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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [067/157] (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 67

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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She pulled the small car up to the curb, fumbling with the ignition
until the purring engine died. Stopped cars and pedestrians littered
the downtown streets, while silent skyscrapers reached for the
motionless sun. By Kate's reckoning, it should be far closer to
darkness than the sun overhead would indicate. Her mind boggled.
  (He stopped the sun??)
  And that was only counting the time since he had unfrozen
her.

The Toyota was double parked, but Kate seriously doubted if anyone
would care. She reached for the door handle, pulling it with both
bound hands. The door swung open, but only to a point. Before the
edge had travelled ten centimetres, it collided with a jolt with
something invisible but terribly solid. For a moment her mind was
confused, her eyes searching in vain for the obstruction.

The old frozen air trick. She glanced at the Timeman, sleeping in
the passenger seat. Was he awake? Kate was reasonably sure that
Leigh still slept in the back seat.

Kate closed the door with a quiet chuff, and reached out tentatively
to his shoulder.

(What am I doing? If he's asleep, he isn't hurting anyone.)

Kate sighed. She didn't want to spend the rest period in the
too-small confines of the car. And both the Timeman, and Leigh,
would be sore if they slept like they were. She didn't care so much
about his comfort, but she didn't want to see what he would be like
cranky. No sirree.

He didn't wake with the first touch. Gently, she shook his shoulder,
the chains between her wrists jingling softly.

"Sir?" she said quietly. Leigh stirred at the sound of her voice,
but all the Timeman did was gently push her fingers from his
shoulder.

"Sir?" Kate said a little louder. "We're here."

"What?" He sat up, rubbing at his eyes. He seemed surprised to be
there. He glanced out the window at the tall buildings like a steel
and concrete forest around them. Leigh pushed herself up awkwardly
in the backseat, blinking her eyes and groaning.

"We're here. Where you wanted to be. At the hotel."

"Hotel?"

"Harbour Castle?" She paused. "That's where you told me to drive. We
made it. Barely."

He looked puzzled for a moment, then relaxed. He slipped the seat
belt from his body, and twisted.

"You awake, back there?"

"Yes, unfortunately," Leigh murmured. The naked girl in the backseat
tried to stretch out her legs, flexing her toes. Her knees made
small cracking noises.

He reached for the door handle and swung his door open.

"God, I'm tired," he remarked as he stumbled around to open Kate's
door. For him, it opened easily, nearly hitting the Acura that Kate
had double parked beside.

"Any problems?" he asked her, as he helped her out. The pavement
downtown was slightly warmer than that in her school's parking lot.

"Just a wayward overhead sign on the expressway."

"You took the expressway?" he said as he pushed her former seat
forward and reached in to help Leigh extract herself from the
backseat.

"There were fewer cars to get in the way."

Kate glanced at the side of the car. A big blue scratch ran the
length of the Toyota, clashing with the metallic green finish.

"I had a run in with a Mercedes, and, well, I didn't want to wake
you."

He nodded, shrugging. He didn't seem to care if the car was damaged.
Why would he?

Leigh stumbled out of the car and nearly fell to her knees.

"I don't like it back there. I feel nauseous."

He smiled, and supported her elbow rather than let the girl fall.

"Car sick?"

"A little. Since I was a little girl. Never quite grew out of it."

He nodded. "No more car trips until tomorrow."

Leigh sighed, and hitched herself up.

"Can we take these things off, now?"

He shook his head, and instead of releasing Leigh, he returned to
Kate. Resigned, she allowed him to remove her cuffs, and then placed
her hands behind her, to permit him to recuff her with her hands
behind her back. She pulled at her bonds, but knew that she wasn't
getting herself free. She was in them until he decided to free her.

"Why are we here?" Leigh asked, looking up. The Westin towered over
them against the skyline of the lake.

"Need some sleep."

"You live here?"

He laughed. "No, silly. I just always wanted to stay here."

Leigh shook her head, as if to deny that she was forced to ride
naked and handcuffed in the back of a Mini equivalent only to
satisfy a whim of her captor.

With that, he touched their shoulders and had them walk slightly
behind him as he wearily climbed the stairs to the lobby.

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

The lobby screamed money, fountains and marble and suits and
cocktail dresses. Kate hesitated as she slipped, after Leigh,
through the revolving glass doors. The doorman, who should have
offered to help her through, or taken her bags, if she had any,
simply stared out at the passing pedestrians.

On second thought, his eyes seemed to be resting on a pretty girl of
about eighteen, her blouse open three buttons, walking rapidly
towards the train station. Kate shook her head, and hurried to catch
up to Leigh and the Timeman.

She didn't know what he was doing, but he leaned over the marble
counter while the two girls stood and watched. The marble was warm
and smooth beneath her feet.

At last, he hopped down, and turned to face the girls. The blue
pack swung crazily for a moment in his right hand.

"She pretty enough?"

Confused, Kate answered, "Who?"

And then she knew. The girl was perhaps twenty-five, probably
working the desk as a stepping stone to hotel studies in college.
Her face, while not perfect, was pretty, and her breasts filled out
her uniform nicely. Whatever was beneath the desk was hidden from
Kate's eyes.

"You don't need her," Kate said slowly. "You need sleep. Anything
else," and she hesitated here for a minute, but if it meant saving
the girl, "and I mean anything else, I can do for you."

He laughed easily, some of the exhaustion slipping from his
features. "I know you can, Kate, but it isn't fair."

(No. It isn't fair at all. It's not fair that I'm standing
 here like this. Not fair what you are about to do to that girl.)

"I can't stop you," Kate whispered.

She watched as he pulled the gun from his waistband. Kate wished
that she could cover her ears, because she suspected that he was
going to use it.

The girl began to move, her eyes downcast onto something she
shuffled beneath the desk. Without looking up, to find out why the
world was suddenly quiet, she spoke to her hands.

"Welcome to the Westin. How can I help you," the brunette girl said.

"I was wondering if you accepted pets at this hotel," he said
quietly.

"We have a no pets policy at the hotel, but if the animal is quiet,
then sometimes we can get manager's approval. What kind of pet did
you have in ..." her voice trailed off as she raised her brown eyes
to take in the strangely silent and motionless world. Her eyes
travelled from him initially to stare at Kate and Leigh, both still
bound and naked waiting quietly.

"Sir? You can't. You can't ..."

"I can't bring my two pets in here?"

"They? Uh. Sir. Please," the girl said almost hysterically. Her
mind was beginning to process that none of the other patrons, nor
staff was moving to help her.

Kate sighed. Leigh looked too tired and dazed from her sleep, to
help.

Kate stepped forward, brushing past the Timeman, until her breasts
nearly touched the marble of the counter top. The girl watched her
approach in silence, as if she were an apparition, something to deny
her existence in her orderly world.

"Kate ..." the Timeman said, almost uncertainly.

Ignoring him, Kate dropped her voice to a whisper.

"What's your name?" she asked the girl.

"Rachel," the girl said hesitantly. "Why are you ... ? What is he
... ?"

Kate did her best to smile, and rattled her handcuffs.

"I'm Kate. Rachel, I know this won't make sense to you. If I were
you, I wouldn't believe me either. Why am I naked? Because he wants
me like this. Why am I handcuffed like this? Because he forced me to
wear them. Or else he hurts the people I care about until I do what
he wants. I don't want any of this any more than you want to see me
naked. Please, Rachel, I don't want to see you hurt as well."

"You don't even know me. Why is the world like ... this?" Rachel
indicated the lobby with a sweep of her arm. Her eyes were wide, and
disbelieving.

(That's what I looked like the first time he asked me to strip.)

"I don't know you, but I don't want to see your blood anymore than I
want to see Leigh's," Kate whispered. The girl paled a little at the
mention of blood. "He controls this world, it's different than the
one you are used to. The other people around, they can't see or hear
you, unless he unfreezes them. I don't think he will. He only
unfroze you, because you're pretty, I think. Screaming is futile,
though he likely won't hurt you if you want to try it. Please,
Rachel, do what he says."

"Will he rape me?" she asked, backing away from the desk.

Kate shook her head. "I don't know, Rachel, but I don't think so.
I'm like this, and he hasn't raped me yet."

Rachel nodded, fright still obvious in her brown eyes.

With that, Kate felt his hand at the base of her neck, twining into
her hair and gently tugging her from the counter. Kate didn't
resist, far too tired to resist.

"I'll go," she said quietly, and he released her hair. She padded
back to Leigh who shrugged with a jingle of chain.

He brandished the gun at the frightened girl behind the desk.

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

Her ears were ringing, and she was almost sure that the bullet had
ricocheted and almost taken off her right ear.

(Christ.)

Still Kate stood naked, her legs shaking. Rachel screamed and began
pulling her uniform jacket from her shoulders. The terrified girl
dropped the fabric to the floor behind the desk. Kate watched Rachel
as she bent to pull off her skirt and kick it from her body.

Instead of watching the girl strip, he walked back to Kate.

"I didn't ask you to do that," he said.

"Do what?"

"Talk to her."

Kate shook her head. She could barely hear him over the ringing in
her ears. "If I hadn't, she'd have been too frightened to do what
you want. At least this way, she sees another naked and helpless
girl, and she knows that she isn't alone. I just thought it might
speed up the process. You want her for something, and I think we all
need rest before you kill someone." Kate paused for a moment. "And
you didn't need to do that, either."

"Do what?" he said with a smile.

(You know damn well what.)

"Shoot at her."

"I missed, didn't I? She didn't want to strip."

"Of course, she didn't want to strip. I didn't want to strip for
you. Leigh didn't want to strip for you. None of us want to be
naked."

"I have my own way to speed things up," he said with a smile.

Rachel dropped her bra to the ground, out of sight behind the
counter. He turned to watch the trembling girl.

"Please don't shoot me. I don't want to die," the brunette girl
said.

"Just do what he says, and he won't kill you," Leigh said quietly.
Her voice wavered, almost as if she were sexually aroused by what he
was doing to the girl. Kate was aroused, but only marginally.

Rachel sobbed, but bent dipping out of sight, and then rose.
Probably, Kate thought, kicking off her panties.

"I'm naked," Rachel said. "Okay? You've seen me, though I have no
idea why you wanted to.
 (You know damn well why he wanted to.)
 Please can I get dressed now?"

Ignoring her plea, he sidled up to the counter and whistled. Rachel
blushed, her arms automatically covering her breasts.

"What do you want?" she cried.

"The key to the bridal suite."

"What?"

"The bridal suite. You have one, right?"

"It. It's occupied."

"So?"

"But. The couple hasn't checked out yet."

He laughed. "Make a key for the room, Rachel." He levelled the gun
so that it aimed between her bare breasts. Rachel looked right and
left, but no help was forthcoming. He waved the gun and the girl
began to rummage in the drawer under the counter. She slipped the
card into a reader, and pressed some keys on the computer.

"I could lose my job for ..."

He laughed, and she blushed again, finding her priorities in life,
and letting her voice trail off. She handed him the card.

"Room 1024," Rachel whispered. "Can I get dressed now?"

"I need a porter."

"What?" And then Rachel looked up and pointed at the man that Kate
had watched ogling the eighteen year old girl walking down the
street.

He laughed again. "Look at who's around me. Do you think I want him
to carry up my bag?"

He deposited the bag on the counter. It jingled.

"Please, let me go."

"In time," he said.

"If I carry your bag up, will you let me go?"

He considered it for a minute. "I'll let you go if you carry up the
bag."

She reached down to pick up her bra.

"Rachel?"

She rose, her underwear clutched in her right fist.

"I don't like my women clothed, in case you didn't notice."

"Please, no."

"And the elevators don't work," he said.

"Please, no."

Kate found her voice. "Trust me, Rachel, he'll make you do it. Just
carry the bag for him. Dance if he wants it, and thank God that he
didn't tape cigarettes to your nipples."

Rachel paled, and began to move down the counter.

"Where are you going?" the Timeman asked quietly.

Rachel turned and pointed. "I'm coming out. Without my clothes. The
door is over there. Please." She began to raise her hands above her
head. The gesture pulled her breasts up.

"Just climb over the counter, where I can see you."

She paled, as if she were aware of the spectacle that it would
cause, but with another glance at the still smoking gun, she sighed
and began to climb nakedly up until she was sitting on the marble of
the counter. Her bare feet swung idly.

He stepped towards her, placing his hands around her waist. She
grimaced and closed her eyes as he touched her, but allowed him to
lift her down. She stood as soon as her feet touched the marble. He
towered over her. She was typical height, perhaps five foot two, but
well proportioned.

She turned and grasped the backpack.

"Just the one?" she eyed the bag skeptically.

"Does it look like Kate or Leigh require a suitcase?"

Rachel shook her head. The backpack dangled at her thigh.

"Put it on," he said.

Rachel closed her eyes, and donned the pack over her shoulders,
adjusting the straps for her frame. Her breasts emerged to peek
between the straps.

"Where are the stairs?"

Rachel pointed to a door beside the elevator banks.

Kate took a quick look around the lobby. Nobody had moved, except
for Rachel. Behind the counter, Kate could see a flash of Rachel's
white bra sitting against the grey marble.

The world seemed a very lonely place.

He ushered Kate and Leigh through the door first, then Rachel. He
followed. For some reason, their footsteps echoed as each girl
ascended. His footfalls sounded flat and hollow in his shoes. They
didn't speak until they reached the tenth floor.

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

Her mouth was soft, and salty to taste, though she was breathing
hard from the climb. Kate was having trouble controlling her
breathing, too. Ten flights were more than she was used to,
especially barefoot with her hands pinned behind her back. Kate
tried to ignore that she was kissing another girl, again, and even
returned the kiss in an effort at making him happy. If he was happy,
perhaps he'd let Rachel go without whipping her. Perhaps a simple
female-female kiss would appease him, this time.

The blue pack sat at Rachel's bare feet where she'd slipped it off.
And then he'd told her that she would be let go if she kissed Kate
and then Leigh. Rachel had looked skeptical, as if she expected to
have more and more requirements heaped upon her until she was having
sex with him for her freedom. But she also looked resigned, her eyes
following the gun that he still hadn't returned to his waistband.

The naked girl hadn't even protested, but moved towards Kate.

"I'm sorry," Kate whispered. And then their lips met, and her pulse
increased.

(It's a girl, dammit!)

(I don't care. I don't care. I don't care.)

And then her lips were gone. Unfortunately, the arousal wasn't. But
Kate could live with it. It wasn't raging, like when she was hit in
front of people, helpless and naked, and unable to defend herself.

(Oh! That helped.)

Rachel walked over to Leigh. Leigh sighed, and bent her head. The
two naked girls kissed for a minute, and then Rachel lowered herself
from her toes to face the Timeman.

"Please will you let me go now? I kissed them like you asked."

"You've done that before?"

"Kissed Kate? Leigh? Of course, not."

"Kissed a girl."

Rachel shook her head. "I've kissed lots of boys. Why am I telling
you this?"

"Because I asked you to."

And suddenly the girl was gone, fading with a puff of blue smoke,
probably back to her oblivious position behind the desk.

"She has nice breasts," he remarked as he bent to pick up the bag.
The room key flipped through his fingers.

"She could kiss, too," Kate murmured, but low enough that he
couldn't hear her.

He slipped the key into the lock, a short beep emerged.

The numbers on the double doors read 1024. Kate stared at them for a
long time. The carpet under her bare feet felt soft and luxurious,
especially after the marble and the asphalt before.

Leigh stepped over the threshold and gasped. He smiled, a tired
smile, and ushered Kate towards the open door.

She followed Leigh, slipping into the bridal suite.


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