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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [066/157] (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 66

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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The soft grass changed to harsh asphalt beneath her bare feet as
Kate stepped over the protective curb and into the parking lot. Rows
of cars and mini-vans and sport utilities dotted the spaces. The
asphalt reminded Kate of the smoking area out back of the school.
She glanced in that direction and shivered.

"You wouldn't happen to know which car Jessica drives, would you?"

Kate slowly shook her head.

"Who's Jessica?"

Leigh answered quietly. "It's Miss Chamber's first name." The naked
girl turned to the Timeman. "Why do you care which car she drives?"

He held up a key, the sunlight reflecting off of it, crawling across
Leigh's bare skin briefly like a butterfly tickling her belly and
her hips.

"It's a Toyota," he said, reading the brand from the key.

Leigh shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

"Where'd you get that?"

"From her purse," he said simply. He handed the girl the key. "The
brand should narrow down the search."

Leigh flashed him a puzzled look, but at his impatient motion,
trotted towards the cars, reading their grills. Kate watched as the
girl moved away from them, at every Toyota, Leigh detoured grasping
the key in her bound hands, and trying it in the door locks.

"Why do you need ... Jessica's ... car?" Kate asked quietly.

He hadn't said anything for a while, and she was afraid that he
might strike her for breaking the silence. Instead, he grasped her
elbow lightly, and guided her back to the curb over which she'd just
stepped. At his urging, she lowered herself to sit on the concrete.
It was cool against her bare backside. Kate stretched out her legs,
keeping them carefully together, her heels resting against the
blacktop.

He lowered himself beside her, but not touching her. He closed his
eyes.

"Can I sit in the grass?" Kate asked.

He shook his head. "Hopefully, Leigh will find the car soon."

Kate glanced up. Leigh continued her slow search, frustration
evident on the girl's face, even from a distance.

Kate sighed, the simple denial of her request flooding her being.
She had to ask where she was allowed to sit; she had to accept his
whims. It was frustrating, and in a strange way, almost erotic.

"Why do we need Jessica's car?" Kate asked again.

This time, he answered.

"We have to go downtown."

"Downtown?"

"You know, where the skyscrapers are?"

Kate sighed. "Why?"

He didn't answer her, instead, glancing over at Leigh. The girl had
moved to the last row, the cars parked up against a chain link fence
that separated the school grounds from a strip mall.

The silence stretched. One of Leigh's sighs tickled Kate's hearing
as the girl found yet another Toyota that refused to admit her.

"Why not unfreeze a bus? Or take the subway? There have to be a ton
of girls that you could play with there."

He laughed, turning his eyes back to Kate.

"This isn't only about playing with naked girls." His finger brushed
at her bare breast. She was getting used to his casual touches, and
she didn't flinch. "I need sleep, Kate. Otherwise, I get cranky. I
doubt if you want to see me cranky."

Kate nodded slowly. No. She didn't want to see him cranky, and it
bothered her that she was powerless to prevent it, if he ever
managed to get into that state.

He continued.

"And besides which, do you know how to drive a bus? I don't. And
while, I suppose, I could force the bus driver to do it, we'd
have to find a bus first. And as for the subway, think about it. If
I unfroze a train, yes, it would be fun, assuming that there was one
in the station." His eyes lit up a little. "Lot's of poles and
handrails to cuff the two of you to." At this suggestion, Kate paled
a little. "But what happens when I want it to move? Don't you think
there would be another train in the tunnel ahead? And if I don't see
it fast enough, because I'm tired."

"Crash," Kate whispered.

He smiled. "Smart girl. Maybe we'll investigate a subway at some
point, but not today. We'll take the Toyota, this time, if Leigh can
find it. Okay?"

Kate nodded, pursing her lips.

When she glanced up from examining her bare toes, Leigh was hurrying
across the parking lot, grimacing as she stepped on something sharp
on the pavement. The Timeman had his eyes closed again.

Leigh stopped in front of him, a puzzled look on her face. He
didn't open his eyes. The key dangled loosely from her fingers.
Leigh looked at Kate, who shrugged.

Leigh took a breath, and leaned down to touch his shoulder. When he
still didn't respond, she gently shook his shoulder.

(Oh, God. He's dead. He died beside me, and we'll never
 get home, much less out of these damn handcuffs.)

He stirred.

"Janey? Time for your bath ..." he murmured sleepily.

His eyes fluttered open, taking in Leigh's naked form standing in
front of him with a start of surprise.

"You're not Jane," he muttered, blinking his eyes rapidly.

Then recognition flooded back, and he wearily pushed himself to his
feet. Leigh backed up a little.

The naked girl handed him the Toyota's key, and turned.

"That one," she announced. His gaze followed her pointing arms. Kate
gazed over towards the fence.

The car was compact, and a deep shade of forest green. It didn't
look new, but neither did it look particularly old.

He extended his hand downwards. Kate grasped it, and pulled herself
to her feet.

"Thank you," she whispered.

They walked in silence to the small green car. The driver's door was
open, as Leigh had left it. He glanced in, then straightened.

He turned to Leigh, holding the key out to her.

"You drive."

Leigh looked stricken, and backed away from the key.

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

"Pardon me?"

The girl looked like she was holding back tears.

"I. I've never driven before."

He regarded her. "You've never driven?"

She shook her head.

"No time like the present to learn. Doesn't matter if you hit
anyone."

"But," she murmured, "it's standard." Despite her protestations, she
took the key from his hand.

He glanced back into the car. Sure enough, a stick shift stood proud
between the seats.

"Every girl should know how to drive standard," he said, unmoved.

Kate took a deep breath. "If you like, and you can't drive standard,
I can. I learned on a standard. We'll get wherever you want to go a
lot faster than forcing Leigh to learn, now."

He turned slowly towards Kate, his face thoughtful. "I can drive
standard," he said slowly.

Nevertheless, he plucked the key from Leigh's palm. Leigh's face
registered her relief. He handed the shiny metal to Kate, who held
it lightly between her right thumb and forefinger. Leigh mouthed:
"Thank you," as he turned back towards the car.

Inside, he fumbled with the driver's seat. It rocked forward with a
clatter.

Quickly, he released Leigh's hands, and recuffed her wrists behind
her back. She looked up at him pleadingly, but he ignored her,
leaving her hands behind her back.

"If you aren't driving then you don't need your hands."

Silently, she turned back around to face him.

"You don't need to tie me up at all," she said.

He nodded, but guided the bound girl to the backseat.

"If you'd rather be free, we could put you in the trunk."

She paled, and shook her head. She looked almost as tired as he
looked. Kate whispered a quick prayer of thanks that neither Leigh,
nor the Timeman were going to attempt to drive. She would feel a lot
safer being control of the vehicle.

She laughed inside. She would be controlling a vehicle more than she
had control over her own destiny.

Leigh descended into the car awkwardly, his hand on the top of her
head, almost as if she were a police prisoner.

The back seat of the car was almost non-existent, but Leigh didn't
complain. She shifted around gracefully until she was sitting
sideways, knees bent, bare feet against the sidewall of the car. The
naked girl leaned her head back against the glass, and she closed
her eyes.

"It's hot in here," she said before falling silent.

The seat clattered back, and he motioned Kate to enter.

She did, settling her bare body into the driver's seat. He closed
her door, and rounded the front of the car to slip in the passenger
side. Kate fumbled with the key, but it slipped easily into the
ignition.

"Where are we going?" she said.

She watched as he carefully slipped the seatbelt around his shoulder
and hips. The lack of a seatbelt around her unnerved her a little.

He didn't answer her, but settled into the seat and leaned his head
back against the headrest. Glancing in the review mirror, she could
see Leigh, eyes still closed. She didn't think the girl was asleep
yet, but given her day, it was a possibility.

"Drive," he said.

Instead of doing as he asked, Kate held out her hands towards him.
He opened his eyes, and glanced at her posture, shaking his head.

"You have to be kidding, I can't drive with these things on?"

"Why not?"

Kate raised her eyebrows. "Because it's a stick shift?"

He laughed. "So don't drive too fast, and be careful when you shift
gears."

"I'll have to let go of the steering wheel. You're kidding."

He shook his head.

"God," she said. "If I crash us, I don't want to be blamed."

"Oh, I'll blame you," he said simply, and leaned back again.

With a sigh, she fit her bare feet over the pedals, testing them.
The clutch moved easily, the gas pedal moved more stiffly than she
was used to. A strange car, and he wanted her to drive handcuffed
and naked. Wonderful.

She depressed the clutch, and twisted the key. The engine purred to
life. At least Miss Chambers maintained the thing.

Getting the vehicle into first was a challenge, and she hopped it to
a soft curse from Leigh in the back who banged her head against the
window.

"Sorry," Kate said. The jolting start hadn't seemed to bother the
Timeman.

She restarted the car, and moved the clutch more carefully. The car
slid into motion.

She thought he was asleep already, but as she slowed at the school
entrance, he said: "Left."

She turned the wheel left, and they moved onto the strangely
unmoving roadway.

"Where are we going?" she asked again.

He told her. She raised her eyebrows, but navigated the car between
a stopped car at a red light, and a cyclist. The car only barely
fit, and she stalled it again, but managed to restart it before it
stopped rolling.

When she glanced back over into the passenger seat, he was asleep,
his chest rising and falling rhythmically. Leigh appeared to be
sleeping in the back seat, too.

She cracked her window, to let some of the dry radiant heat escape
from the interior. The low whistle of the wind reminded her of a
world that wasn't anymore. At least for her.

"Sleep well," she said.

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The road was clearer here, and while she couldn't drive at highway
speeds, she didn't have to navigate stopped cars that were
impossibly close together.

At a stop light, before finding Lakeshore, she had scratched the
Corolla horribly, against a Mercedes. But the car had fit through,
without waking the Timeman. Leigh had murmured something in her
sleep as the screech had penetrated the car, but hadn't woken up
fully either.

Now, the car was moving at a steady forty kilometres an hour,
according to its speedometer, hardly highway speeds, but after the
crowded side streets, it was heaven. The road rose onto an elevated
highway. An overhead sign indicated the direction to downtown.

For a second, she considered it, swallowing heavily. Her bare foot
touched the brake pedal for a moment, giving her time, if she wanted
it.

Steer to the right, just a touch.

(I could do it. End it right here, and right now.)

(What?)

(End it.)

(Don't be stupid, Katie.)

(What am I going to do?)

The sign standard looked strong enough to stop them, or at least to
launch them from the elevated roadway. Cars tumbled from there all
the time, didn't they? People driving like lunatics, jumping the
guardrail?

(How many of them survived?)

(Not many.)

She glanced at him again, sleeping peacefully unaware. If she
crashed the car, he might not even wake. What if she survived,
handcuffed and naked and alone in a silent world? She glanced at
Leigh, sleeping in the back. What would she want her to do, given
this opportunity?

He was wearing a seatbelt, the girls weren't, by design, or
accident, she didn't know. But those were the facts.

A horrible image of Leigh launched through the windshield, her
broken and bound body hitting the light standard, flashed through
Kate's mind. If she didn't die immediately, then what? The same
image replayed, but with Kate's own ribs broken and protruding from
her chest, where they'd impacted with the steering wheel. And him,
his seatbelt safely around him, laughing at them, naked and
suffering.

She shook her head.

She didn't want to die.

The car rolled slowly under the overhead sign, and Kate let her
breath out. A single tear rolled down her face, and she blinked it
away.

The engine didn't quite stall, and she geared down awkwardly to keep
the car in motion. The highway opened up in front of her. Her bare
foot depressed the accelerator a touch more. She smiled as the sound
of the wind increased near her left ear, fluttering her clean hair.

After she'd rolled under that sign, a freedom infused her. Yes, she
was naked, and restrained, but she was free, in a strange way. The
tune flooded her, before she could stop it.

"Get your kicks ... on Route ... 66 ..." she sang under her breath.

Another overhead sign, proclaiming: 'Jarvis Street - Next Right'
flew over the car as she dodged a van parked under it.

She smiled, and began to decelerate. The next exit would take them
where he wanted to go. She didn't know why they were going there,
but hopefully, finally, everyone would be able to get some rest.


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