Kimberly awakens one morning in darkness unsure of who she is or where she’s being held presently. In her current situation of life, the latter proves more difficult in figuring out. At first comes her name and slowly, as she moves her hands in front of her, she soon remembers just where she was located.

Releasing a deep breath, Kimberly instantly feels the cold steel placed just behind her front teeth forcing her mouth to gape open. Still though, even after knowing what it was, Kimberly can’t help but try and feel it. Hearing the clanking of steel chains, Kimberly begins to vividly recall her wrists being in restraints. But that’s all she can really remember from the night before when she was introduced to her new home. Being brought in rather forcibly, gagged, shackled, and knocked unconscious. Not a very pleasant end to an even more unpleasant day. “Katie”.

Lifting her hands up rather casually, Kimberly tests the lengths of her chains; she’s able to get them just about breast height off the ground in her seated position.

A loud noise from the outside startles Kimberly into turning around. A whip crack and the sounds of a carriage being pulled just on the other side of the planked wood wall coupled with a shouting command by an unknown individual. Kimberly ignores the tight feeling around her neck as she looks back to her shackles while letting her hands drop down. She really wants to be outside rather than in here, but given her current situation that proved to be far more difficult feat to accomplish. “Katie”. But as though from reading her thoughts, a man opens up the door not too far from Kimberly.

The man closes the barn door behind him. It’s known now to Kimberly that this is indeed a barn judging by the way the walls look when the bright sunlight shines over them when the door opened. That and the hay she’s resting on right now is a bit of a dead give away.

The man walks toward her stall and reaches over above her head propping open a window so some sunlight can come in. Clearly he’s done this earlier as he doesn’t really need much light to do it in the first place.

Kimberly looks up at the man as he kneels down in front of her giving the leather leash to her collar a quick tug. Kimberly brings her head forward as the man inspects her, pulling apart her hair in certain areas before running a hand against her arms and soon the waist. Kimberly’s eyes dart around the man as if wondering what he’s doing, but with the ring gag restricting her voice wonder is all she can do.

Finally the man finishes with his inspection and unlatches the chain from her restraints before bringing her up to a standing point. Normally, this is where Kimberly would shoulder the man to the side and quickly make for the exit, but with her circumstances far more extreme than they appear to be, Kimberly offers herself no choice but to remain still. “Katie”.

Tapping gently on Kimberly’s left leg with his finger, the man takes a step back and awaits his command to be answered. What he gets though is a look of confusion from the blonde as she isn’t sure exactly what to do here. The man leans in and taps a little harder then gives Kimberly a stern expression as if eyeing her to obey his command. Kimberly looks down at her leg and wonders just what he wants with it so she begins to lift it up at the knee toward him. After straightening her leg out, the man seems…somewhat pleased, though not entirely happy that his command had to be given twice.

With the leg up, the man begins to run his hand along the outside of it before hitting the ankle where he turns and raises it back up. Kimberly can almost feel the hand coming close to her newly shaven sex, but before the hand reaches that point he takes it away. Kimberly’s eyes were shut, clearly, for no reason.

A tap later and Kimberly lowers her leg.

The man then walks over to the other side of Kimberly and repeats the same process. A tap on the leg, a lift of the leg, a feel of the leg, and a stop near the sex. Kimberly finds this a little odd as the man taps her thigh yet again. Why wouldn’t he just take advantage of her? She’s completely naked and vulnerable. Yet his hand even rose when it almost came into contact with her breast. Right now though Kimberly didn’t care, there was only one thing on her mind; “Katie”.

Soon though, Kimberly could feel her arms being pulled in behind her back where she could feel them being binded together by the wrist restraints. With each tug on the string or whatever he was using, Kimberly could feel her breasts becoming more and more exposed as they were pushed out. Perhaps now the man would take notice and slobber his mouth all over those perky mounds. But the man again showed no interest in them.

“Maybe he’s into guys.” Kimberly ponders to herself as the man latches a belt across her waist. But then if that were the case, “why would I be naked?”

It becomes apparent though that Kimberly may never get an answer as the man ignores her in his duty to enforce the arm restraints by placing a leather strap over her well exposed breasts and around the back. Again with each tug, Kimberly can feel her breasts stick out more and more but this time she feels a little pinch in her arms as they nearly go to into hyperextension. Luckily for her though, the man stops before any real damage can be made. Kimberly tries her hardest to keep her thoughts away from the pain and on a certain subject; “Katie.”

Out comes the ring gag as Kimberly willingly lets that go. As a matter of fact, Kimberly stretches her jaw out a little after having that in her mouth for so long. Her mouth doesn’t remain empty for long as the man holds up a small metal bar with a leather strap on each end in front of her mouth. Kimberly obeys the silent command and opens her mouth as the man slides the bar into her mouth almost a little too far back.

That’s it; it seems, the last straw, as Kimberly can no longer keep away from her urges. Her breasts sticking out, the thought of this man running his hands over her body, she seriously needs sex…now!

Kimberly tries her best to look over her shoulder at the man who now adjusts her belt making sure it’s connected to the restraints just right. All attempts made at the man fail as he walks away from Kimberly leaving her standing there alone in the barn full of heat. It’s then though that her thoughts of Katie really take full centre in her mind.

“Now pay very close attention, Miss. Stevens, I vill now explain the principles of my machine, ya?” Professor Bertram Van Strouten, a German inventor well onto his years wearing a white lab coat stands in front of a dressed, in some plastic looking garb, Kimberly. It’s clear that Van Strouten has a good fifty years on Kimberly, but he doesn’t sound nearly as old as he looks.

The man with white wild hair walks down to the other side of his laboratory peering at one thing in particular through his thick glasses. As soon as he’s within arms reach, the professor stops and slowly adjusts his glasses as Kimberly takes a few steps before joining him.

“What is it, Professor Van Strouten?” Kimberly asks astonished at what looms in front of her.

“This is a…Time Machine! Yes, my many vears of vork are finally at a standing point…standing right in front of me!” The professor laughs at his own modest joke, as Kimberly remains speechless.

The device, or “Time Machine”, stands at a looming ten feet and looks to be at least forty feet around. It’s front sliding door seems to be just a couple feet short of the top and takes up nearly the entire front capacity of the structural device. With lights and wires running from the top to various computers, it looks like it could work…but how?

“Very simple, for someone with a minimal sized brain,” Van Strouten seems to mutter that last bit as if hoping that Kimberly would both not and indeed hears it. “Time Travel vas always thought improbable by those afraid to devote their very livelihood tovard it. I have comprised a method in which time travel can easily exist without causing such paradoxes that many critics have brought up. The biggest? Facing yourself in the past.”

“Past? Professor, why not the fu—“ Kimberly is quickly cut off by the professor who turns around suddenly.

“You cannot go into what has not yet been written, you stupid twit!” That sure shuts Kimberly up as the professor begins to walk down the small room bypassing his assistant along the way. “Zat is vat most so-called ‘scientists’ have pondered over. How to travel forward, not back. But vat is not written, cannot be travelled to.” Van Strouten now begins flailing his arms in the air as if trying to come up with something simple enough for Kimberly to understand. “It vould be like-un travelling to Toronto in the eleven hundreds. It is impossible to do because it was yet to exist!”

Kimberly looks back at the machine as Van Strouten continues to explain, but she doesn’t hear anything until he comes back closer to her. “…could be impossible. Zat is why I created the alternate method of transport. By passing the time ahead of where you are going, you cannot run into yourself thus the problem is solved.”

“Professor, you mean you created…”

“A parallel universe? Of course! Most would say it improbable, but I myself say to them that they are improbable.”

Kimberly looks back at the machine as Van Strouten continues to congratulate himself over his achievement. “So,” Kimberly begins as she thinks to herself trying to figure the method out, “you choose a time and travel back but not through this reality but another one created out of his vision. That way you don’t run into yourself in the past and simply come out in the time you’ve chosen. Sound easy eno—“

Kimberly then feels herself being pushed inside the contraption. How long was she trying to figure this thing out? Obviously quite a while as she turns to no longer see the professor, but her lover Katie standing there looking at her disappointed.

“Katie, what’s—“

“Nothing personal, darling. Just a little competition ender. I can’t have you walking around forever as the professors assistant, that jobs been lined to me.”

“But, Katie…”

“It’s been fun, darling, but let’s face it; you could never handle the exposure the professor is going to get for this.” Katie looks down at the control and plants a finger against her lower lip. “Now, let’s see how this thing works.”

“Katie! People will notice me missing! And the security cameras will prove you did this!”

Katie looks back at Kimberly, her jet-black hair nearly blocking her vision of the stunning blonde standing in the chamber. “People will forget. And as for the cameras, do you really think the professor will start things off in a press conference answering questions that his life’s work has a downside?”

“Downside…?”

“Yes, like what would happen if someone didn’t input a date. Would it still work?”

Before Kimberly could say any more, Katie presses a button on the machine starts to whirr into action. Kimberly tries to escape the chamber, but the doors shut in front of her. Within moments, Kimberly is transported to the parallel universe.

Now in the new world around her, Kimberly begins to wander. It’s clear to her that the chances of finding some route out might be non-existent, but if the Professor created this place than maybe he created a way out. All she has to do is find it.

It’s a bit of a long journey, but Kimberly finally comes into contact with another woman. This woman though doesn’t look like she can answer any questions as she stands there watering plants completely naked with a gag in her mouth that has a leash attached to the front of it. So instead of asking her a question, Kimberly just continues on feeling herself being watched by the water girl.

Soon, Kimberly finds herself walking through some farmland that looks to be eighteenth century, the professor really had a thing for that timeline, where she notices female after female. The only thing though is that all of them are gagged, naked, and busy doing manual labour on the farm. Each one of the women look at Kimberly with expressions she can’t help but consider about, as though they’re trying to tell her something. Others though give no expression; they just walk right past her. These ones Kimberly can’t help but feel a little concerned over.

“Why would the professor create a universe where all of the women were slaves?” Then it dawned on her that the professor’s view of women wasn’t exactly twentieth century material. Though she didn’t know that his views were this extreme, or perhaps its due mainly to his original idea being expanded upon to such a level. Either way, it’s a little disturbing to her to see women treated as such.

Of course, had she’d have figured it out sooner; she might have been able to dodge the shovel shot to the back of the head. A little primitive but it gets the job done as Kimberly can feel herself being pulled through the field by her hair.

Soon she feels her wrists becoming tighter as she soon falls limp to the ground.

“Katie”. Just thinking that name keeps her emotions in check. All of them ranging from love to hatred can be found when she just thinks about that story of betrayal. And after seeing the expressions of some of the women, the ones who merely ignored her presence, it was clear she needed this story more than ever. The way they looked, the way they moved, like they were programmed machines or women with no hint of thought running through their minds. That was something Kimberly wanted to avoid at all costs.

She knew that escape would find her, but with all women here considered nothing but slaves, it would be hard for her to remain unnoticed in her attempt. For that reason she waits and again holds to the name “Katie”.

The man comes back ready to give Kimberly some more nonsexual attention. This time he comes with a longer leather strap, twice as long as her leash was. Attaching both ends to her bit, the man takes the middle portion, which becomes the third end, and with a gentle pull brings Kimberly to the outside world.

She’s soon greeted by both the sunlight and the sight of some of the slaves she saw the day before. More of them now look as though all trace of thought is gone. There are some though that look toward Kimberly and feel sorry for her. She had the chance to escape but didn’t take it in time, now she too seems to have fallen into their line of fate.

Kimberly can again feel herself pulled forward toward another couple. A fatter, bearded man greets Kimberly’s “master” as he approaches with a slave of his own dressed in the same manner as Kimberly. It’s clear that the brunette standing across from Kimberly is one with no thought as she stares blankly at the blonde. Kimberly switches her glance from her master, to the other master, to the brown haired slave, to a few sets of slaves and masters. Within moments, she feels herself being pulled yet again.

Kimberly tries to catch up with her master and it takes a few steps to do so. At the same time she notices the brown haired slave walking right next to her keeping her gaze forward, always forward. Not once does she even glance at the perky tits of Kimberly.

The bearded master hands the reins of his slavegirl to Kimberly’s master who takes them over toward a carriage. Both men take a little time setting both slaves into position. Strapped, locked, and ready to go, Kimberly watches as the bearded man heads back to his cottage while her own master takes a seat in the carriage.

A lone tear streaks from Kimberly’s eye as she begins to wonder if she’ll ever get out of here. If she’ll even escape, and if she does how long will she last until she’s captured and made into someone else’s slave? And she can’t exactly talk to anyone. The men will cuff her while the women can’t speak anyway.

The whip cracks across the buttock of Kimberly first and she jumps in a yelp as she feels the carriage beginning to move. Eyeing over beside her, Kimberly notices that just at the sound of the whip has the brown haired slave pulling the carriage. Kimberly feels she should do her part and begins to pull as well.

It’s a long trek, much longer than the one she had the day before when she first entered her new home, filled with heavy whip cracks and constant bellows from the man in behind her. And the entire time the woman beside Kimberly shows no emotion as she continues to pull the carriage keeping her gaze forward.

Along the way though, Kimberly realizes that she and the brown haired slave beside her were merely next to nothing in this world. No wonder the man wouldn’t touch her in a sexual sense, she was a common slave. Perhaps then there were women who were free to be used as breeders. Bit of a contradiction there, Kimberly dejectedly thinks to herself. If they were free, then they wouldn’t be used.

Finally the walk ends back in front of the bearded mans house. Kimberly in deep pain as most lashes were sent her way. Clearly though it was because her master was just stating a point here. But the day isn’t over for Kimberly or her stupid companion as the bearded man now takes a seat as Kimberly’s master steps to the side. Again and again they switch all day long until finally the sun rests giving a reason for the two men to call it quits.

Kimberly is then lead back to the barn where she is undressed and reshackled to her stall floor with the ring gag placed snugly in between her jaw. The man then leaves as a sudden thought enters Kimberly’s mind. “Katie”. At this point, Kimberly would be asking herself “who?”, that is if she had any thought to give.