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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [125/157] (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 125

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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For once, he hadn't made her tie up the others. It was something
that Kate hated to do, and perhaps he knew that -- but it was beyond
her why he had spared her the indignity of binding the other others
this time. In fact, it kind of made her nervous. It was bad enough
that she would be restrained, but to force her to participate in the
bondage of the others seemed unfair somehow. Problem was, her
fingers knew knots -- always had. Kate looked up from her bare
knees, pale against the carpet upon which she knelt. She watched as
the Timeman crouched beside Leigh, whispering something to the other
girl. Leigh shook her head once, but didn't seem to resist, folding
her arms behind her back like Nicole, Andrea and Monique had before
her.

Perhaps, today, the Timeman wanted to be doubly sure that the girls
were secure. Kate didn't understand why -- could only feel the
undercurrent of something important happening. It felt like a train
approaching, rumbling the ground under her, announcing its presence
in a subtle bone rattling gait. One didn't know if it was an
elephant, a rocket, or a train coming, but it didn't matter. Any of
them would crush her, bound to the tracks.

He didn't bind Leigh's ankles, leaving her as Monique and Andrea and
Nicole, kneeling easily, their bare feet obscured by their bare
thighs. Kate shifted her stance uncomfortably. It wasn't easy to
kneel for any length of time. That was one of the unexpected
surprises of this place. One learned that many ordinary things that
seemed harmless, might not be.

She watched as the Timeman wrapped ropes around Leigh's upper arms,
encasing her breasts above and below. Leigh didn't really need a
bra, none of the captives did, Kate noted, but the ropes seemed
almost to be supporting Leigh like the uncomfortable underwear did.
Kate smiled ruefully; she missed her underwear sometimes.

The Timeman ran his fingers over the valleys that the ropes created
across Leigh's bare chest, while Leigh visibly shivered, but didn't
protest. Apparently satisfied, he pushed himself to his feet and
returned to that damnable backpack, drawing out more lengths of rope
from a seemingly infinite supply. Kate felt her sex throb, and her
breasts tingle. She closed her eyes, refusing to watch as he
approached her, swinging the ropes between his fingers. Through the
quiet, only the soft breathing of the girls, and Leigh's groan as
she shifted position minutely, reached Kate's ears.

When Kate opened her eyes, he had fallen to his knees beside her,
ignoring the other bound girls behind him. They weren't a threat.
Even free, they weren't a threat. Kate suspected that he was very
aware of that.

Without being told, Kate shifted her arms behind her back,
uncomfortably aware of the effect it had on her chest. But, as
usual, the Timeman ignored her bared breasts, and kept his eyes on
her face. Kate wasn't fooled. If he hadn't been interested in her
body, she would be clothed right now. He merely kept it civil when
the girls were watching him, she suspected. She had no idea why --
she couldn't do much about it if he chose to rake his eyes over her
nudity. But he didn't, and for some reason it made her feel slightly
more comfortable while she knelt in front of him, arms folded behind
her back.

"I won't fight with you," she said quietly. "But can you tell me
why?"

"Why what?"

Kate glanced down at his jeans, then back to his face. He hadn't
moved to tie her, yet. But he would. And her body tingled
treasonously in anticipation of just that. She hated the feelings
this stirred up most of all.

"Why do you need to tie us up? We aren't any threat. You know that.
We've done everything you asked -- even kept you and Nicole company
with the asshole."

He frowned at her last word, and Kate swallowed heavily.

"Sorry, I meant 'animal'. It just slipped out."

He smiled then, and leaned in somewhat conspiratorially.

"You were right the first time."

Kate smiled, and knelt still. Slowly, he moved around her and began
to wrap ropes around her wrists. Almost out of habit now, she moved
her hands to accommodate his movements, making it easier for him to
wrap the ropes about her limbs.

(I shouldn't be helping him.)

(What will it gain to make it difficult. You'll let him as soon
 as he begins to hit Leigh, and you know it.)

Kate settled herself, concentrating on ignoring the sensations in
her clitoris that rose up as her arm movements steadily restricted.

"Why do you want us like this? You're going to hurt us, aren't you?"

He grunted in reply somewhere behind her. After a moment, he began
to move to her right, as free as the girls were not.
Experimentally, she tried to move her right hand. The fingers worked
fine, but the arm itself was securely anchored to her left, folded
neatly and quite uselessly behind her back. She pulled again, and
realised that there would be no escaping this. Not that she would
have tried, even if it had been loose. She felt vulnerable and
helpless -- which of course was only a true reflection on her entire
situation. The ropes only made it slightly more personal.

She felt him begin to wrap her upper arms, in a mirror image of
Leigh. His fingers brushed at the soft skin of her upper breasts,
and then tickled her below. Sparks of electricity raced down her
spine, and she stifled a small moan.

When he was done, he again moved into her line of sight, and
crouched easily in front of her.

"Try to get out."

Kate didn't even need to pull at her arms to know that there was no
hope of that. Not without help. Instead, she arched her back, and
attempted to reach a knot -- any knot -- behind her, stretching her
fingers to their limit. She knew it would be a useless gesture, but
something inside her demanded that she try. And not only because
he'd asked her.

"I can't," she said wearily. Then after a moment, "I wasn't free
before you tied me up either, though."

He sighed, and then lowered himself to the ground, crossing his legs
like an Indian. Kate watched him, envious of his physical freedom,
and wishing that she might shift her stance to mirror his. Two
problems with that, though. First, he might punish her for breaking
the kneeling position that he'd demanded, and second, she would be
frightfully exposed. Not that she had any privacy anyway, and not
that he constantly ogled her nakedness, but sitting cross-legged was
- -- pushing her envelope. She would, if it were demanded of her, but
she wasn't about to increase her exposure of her own accord. She was
suddenly keenly aware of the exposure of her breasts.

"Kate?"

For some reason, she had expected him to call her 'Katie', and she
was somehow warmed that ever since that first encounter in the
school's front yard, so long ago -- why had she been under that tree
again? -- and she'd told him off for using the familiar form of her
name, he'd never used it again.

"Mmmhmmmm," she murmured. Truthfully, she was more trying to ignore
the protests of her thighs, and the tingles in her arms, than
anything he was saying to her.

"It's beginning," he said quietly. Kate was sure that the other
girls wouldn't be able to hear his words to her, anymore than she
had heard the words he'd spoken to each as he bound them.

"Beginning?" she whispered.

He nodded, his face pinched almost in pain -- but perhaps
exhaustion, or worry. "The beginning of the end."

Kate's eyes widened. "You're going to let us go?"

He smiled easily, but instead of answering her, he began a new tack.
Kate mentally shifted gears to listen.

"I don't know what's going to happen today, but I suspect that today
may be harder on you, than the others. I need your cooperation --
not only for me, but for everyone."

"I've already promised to do whatever you want ..." Kate said
quietly.

He nodded. "And for the most part, you've done well. Today, I fear,
won't be easy on anyone, but you most of all."

"You're going to hurt me. Aren't you." Kate suddenly knew, with
utmost certainty that her words weren't questions. She closed her
eyes, and tried to control her breathing.

When she re-opened her eyes, she was surprised at his face. It
didn't show eager anticipation as it had in the past; it wasn't the
face of a man who might tape lit cigarettes to a cheerleaders
nipples to scare her for his own gratification. Rather, his face
projected worry, both for himself and for her, as if he were
shouldering a burden that perhaps had grown large for his shoulders.
Almost comically, she felt like offering to hug him, which with her
arms behind her back was physically impossible.

His voice came slowly, and without inflection. Slowly, he shook his
head.

"I hope not, Kate. I don't want to -- not this time. But I may have
to."

It made no sense to her at all, but she nodded anyway. Even while
her previous pain had stirred up frightening sensations, mostly
centred between her legs, she didn't like pain -- it was as if her
body enjoyed betraying her mind -- it was as if her body had found
another mind to control it, one centred outside of herself,
somewhere in the mists of time. Like Leigh, she was nearly
constantly aroused, and her body ached with it. The ropes on her
arms, her vulnerability, her helplessness, her lack of control
didn't help. Not at all.

And out of the five girls here, Kate knew that somehow, if any of
them needed to provide a target for pain, she could bear it better
than the others. And she would -- somehow she was surer of the
outcome of the day than the Timeman even was. She sensed it, like a
medium channelling some kind of psychic flow. Something was going to
happen today, and she was instrumental to it. And she couldn't fail.
She didn't understand how she, a seventeen year old high school
sophomore could make a difference, but it had been thrust upon her
with one short statement: "I hope not, Kate. I don't want to -- not
this time. But I may have to."

She believed him. While she knelt in the safe living room, naked with
arms secured behind her back, she believed him.

Slowly, he pushed himself up, then taking her arm at the elbow,
helped her to her bare feet. Her thighs sighed as they uncoiled,
and she shook her legs as he moved to help the other girls to their
feet.

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She'd always been taught that she should never wrap anything around
her neck, and as a general rule, she obeyed that wise sentiment.
Unfortunately, she didn't have any mobility in her arms, and when he
lined her up with the others, leading the line, and wrapped the
coarse rope about her throat, she couldn't even find the strength to
protest the danger of it.

Of course, her objections, overall, to the indignity were more based
on her comfort than real danger. Having the rope wrapped around her
throat was probably at the same risk level as walking around with
her hands tied behind her back -- one stumble and she could easily
break bones. She wouldn't stumble. Couldn't.

He tightened the rope about her throat, not tightly, but enough to
make her aware of its presence. It reminded her of a similar
restraint in a school yard, holding her to a wall by her neck,
watching Karen, oh God, Karen, tortured and tormented, unable to
help, or comfort the girl. Karen was, of course, now, blissfully
unaware of any of her suffering, but the association welled up to
grasp at Kate's heart as he secured the last knot to hang in the
base of Kate's throat.

The rope extended back over Kate's shoulder, connected to Leigh's
throat, then back to Andrea's, Monique's and finally Nicole's. Kate
shivered and pulled idly at her arms. They were beginning to ache,
but she knew that they would be screaming for movement if she were
left like this for any extended period of time. While she hoped that
wouldn't be the case, her precognition of the situation was more
realistic.

He gathered up the end of the line, perhaps four paces in front of
her. He hefted it in his hand; Kate felt the movement through her
unprotected throat. If he pulled, she was going to follow him. And
Leigh would follow her, and Andrea would ...

"Is everyone ready?"

Kate swallowed, then found the courage to speak.

"Is this really necessary?" she asked. The arms were probably
unavoidable, but the throat tether seemed excessive. "We'll follow
you willingly, you don't need to leash us like this."

He hesitated for a moment, and Kate's heart skipped a beat, honestly
believing that he might reconsider the rope joining the girls.

Instead, he shrugged.

"I could use nipple clamps to string you all together."

Kate gulped, and shook her head quickly. Her nipples ached even
thinking about it, and the shivers of anticipation through her body
bore testament to her growing arousal. While she might be able to
take nipple clamps, she doubted if the rest of the girls would
appreciate it. It was beyond her perceptive abilities to know that a
similar shiver at the suggestion had flowed from her, along the rope
at her throat and into each girl behind her, to more or less
degrees.

"Please, no. The throat leash will be fine, sir," she said quickly.
She still didn't understand the need to connect them all, or lead
them, but it wasn't unusual for her to be confused by her captor.
Most of the time, she believed that he did it on purpose, to
intentionally keep them all off balance. And even knowing this,
didn't help. Kate felt off balance.

He nodded, and repeated his first question:

"Is everyone ready?"

There was a low mumble of assent, some of it tinged with an edge of
discomfort -- Kate's arms weren't likely the only ones that ached
already from the restraints.

"Why are we doing this?" Kate asked once more as he tugged the rope
connected to her. She stumbled into motion, her feet automatically
finding the pace. The other girls fell into step behind her.

He stopped for a moment, and Kate felt Leigh nearly bump into her as
she halted as well.

"It's the beginning of the end," he said.

It made no sense to Kate, but she nodded anyway. This time, she
began to walk before the rope tightened against her throat.

As she stepped across the threshold, still following the Timeman,
fresh air caressed her face and filled her lungs. And while it felt
nice to be outside again, she was suddenly conscious of her
nakedness, her vulnerability. She glanced around, as he halted for
a moment at the top of the marble stairs.

Somewhere, she felt eyes upon her -- and they didn't belong to the
Timeman or the other girls behind her. Something. Somewhere.

She shook off the feeling, as she descended the stairs, her bare
feet registering the texture differences as they moved from the
marble to the rougher concrete of the walkway.

Somewhere to the left, a black squirrel scampered through the sea of
green that was the lawn.

Kate tilted her head up as she walked, soaking in the sunshine. At
the gate, they halted for a moment, while the Timeman glanced up and
down the road as if expecting an ambush, or something. His demeanour
worried Kate for a moment, but then he relaxed, turning to look at
the mansion, and then across the grounds. Nothing except the rogue
squirrel stirred.

"Where are you, little minx?" the Timeman murmured.

Kate ignored him, understanding that the comment wasn't really
directed at anybody or anything in particular. She looked up at the
house, wondering if she would ever see it, or its interior again. If
not, she would miss it; it had been home of sorts, and she was
finding that stability, above all else, was important to her. What
else did she honestly have?

Then the rope tightened again, and Kate began to move, away from the
mansion, and away from certainty. Her heart beat insistently in her
chest, and her clitoris sang out to her. He guided the girls out to
the middle of the road, where the asphalt soaked up the unchanging
noon heat and radiated it back into the soles of her naked feet and
toes. It felt comforting, if a little harsh. She would have
preferred to walk on the grass, or better yet in running shoes, but
in the Timeman's agitated state, she was loathe to capture his
attention any more than necessary, with useless protests and
complaints. If he wanted to walk down the middle of the road with
his train of naked, and barefoot, beauties, then that is precisely
what she'd do. She pulled once more at her bonds, but they remained
infuriatingly secure.

She didn't know where they were going, or what she'd find there, but
it was the beginning of the end. Whatever that meant.


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