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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [093/157] (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 93

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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The girls didn't try to cover up, or even look embarrassed as he
poked his head into the bathroom. Clear glass separated Kate and
Leigh from him, but the steam from the shower billowed from the
shower head as the water cascaded over their bare skin.

Leigh offered a puzzled glance, but waved with her free hand. Kate
was using her free hand to rub soap into Leigh's bare back. The
redhead looked up, looking a little like a drowned rabbit, her hair
plastered to her forehead.

"Come to join us?" Kate called, almost carelessly.

Leigh paled a little at the suggestion, but Kate didn't seem
concerned one way or the other. He shook his head, and the girls
ignored him, continuing to wash one another.

"You both know not to climax in there, right?"

Leigh flushed, almost as if she'd been considering just that, but
she shook her head, water flying from her brunette hair.

"Of course not," she said. "What do you think we are? Sex maniacs?"

"After the day you've had, I'd be surprised if you weren't."

Leigh flushed again, her face broadcasting the truth of his
statement.

"When you're done, don't leave the bathroom. Just call."

His sixth sense was ringing in his head, and though he didn't think
it had to do with the disappearance of Linda, he did sense something
not quite right about the house. Nothing could hurt them here, he
knew, not with the timelines and his control of them, but something
was wrong with the house, like it was haunted with past sins.

"Okay," Kate called out. The girl moaned, as she began to wash her
bare breasts. He watched the redhead for a moment, unsure if her
display was for his benefit or not. Either way, he reacted, and
there was precious little at the moment, that he was willing to do
about it.

He retreated, and closed the door to the bathroom.

He turned to the right, and began to walk towards the first closed
door of the hallway.

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

The room was large, a big four poster bed dominating the decor.
Nobody was in the room, though the bed looked used, not pristine
like the rest of the house.

He stepped forward, confused. Something didn't ring right about the
room. Something.

Slowly he turned at the foot of the bed. There was nothing on the
walls -- no pictures, no paintings, no mirrors. There wasn't a
picture on any of the dressers, or desk.

It wouldn't be odd, if this was a man's room, but the bed looked
distinctly feminine. He sighed. It wasn't as if he were counting on
a woman being in the house to play with, but it was always ... fun
... to discover such.

He was about to turn from the room, explore further when a mark upon
the bed caught his eye. Bending, he unfroze the covers, inspecting a
red patch upon the bedspread.

He touched the redness, his finger rising sticky and crimson.

He didn't need to taste it, or smell it. He knew what it was.

Blood. Not much, not enough to indicate murder, but enough for him
to be uneasy.

He wiped the sticky fluid onto a clean section of coverlet, and then
straightened. He whirled, expecting to see an axe wielding maniac,
even though such things were nigh impossible here. Even so, his
heart skipped a beat at the shadows in the corners of the room.

Quickly, he stepped out of the room, and closed the door with a
click. Down the hallway, the water continued to run, with his
captives safely washing themselves beyond the closed door.

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

He closed his eyes when he saw the girl, his head shaking and his
body dumping adrenaline into his bloodstream.

"Why? Why does this always happen to me?" he whispered to the
uncaring room. Slowly, he approached the two figures, one standing,
his hands fumbling with his zipper, the other kneeling before him,
hands behind her back, mouth open as if to accept him. The girl's
bare breasts were small, poking out from behind the ruined fabric of
her blouse. A nasty bruise seemed to be forming under her right eye,
an expression of pain, and perhaps disbelief, graced her features.
The girl's eyes showed shock and distress, but she knelt in front of
the man, her mouth open as if in an expression of surprise.
Somewhere in the depths of those eyes lay a resigned acceptance. It
was the look of a girl that had been pushed beyond her threshold of
individuality -- it was the look that he'd seen on other girls,
girls that he'd pushed too hard upon occasion; it was the look that
might appear on Monique's or Andrea's face if he whipped either girl
until she could no longer scream.

He swallowed, and fought the nausea that threatened to encroach.

He circled them shaking his head. There was no doubt about what this
was. The girl bore far too much of a resemblance to the man towering
above her -- he was either her father, or a close relative. As he
passed behind the kneeling girl, he noted the drips of crimson
lazily tracing down her pale hands from her bound wrists, down her
fingers to drop in small puddles near her bare toes. A small cut,
perhaps enough to stain a bed sheet, trickled more of her blood down
the right side of her pretty face from the corner of her gaping
mouth.

He crouched beside the frozen girl, and finally sank until he sat on
the floor, nearly beside her. The man towered above them.

After a moment, he raised his head, eyes flashing in anger. The
look faded shortly, and he wearily pushed himself to his feet.

Kate or Leigh. Which?

He didn't know, even as he made his way from the suffering girl's
bedroom and mounting rape towards the bathroom.

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He was a little calmer as he stepped into the steamy bathroom. The
girls both stood, sharing the spray, faces uptilted, enjoying the
heat and steam. Their skin shone in the way that only female skin
can after a deep scrubbing.

Leigh glanced over, her eyes widening for a moment before she
returned to the spray without comment. The girl seemed to grudgingly
accept that she had lost her privacy.

With a sigh, he opened the glass door leading into the shower. A
great cloud of steam billowed from the enclosure into the bathroom.

"Coming to join us?" Kate said cheerily without turning her face
from the water.

"Not exactly."

Kate turned her face from the spray, wiping the drops of water from
her eyes with her free hand.

"It's not time for us to get out of here, is it?" Her eyes begged to
be permitted a little more time under the lushness of the shower.

"Afraid so."

The girl noticed the look of gravity upon his features. A shadow of
apprehension flashed across her pretty features.

"What's wrong? You aren't going to hurt us more are you?"

Instead of answering, he merely motioned the redhead forward. Kate,
without hesitation, stepped forward, turning Leigh by their
connected wrists as she did so. Leigh reluctantly twisted the shower
control and the spray of water ceased to a steady stream of drips
from above.

"What's wrong?" Leigh asked.

He sighed. In time, they would all know, he supposed.

"I just need Kate," he said, making a decision on the spur of the
moment. Kate had been the first girl he'd kept, and she was adept at
comfort. Leigh would have provided as well, but he needed the
brunette for a different task.

"What are you going to do to me?"

"Do?"

He shook his head, producing the small silver key to the girls'
handcuffs. He released the chain that stretched between their
wrists, and stepped aside, motioning Kate from the confines of the
shower. He touched Leigh's shoulder when the brunette attempted to
follow. Leigh looked confused for a moment, but then settled back to
the centre of the shower over the drain. She wrapped her arms about
her bare breasts, and shivered.

"You can continue to shower, Leigh." He held out the keys to the
handcuffs. "When you're done, I want you to dry off, and go
downstairs. Monique and Andrea are downstairs on the sofas, you'll
find them. Let them out of their handcuffs, then handcuff their
wrists, like I did with you and Kate. Tell them to shower, and watch
them. Make sure that they wash each other."

Leigh looked bewildered. "Why? Isn't this something you should be
doing?"

He allowed a downcast look to enter his face for a moment, but then
forced it from his expression. "Normally."

"Why me?"

"Because you don't mind being in charge."

Leigh flushed for a moment, as if she were unaware of his knowledge
of her preferences, and embarrassed that Kate might know. Slowly,
she nodded, but her mind appeared to understand more than she was
revealing.

"What's wrong? What did you find after you left us?"

He shrugged.

"Are we in danger?" Leigh asked quietly.

He shook his head. "No, Leigh. You aren't in any physical danger.
At least not more than is normal here."

Without much choice, Leigh nodded carefully, reaching back towards
the shower control. Slowly, he shut the door before the girl
returned to the warm spray.

He strode to the door, picking up two forest green towels from near
the doorway. He held one out to Kate as he approached her.

The girl stood naked, dripping and shivering, her arms wrapped
around her body. A small puddle of water had formed against the tile
where she stood. She accepted the offered towel, but didn't
immediately begin to dry herself. He moved behind the girl, and
tossed the other towel over her head, and began to dry her hair.
Kate stood still, allowing him to rub her hair, until he finally
stepped away.

"There's something wrong, isn't there?" the girl said as she pulled
the towel off her head. Drips of water still slowly rolled down her
bare skin. A single drop of water hung from her erect left nipple.

"Yes, Kate."

The girl nodded, and began to rub the towel over her skin, beginning
with her shoulders and moving down until most of the dampness had
been absorbed right down to her bare toes.

At last, she straightened, folded the towel and placed it on the
counter. She looked up, her eyes worried.

The Timeman picked up a comb that lay on the counter top, and
stepped behind Kate.

"I can do that," Kate said quietly. Her hands rose to the back of
her head, grasping at the comb.

"Hands down, or I'll cuff them behind your back," he said. The girl
complied without further comment, holding her hands lightly at her
thighs.

Slowly, he ran the comb through her wet hair, leaving it straight
and falling across her bare shoulders. Kate sighed, only cringing
when he had to work out a knot. Leigh ignored the two of them,
enjoying her solitary shower.

After he had run the comb through her hair until it shone, he
released her, and placed the comb beside the towel on the counter
top. She turned to face him, making no attempt at covering her
nudity.

"You ready?" he asked.

"Normally, I would dry my hair. Would you like to dry it for me,
too?" The girl maintained a touch of impishness in her glowing
features.

Slowly, he shook his head.

"We have to go. I'll let you dry it later, if it still needs it."

"If it goes frizzy, I don't want complaints." And then, more
hesitantly, "I don't want to be punished ..."

He tried to smile, couldn't. Instead, he touched her bare shoulder.
It was damp from stray drops from her hair. She hesitated, and he
thought he might have to force the girl to turn.

"Where are we going?" she whispered as she finally turned and began
to step towards the door. She stole a glance at Leigh, who still
stood beneath the hot spray, partially obscured by the steam.

"Somewhere that you and I don't want to go," he said wearily.

He followed Kate until they stepped into the relative coolness of
the dim hallway.


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