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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [068/157] (MF+, bond, control) {Crimson Dragon}
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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 68

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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The carpet changed from smooth to a more full texture beneath her
feet as Kate stepped over the threshold. Her immediate reaction,
upon gazing across the scene, was to cover herself, which, with her
hands cuffed behind her was quite impossible.

A young woman, perhaps in her early twenties, reclined in heart
shaped tub near the windows. Bubbles surrounded her, covering her to
the base of her throat. She'd been frozen with her eyes gazing
towards the textured ceiling, and away from the windows, in front of
which the tub sat. The windows, at least near the tub, were smokey,
perhaps with frozen steam.

Through the plate glass, the lake spread out in panoramic splendour.

A man, perhaps in his late twenties, or early thirties, sat on the
step to the tub, a plate of fruit under his fingers. He was looking
at the girl in the tub, of course, preparing to pick up a
strawberry, though whether it was for him, or for her, Kate couldn't
tell. The man was wearing a rumpled tuxedo, the shoes shiny against
the tile by the tub, the cummerbund in a slash of purple under the
plate.

A small sitting room spread out between the cuffed girls, populated
with the small entranceway, two plush sofas, and a coffee table. A
large, but obviously service industry quality, television, turned
off, sat upon a dresser, a wire, almost like a noose, wrapped around
it, and plugged into the back. It looked a little out of place in
the luxurious room.

A crumple of fabric lay near the second sofa. Kate couldn't see
exactly what it was, but it reminded her of the blankets one might
find on a comfortable king size bed. Perhaps the couple had dragged
them out here from the bedroom before she settled into the tub.

Another door led off to the girls' left, presumably towards a
separate bedroom, where mirrors and mints probably graced the
ceilings and pillows respectively.

The door shut quietly behind her, and Kate turned slowly, a flush
rising unbidden to her face and features.

The Timeman looked positively exhausted, nearly asleep on his feet.
He dropped the backpack at his feet and kicked off his shoes,
sighing. Kate wondered if his control of the world might be
more than he was capable, physically. His condition notably had
deteriorated after he had returned Rachel to her boring desk job.

"What now?" Kate asked. She glanced at Leigh. The other girl looked
exhausted, too, though her tiredness couldn't have had anything to
do with controlling the world at large. And while she looked tired,
it was nothing near as exhausted as their captor.

Without answering her, the Timeman brushed past her and approached
the couple at the tub. Kate followed, and sensed Leigh walking more
slowly behind her.

"Naked girl number three," he said quietly.

The tips of the girl's toes peeked out from beneath their blanket of
bubbles. Her lips parted, as if in readiness for a strawberry, or a
kiss. Her blonde hair tumbled from her head in waves, dropping
beneath the bubbles at her shoulders.

"You need sleep," Kate whispered. "Leave them alone."

Slowly, he shook his head, and the girl began to breathe.

"I don't want to leave," she said dreamily. She shifted beneath the
bubbles. When her new husband didn't answer, she opened her eyes and
screamed.

The Timeman sighed, and raised the gun.

"Stand up," he said. The girl looked at him terrified. She shook her
head slowly, her eyes taking in Leigh and Kate, and her still frozen
beau.

"I'm not going to ask twice," he said. The gun raised to point at
her forehead. The girl began to cry, her hands rising from the
bubbles to shield her face.

"Stop," Kate said quietly. The Timeman turned, and the gun centred
between her breasts, instead of at the bathing girl. Her heart
accelerated, her pulse pounding between her ears.

"Just stop it," Kate said. "If you're going to shoot me, shoot me."

He didn't, and the gun began to falter.

Kate continued, as calmly as her racing heart would let her.

"I know that you'll punish me for this, but you need sleep. Leigh
needs sleep. I need sleep. Badly. Toying with another girl isn't
going to help any of us. She's pretty. Even I'll acknowledge that. I
don't know what morning is, but let her be for eight hours. She'll
be there when you wake up. Where is she going to go? You might kill
one of us before you give up."

Slowly he shook his head, as if he were fighting off the shrouds of
sleep.

"You can make her have sex with me and Leigh tomorrow morning.
Okay?"

The girl in the tub whimpered.

Ignoring the weapon, Kate stepped past the Timeman. He didn't move,
the gun dangling by his thigh.

Kate knelt, her knees upon the step that the tuxedo man occupied.
She gently touched the girl's wet, bare shoulder.

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

The appearance of a naked, and obviously non-threatening girl seemed
to help her.

"What's going on? Please?"

Kate nodded her head towards the gunman. "He ... controls us, sort
of. He's tired, and he's getting cranky. I'm frightened. Okay? He's
going to hurt you, badly, if you don't do what he says. Maybe even
kill you. Then he's going to hurt me, and probably my friend, too.
Please, what's your name? I'm Kate."

The girl shuddered. "I'm Linda. Please, I just want to know what's
going on?"

"You got married at the wrong time, Linda."

"You said, you said, you said that I would have sex with you?" The
girl slowly shook her head as she spoke, as if denying that this was
happening to her. "Is he going to rape me? Oh God, I just got
married."

Kate shot the gunman a look, and he shook his head slowly. He was
watching Kate through half-lidded eyes.

"I don't think so, Linda. I've been with him for about a day, and he
hasn't raped me yet, and I'm handcuffed and naked. I couldn't stop
him from forcing himself on me if I tried."

Linda nodded. "I don't want him to see me."

"Neither did I. Linda, you have to listen to me. He's in the habit
of firing that thing. He doesn't really know how to use it. He
hasn't hit anybody yet, but he's so tired, I'm afraid. Please, for
us, just stand up, and let him look at you. It won't kill you.
Refusing might."

With that, Kate wearily stood back up and returned to where she was
standing before, her feet only onto the ceramic that surrounded the
tub.

The Timeman stepped closer to the tub, the gun beginning to rise.

"All right, all right. Just don't hurt me. Please," Linda said
quietly. Her eyes watched as the gun began to descend back towards
the floor.

She gripped the edge of the tub, and slowly lifted herself from the
bubbles. She was tall, and trim, her blonde hair sticking to her
back where it had been in the water.

Unreasonably, Kate was proud of the girl, marvelling that the female
of the species, sometimes, was far stronger than the male. Her
captor hadn't stripped, yet he forced it on the women he met.

"It isn't you that you should be worried about."

She glanced at the man, still frozen, wearing the tuxedo. She
shuddered. Bubbles clung to her bare skin, somewhat shielding her.

"Please, I've only been married to him for ten hours. I don't want
to die. Please don't kill him. I don't want to be raped. I just want
to leave. Please."

"Wipe."

The girl hurriedly brushed the worst of the bubbles from her skin.
Her hands shook as the bubbles fell into the water. Her nipples
appeared, erect in the cooler air.

"Satisfied? Can I dress now? Please?"

"Turn around."

With a look of hatred, the girl lifted her arms, like a ballerina,
and turned slowly, presenting her body to him. Tears rolled down
her cheeks as she did.

After she completed the turn in the water, she lowered her arms and
crossed them across her breasts.

He motioned her out of the tub, and she stepped gingerly down, her
bare feet soapy and her body dripping against the tiles. A rivulet
of water ran from her toes almost to the carpet.

"Don't hurt him, please. I'll do whatever it is you want," she
whispered.

He nodded, and ushered her towards the entranceway. Her wet feet
left damp imprints in the carpet as she walked quickly, glancing
over her bare shoulder.

"What are you going to do?"

"Let you leave."

"Like this?"

"Would you rather stay?"

The girl gulped, and stared at the doorway. Nudity outside, or a gun
in her ribs inside? Easy choice. She reached from the door handle.

"What about Mark?"

"Who's Mark?"

"My, my, my husband. Please let him go, too."

He gestured to her, and she opened the door.

"Please?" she said quietly.

"He'll be out to join you in a minute."

The naked girl glanced up and down the empty hallway, and stepped
out. Crying, she leaned against the far wall, and slid down. A big
wet mark, flecked with bubbles, followed her bare back. She curled
up, her knees against her chest, her arms wrapped around her legs.
She buried her face in her bare knees.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked.

"Control," he said simply, and shut the door.

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"Jesus Christ, if you've hurt her, I swear I'll ..."

Despite the gun aimed at his head, the man was shaking and ready to
kill the Timeman. His eyes continually flicked from Kate to Leigh
and back again. The only thing preventing him from launching at the
gunman was uncertainty. He wasn't afraid to take a bullet, but he
wanted to know where his new wife was, and that she was safe. Even
Kate could see that.

"I'm far too tired for this crap," the Timeman said quietly. "I'm
just going to shoot him."

Kate sighed.

"It'll make a mess." The tuxedoed man looked up sharply, as if he
were surprised that she could talk.

"I'll get you to clean it up," the Timeman returned almost with a
giggle. His fatigue was beginning to really scare her. Whereas she'd
learned that he normally would find another solution to an obstinate
girl, she honestly believed that the tuxedoed man, presumably Mark,
was in mortal danger. And she didn't know if that extended to the
primary timeline. She didn't even think that her captor knew, for
sure.

"I'll throw up, and then you'll have a sick, naked girl, and a
mess."

"Don't look at me, I'll probably do the same thing," Leigh
whispered.

"Fuck," the Timeman swore. It was the first time that Kate had heard
him gratuitously use the word. It surprised her.

She stepped forward, and purposely rubbed her breasts against the
Timeman's arm and shoulder. His clothing felt rough against her
nipples, and she withdrew a little. She could feel the tuxedo man's
eyes watching her intently. The gun never wavered, and the gunman's
eyes never left the tuxedoed man.

"What have you done with her?" the man asked more calmly. "Is she
hurt?"

When the Timeman didn't answer, Kate tried to smile at Linda's new
husband.

"She's fine, so far. She's out in the hall."

The man began to take a step towards the gunman, fists clenched.

"I wouldn't," Kate said quietly. "He'll shoot you, and you'll be no
good to the frightened girl out there." She paused when the man
backed off, his fists shaking at his sides. Kate had the feeling
that if the Timeman had said the same thing, Mark would have walked
into a bullet. She tried to keep her voice soothing, through her
racing heart. "I'm trying to help you. Mark, if you don't do
anything stupid."

The Timeman's eyes hadn't left the tall tuxedo, but from Kate's
perspective, she saw his finger relax, only a little, where it
touched the trigger.

Her breasts touched him again, partially by design, partially by
accident. To her surprise, the gun began to droop. She hadn't
expected him to respond, at least not that quickly. She could feel
the tenseness flowing out of his stance.

"Let him go," Kate whispered, her breath tickling his ear. "We'll
have sex with him tomorrow, if you want. Not now. You're half
asleep. You don't want a mess. Let him go sit with his wife.
Please." She purposely rubbed her belly against his hip. His jeans
scratched a little, and she thought that she could feel the tip of
his penis in there somewhere, as her thigh fell more towards his
zipper. "We'll fuck you, if you want, before you sleep. Just let him
go. What do you care about him? It isn't like he's a naked girl,
right?"

The Timeman sighed, and let the gun drop.

"It isn't because you threw yourself at me," he said quietly. "It's
because you are damnably right." He turned to Mark, still watching
in amazement at Kate's display that had saved him. She blushed, but
stayed where she was. She could feel Leigh's eyes on her, too.

"If you've hurt her, I swear ..."

"Go to her, Mark," Kate hissed. "Before he changes his mind."

With a surprised look on his face, Mark stepped around the gunman on
the opposite side of Kate. The gunman watched him, but didn't make a
move to raise the gun, or prevent him from moving.

"Thank-you," Kate whispered. She backed away as the gunman slowly
followed Mark to the entrance. After fumbling with the door knob,
Mark stepped out into the hallway. Linda raised her eyes to him, as
he knelt beside her, murmuring.

"I'm not hurt," Linda said quietly, as the door shut.

The Timeman opened it, and murmured something indistinguishable.
The kneeling man, and the sitting, naked girl seemed to freeze where
they sat.

Kate shrugged at the quizzical look on Leigh's face.

And then the door shut quietly, leaving the three of them in
silence.


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