Orgasm In Time

An inspiring lady once wrote;

Only those who've ever engaged in the magical pleasure of restrained sex, will be able to comprehend the magnitude of the unpreventable orgasm.

Chapter 1.

Nurse Lily suffered with a phobia that gave her an overwhelming sense of anxiety when any external influence caused her loss of self-control. Drugs and alcohol were workable but the involuntary primal response to orgasm during sexual intercourse, proved to be something which needed taming. The outcome of rapid spasmodic muscle contractions around her pelvis when reaching her peak instigated such an extreme reaction that it gave concern about her partner's tolerance to standing for it.

Her latest experience saw her lashing out with her hands to push her boyfriend off after his delayed ejaculation during the latter stages of a drunken sexual encounter. Embarrassingly, her screams could be heard through the thin walls of the flimsy apartment building, encouraging the couple to look for a more suitable place to live if they were to build on their relationship together.

Driving to and from work occasionally took her through a historic village called Hexcross, which dated back centuries to a time further than records could be traced. Since childhood Lily had taken a liking to the location, situated between two cities in the north of England where her grandparents once lived and her parents were married. This slowly expanding settlement housed only a thousand people, but invited tourism from far around because of the folk law and legends it had become famous for.

The conversion of an old mill, dating back to the 1700's had substantial walls and flooring, especially the available ground floor apartment at the rear which had its own private, non-communal entrance.

Through a heavy wooden door, they walked along a well illuminated, whitewashed arched brick corridor, towards a much smaller wooden door, which the estate agent ignored and turned right into the vast opening of the lounge, to overwhelm them with the grand arched windows along one wall to the right hand side.

The high ceiling and the open plan kitchen, enticed Lily towards the grand open staircase leading to the bedrooms, leaving Sam standing fast.

"What's in this room we just passed?" He asked, turning and pointing to the smaller doorway which the salesman had purposely ignored behind him.

"Yes." The man agreed, "Take a look, it used to be a rather large store room. I was going to show you on the way out."

Sam cracked the door handle, only to be rushed passed by the agent, who wanted to be the first one in, to turn on the lights and sell the place to them. "This room would make an excellent office." He said, "Having no neighbouring rooms above or around, it's a soundproof and eerily hypnotising place."

Sam stuck his head out and invited Lily to come and join the two of them.

"There are no actual records of what this room was built for, but being dug out into the hillside, we can only assume it was some sort of cold store for food or even ice maybe."

Lily heard his commentary and ducked slightly to enter the round, windowless room. "Oh wow." She almost gasped, looking up at the domed block built ceiling, matching the whitewashed walls of the corridor they'd first entered through.

Sam looked at Lily and gauged her reaction. "Sound proof." He winked at her.

"We'll take it." The trembling blond girl said to the man with the clipboard, sealing the deal without negotiation and turning back to Sam to confirm her excitement at buying their first place together. If they were alone, the couple would have made love on the cold stone floor right there, but the presence of the third party salesperson kept them from acting so irresponsibly.

The rest of the afternoon gave Sam and Lily time to have an exploratory walk around their new village, taking in the sights around them with a stroll across the ancient packhorse bridge that had been bypassed a few hundred meters away to preserve it from modern day traffic.

Calling into the old Inn house for a drink, they spent time in a room decorated in history, telling the story of Hexcross, showing maps and old photographs or anything else volunteers had donated to them.

Lily looked over Sam's shoulder as he read the shocking story of an unnamed woman who'd been the unfortunate victim of the witches' court trials from over 400 years prior.

Legend had it that in the early seventeenth century the accused Witch cast a spell, leaving a curse behind to protect future girls or women, if any of them were to be brought to the place she'd built and where she'd eventually been tortured and condemned to her fate.

"ANY MATRON PRECEDING ME IN THIS CHAMBER,

BE GRANTED UPON RAVISHMENT,

POWERS OF UNSPEAKABLE NATURE."

The account had sketchy evidence but described how she nearly escaped and how her failed attempt led to her being strangled to unconsciousness, then burned in front of the villagers, to prove her destruction.

"Bloody hell." Sam shivered, "Glad we didn't live in those times."

"I know." Lily replied, "Are to be granted upon ravishment, powers of unspeakable nature?" She asked, reading for herself what Sam had already seen. "Whatever that means, she sounds like an intelligent woman for those days. No wonder they thought she was a witch."

Sam raised his eyebrow. "Do you think you should be worried about moving here?" He said, receiving a playful slap on the arm before turning to a gold coin with a picture of a hoard of hundreds more next to it in a glass display cabinet.

Finding out from the bar man that the hoard of thousands of coins were Viking, spurred Sam on to brag about his Nordic ancestry, pointing out his own blond hair, naturally being a shade lighter than Lily's.

"So that room has a curse does it?" Lily asked.

"Not the room." The barman replied, "No one actually knows where the spell refers to, but some of the barmaids have unsuccessfully tried it out in the cellar over the years." He joked.

Two months later, the excited couple were in their new apartment, each unpacking boxes until late at night when they eventually gave in, to trying out the soundproofing of their stone walled bedroom for real.

Lily promised not to get too excited too quickly, but once screaming as loudly as she could, she had to push him off as the intensity of her climax, overpowered her incessant urge to remain in control of herself.

"Sorry." She panted. "Give me a minute and I'll make it up to you."

Sam lay back on the bed, resting on his elbows as Lily's lips finished him off, in an apologetic attempt for spoiling the first night in their new home together. Moving his eyes up from the curvature of her hips, to the walls around him, he noticed a rusty ring hanging from a link of metal embedded in the brickwork above a large flat naming stone, which gave him an idea.

"What if I were to tie you up so that you couldn't fight me off?" He asked, seemingly out of the blue.

Although his words stunned Lily, the feeling of his sudden throbbing in her mouth told her of his thoughts on the matter, allowing her to quickly complete her apology with a smile and a dribble of cum over his balls.

"Possibility." She replied, looking towards the solid oak runners making up the headboard of their bed. "We could try it using some kind of safe word." She picked up his boxer shorts and casually wiped her chin.

"Maybe not." He corrected her, taking his underwear from her hand to mop up the spillage from his balls and the bedding below. "I think you'd be tempted to use it prematurely."

She smiled and lay next to him, facing the unique tattoo he had on the side of his pelvis.

Utilising the first day of a week off from the hospital in the city, she went through with her ambitious committal to her boyfriend by getting a matching tattoo on her hip of the red, sideways love heart that Sam had on his. She wanted the pinnacle at the bottom orientating towards her front, so that the heart would be the right way up, if she were to lay on top of him, and point towards his.

Oblivious of her intentions, Sam visited the hardware store to pick up essentials for their new home.

Thinking back to his conversation from the night before, he paid significant attention to the selection of white cotton rope on display, which required cutting to length for whatever purpose the purchaser had in mind.

Later that evening, Sam and lily visited their local village pub to get to know people and introduce themselves into the neighbourhood. The night went a little too well, with Sam drunkenly confessing to buying a length of rope without her consent.

Stumbling past a takeaway restaurant, he announced his undying love of crispy pulled chicken on a bed of pitta with garlic and mustard sauce. Lily laughed at his unusual disclosure and announced her undying love for him and how she wanted to get home and try out that rope.

Sam's head could think of nothing else. His eyes pictured her body under the white dress she wore, as she ran ahead over the ancient packhorse bridge, teasing him with submissive mannerisms of her wrists together above her, so he would chase her home.

The beautiful Lily looked so sexy drawing the bleached cotton rope between her fingers. "Hurry up." She told him as he dried his hands and rushed to remove his jeans.

The short walk around the bed gave her enough time to admire his matching tattoo.

On the bed, their passionate kiss ended with him straddling her chest, having a knee in each armpit whilst tying her wrists either side of an oak upright of the headboard.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" He pre-warned her. "You know how crazy an orgasm makes you and you know how long I can last when I've had a drink."

Nervous but immensely aroused she replied, "Why don't you gag me as well?"

Too turned on for any more distractions, Sam ignored her suggestion and raised her dress, to remove her underwear before laying on top of her defenceless body and unwittingly entering the next chapter of their lives.

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When the negative energy produced during a man's overpowering act of forced sex, clashes with the unstoppable positive electricity of a female's forced orgasm, nature's love harmonises for that moment in time, ensuring only euphoria can be to blame for the continuation of evolution.

Sam's damp hair falling forward of his eyes didn't matter as he kept them closed most of the time, only blinking open for a moment to glance at her wrists pulling hard against their bonds as she became vocal underneath him.

In what seemed to be a dream, her organs began to pull her body towards her middle, liquidising the bones at her extremities, allowing her wrists and ankles to vaporise into a mist, quickly swirling into a ball of infinite mass and reducing to the size of a pea before imploding into the wormhole of time with an instantaneous snap of a firecracker.

Feeling her movement beneath, he raised himself, not noticing how she'd managed to turn over with her arms by her sides when the re-emerging effect of her disappearance ended as instantly as it had begun, within the same crack of the air.

Springing out from the dense tiny ball into reality, the unrestrained, struggling girl tried to fight him off, without success as he raised her arms above her head once more and continued his consensual assault from behind.

The stench and mess of hair facing him from the back of her head, told him that Lily had already thrown up, but instead of stopping, he decided to push her to the limit and see how far an orgasm would take her.

Holding her defenceless arms above her head, he eventually heard her cry out as the second wave of ecstasy turned her body back into a spinning vortex of energy, where she then recovered in tears, curled up in a ball on the mattress next to him.

"ENOUGH!" She screamed.

"Hey, I'm sorry." Sam tried to comfort her by standing and giving her space without touching her.

"HAVE YOU FUCKING DRUGGED ME!"

"No. I promise I haven't."

Speaking to the back of her head, he thought it strange how her long blond hair looked straight again, prompting him to check the pillows for evidence of the source of the putrid smell of sick he'd encountered moments earlier.

Turning back to question her, he noticed traces of dark red streaks on the rear of her dress as she stood and ran out to the bathroom.

"WAIT!" He called after her.

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Before the introduction of road tax, the trail over the packhorse bridge had a spiked gate to turn travellers around or pay a toll. This gave way to the term Turnpike, or turnstile, which became the name of many such route, especially the ones where a horse and cart had to cross a river. This sixth crossing became known as Hexcross, and with the hospitality of the Inn, providing food and rest for the night, the area attracted people and steadily built up into a self-sustaining community.

In the year 1590 a village woman gave birth to twin daughters, only one of which, Madeline, would survive to the age of nineteen, who, living under the same roof as her abusive uncle, had argued with him one day and thrown an empty cooking pot in his direction. Facing punishment at the hands of the magistrates, out of spite, her uncle added witchcraft to the accusations, requesting she be interrogated by telling his lies about what he'd seen her putting in his stew.

Starved and tortured as a prisoner with her arms manacled above her head, she had to submit to the abuse of her three jailors.

The young men took it in turns to experiment with their bravado and built up sexual demands, assuming they would get away with anything once they'd extracted a confession and obtained a conviction.

The shock and upset of her first sexual assault prepared her for the second man's ordeal, who's physique and stamina forced her body to give in to an orgasm, sending her head woozy and causing her arms to loose substance, by turning into mist and disappearing in a spinning ball of mass, re-emerging on the floor in a heap of broken woman.

This magical transformational escape from her locked shackles convinced the men of her spellbinding guilt, enough for them to lock her in the dungeon's pillory, lift her surprisingly laundered futuristic dress and whip a confession out of her. The denied second jailer finished off the assault he'd started, then handed over for the third man to have his wicked way with her powerless bent over body. The release of energy during her forced orgasm, opposed some kind of entity in the room, dropping her to the floor, free of her bonds once again, within the instance of a cracking sound equivalent to that of the motionless whip they'd been using.

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The steel core near the centre of the earth, acting against the magnetism of the molten iron flowing around the fluid magma in this outer core, creates natural electrical currents, which reach the surface of the planet, giving us our magnetic north and south poles. Unexplored and undiscovered, the village had a vein of iron ore embedded in a fracture of rock seam, 32 miles long, stretching from the surface of the earth, deep down into the outer core below the planet's crust.

Holding back the magnetic equivalent of a lightning bolt, the termination at the concentrated point on the end of this natural iron electrode, needed only a tiny amount of energy to encourage it to breech the resistance of the stone above it and initiate a total discharge. Situated just below the brick flooring of the very dungeon that had been cursed by the knowledgeable witch years before, it could create a burst of energy enough to produce a phenomenon that had strange, supernatural effects.

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"I don't want to talk about it." Lily said to Sam, "It was awful. I was facing a wall of cold grey bricks, with flagstones on the floor. It was quite dark, but whatever they were burning smelled of cooking fat and gave off enough light for me to see the state of the place."

"But what about your back?" He asked, "I never touched you."

"It smelt so bad." She continued, "I was in a cold room, there were three of them, it was dark with lamps burning. It felt like the men picked me up off the floor and put me into some kind of stocks, then started whipping me. It didn't hurt then but now I can feel it." Lily began to snivel. "I couldn't see, but I was bent over and being persistently fucked from behind with my hands locked in the stocks in front of me."

Lily looked up at her boyfriend. "Please tell me I'm not going mad?"

"You're not. I was here with you all the time, nobody put you in any stocks, we were just shagging and you managed to pull your wrists free of the ropes." Sam argued. "Those weren't stocks, that was me holding your arms above your head and taking you from behind. I agree that this garlic mustard does smell a bit sickly, but let me assure you there were no drugs involved, and you were always here safely with me."

Lily kicked the door of the bathroom shut to sob in anger at her own body's inability to handle an intense night of sex.

The harsh doubts that her red marks and her account of how they got there put in Sam's mind, coupled with the strange smell of none existent sick he'd experienced, frightened him away from forcing her into going too far again. In an act of his own apology, he coiled the rope up and threw it into the rubbish bin, never to be used or mentioned again.

Six months would pass with the couple refusing to speak of that experimental night, but still continuing to have regular sex regardless, whilst respecting each other's boundaries and wishes.

A fancy dress evening in the local pub, welcomed Batman Sam and Cowgirl Lily into the plentiful random characters of the village's Friday night's joviality's. The tall, masked Sam became separated from his partner Lily for a short time, only catching up with her once he needed a drink, assuming she would be empty too.

Drunk and chatting openly to each other, Lily noticed that Sam couldn't take his eyes off the set of shining handcuffs dangling from the belt of a New York cop, who stood talking to Princess Lea and Wonder woman, looking as though they were waiting for a friend to return from the bar.

"Do you think their real?" She asked.

"I wasn't looking at her tits." He snapped quickly back in response.

"I know. You're looking at those handcuffs aren't you?" She replied. "I know what you like."

After a brief moment of thought staring into his mask, Lily smiled, "Come with me." She said dragging him over to join the drunken threesome.

Lily Introduced herself and Sam as newcomers to the village, directing her attention towards the two girls who seemed most interested to learn all about the couple.

As Sam acquainted himself with the only other man of the group, Lily interrupted, drunkenly loud, where people within the vicinity could hear. "Has he asked you if he can look at your handcuffs yet?"

Glad of the mask, Sam went quietly red and laughed at her blazon approach to these fellow friendly villagers, regardless of them still being strangers.

The girl dressed as Princess Lea turned to the cop, who must have been her partner. "I told you bringing those things out was a mistake." She said, referring to the embarrassing awkwardness of Lily's loud, intoxicated remark drawing attention to the cuffs.

"Sam has a phobia of prisons you see." Lily lied, "And he knows that I would love to borrow them for the night, to teach him a lesson."

Wonder woman stood wide jawed with her empty drink, not knowing where to put herself, until Princess Lea broke the silence by laughing in sympathy with Sam and lifting the handcuffs from the cop's belt.

"These handcuffs?" She said, holding them up in front of Lily's face. "I'm sure you can borrow them if you buy him a drink." She told Sam, dropping the lower cuff onto Lily's left hand. "And you can borrow the key for another." She laughed, inviting all to join in before concluding. "And keep them for the rest of the weekend if you want, because I'll be dammed if this man thinks he's using them on me."

The five of them laughed, giving Sam a chance to speak. "So that'll cost me a double round then?"

"Bloody hell. For the price of a double round you can have them." The cop bargained, knowing he'd be more than making a profit if this were to happen.

Lily's face flushed with seriousness as Princess Lea coyly stuffed the two metal hoops into the back pocket of the cowgirl's cut off denim shorts.

"We'll give you the key when you return from the bar." She covertly ordered Sam, insisting that he buy them all a drink right now.

In his absence, Lily made better friends with the two women, telling the hairdresser and solicitor how she worked as a nurse in the city and had moved here in the winter when they fell in love with the village. The cop turned out to be a joiner and the partner of the hairdresser who were out with her sister whose husband worked away.

As soon as Lilly and Sam's drinks were empty, Lily made her excuses and reminded the cop about the key because they had to leave. Being so obvious what Lily had in mind, the cop took a single key from his pocket and handed it over to Sam.

"Don't be so presuming." Lily said, intercepting the transfer of the key from one man to the other and slipping its discrete form down it into the tightness of her empty back pocket, opposite the bulging cuffs they belonged to.

"Get you girl?" Wonder woman laughed, encouraging Lily's girl-power and confidence.

"See you around guys." Lilly said, announcing their departure, "But you might not be seeing this one."

The five laughed and said their goodbye's as Sam ushered Lily out of the door as fast as he could.

"What the fuck was that?" Sam scolded her. "Are you mad? They'll think I'm a proper deviant now."

Lily pulled the handcuffs from her back pocket and tempted him by rattling them as she ran over the packhorse bridge towards the privacy of their soundproof bedroom. "Good. So come and prove to me how much you are."

Lily didn't even remove her boots, she dived backwards into the cloud of eiderdown feathers within the duvet cover on the bed and unfastened her shorts. Raising one knee up to her chest, she regretted committing to fighting the leather cowgirl heal of her left foot through the tight denim, whilst Sam stepped out of his costume tights. Keeping his mask and cape on, he pinned her down to the bed before she could attempt to tackle the other foot, and twisted her shorts out of the way around her thigh, as he lay on top of her.

The handcuffs were on the bed, sliding along the quilt cover into her leg, within easy reach next to her. Picking them up in her right hand, she closed her eyes and groaned, "Come on, I know how much you want this."

Taking the handcuffs, he ratcheted them both open, before quickly closing the first one around her wrist.

Lily raised her arms so he could lock the second cuff and trap her other arm around the middle post of the oak headboard.

Sam took a moment to look over the top of the bed and adjust the cuffs slightly tighter than their comfortable fit, so that there would be no chance of her pulling herself free like the trick she had done with the rope he'd used on her before.

The feeling of magic began to swirl inside her as she allowed the love of her life to take full control of her pleasure. A few drinks meant that Sam could last longer than normal and not be a good match for her level of arousal if she were to try and hold back from any orgasm.

As she screamed in ecstasy, Sam felt his semen train begin to pulse.

With the sound of a loud crack, something shocking happened, enabling Lily to magically escape her cuffs and push him off.

The familiar putrid smell, and the mess of blond hair, shocked him into readily jumping up off the bed and stepping away from what could only be seen as an intruder, when he assessed the situation.

This seemingly distraught girl in front of him must have conspired with Lily, to take part in some kind of practical joke, by swapping places, which had clearly gone wrong.

"I don't want to die." She strangely cried out.

"How the hell did you do that?" Sam asked.

The obviously terrified girl looked up at him, to see a black face mask, wearing a black cape, naked from the waist down, with a dribbling semi erection pointing towards her.

"Are you a dark angel?" She asked, swallowed within the softness of the white bedding, taking in the scene of the white walls and white ceiling with the brightness of the light bulb illuminating the whole room.

Sam ripped his mask from his face and ran through the apartment, looking for Lily. "LILY!" He shouted, "LILY!"

Back in the bedroom the smell and state of the girl's hair jogged his memory, reminding him of the last time sex with Lily had gone wrong, making him even more frustrated to find out what was going on.

"Where's my Lily?"

"Who?" The girl replied, now standing on her feet at the side of the bed.

Sam removed the cape and jumped into a pair of jeans.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"I'm Madeline." She told him, "Is this heaven?"

"No this is my apartment, and I want to know why you're in it?" Sam reached down over the back of the headboard and picked up the fallen handcuffs to check for signs of quick release trickery without the need for a key. "Madeleine who?" he asked, "Where the fuck did you come from?"

Throwing the shiny handcuffs onto the bed, caught Madeline's attention.

"It's just Madeleine, from Hexcross." She told him. "Am I dead?"

"Are you what?" he asked.

"Where is this place?" she replied.

"You're in Hexcross." He told her before she cut him off.

"I never was a witch you know." She said. "My uncle is a bad man who just wants to get rid of me."

"Why are you talking about witches?" He shouted.

"Because I demand to plead my innocence to the king." She announced.

"What the hell are you talking about. The King?"

"King James." She replied, giving Sam an answer that frustrated him even more.

Without speaking he headed for the front door of the apartment and stood out on the street, looking up and down the road for any signs of Lily.

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Alone, and sexually abusing his prisoner, the late sixteenth century interrogator received the shock of his life when Madeline's captive arms thinned into mist and pulled out of her shackles, then her body imploded with the sound of a firecracker into a curled up ball on the floor. The dirty white dress he'd been holding up, out of the way whilst fucking her, had transformed into an amazing red patterned shirt, with her wearing calf length cowgirl boots decorated with patterned stitching on their sides and a pair of light blue shorts wrapped around Lily's leg.

The speed, sound and most of all the shock of this spectacular event forced the young lad to run from the interrogation cell, along the arched corridor, towards daylight without ever looking back.

The leather belt around the waistband of her open shorts added to the weight that held them on the ground when she first stood to gain her composure. Bending and stepping back into her clothing, she fastened herself into what little dignity a cowgirl costume could provide, before running after the man who led the way.

"SAM!" She panicked, looking around their dimly lit bedroom, to see a scene of unfamiliarity in comparison to when she'd last blinked her eyes open. Assuming the obvious scenario being of the building works above their apartment collapsing, encouraged her to run in the direction of the only other survivor who now fumbled with keys to a barred gate ahead of her.

The outside view from the arched tunnel revealed quite a calm and placid scene of greenery, much illuminated by the missing shadow of the non-existent converted mill behind her. A quick glance around showed no signs of the old mill ever being present, with only a grassy mound covering what she thought to have been her bedroom.

The man ran off to her right, sprinting towards the packhorse bridge, which looked unweathered and had no other landmark buildings around it other than the Inn house where she'd been drinking only an hour earlier.

Daylight spooked her, and the lack of need for panic, due to no apparent disaster, gave her confidence to turn back and go find her boyfriend Sam.

The first anomaly was the barred gate swinging open on its hinges, allowing access to what she recognised as the ground floor entrance to her apartment in the converted mill where her and Sam lived.

"What the fuck?" She said aloud. "SAM?"

A sudden sense of realisation caused her to stop in her tracks. Was she dreaming? No. A shake of her own head confirmed not. Could she have been incapacitated somehow and abducted to a different location? No. She had been walking through this arched tunnel for six months now, and recognised its shape and structural features, all be it without the whitewash paint finish.

Along the familiar tunnel, she ducked her head as normal to enter her bedroom, only to find a scene of horror inside. She didn't call for Sam, as she could tell that this wasn't their bedroom and that there was nobody else in there with her.

The smell of dripping fat, known as Tallow oil, burning from the textile wicks of the tilly lamps, together with the sight of the wooden stocks facing the wall, reminded her of six months ago when she'd been here before, but had accused her boyfriend Sam of spiking her drink.

A set of heavy manacles hung from the wall, close to the bottom of the arched ceiling, near to where their bed would normally be. Looking down, she noticed a pair of shoes below two more manacles set into the wall, spaced more than a shoulders width apart. The thought of a person being chained up in them sent a shiver down her spine.

Realising this was a dungeon, she turned to be faced with the open, heavy, metal strapped wooden door decorated with a small barred viewing hatch, constructed of completely different materials to their bedroom door.

Instincts had told her to run, and once outside she took in the scenery before making any decisions as to which way to turn.

The man she'd chased out was now nowhere to be seen but others were. In the middle distance, people went about their business as though nothing was wrong. A horse pulled a cart along rough terrain, looking so much like a scene from the middle ages, and the unmistakeable overhanging stones left by glaciers during the ice age could be clearly seen in the far distance over the river. Without question this confirmed her location as Hexcross but confused her as to where all the buildings had gone. The whole scenario suggested that she'd somehow travelled back in time.

Lily panicked when she heard voices coming from the direction of the packhorse bridge. Glancing down at her clothes she deduced that her narrow waist and tight shorts enhancing her long, athletic bare legs, would attract too much attention, so she decided that it would be better to remain in hiding.

With nowhere to run, she turned back inside for the safety of the arched corridor, closing the barred gate behind her, without locking it but still for superficial security.

Inside what she knew to be her bedroom, she looked around for somewhere to hide.

This was the exact same place she'd been to on that fateful night, six months ago. The memories came flooding back. She touched the central larger hole in the stocks and recalled the feeling of being thrust into them by three men and having it slammed shut around her neck. The smaller holes to each side were where she remembered having her wrists restrained, before the pounding began from behind her.

Her recollection turned to panic when she heard the voices approaching from outside, but with nowhere to run, she'd cornered herself, and so hid behind the open wooden door.

As the voices grew louder, she could identify at least three men but didn't dare look out into the corridor for fear of been spotted. Instead, she froze behind the wooden door, looking through the iron bared inspection hole which had been put in at head height.

Her heart pounded in her chest as the three men entered the cell and walked towards the back wall.

An air of disappointment filled the room as one man studied the closed manacles attached to the wall before taking keys from his pocket and checking the locks by opening them.

She crouched down slightly to not be seen through the bars of the inspection hatch and prayed for a miracle of the three men to leave soon, without finding her.

There would be no such luck. No sooner had she lowered her head out of view, she felt the presence of the door being moved, followed by the elated shouting of one of the three. "She's here!"

In a joint effort, all three men didn't hesitate to grab her by the arms and get her secured again.

"Wait! Wait! You've got the wrong person!" Lily screamed, preparing herself for the pain of the dreaded stocks that she so remembered from six months earlier. "Please. You can't do this!"

Ignoring her pleading, the man who she'd first seen, and who she'd followed out of the dungeon, took a scarf from around his neck and knotted it in the middle as the other two held her upright in preparation for her to be gagged.

"GANOOOWW!" she shouted into the cloth as the tails were fastened tightly around the back of her head.

"No more spells from you, missy." She heard someone mutter as her wrists were slammed into the iron shackles against the wall, and locked closed above her head.

"Mpphhhh." Did her no good. Pleading with her arms now out of action, earned her a celebratory jeering from the boys in front of her.

All three men then took part in the struggle to lock her legs, one at a time into the larger manacles below, clamping each one closed around the ankle of her boots.

"Pure witchcraft." One of the men said, receiving agreement from the other two as they stood back to admire how their captive had changed her appearance from the white rags of a dress, into this not so religious attire.

Trying to pull her legs closer together, she huffed through her nose.

Having her feet apart wasn't uncomfortable, it just increased her feeling of vulnerability in front of these three potentially brutal men.

"Although this is obvious witchcraft to us, it's for the magistrates and the clergy to decide." The smallest of the three guards said walking towards her in a threatening and unfriendly manner. He reached out and tweaked one of her nipples, through the red patterned cloth of her shirt, twisting it, causing her to cry out into her gag and jolt herself away from him. "But they won't be here for a few days yet, so in the meantime, we're going to look after you with some new shackles."

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Sam could have no idea of the danger Lily was in as he looked up and down the street in front of his apartment in the converted mill. Seeing no signs of her, he ran back inside to interrogate his intruder and to conduct a more thorough search, still convinced that the two women were playing a trick on him.

Inside, Lily was nowhere to be found. He checked every room, even looking under the beds and in cupboards, but failed to find her.

He stared, frowning at the girl standing in his bedroom, who'd appeared from nowhere, seemingly replacing Lily in a flash.

Sam had to check himself for sanity before speaking. He rewound his thoughts back to screwing Lily, and how her screaming seemed to be the point at which events took this very spooky turn, both now and six months ago.

Was he seeing a ghost? Or could it simply be that he'd had his drink tampered with in the pub? No. His clear head and the convincing smell of her took him away from any delusional direction.

"How did you do it?" He asked, "How did you swap places with her?"

"I don't know." She replied, "Am I dying?"

The woman sounded pretty simple, like she'd missed out on a few school years.

"No. You look pretty alive to me." Sam touched her forearm for confirmation of her warmth. "What were you doing the exact moment before you came into this room?"

"I was being interrogated in the lockup. They took it in turns to torture me into telling them that I'm a witch." She said

"Torture you how?" He asked, distracted by his vague recollection of a conversation about people being caught up in a time slip and thinking they were seeing ghosts.

"Well. I was being stabbed." She explained.

Unbeknown to Sam, the word stabbing in Madeline's middle aged vocabulary covered the slang term for having sex.

"Stabbed where?" he asked, seeing no signs of blood on the off white rags of a dress that she wore.

Madeline stepped back away from him, towards the head of the bed and sat down on the mattress to re-experience the incredible sensation of softness below her.

The shine of the polished steel reflecting from the handcuffs once again caught her attention as they began to slide along the mattress towards the depression her weight created in the bedding where she sat.

Turning back to face him, she began motioning with her finger, pointing between her legs. "You know, poking me in here with his cock, then he put his hand over my mouth until I couldn't take any more." She described. "It wasn't a painful death, the shackles on my hands hurt me more than anything else."

He looked at the red marks on her wrists and raised an eyebrow in amazement at her naivety about sex. "So you were shackled and you had an orgasm? The same as I forced upon Lily."

Madeline turned back and gently took hold of the closed handcuffs from where they lay on the bed next to her and lifted the chain of metal up for a better look at the metallic mirror finish. "This is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

"Give them to me." He ordered, almost snatching the cuffs from her grip, and inadvertently pressing one of the swinging arms through its ratchet, giving her a demonstration of how they work. "Who the fuck is king James? No one's ever heard of a king James! What fucking year is your simple mind working in?"

Madeline could only laugh at the straightforwardness of his outburst. "1609 of course."

"Ok. This isn't happening." He said, looking at the door to the bedroom. "You're not dead, I'm not an angel of death, this isn't heaven or hell, AND YOU ARE NOT FOUR HUNDRED YEARS OLD!" He demanded. "Although I'm beginning to wonder." He said, looking up and down at the tatty rags she wore.

Madeline watched him disappear for a second and return with the first items of clothing he could lay his hands on, which happened to be a pair of Lily's black satin leggings and a fluffy white woollen jumper.

Her jaw relaxed open at the feel of the impossibly silky smooth texture that the leggings were made from and at the look of the brilliance of white woven wool, decorated with randomly placed pompoms dotted about the front.

"Here, put these on, your dress absolutely stinks." He said, immediately changing his mind when her acridness drafted towards him once more and he realised that the stench wasn't just that of body odour. "No." he frowned, "Take a shower first, you smell like a farm yard."

Having no idea of what he'd just asked of her, she remained seated on the bed, as though that's what he'd ordered her to do.

Her actions were convincing enough for him to believe her story. He swallowed in thought for a moment and cast his mind back to when Lily freaked out six months ago, during sex. This had happened the last time he'd tied her to the bed and forced her to go through with an orgasm.

It can't be true, he thought.

"Have you been here before?" he asked, on the off chance that his hunch of a time slip maybe correct.

"I think so." She said, "They did the same to me two days ago, but I remember struggling on a soft, floral smelling bed like this one, and after that they left me alone.

"Were you handcuffed then?" he asked.

"Was I what?"

He rephrased his question, "Were you manacled during this attack?"

"Yes. And there were two of them. The good looking one was tickling me down here before I broke free. That's when I remember this strong smell and I was taken from behind with my arms like this." Sam watched her lifting her arms up above her head, the same as he now suspected he'd done to her on that fateful night six months ago.

The evidence pointed to only one possible scenario.

"Oh my god." He said, turning away with his head in his hands. "This cannot be true."

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Well." He began, "The facts here suggest that, if you are unable to control the intensity of your orgasm, possibly by being restrained, then your energy level builds up and becomes so great that it explodes into a supernatural event, or some kind of spell, where you switch places in time."

"I don't understand." She replied.

"Granted upon ravishment powers of unspeakable nature." Sam recited. "Of course. We must be standing in the chamber."

Hearing those words before, Madeline understood the rhyme. "You're right. This is the cursed dungeon." She said, pointing to a rusty metal ring embedded into the white painted bricks of the wall to her left. "But the stocks have gone." She mumbled, turning her head in amazement at how this could have happened.

Sam's eyes followed her finger to where she pointed and noticed that the words 'Restrained sex in here' followed by the symbol of a sideways love heart, had been carved into the large flat brick just below the ring in the wall. Convinced for sure that this painted over inscription hadn't been there before, added to his theory of being caught up in a time slip.

"It's a message from Lily. I need to get her back here immediately!" he said, "She might be in danger." Madeline had a last stroke of the satin leggings as he took the clothes from her. "Come with me." He said, taking her by the arm and leading her through the apartment to the bathroom.

The washing utilities were quite out of this world for Madeline. Sam undressed himself so he could help her take a shower, surmising from her body language how scary this magical warm rainstorm must be. She'd obviously never seen a razor before, so Sam used Lily's Lady-shave to trim and tidy up her creamy white skin. Madeline considered it fun and found herself falling for the comfort of Sam's company, daring to touch his penis with a little soap as it varied in size throughout the duration of their shower together.

Turning and bending over in front of him, she hid her upper half from view, leaving only her legs and bum cheeks available for him to concentrate on. It was this moment he noticed that the source of the smell must be due to the lack of toilet paper in the era she'd been living.

The already soaked brown staining, washed off pretty easily with soap and a little extra gentle rubbing, which gave him the opportunity to take advantage of the rural girl's toned body, posing the problem of his peak of arousal. Reaching back with one hand, she guided his hardening erection towards the slippery shaven crotch between her legs.

Standing, she backed onto him after being unable to take any more of the unusual torrent of warm water babbling over her mouth and nose. Turning to face him, this absolute luxury that most modern day folk take for granted, had her melted. With her arms around his neck and her crotch straddling his upward pointing erection, she could do no more than beg him with her body language to give her the rest of heaven.

Sam knew he needed to save himself for later to get Lily back home, so reached for the leaver and cancelled the water flow.

He towelled Madeline dry before introducing her to the hairbrush and standing her in front of a mirror where she seemed content to stay until he reappeared from the kitchen.

Guiding her back under the domed roof of the bedroom, her presented her with warm soup and bread in perpetration for her journey back to her time.

After eating he held open the neck of the fluffy white jumper for her to poke her wet hair through, pulling it down for her, then clearing any hair from inside by flicking it out of the way with his hands.

The stretchy sensation of the black satin leggings, caused obvious curiosity and demonstrated a need for him to help her slip her feet through the initial threshold. Pulling them on, she faced away, innocently raising up and down onto her tiptoes to help, but more importantly for Sam, allowing him, an undetected show, of her jiggling behind.

Working the fabric up, he squashed together the two, naturally succulent mounds of tender bum perfection, before raising and allowing the tight elastic to snap against her waist, so he could admire the enhancement of curvy cheeks he'd just created.

Unable to resist, he lifted both globes with his fingers, to test their firmness by squeezing and letting go of the rigid masses of flesh.

Next he familiarised her with the noise of the hairdryer by pulsing it on and off a couple of times, so that she wouldn't be so scared when he began blasting it at her head.

Sam could see Madeline's excitement of the hairdryer's results, and he began staring, unable to imagine what she must be going through, until their eyes inevitably met and she smiled her reminder of dental hygiene towards him.

"Are you ready for your teeth?" He asked, taking her hand and leading her back into the bathroom, where he decided to acquaint her with a manual toothbrush, rather than the unusual sensation of his electric one.

She laughed like a child at what most of us consider a mundane task, as Sam kept stopping her and introducing more of the refreshing minty toothpaste into the fun. To be polite, he joined in at the end, by cleaning his own teeth, demonstrating the rinse and gargle before the final spitting and drying of his lips.

Taking her by the hand, he led her back under the white-washed dome roof of his bedroom and gave her a smile that filled her with confidence.

"Explain to me exactly where you were, and what you were doing when the curse brought you here?"

"I was standing in this spot, manacled to that ring." She explained, stepping under the rusty single link of chain hanging down out of the wall. "Please understand that they didn't hurt me and I never objected to any of their so-called torture. Madeline confessed. "I would have married any of them in a heartbeat. I noticed how each one in turn was trying to get my attention in their own way. I mean, who wouldn't want to be impregnated by a man of the courts? Especially if it got me off a witch trial and got that uncle of mine out of my house."

Shaking his head at the thought of how tough life in the seventeenth century must be, he picked up the handcuffs and sized them against the girth of the ring in the wall. By ratcheting one cuff open he easily fed both sides of the jaws through the rusting ring, then let go and allowed them to swing down from their connecting chain in the middle.

"I'm sorry to have to do this but we have to replicate the situation as closely as possible to how it was." Sam explained without looking up at her face. "Give me your hands."

Madeline let her arms go limp and allowed him to take charge of lifting her right arm up and into the awaiting bracelet above her.

The handcuffs were much more narrow than the manacles she'd being wearing back in 1609 and didn't quite have such a terrifying effect, but realising what they were for, she decided to put up a fight anyway. By tuning her back to her new jailor and pulling down in protest, she made him struggle to press the cuff closed through the clicks of its ratchet.

"You don't have to do this." She complained.

Keeping one hand in the air to steady the shackles, he used his chest to force her face against the wall, whilst fighting to raise her free arm up over her head. Promptly introduced into the second cuff, her left wrist became imprisoned tightly, but unfortunately with her orientation facing the away from him.

Still in shock and disbelief at all goings on around her, Madeline failed to rebel using violence by kicking backwards with her feet. Instead she uncomfortably crossed her arms and turned around to stare quietly at him, whilst becoming a little apprehensive of what he may do next.

Himself trembling slightly, Sam's eyes caught hers as he looked down from the cuffs above, locking his gaze into the cuteness and wide open fearful stare of her eyes looking back at him.

"I thought it might be different with you." She said, softly pulsing her minty fresh breath into his face with her words, whilst inadvertently throwing guilt in Sam's direction.

"I'm sorry." He stepped back away to determine if his actions had been too harsh, and to gauge whether or not her comment originated from discomfort or distrust.

The fluffy white jumper had risen up her midriff, supported in place by her shoulders where her arms had been fixed overhead. The stretched up inward curve of her stomach stood exposed with her belly button decorating the strip of flesh on display between the jumper and the top of her leggings.

"Those interrogators enjoyed chaining me up so that I felt humiliated and started squirming." She told him, "That's because they liked to watch how it made my pleasure so much more intense." She began confessing, suggesting consensual sexual activity had occurred. "Although I wouldn't do it for them, I would gladly admit to being your witch if that's what you desire of me." Madeline looked at the floor and then back up to him before continuing. "Yes, they can make me feel strangely good by putting me in manacles, but here like this with you, is releasing a hidden magic from within that's making me so weak that I think I'm going to need some of your strength inside me." She said, appealing her lust for him.

"You don't mind playing the helpless damsel then?" He asked, standing to her side, politely prying into her unexplored, instinctive craving to be defenceless.

His hand reached down with an extended finger to trace one of her compressed rear curves, within the tightness of her yoga pants. "What if I were to ask you for something in particular?"

"Right now you have the power over my body and soul, with my blessings." She offered, referring to him touching her behind.

Easing the twist in her bonds, Madeline turned back to face the wall away from him, claiming to look up at the inscription in the stone below the ring where her wrists were secured.

In reality, the begging and weakness of her facial attraction, had served its purpose, by laying the groundwork for her to begin tempting him with the forbidden fruits of her admirable backside.

A lot of research and development had been invested into the design of the strengthened sewn seams around her leggings, which had been strategically calculated for optimum positioning around the wearer's behind for ultimate shape enhancement. Each pert bum cheek stretched the elasticity of the shiny cloth through the lattice structure of the supporting stitching, encircling both of her globes as though she were sitting in, and pressing each one through the webbing of a cargo net.

Clearly requiring a dress size larger than the yoga pants he'd given her, Sam's heart raced when he saw the tightness pulling open the thigh gap at the top of her legs, which made him want to fuck her with her clothes still on.

Prematurely, Madeline spoiled the moment by turning back around and facing him. She caught a quick glimpse of his worshiping expression as his eyes ogled her body in awe. "Does me being like this make your tummy feel as funny as mine?" She tactfully smiled, with the arcs of her arms framing her cute and innocent looking face.

"Very much so. But I'm sorry. We have to do this to get Lily back." He excused himself whilst removing his jeans to reveal his state of arousal with the familiar erection she'd held between her legs in the shower.

Watching in silence, still with high hopes, but a little confusion, she saw him tear open the foil of a condom wrapper and unravel it along his length at the same time as walking towards her.

Her beautiful eyes finally had chance to take effect on him as he looked into them to place his hands on her hips and tuck his thumbs into her elasticated waist band.

"Do you really think she wrote that message?" Madeline asked.

"Of course she did. That love heart is our tattoo." Sam replied. "Why do you think it only appeared on the wall when you two swapped places."

"I don't know, but if you're sure it was her, then it means that she must have spent days, possibly even a week or two carving it into the stone, and she will have needed tools or help from the Smith."

Sam remained silent for a moment.

"Meaning that as much as I want you to give me that beautiful fluttering feeling inside my womb, you don't have to do it right now, because this writing proves that she is safe with the blacksmith and no longer being accused of witchcraft, so there's no need to send me back there just yet."

Her triumph in suggestively gaining control could be seen in his body language when he froze to think, leaving her with no idea of his thoughts as his conscience began to get the better of him and his brain fog cleared. "You're right." He said, pulling up his jeans and fastening them.

Inquisitively Madeline watched him begin hunting around, in and amongst the rest of his clothes on the floor, then all around the bed for the key to the handcuffs. "Shit!" He remembered, "The key is in Lily's back pocket."

Madeline guessed that he meant the key to her manacles but quietly hoped to be mistaken. Sam inspected the fitment of the cuffs on her wrists either side of the ring in the wall. Even with lubricant, there would be no chance of slipping the shiny circles of steel over her hands. He'd fitted them too tightly in the struggle against her slender wrists, to ever be removed without the key.

"Fuck!" He said, acknowledging his mistake. "When did you say you were here last?"

"Two days ago. Maybe less."

"Well that was six months ago." Sam put his head in his hands and revised his theory. "Powers of unspeakable nature, upon ravishment?" He paced around the bottom of his bed, followed at all times by the sparkling blue diamonds of her wide open eyes. "In this chamber?" Madeline glanced momentarily up at her wrists before concentrating on Sam again.

"What exactly does that mean?" she asked.

"We know that whenever you or Lily are sexed up in this room, you switch places through time. You must be the only two that have ever been fucked in this cursed chamber." So she must have found safety and waited for the right moment to..." Sam couldn't bring himself to say it. He didn't want to think about his girlfriend Lily being tied up and fucked until her orgasm became too much for her to handle and her energy levels sent her whizzing back home through time.

"Sexed?" Madeline interrupted.

"Yes. You know. Being fucked, or sexed is when a man stabs his cock into you." He ruthlessly clarified before going back to his thoughts. "That's why Lily blanked from her mind that horrible place and didn't want to talk about it. She thought I'd drugged her but she'd actually switched places and got fucked by those men who must have thought they were torturing you. That's where the marks on her back came from."

Some of his talk seemed like just mumble. Four hundred years ago words like sexed, drugged, fucked and certainly traveling through time, weren't heard of but if listening to him speaking, delayed him sending her back from this heavenly place, then that could only be a good thing.

"What they did to me was rough, but it wasn't displeasurable." She further confessed, hinting that in 1609 Lily may not be having such as bad a time as he thought. "Manacles like these can be used to make a woman helpless, but a helpless girl can also be a powerful gift, if used correctly. Lily has obviously shaken off the interrogators and befriended the Smith. Otherwise she'd be asking for help.

At first, when my life was in their hands I thought I could just behave for a while before convincing them to release me as innocent, but once I'd noticed that all three of them wanted to be inside me, it made me want the same thing. I bribed them separately with temptation and the promise of intimacy to win each one over individually and have them eating out of my hands. That must be a gift that your Lily has too."

"Threats of witchcraft are common in my time and is nothing but spiteful finger pointing that has to be questioned under the rules of interrogation. Women live in fear all the time of someone saying something about them in public because everyone will hear it and suspect that there must be some truth behind the accusation."

"Hu." Sam laughed at the irony of social media having exactly the same effect on people in this day and age. "I see nothing's really changed then. Still today people make spiteful and degrading accusations online that others believe. The only thing that's different is that you don't get sentenced to death for it. Although some people do choose to take their own lives'."

Sam looked up at the inscription once more and raised his arms to comfort Madeline's crossed over wrists in their shackles.

"I'm really sorry for doing this to you, I just wasn't thinking rationally." Griping his hands open and closed, he moved them down her arms to give her a massage as a gesture of minimal apology. Her eyes caught him for the second time as his gaze tried to pass hers, but could do nothing other than stare through her beautifully blue, innocent windows into the middle ages.

"I'm ok." She smiled politely back. "As long as you stay with me."

Unable to resist, he took advantage of her vulnerability and moved in to kiss her gently, once on the top lip.

Lowering his hands to behind her shoulders, he eased his head away to judge by her expression how she had reacted.

Her seemingly powerless stare made her look so much more helpless.

"Don't you close your eyes when you kiss where you come from?" He asked.

"I don't know." She whispered, looking down her nose towards his lips, exaggerating each whiff of her pleasant breath as she spoke, to try and real him in. "Show me again."

Without reply he slanted his lips onto hers and reached his hands for her buttocks to lift her from the floor as her sweet little tongue mangled with the strength of his.

Pressing her back against the wall, he pushed the bulge of his erection, from within his jeans, onto the crotch of her alluring body, prompting her to intake a sharp breath through her nose.

After losing track of time in his kiss for a magical few minutes, he let her down onto her feet again and wiped away a little saliva from her chin before she spoke. "If you keep me here, I'll do anything you want me to."

"Anything?" He highlighted.

Unwittingly suckered into her honey trap, Sam adjusted his stance as his cock throbbed uncomfortably in his jeans, and his thought process began to run wild.

Looking up to see which way her wrists were crossed, he placed his hands on her hips and rotated her body back around to face the wall, so his eyes could focus on the alternative method of sex, where she would be denied an orgasm.

Kneeling down, he lowered the elasticated waistband of her leggings over her hips, pausing for a moment to watch her pert, supple bum cheeks jiggle once, back to their natural resting position in front of his face. He gathered the rest of the stretchable material and pooled it down around her ankles ready for her to withdraw her feet.

"Open your legs a little." He told her.

She lifted her feet from the leggings and began shuffling them apart.

Feeling the cuffs begin to pull, she drew down on them hard enough to take the weight off her legs, and let out a genuine moan of sensuality before confessing to Sam, "Oh My God. What's the matter with me? I know this is so wrong, but it feels so good."