. Horror. Fear.

"Elizabeth."

She paled. Horror crawled across her face. Her eyes brimmed with 
tears. Knowing what she'd done. It didn't matter what I did to any of 
them. It never justified trying to hurt me. Those were the rules. And 
she knew it.

"And I fucked you last night. Jesus Christ. You are a monster." She 
slowly sank to her knees. Frightened. Realizing what she'd done. 
Knowing that she'd be punished for attacking me. For screaming at me. 
For swearing at me.

"I am a monster. And you are right. Nobody deserves that. Elizabeth. 
Honey. I haven't touched her."

Elizabeth looked up from her knees. Wanting to believe me but not 
quite being able to. Wondering why I wasn't angry with her.

"It's true. He hasn't touched me, Elizabeth. He's been nothing but 
kind to me. He freed me. Thanks for coming to my rescue though."

"What?" I could see the confusion spreading across Elizabeth's face. 
"How?"

Sheila walked carefully across the room. Favouring her left side 
still. She slowly sank to her knees. Held Elizabeth's face in her 
hands.

"Christi and Jane explained to me what this place is all about. The 
time stuff. I don't understand it. But I don't need to. This guy. Our 
Master. He isn't the only one that likes to hurt women. He's not 
unique in the world. Christi and Jane told me that he does unspeakable 
things sometimes. But not like this. Look at me. This was done before 
he came and took me away. He didn't do it. You know that. In your 
heart. My. My former master. He was. Rough. Rougher." She pointed at 
her body. Her left side. "Evan. That's my former master. He kicked me 
here. Twice. He slapped me here. Hard." Her right index finger circled 
her right cheek and eye. "God it hurt. I know it looks bad, but I'm 
used to it. He saved me from this. I swear to you that he hasn't 
touched me. I swear it."

Elizabeth began to cry, her bare body shaking on her knees. "Good God. 
Look at you. You mean. This happened to you in real life? Oh my God. 
You'll never forget this?" Sheila shook her head. Tears beginning to 
fall from her eyes as well. Elizabeth looked back up at me. "Oh God. 
This. This slave is so sorry. She presumed. She. She deserves 
punishment. Please forgive her." She reached out and softly touched my 
leg with her hand. "Please."

I touched the women's shoulders, urging them to their bare feet. I 
spoke reassuringly to Elizabeth. "It's okay. I understand. I wasn't 
thinking how you'd might take the sight of Sheila here. My fault. She 
looks like she's been through a war or something. Doesn't she? Can't 
really blame you for thinking it was me. And if you weren't horrified 
about this, I'd think something was wrong with you. I'm not going to 
punish you. You actually did the right thing. If I ever do this to 
anyone I'm going to keep, I'm giving you permission right now to take 
your anger out on me. Understand?"

Elizabeth nodded mutely, tears still flowing. Confused. I stroked her 
tangled hair.

"Still regret making love to me?"

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean that."

"You did. And I understand."

"No. I don't regret it anymore." She moved towards me. A bit 
hesitantly. She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a big hug. 
"Thank God you didn't do this." Her body shook a bit.

I kissed the top of her head and she managed to control her crying. 
Sheila stood uncertainly watching her sister in captivity and I 
interact.

Elizabeth sniffled and reached up on her toes to give me a kiss. 
"That's for helping her instead of hurting her."

Jane poked her head in the door. A whirlwind of brunette. "I'm sorry 
to interrupt your little party here, but didn't you hear me hollering 
for you? I've been yelling for like five minutes. Breakfast is ready."