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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [107/157] (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 107

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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The mansions stood silently, like sentinels beneath the sprawling
elms to each side. He walked with Monique beside him down the middle
of the road, dodging the odd Jaguar and Ferrari. At last, she
stopped. After a few steps, he turned to face her. She stood above a
service cover, the metal of it gleaming in the noon day sun. It
didn't feel like noon, but the sun didn't know that.

"Come on," he said.

Monique trembled, but didn't move.

"It's hard walking like this."

"Like what?"

"Naked, with my hands behind me. I'm not going to attack you, or
anything. Can't we release these damn cuffs?"

He slowly shook his head. "I like you like that."

"Helpless?"

He considered that for a moment, then nodded. She sighed, and took a
few steps to catch up with him. When she neared him, she halted
again.

"Can I at least walk on the grass then?"

"Grass? Why?"

She looked down at her bare feet, and then at his running shoes.

"You've got shoes on," she said.

"Yes, and you don't."

She nodded. "Asphalt isn't the easiest on bare feet. If you won't
let me wear shoes, at least let me walk in the grass. Please? I
don't mind being barefoot, but ..." He smiled, and nodded.
"Thank-you," she said. She turned, and walked to the edge of the
pavement.

The road didn't have sidewalks, not in this part of town, so one
step, and her bare feet settled into the grass. She sighed, and
began to walk again. For a moment, he watched as her bare form
stepped almost happily through the grass, her face tilted up to
catch the rays of the overhead sun.

She paused, and turned, catching him watching her. She raised her
eyebrows as if to say, "and just what are you staring at." He
hurried to catch up with the girl, and settled into an easy pace,
matching her through the grass.

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

"We can take any car we want," she said. He nodded, puzzled. "Then
why are we here?" He shrugged. "It'll be ten times harder to drive
one of these things through this stopped traffic, you know."

"I don't think we'll be taking it for a ride," he muttered.

She sighed, resigning herself to the darkness of his whims. Monique
looked up as he mounted the stairs leading into the frozen bus. She
watched a girl, perhaps seventeen, that was about to embark. She was
pretty -- brunette and young. Monique hoped that the Timeman hadn't
seen her, but knew better. There was little that the Timeman didn't
see.

Monique shifted her weight from bare foot to bare foot. He appeared
near the fare box, motioning Monique inside.

"Why?"

"It's -- interesting in here."

"I don't have fare."

He looked surprised for a moment, then laughed. He motioned her
forward.

Interesting? She didn't like the sound of that. Not one bit, but
glancing around, she knew that she really had little choice. Her
heart began to beat harder in her chest as her bare feet climbed the
two steps, the cleats of the rubber lining the steps pressing
painfully into her soft soles. The rubber was far harsher than the
grass had been.

She stopped at the top, glancing through the bus. He was at the
back, glancing at the passengers. The bus driver, a striking middle
aged woman, reached out, frozen, about to operate the door with a
large looped handle.

"Where are we going with this thing?"

The bus seemed like a whale, and she Jonah, but it wasn't crowded at
the time of day that it had left the timeline.

"We're not going anywhere. Have to be home in time for dinner. Or
Leigh and Kate will freak out."

Monique nodded. Up until now, she hadn't really realised that she
was hungry. Her belly shifted, as she pulled at her handcuffs
carefully. And since when did he care if the girls under his 'care'
freaked out?

He approached the naked girl, and gently turned her around.

He unclipped her hands, leaving one side of the cuffs dangling from
her right wrist. Without a word, he guided her midway to the back of
the bus. The rubber non-slip flooring felt strange beneath her feet,
but it wasn't as uncomfortable as the stairs. She couldn't recall if
she'd ever been on a bus barefoot before. She didn't think so.

"Grab the bar."

"What?"

He pointed. A bar, meant to be held by standing passengers, ran
along the length of the bus. She hesitated, anticipating his intent.

"You don't have to tie me to the damn thing. I won't interfere with
whatever you have planned."

He sighed. "I know. Grab the bar."

She still hesitated. "Why?" He didn't answer. "Why do you want to
tie me up?"

He laughed quietly. "Why do you think?"

"I don't know." It was a lie. She knew exactly why he wanted her
restrained. It wasn't because she'd interfere otherwise -- she
wouldn't and he knew that. Control. He wanted to exert his control
over her. That's why he handcuffed her to walk down the street.
That's why he'd taken her clothes. That's why he kept her off
balance mentally. She hated to admit it, but it was effective. She
felt controlled.

Slowly, she reached up and clasped the stainless steel bar in both
hands. Shivering, she allowed him to place the cuffs about her
wrists again, preventing her from moving. The bar was high, and she
raised herself automatically on her toes to compensate. He stepped
back and admired her.

She flushed. "Monique Pelletier, the big lawyer. Some lawyer," she
muttered. He laughed, but not unkindly.

He sat in an unoccupied seat for a moment near her.

"Are you aroused, Monique?"

His question seemed strange, and she hesitated before answering him.

She glanced down at herself, wondering what had sparked the
question. Her nipples had erected, but that was most likely the
coolness of the spring day. He wore clothing, of course, so the air
probably felt a little cooler to her. She concentrated a little
more. Perhaps. Being naked and handcuffed in a public bus was
perhaps a little arousing. The tingle between her legs confirmed it,
but she willed away the sensations of her body. She debated telling
him the truth, but opted for the safer course. Nothing good could
come of admitting that she might be enjoying her exposure, at least
a little.

"Are you crazy?"

He smiled. "Perhaps. I'm not trying to justify taking you, or trying
to convince myself that it would fine to rape you. I'm trying to
figure out if time manipulation causes changes in hormone levels."

Her mind whirled for a moment. Then she asked a critical question.
"Is it affecting you?"

He turned away at that, and lifted himself from the seat. He
approached, with a thin smile on his lips. Monique shivered, but
didn't try to twist as he reached for her; he traced her skin from
the base of her throat, between her bare breasts, stopping at her
belly button. Monique groaned, and he smiled again.

"I think I know my answer."

Monique shuddered, and flushed, turning her face from his. She
heard him turn, and walk towards the front of the bus.

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

"Please, what do you want?"

The frightened feminine voice came from outside the bus. Monique
opened her eyes, and watched as the young girl from the bus stop
stumbled up the stairs, tears falling down her face, her hands
grasping at the hand rails to steady her. A moment later, the
Timeman appeared, holding a gun aimed at the girl's face.

The girl shivered, but didn't fall.

"Name?"

The girl hesitated, crying harder.

He touched her temple with the gun, and she shrank back.

"Please don't hurt me. Please. I haven't done anything to you."

"What is your name?"

The girl remained silent, and scared. Her eyes never left the gun.

Monique sighed, and called out.

"Tell him your name, and he won't hurt you," she said quietly. Her
voice carried well through the tunnel that was the bus. The girl
turned. Her pretty face was marred by tears, but she remained
attractive nevertheless. Her eyes widened at the sight of Monique
naked and handcuffed to the rails, and she cried out a little. She
turned back to the Timeman as he touched her shoulder with the gun.

"Why are you doing this? Who is she?"

"A smart woman. I won't hurt you if you do as you're asked."

"Melanie. Melanie Powers. Please. I don't want to die."

"Well, Melanie, I think it's time for you to give me your clothes."

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A pile of Melanie's clothes lay crumpled at her bare feet. Still
crying, the girl shook as she dropped the last item of her clothing
into the pile. Her plain cotton bra joined the other fabric, and she
slowly sank to her knees.

"Gather up your clothing, and come with me."

"Outside?"

"Outside."

"But ... please let me get dressed. Please?"

He gave her a look, and the girl's eyes fell to the gun. Slowly,
she began to pick up her clothing.

"Leave her alone," Monique said quietly. Instead of acknowledging
her, the Timeman rose and opened a window, letting a cool breeze
flow over Monique. When he turned, his newest captive stood naked,
holding her clothing across her heaving chest.

"Leave her alone. I'll do whatever it is you want."

He shook his head, and approached the girl. Melanie shivered, but
walked ahead of him towards the front of the bus.

"Please," she begged. But he didn't relent, and Monique watched as
he forced the girl to kneel on the sidewalk. She looked up at him,
her eyes wet and pleading.

"Please don't rape me. Please. Please. I'm only seventeen."

He smiled and crouched in front of the girl. His smile almost seemed
kind, if it weren't for the gun still aimed at her naked body.
Slowly, she dropped her clothing to the sidewalk in front of her.

"There are worse things than rape, Melanie."

The girl shivered, and hung her head, weeping. He handed her
something, and she took it, her eyes questioning.

"What do you want me to do with this?"

"You have a choice, Melanie. Do what I want, and you'll survive
this."

"What do you want me to do?" The girl's voice was losing its edge,
falling dangerously low into the realms of quiet acceptance.

"It's a lighter, Melanie. I want you to burn your clothes."

She looked up at him, her eyes pleading. "But, those are designer
jeans. They cost ... I saved for a month. Please no."

"We could stuff them in the gas tank of the bus, and you can let me
light it."

The girl glanced at the bus. Inside, Melanie shivered. She didn't
think that the Timeman meant to release her from the cuffs before he
created the world's biggest Molotov Cocktail. And though she didn't
believe that he'd roast her alive in here, she wouldn't want to test
the theory. Melanie knew even less of the man, than Monique did.

"The girl ..." Melanie whispered.

"Or we could tie you up and see what the lighter does to your
breasts."

Melanie paled, and swallowed heavily. Tears fell constantly from her
eyes.

"I'll do what you want. Just don't hurt me. Please."

He smiled, and watched as the girl pushed her clothes into a neat
pile. With one last pleading look, she spun the flint and stared at
the small flame. She leaned down, and surprisingly quickly, the
clothing caught, and smouldered. Soon, blue flames spouted, and the
girl backed away from the pile, tears flowing as her expensive jeans
reduced to black ashes.

"Please just let me go?" she whispered.

But he grasped her upper arm, and almost yanked her to her feet.
Crying, she stumbled back up the stairs. This time, she wasn't able
to keep her balance, and she sprawled onto the floor, her breasts
and tummy pressing against the rubber.

"Please, just let me go?"

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"You didn't need to do that," Monique whispered. "She would have
done what you wanted without making her burn her own clothing." Her
mind wandered to her own designer suit, lying somewhere crumpled in
Blake's office. She doubted if she'd ever see it again -- at least
not until he tired of the girls and returned them to blissful
forgetfulness.

He shrugged.

"Don't you care if you are hurting her? What if she was Nicole?"

"She won't ever know it happened to her."

"Why are do doing this? For my benefit? I remember, okay? I remember
crawling around an office, Johnson following me with his eyes. I
remember you punishing me, tying me to a chair. I can't forget.
Okay? You don't need to do this. Not for me. You don't need to do
this to control me. I'll do whatever the hell it is you want."

He smiled. "I'm not doing this for you."

"Then why am I here?"

He didn't answer her, but turned towards the girl, reaching down,
and almost tenderly helping her to her bare feet.

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Her hands fought the handcuffs, moaning. Her feet were spread, tied
to seats on either side of the aisle of the bus. The naked girl
fought to release some of the pressure on her arms, alternately
rising up on her toes, and then lowering herself. The other frozen
passengers watched the girl struggle in the aisle without seeing.
Melanie struggled, her frightened eyes watching Monique.

"I'm sorry," Monique said. "If I could have stopped him, I would
have."

"Are you. Are you with him?"

"I'm as much a captive as you. I wouldn't choose to be here, if
that's what you mean. Melanie, just do what he says, and he'll let
you go home. It might be uncomfortable, but it won't last forever.
Try to remember that. I don't have that option, and I still
generally try to do what he says. Unless he asks me to hurt another
girl."

"This hurts," Melanie said. Her tears were beginning to dry.

Monique idly wondered where he had gone, but was in no rush for him
to return. "I know it does. I know."

The girls lapsed into silence.

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

He returned with two bottles of spring water. Melanie refused to
drink any, but Monique gratefully swallowed as he tilted the bottle
to her lips.

"What are you going to do, now?"

He smiled, and turned away. Monique watched over her bare shoulder
as he walked towards the back of the bus.


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