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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [087/157] (MF+, bond, control) {Crimson Dragon}
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Author's Shortened Preface:
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In the interests of reducing bandwidth the full preface is now 
available at:

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Crimson_Dragon/www

I would encourage you to read it at least once. If you ignore
the full preface and end up offended, you have nobody to blame but
yourself. Caveat emptor. The really important bits:

This is a work of erotic fiction. As such there may be scenes with
nudity, sex, and even questionable non-consensual bondage. If you
are a minor, or you are irresponsible at any age, you shouldn't be
reading this -- find somewhere else to play. I won't be offended.
If you are looking for a quick stroke story, this probably isn't
it. For a piece of writing of 157 chapters, there is remarkably
little sex. You've been warned. Twice.

This is an original work, copyrighted by the author, Crimson Dragon.
Please do not use it as if it were your own. Enjoy the writing, but
do not archive or sell it in any manner without my written
permission. I'm easy to contact if you wish to redistribute my
words.

Lastly, I thoroughly enjoy hearing from people reading any of my
stories. Feel free to contact me with raves, rants, encouragement or
dissertation (note the lack of invitation for spam). I do try to
reply to all who are kind enough to drop me a note.

Now, if you are still with me, onto the story,
 - Crimson
   (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Crimson_Dragon/www

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Dawn of Time - Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

Chapter 87

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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"Rachel?"

The girl behind the counter looked up, puzzlement turning to
outright fear as her eyes took in the four naked women standing
behind the man holding a gun. For a moment, Rachel though that she
would faint, but she didn't, holding onto the desk for support.

"How do you know my name?" she asked carefully. She couldn't take
her eyes off the blonde girl wearing the baseball cap, and a collar,
but nothing else. The girl beside her had something that looked like
a red tennis ball wedged in her mouth.

"Unimportant. Where is there a decent submarine shack?"

"What?"

"A sandwich place? Somewhere to get lunch?"

Rachel pointed towards the elevators, her hand visibly shaking.
"Downstairs. In the concourse. There's a deli, and a submarine
place. Why? Why? Why are they ..."

She didn't get to complete the thought. The girls faded, as a
tingling overtook her limbs and then her torso. Strangely, her
nipples tingled last, even when the rest of her was numb. Darkness
descended.

                         <---===***===--->

"Hold up," he said. Kate and Leigh stopped, and walked slowly back
to where he stood lightly holding the leashes leading to Andrea and
Monique.

Kate glanced at Monique, tears unshed lined her eyelids. Monique
stood with her own eyes closed, a low moan issuing from behind the
ball in her mouth.

"Please," Kate said. "Let her out. Leave her hands cuffed, but take
that damn ball out. I'll wear it if you need someone to wear it.
We'll share it."

"She tried to run."

"Wouldn't you?"

He seemed to consider it, finally turning towards Monique.

"Are you going to try to run again?"

The naked girl slowly shook her head without opening her eyes.

"Are you going to behave? Honour our agreement?"

Monique looked puzzled for a moment, but then nodded
enthusiastically. Slowly, he turned to Kate, digging in his pocket.
He held up a tiny silver key. Kate held out her bound hands, and he
pressed the key into her palm.

"If she acts up, you get to wear it."

Kate nodded, relief flooding her face. She scampered over to
Monique, and began to struggle with the tiny lock holding the gag in
Monique's mouth.

He turned towards Leigh.

"Thank you," Leigh said quietly.

"For what?"

"You could have left her in that all day. Thank you for ungagging
her. I would have traded with her, too."

He shrugged, as if he knew that he could, and Monique's comfort was
only of minor concern to him.

"I know you would."

A slight popping sound emerged as the ball fell from Monique's
mouth. The girl cried out as she worked her stiff jaw, and began to
cry as Kate cradled the gag between her handcuffed hands. Kate
reached up to massage the girl's jaw.

He turned back towards Leigh. He pointed at the store in front of
her. It was one of the larger book chains.

"As the Book Turns," the sign read in blazing red. Customers milled
about frozen at the bargain book bins near the front of the store.

Leigh shrugged, as he motioned for Kate to join them. Kate
abandoned Monique, and padded over.

"Go get yourself a book each," he said.

Leigh and Kate looked at each other, and then at him. He nodded, and
they dashed towards the bookstore, unabashed at their nudity, or
handcuffs. As long as the customers remained frozen, they were
finally getting used to being naked in the world.

Andrea and Monique watched them go wistfully. He found an empty
bench and lowered himself with a sigh, into it. Resigned, Monique
and Andrea walked over, the leashes trailing after them, to stand
and wait.

                         <---===***===--->

"... the universe deals with paradox. Paradox can't happen."

Andrea shifted, tucking her legs under herself. He wouldn't let her
sit on the bench, but had told both girls to sit. The tile of the
concourse felt dirty against her bare skin, but she didn't think
complaining about it would faze her captor.

"So you couldn't return in time and kill your own parents?"

"I don't think I could return in time. The possibilities for
timeline corruption would be endless, and probably unresolvable. If
I sneezed back in '69, I might not have been born."

"Then what is this place?"

"Parallel universe? Alternate timeline?" he said, shrugging.

"You don't know? Isn't that dangerous to be playing here?"

He nodded. "There are risks, I suppose. But we're here. Paradox
comes into play in other ways. If you turn on a shower, it will
operate, even if the pipes are frozen to it. It operates because it
would if the world were unfrozen. However, a television set won't.
To be honest, I don't understand the difference."

"People," Andrea mused. Her foot itched, and she absently scratched
at her toes with her bound hands. "If there's people involved, then
cause and effect don't work."

"Not quite. I think I'll have to run more simulations. See if
complexity of the system has anything to do with it. Simple things
work. I don't trust elevators here, though."

Monique sighed in response for that. "Forty-two floors," she
murmured. The Timeman ignored Monique, speaking again about paradox.

"But paradox influences philosophy. It brings up an interesting
question."

Andrea looked up past the bill of her cap, from her bare breasts.

He pointed at a patron of the mall -- a mother pushing a baby
carriage. Andrea twisted to look.

"You can't be serious. A mother and a baby?"

"I'm not going to touch them. But suppose I did. What if I killed
the baby, in an attempt to get the mother to do something sexual for
me."

"Anal sex?"

"Whatever. She doesn't want to do it, and I kill the baby. Even
accidently."

"She would."

"What?"

"Give you whatever you asked for. You could rip her insides out
through her throat and her rectum by merely threatening the baby.
Anal sex would be a breeze for her. Mothers are different. Trust me.
She'd do whatever you wanted, without much of a fight."

He seemed to remember another time for a moment, before returning to
the present.

"I could return them, back to the main timeline. Their experience
would never have happened. Period. Existence is based on time.
Without time, the experience doesn't happen. Even if I killed the
baby, on their timeline, it never happened. If I raped the mother.
It didn't happen. Not for them."

Andrea shivered, and shifted, pulling her knees up to her chest, and
encircling her calves with her bound hands. She was aware that her
movement would have given him a show, had he been looking at her,
but he wasn't, instead gazing at the carriage.

"It didn't happen for them. The question is. Did it happen for you?"
she said quietly.

"Yes," he said wearily, "did it happen for me?"

A moment later, he spoke again.

"Isn't that actually the point?"

Andrea shrugged.

"As long as I don't tell the mother that her baby had been killed,
she'd never know. It would be like a fantasy, only existing in my
own mind."

"Philosophically, I don't know. But it seems that this is a little
more than fantasy."

"Is it?"

"There are consequences here, on this timeline, as long as we are
here. Monique hurts because you gagged her for an unreasonable time.
I'm sitting here naked, debating paradox with you. You've hurt
others here, I imagine, before you took me. This may be fantasy for
you, but while we're here, it's pretty real. We're still human
beings, you know. We hurt, and we get embarrassed, and we cry. Just
like you."

He lapsed into silence, and Andrea didn't attempt to reopen the
conversation. She sat naked, and rocked quietly, turned to watch the
front of the book store. Idly, she wondered if Kate and Leigh would
return, or whether they'd try to run. It occurred to Andrea that
this could be a test. She bet on Kate and Leigh returning.

                         <---===***===--->

Actually laughing, Kate and Leigh appeared holding a few books in
their bound hands. They ran back to where the Timeman sat on the
bench. Andrea pushed herself up, and helped Monique to stand again
as they approached.

Her stomach growled as she realised that she was hungry.

"What did you get?"

"Leigh, the silly girl, wanted to pay for them," Kate said
breathlessly. Her happiness was infectious. Andrea felt uplifted,
and a smile graced the face of Monique for the first time since
she'd been ungagged. Kate continued the story. "She made me go to
the cashiers before she realised that even if she had money, she
didn't have any pockets." Kate sobered a little. "So, we applied our
five finger discount. I don't think they'll care."

Leigh looked a little abashed at the story, but held out the two
books she held in her hands. He lifted them, one at a time.

"The Throat? Peter Straub? A Tale of Two Cities? Dickens?"

"The Peter Straub book is for me, and the Dickens I got for Andrea
or Monique. I didn't know what else to get."

He picked up Kate's books. "The Two Towers? And Agatha Christie?"

Kate shrugged. "I was reading The Lord of the Rings, um, before you
took me, and the Agatha Christie can be for whoever wants to read
it."

Andrea smiled. "I've never read Dickens."

"Christie is fine with me," Monique chimed in.

He walked forward and unclipped the leashes from the throats of
Monique and Andrea. The girls looked appreciative, even as he wound
them into a ball and slipped the leashes and the books into the
backpack. Kate bent and picked up the pack, and they moved down the
concourse, together, slipping around patrons.

He looked strangely at a mother pushing her baby in a carriage, and
all but Andrea cringed. They continued on, until the lights of a
food court grabbed their attention.


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