Orgasm In Time Ch. 03

Under the domed ceiling in the bedroom of his apartment, Sam stood idolising Madeline's clean shaven body, holding in his hand the leggings he'd recently removed, prior to his temptation of anal penetration, intent on denying her an orgasm, and preventing her whizzing back through time to the 1600's.

Having lost the key for the handcuffs attaching her wrists, through the rusty ring in the wall above her head, his guilty attention turned to her sweet and innocent pleading eyes, wide open, straining to look back over her shoulder at him.

"You know if I don't allow you to orgasm, and I don't send you back home, then I can't let you out of this room, don't you?" He told her, glancing into her sex-hungry eyes, releasing her body to turn and face him with her pelvis tilting towards his blatantly undisguised bulge.

"Why?" She asked, more concerned with the craving in her belly for him being inside her, than leaving the room at that moment in time.

Sam stepped away from her dangerously vulnerable lower naked half, to calm himself down and think straight.

With little consideration, he realised he liked this girl, and couldn't send her back to the year 1609 just yet.

"I made a mistake." He said, kneeling by her feet with the black satin leggings, open and prepared for her to stride back into. "I really haven't thought this through.

Madeline placed her feet in the yoga pants and wriggled her hips to assist him refitting them over the well-established working muscles of her tall legs, up to the pert globes of her bum cheeks.

A satisfying snap of the elasticated waist band found the threshold a resting place under her back dimples, where he then placed his hands on her hips and looked her in the eyes, to explain his intentions.

"Ok then. So. I'm going to keep you with me for a little while." He said, romantically closing in on her by touching his nose against hers. "If what you said is true about you being here only a couple of days ago, and mine and Lily's experience of you two swapping places being six months apart, then you're right." He nodded his head up towards the stone inscription without losing eye contact. "She is already safely out of trouble and on her way here, regardless of how long it takes us to send you back again."

Madeline kept her big eyes looking into his as she spoke quietly, "But what if I don't want to go back again?"

"Then you stay here with me." He politely offered. "But I can't let you leave this room."

His words threw Madeline's mind away from her lustful thoughts of 'restrained-sex', towards the possibility of now being restrained against her will.

"You can't just keep me like this." She looked up at her handcuffed wrists and began to twist in her bonds. "I'll stay in the room but my arms will fall off if you keep them like this."

Sam enjoyed seeing the panic in her look, and hearing it in her voice, so used his body to push her back against the wall to see how easy it would be to make her submit completely.

With his hands at her open armpits, he encouraged her up onto her tiptoes and pressed the side of his face against hers.

"You're going to be staying like this for a long time, and it's going to be through your own choice. The question is, how far are you willing to go to avoid a witch trial?" He mumbled into her ear, sending a pulse of terror down her spine, and awaking her bowels with his unexpected change of demeanour.

With her nose adjacent to his ear, he heard the final short sharp sniff of air before feeling the ribcage in his hands halt her breathing.

Sam pushed himself against her and pressed his lips onto hers for a kiss, but sensed a shift in willingness for her to allow his tongue to join hers, confirming that the poor girl had become fearful of her situation, and that he could still play the dominant hand if he ever needed.

"Sorry. You looked so timid and frightened that I couldn't resist bending your mind just that little bit further." He confessed. "You're so sweet, I could never harm you."

Still feeling on edge, she lowered herself back down onto her heals as Sam let go of her ribcage.

"The truth is, that without a key, I won't be able to release your arms from those manacles until morning." He apologised, touching his forehead against hers as he spoke.

Hugely relieved, but still daunted by the fact that she would have to spend the night standing with her arms above her head, she asked him, "So what shall we do?"

"Give me a minute." Sam disappeared leaving her alone to ponder, returning soon after with a wooden spoon from the kitchen, to thoughtfully feed the manufactured handle through the rusty link of chain embedded in the wall, and explaining. "Hang on to this."

Impressed with its straightness, Madeline gripped hold of the wooden handle with both hands, allowing her the luxury of removing the weight of her arms from the steel rims of the handcuffs.

"Thankyou." She said, beginning the stare-off that ended with a more successful kiss.

Sam immediately began looking on his phone for ways to pick the locks of handcuffs like he'd seen in the movies.

Playing the first video gave him hope as he glanced up at Madeline for encouragement, only to find her jaw locked speechless and open.

"Shit. Sorry." He quickly stuffed the phone back into his pocket to hide it from her view.

"You shouldn't be seeing things from the future." He brushed a wave of her fair hair behind her ear and whispered, "Or do I need to put a cloth over your eyes?"

Shaking her head, she replied, "No."

Sam smiled at the timid response to his idle threat and walked away to sit on the bed and continue his research on how to escape from handcuffs.

The one thing he discovered was that all standard professional handcuffs use the same kind of universal key. This opened a new avenue for him to explore by finding the earliest and closest place to buy a pair of handcuffs, which would come with their own set of keys.

Saving the details of two results, he stood to give her the good news about a place near the city, which opened at 08:30 that Saturday morning.

"How long is that?" she asked, changing her stance and looking up at her wrists for the hundredth time.

"Just over three and a half hours." He replied.

Time wasn't a critical part of Madeline's life but she understood it would be difficult to remain standing like this, and sighed at the challenge ahead. "Do you have anything to drink?"

Sam delivered breakfast tea, herbal tea, coffee, and even introduced her to a can of fizzy Coke. He then spent frequent trips in and out of the kitchen bringing her sandwiches and small food samples like cheese, ham and breadsticks with a cautionary introduction to chilli sauce.

The couple connected closely as friends, with Sam's added guilt playing on his mind and the beauty of her helplessness attracting him dangerously close to taking sexual advantage of her.

"Could you rub my arms again please?" She asked him, now satisfyingly stuffed with his interesting food selection.

Sam obliged, turning her around to face the wall and kissing her neck as he worked his hands up and down her tired muscles.

Curious, Madeline backed herself against him to test his arousal, encouraging him to retaliate by pressing against her backside and answer her curiosity with the hump in his jeans.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" She offered, slowly tilting her hips in celebration of the change in his breathing pattern.

Having been denied emptying his balls once already earlier that evening when Lily disappeared back in time from underneath him, he was now overdue a release.

The ever present temptation of anal sex, would probably make him an enemy of hers, especially if she'd never done it before, and he already felt terrible about cuffing her hands up. "How do you mean?"

"Keep rubbing yourself against me." She suggested, adding gyration to her hip movement, so that her bum cheeks gave him a private lap dance. "I like it when you squash me into the wall."

Sam didn't speak anymore. Through his jeans, he ground his erection against the jiggling mounds, pressing her against the wall and pulling her hips, firmly onto him as his body took over his mind.

Eventually, with one hand in her crotch and the other on the chain of her cuffs, his squashing against her became motionless.

Too far gone to stop, the couple of strange intakes of breath over her shoulder, and the twitching of his hips, made the goings on in his trousers all too obvious.

"Fuck sake." He whispered to himself, but next to her ear.

Madeline turned around to face him with the hugest of smiles on her face, complemented that he found her so attractive that she could have such an effect on him.

Sam couldn't deny anything.

"It was an accident." He smiled back to her, clearly embarrassed, then looked down at the floor. "And it was all your fault." He joked.

Madeline's face lit up with delight as she caught one last look from his shy glance before he turned and headed for the door.

Once changed, he vowed never to mention the incident again, and couldn't wait for the morning, when he could slip out to the shops for a new set of handcuffs, complete with the keys to release her arms.

Sam wouldn't allow the, now well bonded, couple to discuss present day life, only the hardships of Madeline's fate if she were to go back to her own time.

She explained how she'd received most of her education from travellers passing through the village and staying in the tavern.

When questioned of her fate, she educated him on the truth behind the punishment of witches ranging from one year in prison, up to the death penalty if it is deemed that their act has caused another person's death. She surprised him by saying that a condemned witch could 'Plead her belly', buying her some time until after the birth where she would then be strangled and her body burned so that no branch or root can survive to re-germinate.

"Wow." Sam said, "I thought witches were burned at the stake?"

"No. The stake is sometimes used instead of an overhead tree branch for flogging a woman if she's scalded her husband in an argument, but people don't just go around burning stakes, they take time and effort to carve and decorate."

"So what are you accused of?"

"Scalding my uncle, but he said I tried to poison him when I didn't." She pleaded her innocence, "I'm not a witch so I'm hoping they're going to chain me up like this and give me a flogging." Sam and Madeline looked up at her wrists.

He walked behind her and raised the fluffy white jumper to expose the unblemished skin of her bare back.

"You hope they'll give you a flogging?" He asked, sniffing her flesh before kissing it caringly.

"Yes, I'll accept a flogging for what I've done, because it's what I deserve. But the thought of being tied to that stake in front of the whole village, is driving my insides wild. I just wish they'd hurry up and get it over with because my body is craving for the release." She stopped when she felt him drop the jumper back down to rest above her waistline, and slide his hands around her hips to cover her exposed bellybutton. He then kissed the side of her head through her hair and whispered masterfully into her ear.

"Nobody is going to touch you."

Somehow, his words of encouragement hit home, and as he walked around to her front, she realised how much she was falling for him.

"It's time for me to go now. I'll be about an hour."

Breaking his own rule of not teaching her about the future, he turned the TV on to a classical radio channel and set the countdown timer to turn it off after one hour. "You see this?" He said, pointing to a countdown circle around the number 59:48 in the middle, "When this green circle turns completely white and that number in the middle reads nought nought nought nought, I'll be home with the key to release your wrists."

"That's beautiful. What is it?" She asked, referring to the brightly lit moving screen.

Sam pecked her on the lips. "It's best you don't know."

In his absence the music from the TV kept her entertained and holding onto the wooden spoon proved to be a lifeline. She blew her hair and scratched any itches against the wall, whilst the countdown circle continued to turn more and more from green to white.

Ahead of time, she heard the entrance door bang closed, shortly followed by the bedroom door and the reappearance of Sam.

"Got them." He said, throwing a cardboard box containing a pair of Smith & Western handcuffs onto the bed and dangling two keys from his fingers.

As Madeline dropped her arms, she sucked and blew short mouthfuls of air through pursed lips as though entering cold water, in time with her cautious arm lowering, because of the pain when moving her shoulders after having her wrists locked above her head for over five hours.

The slow process came to a halt when her forearms reached his shoulders height, where she paused to thank him.

"I'm so sorry." He said, before she'd had a chance to speak.

"Don't be sorry, I should be thanking you."

In the bathroom, the toilet seat had been left up, enabling Madeline to squat over the porcelain and pee into the water below. Without flushing, she dried herself on a towel from the side of the bath and traced her route back to where she'd left Sam.

Madeline looked confused but never the less held out her wrist as requested by Sam when he greeted her with an open handcuff at the entrance to the corridor leading to the bedroom.

"Other than going to the bathroom, you mustn't leave this room." He warned her. "Taking knowledge of the future back with you could have a catastrophic effect on life as it is today."

"But why the manacle?" She asked, "I won't go anywhere."

Letting the empty cuff swing down on its chain, he explained.

"I know you won't, but I need to get some sleep, so this will help keep my mind at rest, and reduce the temptation for you to go snooping."

"I'll do as you say." She promised with the soppy look she'd learned to give him.

"Good. Hop onto the bed then."

Still dressed, Madeline climbed onto the luxury of the bed, lay on her back, and placed her hand up so that her wrist with the cuff hanging from it, could easily be attached to one of the slats above her head.

"Like this?" She asked, recommending the obvious, in case Sam hadn't already planned for it.

Without giving her the chance of crawling under the covers, he knelt in the middle of the mattress, and leaned over her body, to ratchet the free cuff around the outermost post of the headboard.

Surprised at the look of fascination in her eyes, he paused for a moment as the thumb of her free hand, traced over his lips to prevent him from talking.

Knowing he owed her for this inconvenience of being cuffed to the bed, she slipped her fingers through his hair, around to the back of his head so she could hold him still to ask, "Will you kiss me again?"

He lay on her chest with his elbows ether side and acknowledged her request by smooching for as long as she held his head in place.

"Sorry." He eventually apologised, when she let go of his hair for him to lift himself off her. "I've been awake all night and I'm about to collapse."

She dropped her arm limp on the pillow next to her head, and watched him place the keys to the cuffs out of reach, on his bedside table.

"What about this hand?" She asked, twisting her curled up fingers to attract his attention before he turned away to use the bathroom.

"I'm sure you won't kill me in my sleep." He winked at her as he turned and walked out of the room.

Madeline pulled at her captive wrist and reached over with her free hand to feel the rigidity of the circle by putting two fingers inside and trying to pull it open. Curiously and naively she squeezed the outside of the handcuff to find it tighten three more instantaneous clicks before she had chance to let go. The shock and enthrallment of her accidental increase in security, sent a thrill of excitement through her body.

Breeching through the elasticated waistband of her leggings, she slid her hand down between her legs to satisfy her needs, tilting her head back and looking up at the restriction of the cuffs as she began to masturbate.

The stone floor, and Sam's naked body gave no warning of his return where he had to stop for a few seconds to confirm what he was seeing in front of him.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" He shouted, startling Madeline into whipping her hand out from down her front and staring back at him with a look of surprise on her face. "Oh no no no!" He said, making a beeline for the cardboard box containing the other pair of handcuffs and emptying the contents into his hand.

Slightly scared, Madeline pleaded her innocence, "I wasn't doing anything."

"Give me that hand." He ordered, ratcheting the other, unused set of cuffs open and kneeling on the bed next to her.

"Oh my god!" She gasped in ecstasy, feeling him tighten more metal around her wrist and begin pulling her arm up towards the middle post of the headboard.

"What are you going to do to me?" She panted.

"What you suggested I do earlier." He said, locking the final cuff around the post, one further from the middle, to spread her arms into a more symmetrical span. "Because if you play with yourself in here, you'll travel back in time, won't you."

"I wasn't going to go that far." She explained.

Staring down at her, he took pity on the poor unfortunate girl and stroked her hair out of her face, absorbing her cuteness as she looked back at him.

"Sorry." He said.

"Are you sure they're tight enough?" She whispered, stunning him into joining her by lowering his body down next to where she lay, to hide the next wave of arousal she'd instigated in him.

Spinning himself around a quarter of a turn, he rested on his elbows with his head hovering over her waist. Unable to resist, he abused his position by touching his nose against the crotch of her leggings, where they played no part in concealing the two mounds of her folds beneath.

"Mmmmmm." He teased, "Smells hot to me."

"Be careful." She warned him, "There are a lot of butterflies around there."

Sam smiled and held his position on the bed, only moving his nose up towards her navel to tickle a circle around her bellybutton, admiring more of her beautifully clean scent as he did.

He raised his head and pressed his hips into the bedding, bucking his hips a little too obviously to hide his arousal from her on-looking eyes.

"Oh god!" She said, flopping her head back onto the pillows, "Can't you do this to me somewhere else?"

Scanning his eyes over her body he noticed how narrow her waistline looked in comparison to the width of her hips, where the tension of the elastic wrapping around her, pulled her tummy in. At the tops of her thighs the indented disruption of the shiny material, shaped her prominent muscles, providing evidence of their firmness, due to a lifestyle of hard work and labouring.

In this position, the tight legging's, bum sculpting seams, fought against her body, pulling the sides of her crotch out of the way, creating a thigh gap, which would normally be wider if she weren't laying on her back and squashing her cheeks up into it. The satin yoga pants of Lily's, he'd provided for Madeline to wear, weren't uncomfortably tight, but given the choice, she would definitely have picked the next size up.

"Is it me, or just being handcuffed that gives you the butterflies?" He asked, pressing himself harder into the mattress whilst contemplating removing her from the cursed room.

"If you mean these manacles then yes." She replied, not being familiar with the term handcuffs.

Displaying the full glory of his arousal, Sam raised himself off the bed and reached for the handcuff keys.

"I can't wait for this anymore." He said, releasing one cuff from the headboard, followed by her wrist from its shiny bracelet.

Once he'd removed the second pair of cuffs from her and the bed, he held both sets of restraints together in one hand to help her stand up off the bed.

"Come with me." He said, putting the keys to the cuffs back on the bedside table and scooping up the quilt from the bed with his free arm.

Still naked, he headed for the bedroom door, with Madeline's bare feet closely in tow behind him.

The comfort of the carpet made her want to dance her way to the top of the stairs but having Sam with the bedding under his arm blocking her way, hindered her fun.

At the top, he threw the quilted bed clothes onto the landing carpet with a swing of his shoulders, so that it spread out along the corridor ahead, which led to two more bedrooms that she hadn't yet seen.

Pushing past him at the top, she helped spread out the quilt so that it began at the steps on the landing, and trailed down the darker hallway behind her.

"That will do." He told her.

Madeline watched how he swung one part of a cuff open and continued swinging it until the two halves met up again, and closed around the post at the top of the banister.

"Are you not going to take your clothes off?" He asked.

With a few wobbly attempts at not losing her balance, she stepped out of her leggings and began raising the fluffy white jumper from over her head as the clicks of the second pair of cuffs, closed around the opposite wooden pillar at the top of the open staircase.

Looking at the readiness of his erection, she straddled his body where he sat back on his elbows, and knelt down on his upper legs, to lower her nakedness as close as she could to where she needed to be.

"How do you want me?" She asked, crawling her hands along the bedding, and forcing him to lay on his back, beneath her.

From then on, the cuffs never found the need to be utilised. Madeline only had to guide him inside her before nature took charge and the two of them became enthralled in passion.

The couple rolled around freely until the moment where Sam pinned her wrists above her head, taking charge, and waited for that inevitably desperate look of begging he knew would soon be in her eyes.

She didn't scream as loudly as Lily when she reached her peak, but Sam could tell that the moment was right, to let himself go.

For some unknown reason, after climax, they both began to chuckle with delight. It had been quite some time since Sam had experienced a girl's true orgasm, and Madeline had just wholly found heaven with this man.

The couple curled up in each other's arms, edging the loose sides of the bed covers over themselves, by intertwining them between their legs, so they could cuddle and sleep together, without standing from where they lay.

Startled by panic, the feeling of a metal handcuff being closed around his wrist with a distinctive loud and rapid succession of clicks, brought Sam to an abrupt awakening.

Greeted by her giggling face lower down on the staircase he swung out to grab her as the fully clothed girl retreated further from his reach.

"Lily?" He instinctively called out. "Get back here!"

"Lily isn't here. I'm Madeline." She laughed back, correcting his mistake from the bottom of the stairs.

"What the hell are you doing?" He shouted down to her as she disappeared into the bathroom.

Alone at the top of the stairs with one wrist cuffed to the banister post, he began pulling at the cuffs to see if anything would give. "Madeline, get me the keys and I won't be annoyed."

After a short visit to the toilet, Madeline reappeared into the open plan lounge area where Sam could see her. "This is serious Madeline. I need you to get me the keys from the side of the bed."

"The side of the bed?" She replied, much to his relief as she entered the corridor leading to the bedroom.

Expecting her prompt return, the slamming of the outside door shocked him. "MADELINE!" He shouted. "SHIT! SHIT!"

Mindlessly pulling at the cuffs hurt his wrist, so his only real option was to try and break, or uproot the thick banister post from its fixings in the wooden floor of the landing. Using his free hand, he started to waggle the top of the post in all directions until the paint and filler began dramatically cracking away. His efforts were never unhopeful as he could see each push and pull moving him that little bit closer to success. However, once this upper part of the balustrade broke away, the screws holding the top post into the floor proved to be a much bigger challenge.

Outside and barefoot, Madeline had to tread carefully on the tarmacked pavement which felt strangely luxurious having been warming in the sun most of the afternoon. Stepping onto the road caused a car to slow and safely stop, but question her actions with hand gestures through the windscreen followed by a beep of the horn as the driver sped off.

A second approaching car changed her mind about this scary new world and turned her around to head for the safety of the rear entrance to Sam and Lily's apartment. The familiar packhorse bridge caught her attention so much so that she had to wander along it's warn stone path, towards the open door of the tavern which invited her with the same friendly welcome as it had only days ago.

An overhead helicopter, which couldn't be seen, and the sound of a passing chopped motorcycle, overcame any hesitation of entering the safety of her villages' heart.

"What can I get you?" The barman asked.

Staring in awe at the many lights and the decorative hand pulling pumps making up the bar, she stuttered the word, "P-porter."

"Half?" The man asked.

Madeline nodded her head, not knowing how to answer his question and watched him pull the pump to jet the smooth creamy liquid into the crystal clear glass.

"Are you eating with us this afternoon?" The barman tempted the single girl, as he'd been taught to do with every customer that came in.

Another silent nod received a smile from the satisfied barman.

"Good. I'll put this on a tab then." He placed the half pint of old-fashioned drink on the bar in front of Madeline. "There you go. Let me know where you're sitting and I'll bring you a menu."

The drink in her trembling fingers smelled divine. Unable to say or do anything other than stare, her head slowly took in the sights around her.

"Been paddling?" a polite man asked, referring to her lack of footwear and the close proximity to the river beneath the packhorse bridge.

Dumbfounded by the fast pace of life around her, she slowly walked in the same direction as he did, into the room dedicated to the history of Hexcross with its many photographs and informative snippets printed around the walls.

Less than a minute later the man returned from the toilet to unexpectedly find her standing there, so cursed himself for not using the hand dryer, if only as a sound effect after not washing his hands.

"You alright love? You look like you've seen a ghost." The man joked, unaware that this girl was actually a living ghost.

"What is all this?" She asked, finding her words to keep the man from abandoning her.

"Are you not from round here?"

She shook her head.

"Where you from, London?" He joked.

"No, not from around here." She replied, knowing that taking him up on pretending to be from London would have meant a five-day journey for her.

"Well that's Queen Victoria's coronation in 1838." He began by describing the picture in front of her face, "That's the hoard found here in 1936." He pointed to the gold coin in the display case accompanied by the information about who, what, how, when and a modern day photograph of where it had been found.

"That's such a beautiful picture," Madeline spoke up, recognising the exact spot where the plaque stood. "I played on those rocks as a child."

"This is in honour of the legendary old witch, that got burned at the stake for casting spells." He continued, "Poor old dear. Imagine been a woman in those days?"

"She was strangled by a garrotte first." Madeline croaked, dipping her head for a sip of her drink before reading the monument of an authentic replica parchment with the words,

"ANY MATRON PRECEDING ME IN THIS CHAMBER,

BE GRANTED UPON RAVISHMENT,

POWERS OF UNSPEAKABLE NATURE."

Madeline had a short, proud moment, staring at the script in front of her. "Can't remember her name, but I know she was a very inspiring lady at the time."

"I imagine you'd have got done for saying that back then." He joked. "Folk round here reckon the chamber is down in the cellar. But all of girls we know that's had a go down there, haven't won the lottery."

"Come on Andy, get the fucking beers... Oh sorry." A friend of the man entered the room and interrupted Madeline's concentration as he wandered through, to use the toilet.

"Archie. This is?" The man now known as Andy gestured for Madeline to give up her name.

"Madeline."

"This is Archie and I'm Andy." He officially introduced himself. "Madeline's from London aren't you." He joked, not wanting to pry into this obviously shy, timid girl's life.

"You can come and join us if you're on your own." Archie offered before disappearing into the bathroom.

"Yea, we're just through here." Andy followed up.

Perspiring and seething with aggression, Sam stood at the top of the stairs wrenching the thickest decorative end post from its fixings in the floorboards, by throwing it from left to right until he'd fatigued the metal of the screws enough to lift it free.

Still attached to the wooden post, he carried it down into the bedroom where he used a key to free his wrist.

Taking a chance, he planned to head down hill in search of Madeline, once dressed and out of the building.

The packhorse tavern looked like a good place to start asking questions, so in he went, only to hit the jackpot with Madeline standing barefoot at the bar.

"Hello Sam." She greeted him.

"Madeline. You know you shouldn't be drinking on your medication." He excused her. "Come on. Come home with me and leave these gentlemen alone."

"She seems alright to me." Andy replied. "Come and join us, we've just been telling her all about the Hexcross hoard from 1936."

"Sorry guys, I'm going to have to get her home."

Realising the game was up, and without causing a scene, she left her drink on the bar and said her goodbyes, "Nice meeting you."

The walk home put a speedy end to what could have been a nightmare situation for Sam. Relieved more than angry he locked the outside door behind them and took Madeline into the bedroom, where he wrapped his arms around her chest from behind.

"You are in so much trouble." He whispered into her ear.

"Am I going to be punished?" She twisted herself easily from his embrace.

"Do you think you deserve to be punished?"

After a short standoff, Madeline eventually broke with the slightest of movements from her head, never loosing eye contact when confirming with a nod of agreement.

"What do you think would be a suitable punishment?"

She stood still and said nothing.

"What do you think would stop you running away again?"

"That ring I suppose." She muttered, pointing her hand behind her without looking over to the wall beneath the rusty metal ring she'd been cuffed to only hours before.

Where he'd brought the banister post down stairs, he'd dumped the cuffs, with the keys on the mattress of the bed in his hurry to chase after her.

"Grab those cuffs." He said, pointing to the open shackles.

Madeline turned and did as he asked.

Sam also turned and walked out of the room to collect the bed covers from the top of the stairs, knowing that if she tried to escape again, the locked outer door would be her nemesis.

Holding the eiderdown quilt in his arms, he returned to find an obedient Madeline standing against the wall, under the ring she'd suggested he chain her to.

Sam threw the bedding onto the mattress and approached her.

"Are you seriously telling me that I need to do this to you again, to stop you running off?" He asked in bewilderment.

"This is the only sure way I will learn not to try." She said, trembling and holding the shining shackles out in front of him.

"Well it's your choice."

Taking the cuffs from her, his hand closed one of them around her wrist, then passed the second through the ring in the wall to meet her other wrist without any resistance as Madeline held her hands up, in position, almost to encourage him.

"It's too risky to let you out there and see things that have happened in the future." He warned her. "I see you already know about the hoard of gold coins, which could be fatal to my existence." He said, in a firm voice.

"Are you going to flog me?" Came her unexpected reply. "My insides can't take the pain of not knowing, so please just hurry up and do what you're going to do to me."

Sam smiled in amazement at the timidly seductive eyes looking back at him, framed perfectly by her arms covering her ears, as before.

"I know I deserve it." She whispered, turning her back to him.

"Maybe." He replied, shocked at her willingness for such severe justice to be delivered.

Without showing any signs of affection, he headed towards the kitchen to think alone. Knowing she would talk about her experiences, he had to suggest a happy compromise for her to have some quality of life, without becoming a celebrity and changing history.

The food would take twenty-five minutes in the oven, so Sam utilised this time to research local history and form a plan.

He found out that in 1611 King James began selling state land to the wealthy, on condition that they allowed peasants to farm it for a cost, winning again as the wealthy would pay tax on this rental income. These landowners were given status higher than knights but lower than barons, known as a Baronet, which warranted the title of Sir or Dame.

Knowing that there could be absolutely no way of stopping her going for the gold coins as soon as she arrived back in 1609, he had to incorporate the two together to stop her buying her freedom and running away to invent an idea she'd already seen in the future.

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Back in the year 1609, under the domed ceiling of the dungeon and still with her head closed in the stocks, Lily had already begun influencing her own adaption of history with regards to the gold.

Running towards his workshop, the blacksmith held closed both pouches on his belt containing the dull rattling coins, colliding up and down against each other with every step he took.

Inside the safety of his home, he stashed the coins under the permanently hot stone base of his furnace, where only a fool would put their hands without such knowledge of the treasures being there.

Realising the sense in waiting until nightfall before retrieving the rest of the gold coins, he returned to the other new love of his life that he'd left locked in the pillory, in the dungeon.

Lily thought she heard a squeak of the gate at the end of the corridor and listened hard for footsteps that she thought she could hear getting closer, before asking, "Who's there?"

"It's me." The blacksmith replied, stroking the palm of his hand over the tight, cut-off-jeans clad bum of hers, lustfully caressing the bulge of flesh escaping through the slit he'd made in the denim.

"That's nice." She thanked him. "Do you like that?"

With her back beginning to ache and her mind tortured by the thought of having her neck locked in the pillory any longer, she knew she had to play the man at his own game and not fall out with him.

"If we are going to make this work, then we are going to have to move fast." She said.

"What do you mean?" He asked, releasing and lifting the upper half of the stocks from around her neck, allowing her the freedom to stand, but with the cuffs still holding her wrists to the waist belt, behind her back.

"Thank you." She smiled, trying her hardest to resist the temptation of spiting in his face, or kicking him in the balls. "You know I wouldn't have run anywhere. I need your help remember."

Her desperate eyes had him hooked and her approaching lips temporarily froze his body. The tongue of her kiss however, broke him into joining her by putting his arms around her and holding her tight.

When the time came, she pressed herself against his crotch to confirm his interest, before propositioning him with false hope. "What I mean is if you want me to come with you so that we can be together, then we need to get the gold and run away quickly before our time is up and those magistrates come back for me."

"Run away where?" The confused, uneducated man asked.

"Nottingham maybe?" She suggested. "You have a horse and cart. If you get the gold tonight, we could be on our way by morning."

Walking around him, Lily locked her eyes on his head as he turned it to look away and think. "We could be married and rich." She said, stopping in front of him and turning to her side to remind him of her helplessness by clunking her shackles attached to the waist belt, behind her. "It's what I want. And if you're going to keep these on me then that's fine because with all that money I'd be happy for you to look after me and for me to serve you however you wanted."

Of all the hits he'd had over the last twenty-four hours, the suggestion of marriage to the defenceless girl before him, offering to be his servant, had to be the icing on the cake. With his arms around her once more, he flung her back against the pillory and locked his lips onto hers.

Desperate to get this over with, she pulled herself away from his bad breath and knelt in front of him. "Take off your trousers and let me remind you."

By sucking in, she released the damp seal between the waist belt and her stomach, so that she could rotate her right hand around and reach the front of her belt buckle and shorts, to unfasten them.

His trousers landed with a clunk of the keys in his pocket, at the same time as her shorts landed around her knelt on knees.

Holding her breath, she lubricated his cock a couple of times with her saliva, then looked up at him from her submissive position.

"lay down." She ordered the smelly, sexually vulnerable young man.

The blacksmith smiled as Lily stood to remove her shorts, and he lay down on the cold flagstones of the floor.

From the last time she'd travelled, she knew that the clothes she wore now, would be the clothes she would travel in. With this in mind, she only pulled her left boot through the leg opening of her shorts before kneeling over him and straddling his erection. She then made a point of tucking one side of her shorts into the boot of her right leg so they would stay with her on the journey home.

Confident with her twenty first century experience, she rode his cock long enough to tickle her own G spot, whilst giving him a rough enough ride to keep him distant from ejaculation.

Feeling her juices finally begin to take over the lubrication of her saliva, she leant forward and lay on his chest with her hair surrounding his face and the weight of her breasts squashing down on him. "Lay on top of me?" She ordered, sure of herself at being in control of the situation. "It feels so much better when you're in charge."

Rolling carefully onto the hard floor and positioning her shackles against her belt so they would protect her from his weight rather than digging in to her back, she left him no alternative other than to climb on top.

During the subsequent, unromantic pounding that followed, Lily kept her eyes closed and pictured no one other than her boyfriend Sam, who she so desperately wanted to get back to see.

Her plan began to work. "That's it. Keep it there." She encouraged him, finally feeling the makings of an orgasm stirring inside her.

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The bedroom door opened after a very long half an hour of Madeline anticipating her flogging, to be greeted by the smell of futuristic food on a tray in Sam's hands.

"Are you sorry?" He asked, receiving a hungry nod of agreement in return.

"I've been thinking of what you should do about your which trial when you get back to 1609." He announced, placing the tray on the bed and taking the handcuff keys over to Madeline. "The first thing is, that you must promise me that you will make sure that this message gets up there." He requested, looking at the words 'Restrained sex in here.' With the impression of his sideways love heart tattoo etched into the brickwork above her head.

"Yes, of course I will." She assured him.

"Promise?" He asked, poised to turn the key in the lock of one cuff.

"I promise." She replied.

Sam kissed her on the forehead and helped her to lower her arms. Once by her side, he un-cuffed her other wrist and gave her shoulders a quick massage as he guided her to sit on the bed next to the food.

"You eat that and listen to me very carefully." He began. "The first thing I know you're going to do when you get home is head straight for the gold, and if Lily hasn't already stolen it, then make sure you go and get it." Madeline didn't expect Sam to say this and waited for the catch. "Those gold coins were taken by the museum and didn't change anybody's life at all, so you should take advantage of them for yourself."

Madeline began to show signs of nerves as she ate.

"Do you know anybody who you could pay to threaten your uncle and get him off your back?"

"Yes." Madeline nodded, stopping speaking to slurp a dollop of food into the side of her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Then pay someone to do it for you, take the gold and run away somewhere far like Newcastle to lay low."

Madeline spluttered at the word Newcastle like he'd suggested another country.

"Then, when King James starts selling off the country's land, claim as much of it as you can around here, because that will make you very wealthy, and should only change a name on the records of history. This won't affect people's lives, because if it isn't you who buys the land, then it will just be someone else's title. This will grant you the status of Dame Madeline of Hexcross, and history shows that you will live a very comfortable, respected lifestyle."

Liking what she was hearing and eating, Madeline finished with a "MuHumm." and a firm nod this time.

"Say that back to me." He asked.

"Get the gold." She began.

"No." Sam pointed at the inscription on the brickwork.

"Yes. Write that on the wall." She corrected herself. "Then get the gold and pay the jailors to get rid of my uncle." She twisted away and burped quietly into her hand in appreciation of his food.

Sam moved the tray onto the bedside table and sat next to her on the bed.

"I'm sorry." He said, holding up one of the pairs of cuffs in front of her startled blue eyes. "You are such a beautiful girl, but you just don't belong here."

Madeline took the cuffs from him and toyed with them in her hands.

"I have to send you back before you learn too much about the future and accidently cause catastrophic changes to my life as it is now."

Clicking one of the cuffs open, she passed it back to him and stared meaningfully into his eyes.

"I want you to flog me first."

Sam could tell that his reply of surprised laughter, shamed and embarrassed her.

Holding up her wrist to the open cuff, now in his hand, she pushed it into the curve of the hard steel and gave him a look of deadly seriousness. "I need you to do this before you send me back."

"I can't flog you." He told her.

She looked at her wrist about to be cuffed, and forced him, "Just close it will you."

Being more complacent with the use of the handcuffs, he fitted the said shackle around her wrist and looked at her, knowing something was wrong.

"Tighter." She corrected him.

Mildly insulted, there were to be no niceties about the tightness of fit. He applied further pressure, to ratchet the metal down to her bone, and stared back at her, as if to question if she dared to challenge him further.

Instead of answering, she grabbed for the other set of cuffs and rested the side of her head against his.

"Before you send me back, I want a private reprimanding. One that I can remember you by." She said with all seriousness into his ear, confessing her wanton curiosity about her imminent punishment. "It's what happens where I come from, and I need a taste of what is coming to me, but under the trustful care of you. I want you to lessen this anguish that's tormenting my insides about what might happen to me in public."

Now looking into each other's eyes, one side of the cuffs clicked open and pressed into the palm of his hand. "Please?" She asked, confirming her sincerity. "Nobody will ever know."

Feeling obligated, but not yet committed to doing any harm, Sam cuffed her other free wrist as directed and ordered her to lay down on her front.

The wide look of excitement he caught in her eyes the moment before she turned away, confirmed her intoxication as she lay face down with her arms towards the headboard and mumbled the words, "Thank you."

Influenced and persuaded, Sam didn't hesitate to click both cuffs in turn to the oak bars above her, keeping them far enough apart to be suitably spread out, so that she wouldn't be able to roll over.

"Oh my god." She murmured.

Through her leggings, his hands gently groped her bum cheeks, leading the way for his lips to press into the closest globe to him, and kiss the un-abused mound. "Are you sure about this?" He asked, giving her a chance to back out.

"Just do it." Came her reply.

He snatched a pillow from the side of her head and began stuffing it under her waist, to raise her up off the bed slightly.

"Lift up." He told her, snatching another pillow from the opposite side of her head.

His arrangement ended with one pillow across the width of her waist, and the second pillow laying under her and on top of it, but with this one running down between her legs.

The loud sigh and long tilt of her hips pressing into the cushioning against her crotch, pleased Sam, convincing him to go through with her wish of what he considered extreme foreplay, leading the way for him to simply fuck her from behind, and send her home.

From a drawer he unrolled a leather belt and held it by the buckle in plain view of her face. "Is this what you want?" He asked, fishing for final consent before carrying out his unethical act of kindness.

Madeline nodded her head, then turned to press her face into the mattress.

As he reached down to inch her white woolly jumper up towards her armpits, he saw her hips tilting into the pillow once again.

The first swipe of the belt landed perfectly across her raised bum cheeks, cracking against her leggings loud enough to momentarily raise Sam's concern.

"Is this really what you want?"

"Do it harder." She said, turning her head towards him to speak, before planting her face back into the bed.

To test the water, he swung the belt much faster, this time slapping it against the bare skin of her back, delivering an instant red mark and receiving confirmation of the pain from her wrists pulling against the handcuffs. Her moaning could be heard in conjunction with her pelvis pressing deep into the pillow between her legs.

After a short interval with no complaints, his third swipe hit her buttocks for a second time, but on this occasion, he dealt her the full wrath of his capability to swing the belt, cracking it painfully hard against her, along the same line as last time.

Her body wanted to twist her hips out of the way but couldn't, as this would mean relieving the pressure from the pillow and reducing the pleasure between her legs.

Twenty seconds later came a quick succession of two swift cracks to her upper thigh, one above the other, before another break whilst he watched her rocking and gyrating her hips into the cushioning of the bolster below.

"Do you want me to go harder?" He asked.

"Mmmm." She whimpered, nodding her head with it turned in his direction to anticipate the next strike coming.

A second red stripe appeared on her back, causing her whole body to tense up and start quivering in front of him, so with both hands, he quickly ripped her leggings down out of the way and landed another against her bum cheeks to see her reaction.

The final blow swung again for her two, cute and innocent, succulent tender mounds, ringing out it's loudest crack within the soundproofing of the stone room, forcing her cheeks to clench tightly together, to the tune of the repressed squealing coming from her mouth.

Sam had no time to notice Madeline's hands turning into mist before the two of them became reshuffled within time and space, and vacated the room, to be replaced in an instant by Lily's homecoming.

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The blacksmith felt proud of himself once Lily began panting below him, whispering words of encouragement like, "Don't stop." And "That's right."

The moment she began to struggle with her cuffs, against her waist belt, he repositioned himself, catching his foot on the sole of her left boot, but being too slow to lift it up in time for the extremities of her limbs to turn to mist and leave it behind.

The sound of a gentle CRACK left him lying on the floor next to a woman exposed in pulled down, black silken leggings and a raised, brilliant white fluffy woven top.

"Smithy!" Madeline said, expressing her delight at seeing him.

"Madeline?" He replied, shocked at the unexpected vision of the girl he'd grown up with in front of him.

Her hair being perfectly groomed straight and the gleeful smile on her face wowed him.

Pulling up her leggings, she caught a whiff of her own sex, from her orgasming under Sam's whipping, as she then reached out to take the blacksmith's hand.

"Put your clothes on, we have to move fast." She insisted.

"Where have you been?"

"I've been for a taste of heaven and I've come back with my instructions from the future." Madeline kissed for the first time, the man she would be destined to spend the rest of her life with. "Whatever I say might seem stupid, but hear me out because I'd love you to come with me."

The blacksmith smiled as he glared and listened to the beautiful girl, who he'd lusted after and grown up with, now presenting her proposal of their future lives together.

"We have to go to Newcastle with a hoard of gold and lay low for a year or two. Sam said that king James will soon sell off the land around the country, including here in Hexcross so that landowners can charge people to live and work on it and the crown can charge them tax. When this happens, me and you can snap up as much of this land as the gold will buy us and get rid of my uncle so that I can move back here without being accused of being a stupid witch."

"How do you know about the gold?" He asked with a cautious look in his eye.

"Tell me you haven't taken it already?" She panicked.

"A little of it, yes why?" He confessed.

"Because we must be careful of how we change the future, for Sam's sake."

"Is that where Lily has gone?" He asked.

In the elation of the magic that brought Madeline back into the room, both her and the smith failed to notice that Lily's shackles were missing from the floor where they were expected to have remained, as her boot had remained, when she'd been sent home.

Because the manacles weren't fixtures of the dungeon, like her clothes, they too were free to travel within the boundaries of the temporal field that sucked her into the future.

Once her overactive orgasmic energy had encouraged the earth's magnetism to break through and create the vortex which imploded, it meant that everything she wore, including the manacles around her wrists, went with her. All except the boot which had got trapped under the blacksmiths foot at that critical moment.

"Yes that's where she's gone." Madeline looked from the singular futuristic boot, up to the stone in the wall without any writing. "We need to get a chisel and carve a message into that wall."

"What message?" He asked, getting more and more confused by the minute.

"My shoes." Madeline said, pointing across the room to where her footwear had been left when she travelled before. "Come on, how much time do we have before the jailors get back?"

"We need to be gone by this time tomorrow." He informed her.

Understanding the hurry, the blacksmith raced back to his workshop and fired up the furnace in preparation of smelting the gold into something other than coins to fool any illegitimate interest from anyone like highwaymen.

To disguise Madeline, he picked up boots, breeches, a high-collared overcoat, and ran with tools enough for the two of them to excavate the contents of the jars from the site near the overhanging cliff.

Madeline ran with him up the hill, where they began the quickest gold mining expedition in history, utilising the boots he'd brought for her, to transport some of the hoard back to the workshop.

Carrying three, only slightly filled sacks in each hand to ease the weight on their stitching, He praised Madeline for her initiative of filling her boots as they carefully made their way back down the hillside.

The comfortable heat from the furnace welcomed their triumphant return where the couple payed no attention to their loot as they tipped each makeshift purse into the heat of the smelting pot.

In her disguise, now with the boots on, she grabbed charcoal from by the fire and took it to the dungeon to write the message on the wall as promised for Sam. If all went to plan, she would chisel it in the stone when they returned as Baronets at a later date.

Back in the workshop, Madeline and the blacksmith worked well together smelting the gold into random shapes in a sand bucket to disguise the metal as rocks. Once cooled and the textured finish covered in carbon from the fire, nobody would ever suspect that they were worth anything at all.

Of course they agreed to keep a few coins to set themselves up in Newcastle but the majority of the gold lay unsuspecting on the back of the blacksmith's wagon.

Through the day they slept together for the first time, in the wood surrounded bed that the blacksmith proudly boasted to be his own handiwork. That evening they prepared the horses for the journey and he packed as many essentials he could for the both of them to begin their new life together.

"What was Lily like?" Madeline asked, knowing that they must have slept together to switch places.

"She was nice. She had the tightest, shortest, toughest trousers you have ever seen. Squeezed the curves of her behind like a corset. I cut a bit open and her flesh came bulging out." He laughed. "Her boots were out of this world too. She looked really attractive. How about you? What happened to you in the future?"

"I met her boyfriend Sam. He was nice too. I promised him I wouldn't change anything to affect the future, so he told me of this plan for us to get rich."

"I promised Lily to leave the jars in the ground when I took the gold." He said, "Suppose I should go back and cover them over."

"Yes." Madeline agreed, "Do you think we'd be able to leave a message for them to find in one of the pots?"

"Suppose we could put her boot in one of them." He suggested.