Time Out Of Time (Chapter 40) [Mf, MFf, bd, exh, sm, inc, nc]

When we entered, I noticed that the girls had managed to release Elizabeth from
her chair. Amy had dug out some CD's from her suitcase somehow and the girls were
quietly relaxing, listening to what sounded like Mozart. Christi and Amy lying
back at opposite ends of the couch and Elizabeth curled up on the floor. I
motioned for Jane to join the relaxing women as I dropped wearily into the easy
chair that had so recently held Elizabeth. Mozart crashed over me as I closed my
eyes for a second.

After a few moments I opened my eyes. Four nude women, their hands handcuffed
behind their backs. Trying hard not to attract my attention. Jane curled up on
the carpet beside Elizabeth. What the hell was I going to do with them tonight? I
was far too exhausted to torment them any further. I idly noticed how my thoughts
automatically assigned normal time to our situation. A glance out the window
would show that the world hadn't moved an inch from morning when I'd stopped it.
The bright sunshine still beaming down on the world. But our bodies and minds
appear to have some rhythm of their own. So it was nighttime. Despite what the
outside world was telling us.

Tearing my wandering mind back to the girls in front of me. I had to decide what
to do with them. Before I fell asleep. I'd been careless last evening. And I'd
almost paid the price for it. If it wasn't for Jane not quite having the courage
to continue, I'd have either found out the consequences of death in a strange
timeline or had to begin this whole adventure over again. Neither case
particularly appealed me. I'd invested a lot of time and energy setting up this
situation. And if the equations were wrong, my death could have some really
serious consequences. I had to make sure that the women were secured tonight. No
mistakes.

Jane tied the best knots out of all the women. I opened my eyes again with an
effort. I looked down at Jane. She was still breathing hard from climbing the
stairs to the penthouse suite. Her bare breasts rising and falling as she rested.

"Janey?"

"Sir?" she was pretty tired too, I could tell.

"Come here."

Jane wearily obeyed. Struggling back to her bare feet and padding over to where I
sat.

"Wrists."

Jane turned herself around and held her wrists out to me behind her back. I
fished the key out and released her slender wrists from their confinement. I idly
played with the handcuffs as Jane turned herself back around rubbing her wrists.
She had put down the nipple clamps, without permission, as she had initially
settled to the floor. I decided to let it slide. I was far to tired to even
consider punishing her. And she was too tired to take it. Last thing I needed was
really rebellious women when I was this tired. I wasn't even sure I had the
energy to stop her if she wanted to attack me, much less manipulate time.

"Jane. I want you to tie Amy and Elizabeth up."

The protests began from Amy and Elizabeth immediately, but a single weary glance
silenced them before they could really irritate me.

"How?"

"How?" my mind was really beginning to have trouble concentrating.

"How do you want me to tie them?" Jane was getting a bit exasperated. I couldn't
really blame her.

"Securely. To something."

"Together? Uncomfortably?"

"Together. Don't really care about comfort. Make them as comfortable as
practical. They'll be in it for a while."

Jane nodded wearily and wandered over to Amy and Elizabeth. She touched Amy's arm
and urging her to her feet. Elizabeth struggled to her feet from the floor. I
closed my eyes, hearing Amy's and Elizabeth's small moans over the Mozart as they
were moved into position and secured. Once I heard Amy plead, "Please sir. Please
I don't need to be tied up." Only to be shushed by Jane.

I had just about begun to doze when Jane touched my arm, almost startling me.
Christ. I had to keep my eyes open until I was done with the girls. Especially
with Jane free and about. I'm suspecting that I was really lucky that Jane was as
exhausted as I.

I snapped awake. Amy and Elizabeth were standing in the middle of the room. Hands
still handcuffed behind them. Jane couldn't have taken the cuffs off the women
anymore than she could release her own wrists when I had them cuffed. No key. Amy
and Elizabeth facing each other. Bare breasts pressed together. Soft rope holding
their ankles together. Rope encircled their ankles, knees, thighs, waists and
under their arms holding them firmly together. Their faces only inches apart. A
loose rope held their throats, and a very lax piece ran upwards from their
throats to one of the plant hooks. They'd be okay as long as they remained
standing. A crotch rope was worked around their hips, the rope running through
their vaginal lips, joining them together. All in all, a very attractive job.
They weren't going to get much sleep tonight being unable to lie down. But that
didn't particularly concern me right now. I'd give them a rest in the morning. I
was simply too tired to care.

Realizing that they were going to be stuck like that for a while, if I was going
to sleep, Amy looked at me with tears in her eyes. I handed Jane the key to
Christi's handcuffs and motioned her to free Christi. Jane padded over to her
task without complaining.

Amy, her lower lip quivering, spoke from her bonds.

"Please. You don't have to do this. I'll be good. I promise. I'll make love to
you before you sleep. I'll crawl for you. Handcuff me to something. Please. Not
standing. I'll never sleep."

I rose from my chair and walked over to the two girls standing tied together. I
just pressed my finger against her lips, and she obediently quieted. I checked
the ropes. Not tight enough to cause real discomfort or hurt their circulation.
Although I couldn't imagine the crotch ropes being overly comfortable. I looked
over at Jane. A bit surprised that she had added that touch on her own. Strictly
it hadn't been necessary. I was so tired I wouldn't have even though to tell her
to do it. Damn that girl, beginning to know me better than I know myself.
Elizabeth's face, silently pleading with me not to leave them like this for the
night.

I whispered to the girls, "Ladies. I know you are uncomfortable. Spend the night
like this. Try to sleep. Okay? If you can't I'll let you sleep in the bed
tomorrow after I wake. You'll be alright. Just quiet. I don't want to have to gag
you."

Amy just nodded. Tears spilling over her eyes. Elizabeth, just relaxed as much as
she was able. These were going to be very tired girls in the morning. I'd deal
with them then. I was almost asleep on my feet.

An evil thought occurred to me as I turned to gather up the remaining two girls.

I leaned in towards the bound girls. I gave them both a kiss on the cheek,
whispering to Elizabeth as I did so. She initially shook her head, but a quick
open hand on her backside convinced her. Tears in her eyes, she leaned her head
forward, and before Amy could react, kissed her full on the mouth. To my
surprise, Amy didn't back away from the kiss but rather returned it. Softly
crying.

Elizabeth broke the kiss and looked back at me. She said simply, "Good night,
Sir."

Amy echoed the words, quietly. I stroked their hair and whispered, "Good night,
girls."

I walked over to Jane and Christi. Both completely free of bonds and gave them my
arms. Each took one and as we passed the stereo, Jane flipped it off. Mozart
faded. Christi touched the light switch as we passed into the hall plunging the
two bound girls into darkness, each emitting a small cry.

As soon as we made it to the bedroom, I flopped down on the bed. Closed my eyes.
A moment later, I opened them. Without any instruction at all, Christi had
automatically cuffed Jane's hands behind her back. I watched wearily as she
guided the naked teen to the desk chair. Jane sighed as she sat down. Christi
knelt and quickly wrapped soft rope holding Jane's ankles to the chair legs.
There wasn't a scrap of resistance from Jane. She might have even been more tired
than I. I hadn't had to walk for what seemed like miles, hobbled and barefoot
struggling with the pain of nipple clamps.

Jane settled into the chair and closed her eyes. As I watched, her breathing
became more regular and her head fell quietly forward. I don't think I'd ever met
anyone that was able to fall asleep as quickly as she. But I guess I'd put her
through an awful lot today. Her nipples, softly moving with her breathing were
still an angry red. I felt a quick pang of guilt for causing her that pain; I
pushed it away. I guess I was just more tired than I thought.

Christi, had walked over to the bed where I was lying. Her hands pulling at my
clothes. With a little help from me, soon I had lost my clothes, idly I watched
as she carelessly tossed them about the room. Shirt over by the dresser. Pants at
Jane's feet. Shoes, at the foot of the bed.

I took a deep breath as her hands found my penis. I was ready in a second. Four
nude, captive women. Plus all the adventure today. Those poor girls tied up in
the mall. Tormenting them. The Ashley enigma. Jane's masochistic tendencies
surfacing. The lawyers. Punishing Amy and Jane. The memories flooding over me. I
was more than ready as her soft lips slipped over the head. Her soft tongue
running over the length of me. Lightly sucking. My hands resting on her hair.
Stroking her head as she used her mouth. Finally, my hips rising from the bed.
Thrusting into her teasing mouth. Climaxing. I felt her throat spasming as she
struggled to swallow everything. Breathing through her nose. Releasing her head,
letting her up.

A last wave of weariness washing over me. I struggled to keep awake as I felt her
reaching to the night stand. Sensing her gathering something up. Adrenaline. My
eyes snapped open, sure I was going to see a kitchen knife in her hands. Almost
calling up my reserves of strength, ready to freeze her. I relaxed. Two pairs of
handcuffs in her long fingers. God, I was tired.

"You don't have to tie me up, you know." But I could see it in her face. She knew
that she wasn't going to be allowed freedom this night.

My eyes closing again. I just sighed. I guess she took the sigh to mean that she
was going to be bound with the rest of the girls tonight. When I opened my eyes
again, she had handcuffed her own slender ankles together. I made an effort
worthy of Goliath and raised into a sitting position. I touched her bare shoulder
as she was struggling to move off the bed to the floor. She stopped. I swung her
bare legs back up onto the bed, taking the second pair of handcuffs from her
fingers. I snapped them around the bar of the bed foot bar and to the chain
binding her ankles, effectively holding her on the bed. Damned if I was going to
have a repeat of yesterday. Christi wasn't going anywhere tonight. I then
collapsed back onto the bed. My eyes closing for the last time. I felt her hands
gently stroking my hair as I fell asleep. My last thought before dreamland was
that I hoped that she didn't have enough strength to strangle me.

"Good night, Master," she softly said before lying down beside me. Her ankles
quietly jangling the chains holding them.