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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [090/157] (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 90

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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Leigh knelt, and began to work at the knots that held Monique.
Monique sighed, and didn't squirm as the ropes fell from her limbs.
The knots weren't nearly as tight as the ones that had held Linda,
but presumably Monique hadn't struggled nearly as much, either.

The other girls busied themselves returning various implements to
the backpack, and then standing naked by the doorway. It wasn't as
if there were suitcases of clothing to pack away -- everything was
in order in a matter of minutes.

Monique sighed through her gag as she pushed herself to her feet
after the last of the ropes fell from her body. She rubbed at her
wrists where dark red lines marked her pale skin. She tugged at the
ball futilely, her eyes begging him to release her. Without a word
to her, he unlocked the leather, and allowed her to pull the ball
from her mouth.

"Thank you," Monique mumbled. She didn't return to her knees, but
merely watched as Leigh coiled the ropes quickly around her own arm.
Leigh rose, and padded to the front door. Monique trailed after her.

Leigh slipped the coils of ropes into the backpack.

"Where are we going?" she asked him, as he made a final survey of
the room.

Satisfied, he turned towards Leigh, and responded.

"Not all of us are going."

Leigh looked around at the other girls.

"Handcuff Monique and Andrea. Hands behind them."

Leigh faced him. "Why?"

"You don't need to know."

"I know that. Please, why?"

"Because they're new, and I want them restrained. You and Kate can
go without."

Leigh shook her head. "If it's all the same to you, if Monique and
Andrea have to wear handcuffs, I will, too."

Kate looked disappointed, but nodded as well. She held her wrists
behind her back and turned.

Linda, after a moment, held her hands behind her back as well, in a
show of solidarity.

He laughed and shook his head, as if marvelling at the girl's
dedication to each other. He turned to Linda, motioning her forward.
Leigh bent to gather five sets of handcuffs from the pack.

"Linda won't be joining us," he said. Linda looked stricken, and she
swallowed heavily.

"Please, I don't want to be left alone again. If you do leave me,
please don't tie me. I'll do whatever you want. Please?"

He grinned, and touched her bare shoulder.

"Linda, my dear, I'm letting you go."

"Go? Like I don't have to be tied anymore? Hurt anymore? Naked
anymore?"

"Sort of. You'll be naked, but only because you'll be in the
bathtub."

"You're kidding."

He slowly shook his head. A smile broke across Linda's face, but
when she turned to face the other girls, her face fell a little.

"I can't leave them," she whispered.

Leigh shuddered, dropping the handcuffs she held in her right hand
to the tile of the entrance hallway. The handcuffs clattered and
jingled. She stepped forward, embracing Linda.

"Don't be stupid," she whispered. "We'll be fine without you. You
have more to worry about. Enjoy being a newlywed without worrying
about walking around naked, for him."

"But ..."

Leigh raised her finger and touched Linda's lips. Then she kissed
her. The kiss was chaste, but it still sent shivers through her
spine. She shook off the feeling and embraced the girl tighter.

"No buts," Leigh said. "Go back where you belong. Please. For us.
All of us want you to go home."

Linda nodded, turning to Kate. She held out her hand, but Kate
jumped forward and hugged her, too. Bare skin rubbed, but they
didn't care.

"I'm sorry about what I said to you," Linda whispered.

Kate shrugged. "I would have said the same things. Strength comes in
different packages." She hugged Linda tighter.

"I know that now. Thank you," Linda whispered with a final squeeze.
She waved to the other two girls, and stepped back in front of the
Timeman. The Timeman let his gaze travel her body, and Linda simply
allowed him to do it, unabashed. She was going home.

He led Linda back to the hot tub, and guided her up the stairs.
Linda waved, and then settled beneath the bubbles, sighing as the
water surrounded her.

"Good-bye," she said. Then she gasped once and fell silent, her body
unmoving.

He returned to Leigh and Kate. "She'll be all right in there, even
if we never came back."

"You didn't let her go?"

"I didn't return her, no. She and Mark share a timeline, but she
would never know it. If we decide to come back, they'll still be
here."

Kate sighed. "I hope we don't."

Leigh echoed the sentiment, and bent to pick up four out of the five
handcuffs that she'd originally gathered. The remaining pair,
Linda's pair, lay accusingly against the pink tile.

Andrea and Monique turned and meekly accepted the cuffs. As Leigh
turned towards Kate, the Timeman stopped her.

"If Kate wants to be a martyr, I'm not going to stop her, but she
has to wear the cuffs in front."

Kate looked at him quizzically, but slowly returned her hands in
front of her, turning back around to face Leigh. Leigh clipped the
restraints around Kate's wrists, finally struggling to close her own
pair about her wrists behind her. Kate touched her shoulder, and she
turned, presenting her back to the redhead. Kate quickly ratcheted
the devices closed about Leigh's wrists, and then all the girls
turned to face the Timeman. He gazed at the girl in the tub for a
moment, and then opened the door. The girls had to sidestep around
Mark. Leigh shivered as her breasts dragged gently across his cold,
dead skin. But after she was out, she relaxed, and waited for the
Timeman to slip past Linda's frozen husband.

"Couldn't have been in a more awkward place, could he?"

"You froze him there," Leigh said.

He laughed, and then began to lead the way. As the door closed,
Leigh watched the hot tub, and Linda, slowly fade from view.

It had been home, of sorts, for her, and she felt a tug in her
heart. When she looked up, the girls had nearly disappeared down the
long corridor towards the stairs.

"Sleep well, Linda," she said as she ran to catch up with the group.

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The backseat was a tight squeeze for the girls. Leigh's shoulder
jammed up against the window, and her knees pressed into the
passenger seat. Her bare skin pressed closely against Andrea's
thigh, and the air felt warm and stale in the back. Monique sat in a
similar position behind the driver.

The Timeman enjoyed the relative spaciousness of the passenger seat,
and Kate sat behind the wheel.

"Now I know why you wanted me cuffed in front."

"You'd hit a lot of Mercedes if you were handcuffed behind. Don't
get used to it, though."

"I won't."

After a few minutes, she asked, "So where are we taking the party
now?"

He turned in his seat, the seatbelt stretching from his shoulder.
The girls weren't wearing seatbelts.

"To our next home."

Kate sighed, and held out her hands. She still marvelled that she
was sitting here without clothing, her hands held together with the
thin chain and the metal bracelets. Her bare feet caressed the
pedals.

He raised himself slightly off the seat, and rummaged in his
pockets, eventually producing the shiny Toyota key. He pressed the
key into Kate's open palm, and the girl twisted in her seat,
fumbling it into the ignition.

The engine purred to life, and the Timeman settled back into the
seat. Kate drew a deep breath, and moved her feet on the peddles.
The car jumped forward, and stalled. The girls in the back groaned
as they were jostled.

Kate sighed, and restarted the engine, this time easing the car into
gear. She navigated around a blue delivery van, and slowly picked
her way through the littered downtown streets.

"Where are we going?" she asked quietly. The Timeman was watching
the pavement slip by as Kate drove carefully around another parked
Jaguar.

"North," he said without looking at her.

Kate sighed, and concentrated on changing gears and keeping the
small car on the road.

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"Turn right," he said.

The traffic light was stuck on perpetual red. Kate ignored it, and
twisted the wheel. The car responded, and slipped onto a wide,
mostly empty street. Long lots, ringed with decorative black fences
and gates, underlying towering elms, lined the road. The only cars
that Kate needed to avoid were expensive BMW's, Jaguars, Mercedes,
and even a Ferrari.

"Where are we?" Kate asked.

"Almost there," he said. His eyes scanned the expensive looking
properties to the right and left.

"Here," he said.

Kate pressed gently on the brake pedal, the car slowly riding to a
stop. She depressed the clutch as the engine began to falter.

"Here?"

Kate's eyes widened. He pointed, as if this were the most natural
destination in the city.

"Here?" she repeated.

He nodded. Without thought, she slipped the car back into gear, and
turned left between the towering brick gates, and over the asphalt
of the driveway.

The girls tumbled from the car, helped by both the Timeman and Kate.
The asphalt was warm and comforting beneath Kate's feet.

She stood with the other girls, in awe, looking up at the mansion
rising before her. She shielded her eyes with her hands.

"Here?" she said again.

"We needed some place to crash for the night, didn't we?" he said.

The Timeman began to walk up the marble staircase leading to the
enormous front doors.

"Is this a castle? Or a house?" Kate whispered. The rest of the
girls merely watched, agape, as the Timeman ascended.


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