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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [099/157] (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 99

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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The Timeman lowered Nicole gently to the stripped bed. The girl
moaned as her weight settled onto the mattress, but didn't wake.
More gently than Kate might have believed of him, the Timeman
arranged the unconscious girl's legs and slipped a pillow beneath
her head. He straightened.

"In the blue backpack, front pocket, there's a set of handcuff keys.
Let's hope that these things have similar locks." He gestured
towards Nicole's bound hands. Kate stood by the foot of the bed. She
wished that she wasn't naked, again, but there wasn't much she could
do about that at the moment.

She looked up at his words, preoccupied with Nicole's form.

"Get her a glass of water, too. She'll be thirsty when she wakes."

Puzzled, she watched him.

"Go, girl," he barked.

Startled, Kate jumped, and then moved towards the doorway.

"I don't ..."

"You'll find them. Be quick. I don't think she'll be asleep long."
Even as he spoke, the girl on the bed moaned.

Kate turned tail and slipped back out into the cooler hallway. Happy
voices and laughing filtered lazily through the bathroom door as she
passed, though she didn't recognise Leigh's voice amongst them. She
hurried down the stairs, her feet light on the hardwood risers.

The living room was empty, although three sets of handcuffs lay on
the floor beside the blue backpack. Kate knelt, and hunted quickly
through the front pocket of the pack. She smiled with some
satisfaction when her fingers emerged with a shiny key. She hoped
that it would work.

Her feet had climbed three stairs before she remembered the water.
She ran back, opening cupboards until she found one with multitudes
of octagonal water glasses. She grabbed a glass, wondered for a
moment if the tap would work, but at the touch of her fingers, the
water fell into the sink. She let it run until the flow felt cool
beneath her fingers. With the filled glass in her left hand, she
walked as quickly as she dared until she stood outside of the lonely
bedroom.

She took a breath and entered.

He sat in the room's only chair, watching Nicole almost with a look
of caring. The girl pulled weakly against her handcuffs. Kate
grimaced at the thin blood that coated her pale hands behind her
back. She wasn't awake yet, but she would be soon.

Silently, she approached and held out the key. He took it without
comment, and leaned over the girl. Kate placed the water on the
desk, unmindful of the cherry wood finish.

A sharp click, and a sigh of satisfaction emerged from the bed.

"Help me with this, Kate," he said.

She turned, her eyes widening. Nicole's torn blouse hung well off
her shoulders, and his fingers fumbled with the clasp to her tight
blue jeans.

"What the hell are you doing?" Visions of him raping the unconscious
and beaten girl flitted through her mind. Kate felt sick.

He sighed and turned towards the redhead.

"Kate. I'm not going to hurt her."

"Then what are you doing?"

"Stripping her. Are you going to help me? If not, I can handcuff you
- -- keep you out of the way."

"I'm not going to help you torment her. Punish me, instead. Can't
you see that she's hurt? Badly?"

He sighed again, and settled himself to the bed. Nicole's body
shifted as he lowered himself, but she still didn't wake.

"I'm not going to hurt her. I need to see if there's any other
damage, other than this." He pointed towards Nicole's injured ribs.
"I didn't want to unfreeze her, Kate. She'll be better off here than
she was, but she's not going to be free. You knew that from the
beginning. Now, either we put her back, or you agree to do things my
way."

"You're only going to take her clothes, right?"

"I won't even touch her, unless I need to. I'll even let you cuff
her wrist to the bedpost, if that will make you feel better."

Kate stared at the ceiling for a moment, then returned her gaze to
his.

"If I don't help you, you'll tie me into that chair and make me
watch you hurt her." Her voice was flat.

He cleared his throat, then nodded. "I'm not planning on hurting
her."

"I can't stop you, even if you wanted to."

He shrugged, surprising Kate. He didn't say it, but she felt that
perhaps he might actually be doing all of this simply because she
wanted it. She didn't understand it, but somehow it made her smile.

"If you need to hurt her, you know that I'll take whatever her share
is, right?" Kate whispered.

He nodded.

"Okay," Kate said.

"Okay, what?"

In answer, Kate moved forward and grasped the cuff of Nicole's
jeans. The jeans should have been tighter on the girl, but they
slipped off with a single tug. Nicole, unsurprisingly, wasn't
wearing panties. Despite her dishevelled appearance, the girl
smelled sweet and clean, like clover and honey. As the Timeman
worked the girl's blouse from her arms, Kate cleared her throat.

"If you are going to hurt her, you better tie me down. I will do
everything I can to stop you."

He looked up as he pulled the girl's blouse free and dropped it to
the floor.

"I know, Kate. I know."

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

Kate returned to the room carrying a moistened white towel. She
handed it to her captor without comment. He took the towel and
gently wiped at the gashes on Nicole's right wrist. They weren't
deep, only where she'd pulled in panic on her restraints, probably
before Kate and the Timeman had freed her from her kneeling
position in front of the zipper man.

When he was done, only a little crimson seeped from the shallow
wound. Nicole moaned quietly, but still didn't open her eyes.

"What are you going to do with her?"

"Protect her," the Timeman said.

"Protect her?"

Instead of answering, he gently took Nicole's relatively uninjured
left wrist, which still had her handcuffs wrapping the thin wrist.
He released the cuff slightly, the ratchet clicking. The steel left
an indent in the girl's skin, and as it released, pink colour rushed
into her left hand. The girl moaned again, probably as the nerves
sang out into her unconscious mind. The cuff no longer restricted
her circulation, but she wouldn't be able to free herself without
the key.

Gently, he placed her arm upwards, next to the bedpost. The bedpost
had scratches around the base. He slipped the other end of the
handcuff around the bedpost and ratcheted it closed. The girl
wouldn't be able to leave the bed.

Kate suspected that it wouldn't be the first, or the last, time that
Nicole would lie there restrained and naked.

Nicole kicked her feet gently, but then lay still again.

"Why tie her? Can't you leave one of us without your controlling
restraints? She doesn't need another tormentor."

He laughed, turning his attention from Nicole for a moment.

"She's used to this, and if she's restrained she can't hurt anyone.
She's going to be frightened, and until I can calm her, she's a
danger to everyone, including herself. Trust me. I've been through
this before."

Kate idly wondered when, but didn't ask. "I can't stop you. As long
as you don't hurt her."

"I won't, but I have to deal with this girl my own way. Understood?"

Kate hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly.

"And Kate?" Kate looked up, the fringes of her red hair formed a
halo across her vision. "It might be better if you didn't mention
Nicole to the other girls yet. I'd like to get her settled before
introducing her to a bunch of other naked women. Okay?"

"You could let us wear clothes instead? Treat us like human beings?
There's a thought."

"Or I could just return Nicole to her other life."

Kate paled for a moment. "No. That's okay. I won't mention her to
another soul. I'd just as soon you explain her to the others."

He nodded, and rose. "She'll be out for a while yet, I think." He
stepped forward and lightly grasped Kate's elbow. Kate shivered, not
even aware that her sexual energy had rekindled after her initial
horror at Nicole's real life situation.

He led Kate down the hallway, until they stood outside the bathroom.
Kate could hear splashing and laughing inside. The easy voices from
the other side of the door made Kate smile.

Slowly, she turned the knob, and the two of them entered.

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Leigh sat on the counter, her legs bent and arching across the basin
like a bridge. Her eyes lifted as Kate and the Timeman entered, and
she gathered her knees in a little closer. Andrea's security
baseball cap sat like a sentry near Leigh's bare toes.

To the right, Monique and Andrea splashed in the shower, water
cascading through their hair, and down their naked bodies. A pair of
handcuffs attached them at the wrist.

"What happened? Where did you go?" Leigh asked quietly.

Instead of answering her, the Timeman stepped towards the shower
door, cracking it open. The girls within turned at the intrusion.
While Monique tried half-heartedly to hide her nudity, Andrea stood
proudly under the spray.

Leigh glanced at Kate, who looked down and shrugged. Leigh gave the
redhead a puzzled look, but then turned her attention to the shower.

"It's not time, is it?" Andrea said. Her voice fell almost
automatically into a lower timbre, almost begging.

He shook his head, and reached forward into the spray to touch the
girl's shoulder before she could turn off the water. Andrea pulled
her hand back, her eyes wide watching as the shower spray seemed to
melt around the Timeman's arm.

"A half-hour to be done and dried, unless you want to be wet for the
rest of the evening."

Andrea shook her head. Monique echoed the sentiment.

"When you're done, wait here. I'll send someone for you."

Andrea nodded, though she obviously didn't fully understand the
reasons. It didn't matter.

He slipped from the steamy enclosure, and closed the door against
the frame. He turned towards Kate and Leigh. The girls shivered, but
didn't flinch.

"Come," he said, motioning with his index finger.

Kate stepped forward from where she was leaning against the counter.
Leigh slowly slipped her bare legs down, and with a small hop,
righted herself.

Silently, the girls followed him back out into the hallway. Kate
glanced back at the bedroom where Nicole lay sleeping, but the
closed door didn't reveal any secrets.

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

"Why are you tying us up?" Leigh asked, her voice almost sulky.
Despite her words, she sat docilely in the kitchen chair her wrists
crossed behind her back.

"Because I want to," he replied as his fingers wound soft rope
around the girl's wrists.

"We aren't going to cause any trouble. You know that by now."

"You won't be here long. I have something to take care of."

Leigh sighed, but didn't squirm as he wrapped the rope about her
ankles, holding them together in front of her. A simple rope wrapped
around her slim waist held her back into the chair.

He touched her chin, lifting her face upwards.

"Not long."

"If it isn't going to be long, why tie me up?"

He shrugged. "Because I need to," he said simply.

Leigh pulled half-hearted at the ropes holding her bare body.

"At least you didn't spread my legs this time."

He smiled, and turned towards Kate.

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Kate shook her head for a moment. "You're going to need help."

"Not from a naked girl, nearly hysterical. Keep Leigh company."

Kate shook her head again, and backed up until her bare back
connected with the front of the range. She nearly put her hands back
behind her, but then considered that the elements might be warm --
probably habit. She clasped them in front of her.

"Please. You don't need to tie me up, too."

He held out his hand, and after flashing him a look of pleading, she
took it and allowed herself to be led to the table where she settled
into a chair opposite Leigh.

She sighed, and obediently crossed her wrists behind her, shivering
as he immobilised her body exactly as he had Leigh.

When he was done, he moved to the head of the table, and leaned on
it.

"You're very pretty like that."

Kate blushed a little; Leigh merely flashed him a tight smile.

"We could be more entertaining if we were free, you know."

He flashed Leigh a quizzical look, and Leigh nodded. Her breath was
coming more raggedly, her bare breasts rising and falling rapidly
upon her chest.

"Perhaps later, minx," he said.

Without another word, he slipped from the room. Kate and Leigh sat
and watched as his free legs carried him effortlessly from their
vision.

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

He returned a moment later, a strap and a ball dangling from his
left hand. Without a word, he walked to where Kate sat.

"I'm sorry," he said. He touched the girl's chin.

Kate refused to open, simply shaking her head.

"You don't need to gag me. Please. Those things hurt."

"It won't be for long. I can't risk you talking."

The girl shook her head, understanding dawning in her eyes.

"Please no. I said I wouldn't talk about it. I won't. Please."

"Open, Kate."

Again, she shook her head. "I swear, I won't talk to her until you
tell me I can."

"About what, Kate?" Leigh asked. He flashed the other girl a quick
look of displeasure, and Leigh clamped her lips shut. Slowly, he
turned to Kate.

"I don't want to hurt you, Kate. But you are going to be gagged."

She shook her head again, defiance blazing in her eyes. Her chest
rose and fell invitingly with her efforts. She pulled at her bonds,
and a thin sheen of perspiration dotted her brow.

With a sigh, he reached forward. She tried to twist, but the ropes
would only allow her so much motion. In a moment, he grasped her
right nipple between thumb and forefinger. She stopped struggling,
her eyes raised to his, pleading.

"I won't talk about her. I swear."

Slowly, he began to increase the pressure on her rapidly hardening
nipple.

"When you scream, and you will, Kate, I'll slip this in your mouth.
I don't want to hurt you."

The girl pressed her lips together, pain evident on her face as his
fingers slowly increased the pressure on her sensitive flesh.

"Please," she moaned. "I don't want to be gagged."

He pressed the rubber ball gently against her lips.

"Just until I've dealt with her."

Kate shook her head. Tears began to form in the corners of her eyes.
With another sigh, he sharply twisted her trapped nipple.
Involuntarily, Kate cried out, then screamed, her voice melting into
the walls.

"Oh no, please stop," her voice filled with pain. She managed to
close her mouth again, before the ball slipped between her teeth.
His fingers reached for her nipple again.

"Let him," Leigh said quietly. "Whatever it is, I'll find out when
I'm supposed to. Please, Kate. I can't watch this. He'll make it
worse, until you beg him to gag you instead. I can't watch that.
Please."

His fingers stopped the relentless squeezing motion for a moment.
The relief was exquisite for her.

Kate's eyes turned towards Leigh, her eyes almost thankful, as if
she needed permission to give in. Tears traced unheeded down her
cheeks.

Slowly, resignation and humiliation crossing her fair features, she
opened her mouth wide. As he slipped the ball between her lips, the
image of Nicole, her mouth wide in front of the zipper man flooded
her. Tears tracked more freely down her face.

Almost gently, he buckled the gag behind her head, and she lowered
her chin until the tears dripped down her skin and kissed her bare
breasts.

"Kate?"

The girl looked up. Surprisingly gently, he wiped the moisture from
her face.

"Mhmmmm?" she struggled to say anything. The ball holding her mouth
open prevented her from saying anything coherent.

"Good girl," he said, turning from her. Kate let her face drop
again, studying her bare skin.

"Sir?"

He turned, his eyes falling on Leigh who sat staring at Kate.

"Leigh?"

"It's not fair."

"Life's not fair. I'll free her soon enough. Her jaw will be fine."

"No. What I mean is, I'll wear one, too."

"What?"

"It's not fair to torture her, while I'm sitting across from her
without. Only because she knows something that you don't want me to
know. Move me out of the room, or gag me. I don't want to be gagged,
don't get me wrong, but she shouldn't have to suffer alone. If you
want to see us gagged, I won't fight you. I'll wear one, too."

He seemed to consider it for a moment. "She's not gagged because I
simply want her gagged. I can't have her talking to you. She'll say
something -- there's no way she couldn't."

In that, he was correct, Kate thought bitterly. With nothing to do
but stare at each other, she'd have to tell Leigh about Nicole. No
choice. Kate shivered, not quite knowing how he knew that she'd
break her promise to him.

"Doesn't matter. I can't sit here and watch her suffer like that. If
you have to gag her, please, I need to be gagged, too."

Slowly, he shook his head, as if he'd never understand females. He
probably wouldn't.

With a sigh, he left the room.

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

Both girls sat and watched him as he paused by the kitchen entrance.
Leigh's mouth was filled with a green ball, as Kate's was with a
similar red one. Kate's eyes still dripped tears, but she'd calmed
down. Leigh watched almost defiantly from her chair, but nodded
almost as if to say thank-you.

"I'll be back as soon as I can," he said.

The girl's nodded, and turned their silent gaze from him, almost
dismissing him. He sighed, and closed the door to the kitchen,
leaving the bound girls alone.


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