Message-ID: <42792asstr$1054678207@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20030603173426.20815.qmail@nym.alias.net> From: Crimson Dragon X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 3 Jun 2003 17:34:26 -0000 Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [092/157] (MF+, bond, control) {Crimson Dragon} Date: Tue, 3 Jun 2003 18:10:07 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, newsman -----BEGIN PGP SIGNED MESSAGE----- ==================================================================== Author's Shortened Preface: ==================================================================== 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 ==================================================================== Dawn of Time - Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) Chapter 92 ==================================================================== (C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) ==================================================================== His fingers paused before they grasped the doorknob. Below him, the girls began to walk slowly towards the marble staircase, murmuring between themselves. The universe shimmered, and he sensed ripples through the strands of time that he held in his subconscious control. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the hazy world of timelines. There were the hazy shadows of time bubbles below him, Leigh, and Kate, and Monique and Andrea, all moving slowly through the ether. He stretched farther, sensing Mark, moving at a snail's pace compared to himself, or the girls below. And Linda, but her image was more indistinct than the others, almost as though it were masked, or he was glancing through a smoky glass. And then she was gone. He blinked quickly, surprised. Was she gone? And if so, where was she? Did his mind lose control of her somehow? He shivered. The blackouts? Were they returning, his mind unable to hold people over distance? No, he could still sense the girl in the hot tub, faintly. She wasn't gone -- not exactly. A short ripple of unease flashed through him, but the girls were upon him, exclamations of disbelief over the palatial home stretched out in front of them. The chains jingled on their wrists as they moved towards him and the massive doors, their restraints seemingly of secondary concern to them after the new house. He sighed inwardly, concerned, but not overly. Could be a glitch, he supposed. Time control wasn't exactly an established science. He reached forward and twisted the brass knob of the doorway. <---===***===---> She couldn't even cover her ears with her hands shackled behind her back like this. She cringed instead, and took a deep breath. The sound of the report deafened her for a moment, and she only managed to keep herself from flight by the certain knowledge of the punishment that awaited her if he thought she was trying to escape. She sighed, and waited for the ringing in her eardrums to abate. "Are you okay, Leigh?" he asked. She could barely hear him, but she responded anyway. "It might help, if you were going to shoot something, if you'd let us have our hands free, or let us move further away." "Scared of loud noises?" "Scared of being shot by the ricochet," she said. "And I can't hear anything, either." He laughed, and touched her bare shoulder. She didn't flinch. Odd that she was getting used to his casual touches upon her unprotected skin. She shrugged inwardly, and trudged towards the suddenly opened door. The lock hung shattered by the bullet as she passed into a dimly lit hallway. The marble of the front stoop didn't end under her bare feet as she stepped carefully over the threshold. She glanced around, hoping that nobody was home. As far as she could tell, the house stood empty. The front hallway opened into an enormous antechamber, all marble. A living room, of sorts, stood to the left, and what looked like a kitchen and a study opened ahead of her and to the right. A small pool, silent now, would have babbled from a small marble statue under the staircase to the right. Slowly she turned, pulling weakly at her handcuffs. Kate stepped over the threshold next with a light gasp, followed closely by Monique, and Andrea, both staring at the palace with equal amazement. Her captor stepped through the door and closed the door. Slowly, the door began to shift closed, the shattered lock ineffective. Idly she wondered about why he would need or want the door closed. Perhaps simply habit. His shoes pattered against the marble as he moved in front of the girls. He motioned for Leigh to approach. At his direction, she knelt, her bare knees resting against the smooth surface of the dressed stone. She half-expected him to present his penis to her, but instead, he merely circled her, stopping behind. He tugged at her wrists, and Leigh cried out a little as she was forced forward until her forehead nearly touched the ground. In a few moments, her wrists were free, and she gratefully straightened. She massaged her wrists as he did the same to all the girls. Finally, they all remained kneeling in the front hall while he paced towards the kitchen. He glanced into the kitchen, and then into what looked like the living room. "Up," he said to Leigh. The rest of the girls remained on their knees. Leigh pushed herself to her feet, waiting for his next instructions. He motioned her forward, and took her hand. She allowed him to entwine his fingers in hers. It was a surprisingly intimate gesture, but he wasn't hurting anyone, and that was a blessing. She followed as he led her through the main floor. The kitchen looked remarkably well stocked from the few cupboards he opened. The kitchen led into an enclosed dining room with a long mahogany table. From there, the living room expanded into an entertainment facility with big screen television, stereo and various comfortable looking sofas. The marble switched to lush carpet beneath her bare toes. She felt odd wandering around in the stranger's home without clothing, but without choice, she simply followed where he led her. They passed the other girls without comment. Kate fell silent as they passed, but their soft murmurs resumed as he led her to the main staircase. Her legs complained as she climbed the main steps, the marble beneath her feet switching to cool oaken hardwood. She didn't voice her discomfort with her calves in climbing, almost sure that her captor must be feeling similar complaints to her own. At the top, she risked speaking. "What are we doing?" she asked quietly. He stopped, released her fingers, and turned towards her. "Looking for a shower." "A shower?" "It's been a long day. I thought that all of you would appreciate a shower." She stook stock of herself. After climbing forty-two flights of stairs, and walking around outside, she suspected that she might be ripe and dusty. She could certainly believe that she needed another shower. And the thought of hot water running over her skin sounded nice. Slowly, she nodded. "I'd like that." And then she added her plug for the others. "I'm sure the rest of them would too." He laughed, touching her cheek. "Don't worry, you'll be partners in there, when we find it." Leigh flushed, still somewhat embarrassed that the man could force her to shower with another naked girl, but it could have been worse. He might have forced her to shower with him, instead. He reached for her hand again, and she placed her palm against his. The first door opened into the bathroom that he had been looking for. It was unoccupied, and the tub/shower could easily hold four girls. She hoped that he wouldn't force them all to shower together, but if he wanted that, she supposed she would do it. Monique might balk, but in the end they would wash each other as he wanted. He nodded, and then led her back to the stairs. <---===***===---> "I don't have much planned for you for a few hours. I have to explore this place." His fingers tightened the handcuffs between Leigh and Kate's wrists. The girls flinched, but didn't protest the treatment. Monique and Andrea remained on their knees where he'd left them. "Leigh knows where the shower is. Have as long a shower as you'd like. You don't have to wash each other, just enjoy. Keep in mind that the other girls will want showers, too." Leigh turned towards him, surprised. "We can wash ourselves?" He laughed. "Unless you'd prefer to wash Kate." Leigh shook her head quickly. "No offence Kate." The other girl, to whom she was chained, simply laughed. "I want you clean for dinner." Leigh's belly rumbled at the mention of food. All the fresh air and walking seemed to have enhanced her appetite. Leigh nodded, and began to turn, leading Kate towards the upstairs bathroom. She turned at the last moment. "Don't hurt them, okay?" She allowed a pleading tone to enter her voice. He laughed, glancing at the two remaining naked girls on the floor of the hallway. "I wouldn't dream of it." Leigh cast him a dubious look, but in the end, began to walk towards the stairs, and the beckoning shower. She didn't protest when half-way up the stairs, Kate entwined her fingers into hers, mimicking the grasp that she'd been forced into with the Timeman earlier. She softly squeezed the other naked girl, and continued up the stairs in silence. <---===***===---> "Come," he said easily. Monique and Andrea pushed themselves to their feet and followed quietly as he paced into the living room. Monique's eyes widened at the entertainment set up, but she didn't say anything. When he turned to face them, the girls stood uneasily by the doorway. He dropped the backpack on the carpet, bent and rummaged through it, finally rising with four pairs of handcuffs in his hands. Andrea's eyes widened. He motioned the girls to opposite sofas. Both girls hesitated, eyes resting on the restraints cradled in his right hand. "What are you going to go to us?" Andrea asked, almost timidly. "Nothing that will hurt, I promise." "Why do you have those, then?" "The handcuffs?" he said, hefting them as though they were free weights. Andrea simply nodded. The Timeman shrugged, and motioned her towards the sofa again. This time, Andrea began to move, walking easily across the carpet until she stood in front of the white seat. "Sit, unless you feel like spending your time on the floor." Andrea shook her head, the ponytail visible as her head moved side to side. Slowly, she lowered her naked body until she sat easily on the cushions. Monique simply watched quietly from the doorway. Andrea crossed her legs, and leaned back into the seat with a sigh. "Better than kneeling on marble," she said lightly. He stepped forward, and crouched at her feet. Touching her ankle, he urged her to uncross her legs, and place her bare feet together in front of her. "You don't have to do that," Andrea said quietly. "Do what?" His hands began to wrap the steel around her slender ankles, the ratchet clicking quietly. Above, the sound of running water began, with a muffled cry of surprise or pain. The Timeman ignored the sounds of Leigh and Kate entering the shower somewhere above. "Tie me," Andrea said. "I've given you no reason to mistrust me. I won't go anywhere." "I know." "Then why." "I could tell you that it was because you are still new, and that I have to take mine, and the other girls, safety into consideration," he said. His fingers closed the second cuff around her left ankle. Andrea pulled gently against the restraints, but didn't succeed in loosening them. The girl sighed again. "But that isn't it, is it?" He rose, and sat beside her, his weight shifting the sofa slightly. With a touch of his fingers, she shifted her wrists behind her, and held them there. "Not really. I don't think you, or Monique, is really a danger to me." "Not if you can do what they say you can." "I can." "Then why? Why put handcuffs on me? Tie me up? You know that we don't want to be tied up all the time, don't you?" He laughed. "Of course not, Andrea. But it simply doesn't much matter what you want, does it? Really?" The girl shook her head. "Why hurt us all the time?" His answer was maddeningly simple. "Because I can." Andrea sighed as he closed the last ratchet. The handcuffs didn't bite into her skin, but the girl would know that she was bound. She stared at him for a moment, a naked girl reclaiming a little of her dignity. "You have control issues, don't you?" He laughed, and rose to his feet, leaving her sitting helplessly on the sofa. "Your textbooks help you with that diagnosis?" Andrea looked down, studying her bare thighs for a moment. "Not really. I think you just enjoy tormenting women. You like us naked, and you like us helpless." He laughed again, and stepped towards Monique who was watching with undisguised interest. Without protest, she allowed him to guide her to the opposite sofa, and place the handcuffs about her wrists and ankles, a mirror image of Andrea. The girls faced each other across the small table between the sofas. He stopped to survey the bound girls before leaving the room. Andrea stopped him before he left. "We've been cooperative, haven't we?" He nodded slowly. Andrea tried to shift her weight awkwardly, wasn't very successful. She twisted to look at him. "Can we watch television?" He laughing gently. "I would let you, Andrea, but I'll bet that the networks are off the air." Andrea flushed, obviously she hadn't considered that. Instead of answering, she turned towards Monique and shrugged. "I guess we get to know one another, then." She turned back towards the doorway where he stood smiling. "How long are you intending to leave us here?" "Until Leigh and Kate are done in the bathroom. Then you two can shower." Andrea nodded, and he turned away a little reluctantly. He would have liked to listen to them talk for a while, but there was exploring to do. And a nagging sensation in his belly told him that he wasn't particularly going to like what he found. With a sigh, he took a lingering glance at the two naked, handcuffed girls quietly talking, and then began to wearily climb the stairs towards the second floor and the bathroom. -----BEGIN PGP SIGNATURE----- Version: 2.6.3ia Charset: noconv iQEVAwUBPtzb+0xM3srBk85hAQEPMwf/bz3rcg6hz70fPiQxdjf7FlCWcb7RR/Gf efj6DTOF6DHdAdPR3L4RVC1lJwC+h86uVHaIwPfvFqiEA5MzGre4TAkBf6PbHsv3 vgBpykhtfwK/8PcO9aYnXhvxnVkznIH3+nxKzQzyG4zcyWIU02UKbJL4XbytZvAH 5Wl3kMgAU15MOYUW73HLpyde+hC66InrcRK73mYdhKnQW26dXeFIQHXvxvrSiJWf ULdxuLrRhvMFs+uNDFQw8qGQIT+tEMWytz5jNMXBACHUwgn58qMyE4ey6p6n5w+f +UyLqYxT1J7vV/cUgo2b53Ml4XsB+r8m/Lz1d1zjSw7jF5poJPoSyw== =BZbz -----END PGP SIGNATURE----- -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+