Time Out Of Time - Volume Two Part 2

I glanced around the room. My mind was telling me that it would be more than interesting to just let them continue. Free them, without knowledge of me and see what happens. Kind of like what I did to Christi when I first found her. That turned into quite a show.

The room was large, but really didn't afford much cover. I glanced behind the drapes. The view of the front yard was spectacular. From above, the manicured grounds were quite picturesque. More so, even, than from the gardens themselves. Hiding behind a curtain, though, seemed like such a Hollywood kind of thing to do and it wasn't likely to work. d.a.m.n, it would have been nice to discover invisibility along with time manipulation. But that was pus.h.i.+ng things, I suppose.

I stepped over to the closet. Opening it, I discovered a deep walk-in closet. My eyes widened as I discovered kinky clothing by the racks. Corsets. Stockings. Racks of high heels on the floor. Lacy things. Jungle things. Thank G.o.d, Judge Wapner in there hadn't chosen to be Tarzan today. I think I would have been ill. I suddenly felt very sorry for the girl tied up in the business room. There was video equipment. Cameras. Along one wall, whips and chains to rival anything I had in my equipment pack. No crop though. Restraints. Handcuffs. Steel and leather. Hoods. This guy was equipped.

Another smaller door led to a small bathroom. The door had been locked, but the key still in my hand had opened it. Washbasin. Toilet. Shower. Nothing spectacular. Another door led into a smaller bedroom. Feminine decor. Flowery. Single bed. Writing desk. Not fancy like the other rooms. Opening the main door to the room from the inside clicked the lock on the door. It had been locked from the inside. Just one of those flimsy privacy locks used on interior bedroom doors. I opened the door and peered out back into the hallway. The last door which I hadn't gotten to before coaxing the key to the business room from Gertrude. Interconnected rooms. Cool.

I wandered back into the walk in closet through the small bathroom. Closing and locking doors as I'd found them. I wondered whose bedroom I'd just been in. Obviously the girl's. But, who was she? A daughter? Despite my tendencies towards abusing women, and forcing incest, I somehow found the idea repulsive. Sure I liked to see it, but after the fact, the women wouldn't have to live with the trauma. They'd forget everything when I returned them. I was a b.a.s.t.a.r.d, but I wasn't a total b.a.s.t.a.r.d. I wouldn't ever consider forcing a woman on the principle time line. I began to see red. Took some deep breaths. Better to find out what was happening first before jumping to conclusions.

I just shook my head. I was betting that Gertrude, tied up in the backyard, had no idea what her husband was up to in here. Ten years? I just had to get the scoop on this. I stepped back into the closet. Closed the door. I noticed that there were two small holes drilled in the door. Light was streaming through them from the room beyond. Sure enough, one could bend down a bit and place one's eyes against them and see perfectly into the room beyond. Convenient as all h.e.l.l. I was guessing that the eye holes were just about at Evan's height since I was bigger than he was. This guy had probably watched Porky's. Got off on watching her when she didn't even know he was in here. Curiouser and curiouser.

Shutting the door firmly, I positioned myself. I mentally prepared for the time s.h.i.+fts. I had to be ready in case either one of them decided that they needed something from the closet. Though, if that happened, it might just be better to let them discover me. I was going to have to take them eventually.

I concentrated and formed a large time bubble around the entire room. The girl grunted and stumbled forward. Straining against the strap around her knees. Her eyes betrayed her pain much more than any scream that she was unable to produce. Struggling in the shoes and against the strap, she finally managed to walk to the chair where Mayer sat.

He had been silent, simply watching the girl's progress. I had a perfect view of the two of them. The mirrored wall giving me a good view of both. The girl was pleading with her eyes. Tears still streaming down her face. Mayer smiled up at her. Absolutely no warmth in the smile whatsoever. She shuddered.

She bent daintily at her waist. Struggling to keep the tray level. I could just imagine what would have happened to her if she'd spilled it.

Mayer let her stay bent over for a minute, balancing the tray in her bound hands. Then slowly, an evil smile still playing on his lips, he lifted the drink from the tray. The girl straightened as he took a sip of the drink.

He grimaced. Then with no warning at all, he simply splashed the red drink into the girls face. She tried to turn away, but the drink still covered her upper body. Her face. Her hair. Her upper chest. Red. She stumbled, trying to cry out. Mayer reached out with his foot and let it kick into her unprotected side. She tried to twist away from the blow but her bound knees prevented the quick movement necessary. She looked like she was in good shape. If she hadn't been bound, she probably could have avoided it. The blow landed viciously into her side, just under the ribs, knocking the wind out of her. I could see her struggling to draw a breath through her nose. The gag not allowing her to breathe normally through her mouth. Her body lurched to the right, her feet struggling in the high heels to keep her balance.

But the shock of the drink being thrown at her and the kick finally toppled her. She fell heavily to the carpet unable to break her fall with her hands. I was surprised that she didn't break anything. She just pulled her legs up and sobbed after she regained her breath. Though I couldn't really hear her through her gag, it was easy enough to tell that she was in pain and her body shaking showed that she was crying her heart out. One of her high heels had come off in the fall, her stockinged toes were curling and uncurling with her agony. Her fingers in the gloves spasming, trying to reach her side where he'd kicked her. The tight bands on her wrists impeding her. One breast had peeked out from the bodice of the uniform. I could actually see some faded red marks on the bottom of the bared breast.

Mayer sat in the chair calmly watching the girl writhe and rubbing his crotch. After a few minutes he stood and approached the girl. The girl seeing him approaching tried to shuffle herself away. But with bound knees and wrists she wasn't going anywhere fast. She was begging through the gag.

He sauntered up to the girl and crouched down.

"Sheila. I thought I told you to bring me a b.l.o.o.d.y MARY!" The girl on the floor just lay there and cried. "You dumb c.u.n.t. Not a b.l.o.o.d.y CAESAR." I had guessed right. Mayer stood and aimed another kick at the defenseless girls stomach. She convulsed as it landed, sending her into more violent sobbing. "Can't you get anything right? Stupid dumb f.u.c.k. If you want something done right you gotta do it your-f.u.c.king-self."

Mayer pulled a remote control from his pocket aiming it at the wall. A section of the wall rotated and a mini bar came into view. I'd have to remember that feature. There was another red drink sitting on the shelf. Mayer picked it up and sipped at it. Touching the remote control again, the bar rotated back out of sight.

"Ahhh. That's more like it. f.u.c.k. I don't think you've ever picked the right one. Dumb c.u.n.t." As the judge walked back to his seat he aimed another kick at the p.r.o.ne girl. She tried to shy away but got it in her side again. She tried to scream through the gag but it just came out as a small wail. Tears coursed down through the clamato juice covering her face. She just lay there as he took his seat and watched her writhe, squirm and sob as he slowly finished his drink.

By the time he had finished the b.l.o.o.d.y mary, the girl had stopped shaking on the floor. She was trying to breathe quietly and carefully through her nose. He set aside the empty gla.s.s on the table beside the chair and spoke to her again.

"Sheila?"

She just looked at him dully.

"Christ you are dumb. I think that you need more punishment. Don't you?"

She just slowly shook her head. Still crying a bit.

"You've made a mess of yourself. You've made a mess of the floor. You wasted a perfectly good drink. And you are a worthless c.u.n.t."

She closed her eyes and nodded her head. Crying. At this, Mayer got out of the chair and crouched down by the bound girl. Being careful of the spilt drink caking her upper body he lifted her off the floor and carried her back to the chair. He somehow managed to place her, attached tray and all, over his knees. For an older guy, he was pretty strong. I'd have to be careful of that.

She squirmed and m.u.f.fled pleading noises came from behind her gag. Ignoring her protests, he casually lifted the back of her skirt and pulled her high cut panties down to her cruelly tied knees. Then, as though it were nothing, he began to spank her. His bare hand rising and falling on her upturned bare bottom without mercy. After about twenty she really began to cry, kick and struggle, but her bondage was far too tight to allow her to escape the blows. His hand at the base of the back easily holding her pet.i.te form across his knees. At a regular pace, not particularly in a hurry, he hit her. He talked quietly to her the whole time. I couldn't quite make out his words and I seriously doubt if the girl was paying any sort of attention through her sobbing. I did catch a few words. Just small phrases.

"Teach you a lesson." "Bad s.l.u.t girl." "c.u.n.t wh.o.r.e."

Finally he just gave the girl a push and she fell heavily to the ground at his feet. Crying uncontrollably. She grunted through the gag as she fell.

Finally he looked at his watch. I glanced at mine. Though it had seemed longer I'd only been watching them here for about forty-five minutes. I idly wondered what was going on in the rest of the house. What the girls were doing with their freedom. I supposed that I really ought to find out.

My eyes returned to the peep holes.

"Well, Sheila. Fun time is over. Gerty is expecting me to take her shopping this afternoon. The old ball and chain." He grimaced.

The girl just looked up with a glazed look in her eyes. The man reached down and used a small key to release her wrists from the tray. He used the same key to release the padlock on her knee strap. Her hands had automatically wound around and tried to ease the pain in her bottom from the spanking. Making a small detour to probe gently at her side where she'd suffered the kicks.

"On your knees, you f.u.c.king useless wench."

She struggled to kneel, I could see her body shaking from the abuse. He lifted her soiled hair, he used another key to release her gag, She pushed it out of her mouth with her tongue. It made an audible pop as it came out from behind her teeth. She just hung her head. Refusing to meet his gaze. I didn't blame her.

"G.o.dd.a.m.n it. Why do you always make me punish you? Jesus Christ. You'd think you'd be tired of it by now."

The girl spoke very softly into the carpet. "Please. Sir. I'm sorry. I'm just a worthless slave s.l.u.t c.u.n.t." She had almost a musical voice. But there was just a hint of something behind her docile words. A tiny element of rebellion? Perhaps it was just hate? Either way he completely missed it. If it was even there.

He reached forward and slapped her face. Hard. Her head snapped to the side with the force of the blow. She cried out softly and almost fell to the side. She somehow managed to stay on her knees.

"You are such a stupid c.u.n.t. f.u.c.k. You can't even do anything right. G.o.dd.a.m.n it. Here. Maybe you can do this right."

I watched as Mayer lowered his pants and waved a pathetically small p.e.n.i.s in her direction. I watched as the spark left her eyes and she mutely shuffled forward on her knees and took the organ into her mouth. Using only her mouth she moved back and forth on him. No real effort on her part. Very mechanical. He didn't seem to care. He closed his eyes and about a minute after she started, he gripped the back of her head and pumped into her mouth, finally withdrawing and e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.n.g. over her face and hair. She moaned and closed her eyes, allowing the indignity. I seriously doubted if she had a choice in the matter.

After he was finished he reached forward and gave her another good hard slap. She cried out again and this time fell to the floor and curled her body into a ball. He crouched down beside her and showed her his hand.

"You f.u.c.king got my hand dirty." It was covered in c.u.m and b.l.o.o.d.y caesar from the drink he'd thrown at her. It had clung there after he'd slapped her. "Clean it."

She began to cry, and he hit her again. She cringed and cried harder. "f.u.c.king c.u.n.t. Who the h.e.l.l do you think you are? f.u.c.k. Can't you do anything you're told? Christ. We had an agreement."

She finally got a hold of herself and reached forward with her head. She hesitantly stuck her tongue out and began to lick at his hand like a dog. Cleaning it.

Finally, he stood up and glanced around the room.

"f.u.c.k, this place is a mess." Glancing down at the girl still lying and sobbing at his feet. She lay almost in the middle of a large clamato stain resulting from the thrown drink. I couldn't imagine what it would take to get that out of the carpet. "I want this place spic and span for my meeting this evening. You hear? I want that uniform of your's cleaned. You'll need it for the meeting. I'll need this suit cleaned. And I'll need this carpet cleaned. Jesus Christ. You would have to get f.u.c.king b.l.o.o.d.y caesar on the carpet. And if you miss anything, I'll f.u.c.king make sure you regret it. Christ."

He began walking towards the closet. I readied the Time manipulation. About halfway to the closet he turned around and addressed the girl again.

"You understand, c.u.n.t?"

She just moaned.

"What?" He took a step back towards her.

"Y-yes s-sir." she quavered from the floor. Her small gloved hands making a warding off gesture.

This girl was going to have bruises from this. d.a.m.n good bruises too. Especially where he kicked her. The face slaps would be just high colour for a while, but those kicks were vicious on an unprotected body. I wasn't quite sure what was going on here, but I had a d.a.m.n good idea. On the other hand it could be really realistic role playing. But I doubted it. The only question was, whether to take them in real time with the gun, or slow Mayer down and find out what was happening with the girl only. She might talk to me if she saw Mayer was out of the way.

I opted to talk to the girl alone first. Mayer turned around and began to walk back towards the closet. Probably intending to change out of the soiled suit and return to "normal" life. We'd see about that routine today. His life was about to become decidedly UNnormal. No matter what the girl said.

As he turned around and began to walk back towards the closet, I isolated his body s.p.a.ce from the continuum around it and restricted the time flow to about a pace of a thousandth normal. He'd actually almost be in sync with Gertrude's time phase. Until I released him.

I took a deep breath and exited the closet.

Chapter 68.

The girl was still lying on the carpet quietly weeping. Her head covered in b.l.o.o.d.y caesar and c.u.m cradled in her arms. She sobbed, not realizing that the world had changed for her again. I could see her whole body shaking with her distress.

My running shoes were soundless on the carpet. I was right beside her p.r.o.ne figure before she realized that someone was there. She didn't even look up.

"Please no more," she moaned.

I gently touched her shoulder. She raised her head and looked up at me. She screamed and scrabbled away across the carpet sideways like a crab. Fear radiant on her face. She moved away until she backed into a wall. She drew up her nyloned knees, hugged herself and just watched me out of fearful eyes.

"Wh-who are you? H-he didn't give me to someone else again. Did he? Please don't hurt me? I have to clean up the carpet first. Please." Her breathing was really ragged. I wasn't surprised.

"I'm not going to hurt you."

"Wh-Who are you, then?" Her eyes darted to the frozen Mayer. "Wh-What happened? Wh-Why i-isn't he moving? Please."

"Is Sheila your name? Your real name?" It could have been a play name for all I knew. Though I was pretty sure that Gertrude had hollered for Sheila as I took her. At the time, I thought it was the cook.

She nodded.

"Sheila. I want you to calm down. Okay? I promise I won't hurt you." The frightened girl just nodded. "I just want to talk to you for a minute. Okay?" She nodded again. "You'll talk to me? I'll stay over here if you like." Again she nodded.

"Do you mind if I sit over here?" I indicated the chair that Mayer had tortured her from. She shook her head and then looked down at herself and realized that her panties were still around her knees and her right breast was poking out from the flimsy uniform that she had on. She swallowed and used her gloved hands to pull back on her panties, returning them to her hips. Watching me out of the corner of her eye, she carefully and slowly tucked her breast back into the bodice of the uniform. Tears were still coursing down her dirty face. I recalled the beauty that was hiding under all that clamato and tears.

"Wh-who are you?" she finally asked me.

"I really don't know anymore."

She accepted that. "What have you done with him? How'd you get in here? Did he let you in?" She had indicated the semi-frozen Mayer with a quick jerk of her head. She had tucked herself back up into a ball against the wall. She was deeply afraid. I suspect of Mayer, but also of me. She thought that I was a friend of the judge.

"Sheila. I just stumbled in here. I swear it."

"But he keeps it locked when he's *playing' or *working'. I don't understand."

"Sheila. I'm not sure you can understand. But *I* froze him. The whole world is frozen except us." I stretched the truth a bit. Sheila would meet the rest of the girls eventually, but not now. Not until she was calmer.

She just shook her head.

"Sheila. Will you come over here? I won't hurt you."

She again shook her head. I could have forced her, but I was suspecting that she was in a very fragile state of mind at the moment. Frightened badly and in pain. I'm not sure I'd be overly cooperative after I'd been beaten senseless and raped either. I decided to find out what the h.e.l.l was going on before I began to a.s.sert myself.

"Okay. That's fine. Will you talk to me?"

"I guess," she mumbled.

"What is going on here? I saw that little display out here from the closet. He was knocking you around a lot."

She glanced at the frozen Mayer and pressed her lips together. Her eyes began to brim with tears again. She hugged her knees and rocked herself.

"Sheila. Listen to me. Are you here willingly? Do you enjoy this treatment?" I had to know whether I was dealing with consentual, albeit really rough, s.e.x or abuse and rape here. I would have put money on abuse and rape.

Sheila slowly looked up at me. Her eyes blazing. "You think that I like being treating this way?" Anger was beginning to creep into her voice. "You think I like being kicked around?"

"Sheila. Please. Calm down. I don't think anything. Honestly. You have to understand I just watched some bizarre stuff, and I know some people like abuse. B&D. S&M. That sort of thing. I just want to know if that was the case here. It matters on how I'm going to treat this guy when I unfreeze him."

"You're going to unfreeze him?"

"Eventually. But he can't hear us now. And I won't be telling him anything that we talk about. I swear it."

"Oh G.o.d. Please don't unfreeze him. Are you a cop?" Hopeful.

I shook my head. Her face registered confusion. "He can't hear us?"

"No."

"Oh G.o.d. No. I hate him. I'm not here because I like it. I swear it."

"Then what the h.e.l.l is going on?"

"You'll help me?"

"Sheila. This is a very weird situation. I'm not sure what your definition of help is. But you have to tell me what is going on. Will you let me show you something?"

"What?" Suspicious.

I got up out of the chair and walked to the window. I opened the curtains and Sheila squinted in the sudden brightness. I walked away from the window and sat back down. A safe distance away.

"Go to the window. Look out."

Sheila glanced at Mayer. Still frozen. Glanced at me. I was doing my best to be non-threatening. She slowly got to her feet. Wincing. Probably at the pain in her side. She kicked off her remaining shoe and padded in her stockings to the window. She looked out.

"What am I supposed to see?"

I could see some of the tree tops from the chair if I twisted around a bit.