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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [127/157] (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 127

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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They silently passed a fountain, its water frozen in time, children
surrounding it like a maypole. An image, unbidden rose into her
mind. Monique stood naked and shivering in the middle of the
fountain -- no, not this one -- another fountain -- her hands cuffed
behind her back. Her restraint seemed kind when compared to that
which she now suffered.

She didn't know where the images came from, but she suspected that
something outside of herself, something even outside of the Timeman,
had implanted the vision into her cortex. She shook her head, and
the fountain in the mall, the real one, shifted back into her
perceptions.

There were eyes here, and something beyond the sightless staring of
the thousands of people that she dodged around almost without
thought. Her nudity, and her exposure, and her discomfort all melded
as though she were finally in control of herself. Of course, it was
only an illusion, but the sense of being watched had intensified as
she moved quietly through the concourses.

The rope continued to pull her along, tightening when she slowed.
The mall surrounded her in silent company as she moved across the
marble.

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The rope leading her slackened, and then dropped. In surprise, Kate
stopped, and Leigh bumped gently into her from behind with a soft
"Oooof."

"Don't do that without signalling," Leigh whispered, and for some
reason the comment brought a smile to Kate's lips. She nearly
laughed, but somehow stopped it before it began. If it had emerged
from her lips, she wouldn't have been able to stop -- she knew that
with utmost certainty. And only God knew what the Timeman would have
done to stop her from laughing. Kate shivered at the thought.

"Sorry," she muttered, and felt Leigh back away a touch.

She turned her attention to the Timeman. He was moving away from the
girls, stepping quickly, glancing about himself almost nervously.
Kate felt the unseen eyes brush over her skin again, and suddenly
realised that the Timeman, perhaps even more than she, had felt it,
too. She nearly turned to tell Leigh, but then refrained as he cast
her a withering look.

Sometimes, she thought that maybe reading thoughts came as a package
with Time Control, but then she realised that he merely wanted her
quiet as asked -- he'd probably seen her minute movement to turn
towards Leigh, and taken steps to avoid the situation.

In front of the girls stood a small kiosk -- a newspaper stand where
one might buy snacks, or a Star, or Sun, or a Chatelaine. Kate's
eyes swept over the magazine rack, automatically averting as they
encountered various skin magazines -- Penthouse, Playboy, and Gent.
She sighed. He appeared to be walking directly towards the magazine
rack. With a shiver, she suddenly understood -- he was going to take
the publication and make them pose like the models within. Giddiness
rose up in her again, and she had to work to force it back down. She
hoped that her pose wouldn't involve an open crotch shot. The
thought sobered her and she continued to watch as he ignored the
magazines, and slipped out of sight down an aisle.

Kate lowered her gaze. What the hell would he need with skin
magazines, when he had a completely docile train of beautiful girls
standing and waiting for him in the middle of the concourse. She
shivered, and only raised her eyes when she heard the soft patter of
his shoes on the marble.

He eyes lit up as she saw what he carried, an inadvertent sigh
escaping her lips.

He carried a bottle of Evian spring water, it's plastic shiny with
condensation.

He held it up to Kate, and she closed her eyes.

"Please," she whispered.

Her throat was as dry as a desert, almost painful as she breathed.
She heard the top snap as he twisted it.

"Sip. Don't gulp."

She only half understood the word. The half she understood
immediately was that all five of the girls would need to share the
bottle. It was large, but all of them were thirsty. The second half
of understanding only came as the cool, sweet liquid passed down her
parched throat to burn her belly.

At first, she thought that he'd poisoned her, but then full
understanding slammed into her as her stomach convulsed. He pulled
the lip of the bottle from her lips, and stood back watching her
warily. With an effort, she managed to keep the contents of her
stomach where it belonged, but understood that if she'd drank the
water any quicker, she would have been violently sick. He'd saved
her that.

She nearly raised her head to thank him, but he had already moved
past her to Leigh, whispering the same instructions.

He made four passes along their line, feeding the girls sips of
water until the bottle was empty. While it wasn't enough, it helped,
and Kate found that she felt better. Not her feet, or her thighs or
her arms, but her spirit seemed to rise with the small act of
kindness.

Almost casually, he tossed the empty bottle towards the store where
he'd stolen it. Before it touched the ground, it disappeared. Kate
gasped, and then turned towards him. She'd never get used to time
control.

He reached forward, and grasped the leash. Before it tightened again
around her throat, Kate opened her mouth and heard words flow.

"Thank-you," she said quietly.

He nodded, but didn't pull her forward. He seemed to sense that she
wanted to ask something more.

"Please, can we eat something? A chocolate bar? Anything?"

He leaned towards her, his voice only at a whisper.

"There will be time for that later. You only want to rest, and we
can't. Not right now. You've had your rest."

Instinctively, she knew what he'd said was true. She really wasn't
all that hungry, especially after she'd almost vomited. But tears
found her eyes anyway. It wasn't the denial, as her absolute
helplessness that pushed her misery into physical manifestation.

He touched her cheek, almost tenderly. She wanted to twist away, but
she didn't, instead taking whatever small kindness that was offered
her. Her arms ached in the numbness. She was deathly worried about
them.

"Where are we going?" Kate whispered.

"We'll be there soon. I promise."

"I can't feel my arms anymore. Are you going to untie us when we get
there?"

He sighed, and moved around behind her. Through the numbness she
felt him tracing some of the ropes holding her. Her arms felt cold
and dead. Then she sensed him move to check Leigh.

He moved back in front of Kate and shook his head.

"I'm sure it's uncomfortable, Kate," he said. She nodded in definite
confirmation. Uncomfortable was an understatement. It wouldn't have
made any difference, but she almost wished that she'd fought a
little when he'd tied her. "But it's not doing any damage. It hurts,
and your arms are a little red, but it'll be hours more before
anything is in permanent danger. I have no interest in permanently
hurting any of you."

"It's more than uncomfortable, sir. When are you going to untie us?
Please? You don't need to have us like this."

He laughed, but it was kind. "I'm afraid the rest of them are stuck
for a while. You? I'm going to have to untie soon."

Relief flooded into her, until she realised that the rest would
remain like that. Slowly, she shook her head.

"If you aren't going to release everyone ..."

"I know. You don't want to be untied. I'm afraid the martyr routine
won't work this time. Trust me. They won't envy you."

Kate paled, uncertainty flipping through her. She shivered, but
stood still as he reached again for the dropped leash. This time,
he almost allowed his fingers to touch her thigh longer than was
strictly necessary. He smiled at her and held the leash up.

She didn't wait for the insistent tug on her throat. She stepped
forward. She felt a little better, in a way, the water washing some
of her fears away, but she had the uneasy feeling that it was the
calm before the storm. He'd practically promised to make her life
more miserable.

And she had no doubt, whatsoever, that he was capable of that. She
pulled at her bound arms again, wincing, and realised that she
wasn't sure if she could take more misery than this. She placed one
foot in front of the other, and followed mutely as he led the train
of girls towards their ultimate destination.


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