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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [147/157] (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 147

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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Monique leaned forward, unconsciously pulling at the ropes that held
her arms behind her. She gasped as his fingers worked behind her
back, out of her line of sight. Her breasts, bare as they had been
for a long time now, shifted on her chest as the last of the ropes
fell from her body.

He walked around her, and without prompting, simply understanding,
Monique lifted her right leg, presenting her shackled ankle to his
fingers. She sighed as the cuff parted, and she was free again.

Absently, she rubbed at her arms, wincing at the light welts left by
the coarse rope.

"What about the others?" she asked, as she pushed herself to her
bare feet.

"The others?" He looked puzzled, as if the other three girls didn't
exist for him.

"Aren't you going to release them, too?"

His face relaxed, and he nodded slowly.

"In time. When they're ready. When it's time."

That vexed Monique, but she shrugged. While she understood some of
this man, she would never understand everything that surrounded her.
She glanced at Kate, and the redhead nodded, flashing her a smile
that reassured Monique that Kate, and the others, didn't mind
waiting in the ropes. The other girls seemed content to wait, secure
in their restraints, aware that he'd let them free, as he had
Monique, soon. Leigh shifted her weight with a stifled groan, but
then smiled as well..

"They aren't animals," Monique observed.

He nodded, and turned her around, facing the archway.

"Rope, or handcuffs?" he asked.

"What?"

"Would you prefer if I tied your hands with rope, or would you
prefer handcuffs."

"Neither," she said hopefully, but sensing that her hands would be
bound no matter what she said. Resignedly, she shifted her hands
behind her back, her fingers interlacing.

"Only for a little while," he said.

She believed him, somehow sensing that he needed her bound but only
for a while, because something had changed. Something had happened,
something larger than the six girls and the one man who inhabited
this strange universe.

She didn't remember much -- remembered Dawn standing between the
girls and the Timeman -- remembered deep pain, robbing her of sense,
filling her universe. Pain. Agony. Like she'd dropped into hell. Her
body shivered.

It was because of Dawn, and that battle, that he wanted her tied,
needed her tied.

"Whichever you'd prefer," she said simply. Honestly, she thought she
would prefer the handcuffs, but mainly because they were easier to
remove, and didn't tend to cut off her circulation.

She jumped a little as she felt steel kiss her wrists, and a smile
found her lips as the ratchet within closed about her, holding her
like a lover.

She unconsciously pulled against the cuffs, but knew that she was
secured until he unlocked her. Slowly, she turned to face him.

Another touch, and she began to walk towards the archway, her bare
feet quiet on the carpet.

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

She stopped under the painted doorway. He stopped beside her, one
hand familiarly upon her elbow. He made no move to push her, or
entice her to continue.

Her eyes swept over the remaining girls, finally resting on Leigh.
The brunette's eyes were damp, and the sense of conclusion leapt
through Monique like a steamroller. Her eyes moved to Andrea, who
smiled and nodded, as if she understood far more than Monique did.
Understood something that Monique hadn't even dwelt upon before.

"I'm going home, aren't I?" she whispered.

She turned back to the Timeman, who nodded slowly. She thought that
she saw a tear glistening there before he turned away from her,
moving off down the hallway.

"You'll be fine," Kate said, her voice nearly breaking.

Monique glanced down the hallway. He waited for her at the front
door, his hand resting easily against the mantle there.

Without thinking, Monique ran back into the living room, kneeling
between Kate, and Leigh.

"I'm going to miss you," she said.

The two girls nodded, tears falling slowly down their cheeks.

Monique gently kissed away the furrows, and pushed herself back to
her feet awkwardly.

"Good-bye," she said.

Leigh and Kate lowered their faces, perhaps in an attempt to hide
their own tears. Monique turned, and slowly walked from the room,
one bare foot leading the other. The chains behind her jingled
softly.

"Done?" he asked kindly. There wasn't going to be any more
punishment, no more asking his permission for simple acts.

She nodded, and stepped from the house into the sunshine.

It wasn't until she reached the walkway that she realised that she
hadn't said good-bye to Andrea.

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

The grass tickled her bare skin as she sat, legs together. Nicole
sat near the back of the property, still naked, but seemingly free.
Monique turned her eyes from the girl, a smile finding her lips.

"You're letting us go? Just like that? We don't have to fuck you for
our freedom?"

His eyes were on the sky, his back against the elm. He seemed to
shiver at her words.

He nodded slowly, his eyes finding her face. There was no
disapproval there -- not for her use of the word fuck, not blaming
her for her enquiry.

"What do you want, Monique?"

She laughed, a sudden ease suffusing her.

"I want to go home."

"Soon, Monique, I promise."

"Clothing? My life back?"

He smiled. "Clothing isn't a problem. When we go back inside,
there's a black dress in the kitchen. You can wear it if you like."

Monique nodded. She had worn it before, sizing it for another girl,
for a dinner that seemed only a distant memory.

"The use of my hands?" She jingled the cuffs behind her.

He sighed, and held up a key. Sunlight reflected from it, dots of
lights danced across the grass like Tinkerbelle. He leaned forward.
Monique twisted, and then sighed, leaning back away from him.

"I can stand it until we go back inside."

He nodded, and she was warmed somehow by the look of appreciation
that crossed his face. That she should even want to please this man
surprised her. But she sensed it, he would have released her in a
second, if she'd pressed. Her hands could remain behind her for a
while more. He'd help her up, if she needed it.

"Why?" she asked.

"Why, what?"

"Why are you letting me go?"

"Because it's time. We can't stay any longer."

She nodded, though she didn't understand. It had something to do
with Dawn, but she didn't need to understand. She was going home.

A stab of electricity warmed her breasts. For a second, she was
surprised as the grass tickled her private regions as she sat.

"I. I want sex. Here. Before I go back," she murmured. A hot flush
infused her face before she could stop it. He nodded easily, no
surprise on his face.

Her lips continued to form the words, before she could stop them.

"It's different here. I won't have the chance again." Almost in
apology, she continued slowly. "Not you," she whispered. He smiled,
as if he'd expected it. "I mean, I will, if you like, but ..."

He leaned forward and shushed her, placing a finger against her
lips. When she stopped trying to speak, he released her.

Her mind filled with images of washing the other girls, gentle rain
falling amongst them, fingers easing away aches and pains, forbidden
touches. She closed her eyes, seeing her fingers brushing soap
across Dawn's bare body, Nicole's, Kate's.

When she opened her eyes, he wasn't looking at her. He watched
Nicole, as the naked girl bent to touch a flower.

"I don't know what this is," she whispered. He didn't say anything,
didn't even look at her. She continued, undeterred. "You've robbed
me of my humanity, made me take off my clothing, crawl naked in
front of my office, made me have sex with everyone, never allowed to
climax. Even now, I'm sitting here naked in the grass, my hands
handcuffed, handcuffed, behind me, and ... I honestly don't know
what it was all for. I was a lawyer in my former life, a damn good
one. I had it all. You took it all away from me, brought me here.
Why, me?"

His eyes found hers and held them.

"You're pretty and you're strong. You were the girl I was drawn,
too."

"There are a million girls out there prettier and stronger than I
am."

"That's where you're wrong, Monique. You're going to run that firm
one day, and you'll be good at it."

"I'm confused," Monique said. "I. I don't know what I want."

He smiled and reached to touch her foot. She made no attempt to pull
away, his fingers sending ripples of excitement up her calf to her
thigh.

"Yes, you do."

"If I hadn't come here, I wouldn't know, would I?"

He shrugged. "You might have figured it out."

"I won't remember, though."

He shook his head.

"I don't think I want to remember."

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

They walked down the path, the odd stone pressing into her bare
toes. She glanced across the manicured lawn, and saw Nicole watching
her.

Without even glancing at the Timeman, she turned, and walked across
the grass. Idly, she hoped that she wouldn't forget the sensation,
and remember to walk barefoot in the grass whenever the opportunity
arose, back where she was supposed be. Nicole waited, standing
awkwardly upon the grass.

"This is good-bye, isn't it?" Nicole said.

Monique nodded. "I think so."

Nicole sighed, and shifted her weight. "I know that you won't
understand -- you've always wanted to go back, and I understand
that. I don't want to go."

Tears flooded Monique's eyes, and she wished that she could have the
girl stay. She'd offer her own freedom for this girl, if she could,
stay here bound and naked forever if necessary. She cursed the cuffs
that still adorned her wrists, twisting at them savagely. She wanted
to hug Nicole, draw her in close.

As if sensing Monique's problem, Nicole reached forward with her
free arms, and pulled Monique in. Her scent flooded Monique's
senses, arousing her as her skin kissed Nicole's. She felt Nicole
cringe, perhaps as her injury grated, but Nicole didn't release her
for a long time.

"It's not the same here," Nicole whispered. "We're free."

"I know. There isn't such a thing as rape, or assault here. Not
with him. I figured that out a while ago."

"Do you hate him?"

"Not anymore."

Nicole smiled, and nodded. "It's different here. Like ... Eden."

With that, Nicole bent and kissed Monique's cheek. Monique fought
off tears, and returned the kiss, chaste, like a sister.

Nicole brushed the tears from her eyes, and smiled.

"Have fun. Whatever you do, have fun like there is no tomorrow."

"I will."

And she was pretty sure that she would.

Turning, she ran back to the Timeman, who'd settled on the first
marble step, not watching the naked girls, but concentrating on a
particular cloud, that reminded Monique of a dragon in flight.


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