The end, and answers.

The kids were away out, though certainly Lisa had spend a good hour gazing at family photographs. The timelines were blurring in her head now, 10 years of memories that once never existed flooding into her. Many were wholesome, family outings, dinners together, first days of school, cuddles and movie watching. Others were far racier, every so often she stopped in her wanderings around a house so familiar yet new as some memory of sensual violation, of decadent submission made itself known to her and she needed to catch her breath. More than once she admired herself in a reflective surface, the beautiful stranger she had become. She was in amazing shape, it was no wonder she'd only put a tiny, tight slip on for her exploration, inspite of having had three kids her waist was as tiny and tight as her teen years, her hair and skin luxurious.

"No, not three," She chastised herself, hands settling over her womb. Her earlier plea of 'breed me again' echoed in her mind. She knew there was no contraception, Jake was going to put a fourth child in her, maybe more, his prize breeder had rested enough. "Four. Four and more."

She made her way to the kitchen where Jake had laid a little lunch out for her. Her diet was carefully controlled, so was her exercise, so was her life. She had made herself Jake's property ten years ago and he made sure to keep her in the best condition, for himself as much as her.

"What... happened...?" She finally asked as she ate. More memories were coming back, not just of this new life, but her old one, fighting to be remembered, thing she couldn't when she was in the past. "What really happened? It was... bad wasn't it?" She could remember blood and bruises, sloppy desperate tattoos, drugs and scars.

"You died, Sugarplum." Jake says, firm and dark. Lisa shudders, descending from the stool to kneel reverently at his feet, pressing her face to his thigh for comfort as the slip falls down a little. "You suffered and you died. I spent years looking for you, but I found you too late."

"You're the one who sent me back, you saved me..." Her heart swells, her devotion grows, truly her life belongs to him. Tears well in her eyes, memories of lying in a dark alley, cold and broken and gasping fight to live. She nuzzles Jake's crotch, a pitiful whine coming from her throat and he lets his cock out, letting her lick and suck on it as a kind of lustful stimming.

"I did, Angel. It was a lot... and you can remember now because you've caught up to yourself." His voice becomes a growl as her lips sink down his shaft, desperate, needy, grateful.

"Thank you Jake, thank you Darling... for everything..." Lisa gasps against him, raising up and folding her luscious breasts about his cock as she pleasures her Husband, her Saviour. "For loving me, for saving me, for disciplining me, for breeding me! I hope, I hope whatever you had to do I've been worth it, that I can be worth it!" She feels needy, pathetic, aroused, loved, too many things all at once and so much happier than she had been in that terrible life before.

Jake in response casts her to the floor and mounts her, spreading her legs and kissing her neck.

"You are worth it Sugarplum. Every single time."

He sinks his cock into her and she trembles. She is home. He bent space and time to bring her home and she will never stop showing her love and gratitude for that. As he fucks her, as he breeds her once more the memories of that awful life burn in the heat of his passion and love. This life, Jake, her children, is the only life that matters now.

That night she lies away, pressed into Jake's side. He deserves more, so much more for all he has done for her and she wonders... perhaps she could find some sweet young thing, one who looked like she did at 19... he never did get to enjoy Sugarplum and Angel at the same time...

She giggles as at last she falls asleep... it's fun to make plans for the future now...