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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [100/157] (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 100

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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They were beautiful -- curves, healthy, smart. Their captivity
couldn't diminish their spirit. Perhaps that is why he had kept
them, even while releasing others from his power and grasp.

Andrea and Monique stood under the spray, simply enjoying the
cascading warmth of the shower. When Andrea glanced up to see him
leaning against the counter, she waved but then turned her back and
continued to allow the waterfall to drench her. Monique didn't seem
to notice him at all, her eyes closed.

They were so beautiful in their enforced nudity, from the tips of
their bare toes, to the hairs upon their heads. And everything in
between.

Andrea glanced through the gentle rain.

"Come to join us?" she asked, her voice carrying despite the glass
and the steam.

He shook his head. Perhaps he imagined it, or perhaps it was real.
Andrea was different, as they all were. But he believed that she
actually did want him to join them, and she would indulge her own
sexuality upon him. Even if Monique wouldn't, at least not
willingly. Monique watched him for a moment, but then turned away.

"Perhaps, later," Andrea said quietly. Then she turned away again.

He couldn't procrastinate any longer, no matter how nice the scenery
in here. The new girl would need assistance when she awakened.

Silently, he slipped out through the door without the girls in the
shower even realising that he was gone.

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

Nicole groaned, and her eyes fluttered open. She pulled weakly on
her left wrist, casting her gaze upwards, seemingly surprised
neither at her nudity, nor her restraint. When her eyes settled on
the Timeman, she sighed, and looked frightened, but she didn't
scream.

"What happens now? You rape me? You hurt me? What's the deal he gave
you this time?" Her voice had retreated into a dull flat timbre.
"Sex for a dollar?"

"We talk, if you are willing. Would you like a glass of water?"

She considered it for a moment, swallowing a few times without
raising her head from the pillow of her arm.

"How much does it cost?"

He looked bewildered. Nicole raised her head a little with a bitter
laugh.

"A blow job? Counting while you whip me? Intercourse? For a glass
of water? Is it even water?"

Away from the zipper man, Nicole seemed more alive, more vibrant,
more feisty, despite her nudity, her obvious pain, and her bound
position.

He reached to the nightstand where Kate had placed the water in an
octagonal glass. It left a sharp ring of moisture on the cherry wood
that in other times might have permanently damaged the finish of the
furniture. He held the glass out towards the prone girl.

"You might want to sit up. It'll be easier to drink."

Nicole regarded him suspiciously. "What's in there? What drugs?
Something to make me drowsy? Or something to make me hallucinate? Or
something that you think will make me horny?"

"It's just water, unless Kate put something in it that I'm not aware
of. And if she did, she'll regret it."

"You spit in it."

He lowered his head for a moment, then placed the glass on the night
table within her reach if she chose to extend her free arm.

"No, Nicole. That is your name, isn't it?" The girl nodded slowly in
response.

"My name isn't normally a concern to men like you. You can call me
whatever pleases you. Others seem to like Cunt, or Slavegirl." Her
voice wavered. "Some prefer to name me after their own daughters and
I get to call them Daddy."

He ignored the tirade, though his eyes seemed to flicker a
millimetre as she spoke. He drew in his breath.

"Nicole," he said deliberately. "It's just water. See?" He picked up
the glass and took a deep sip from it. He tilted his chin upwards,
working his throat to swallow it so she could see.

Her eyes followed his movements as he put the glass back within her
reach. With a grimace of pain, she worked her body up into a sitting
position, her left arm held outwards and connected to the bedpost.
She reached out with her right hand, purposely rotating her hand so
that she didn't have to look at the bloody cuff marks. She watched
him over the rim of the glass as she quickly drained the glass of
fluid. Gasping, she reminded him almost of an animal that lives
moment to moment, never sure when she'd be kicked, or where her next
drink would come from.

The glass clattered as she dropped it shakily on the nightstand.

"Thank-you," she whispered. She passed her right arm across her
lips. After a moment, she lowered her eyes. "So, what now?" She
slowly slipped her legs apart, her pubic hair trimmed to reveal her
secrets. When she looked up, he'd turned his gaze away from her.
"Aren't you going to fuck me? Don't you want Daddy's little girl?"

"Nicole, you don't have to do that. Not with me."

Nicole swallowed heavily, and as the shaking began to manifest her
muscles, she slowly closed her legs. Her face flushed crimson, but
he wasn't sure if it was embarrassment, or merely confusion.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

His gaze returned to her. "Why did I strip you?"

"No. I know why I don't have any clothing. Why are you torturing me.
If you're going to hurt me, just do it. Please. If you want to whip
me, I'll lie still. As still as I can. That's what most of you want.
You don't even need this. I won't move." She raised her left arm to
the extent that her restraints would let her. "Though, I understand
if you want me helpless."

He sighed, and shuffled his chair a little closer. Nicole began to
back away, but then returned to the edge of the bed, her bare toes
dug into the carpet.

"I can't pretend to know what is going on here, what you go through,
but I'm not here to hurt you."

"That's what they all say." She lowered her voice an octave,
mimicking a male voice. "Come here, baby, this won't hurt a bit."
Her voice rose again, into a normal feminine timbre. "But it always
does."

"Who?"

"Everyone. Everyone he decides to have me 'date'."

He shook his head. "Who?"

"Don't pretend you don't know. If you don't want to say his name, I
don't blame you, but we both know why you're here."

"We do?"

"Do you want me to masturbate for you, first? I will." Her fingers
crept to her nipple, which hardened a little at the sensations of
her own fingers. It seemed to him that the girl was trying to arouse
him. It was working. But if she aroused him, then perhaps the pain
she was expecting might be lessened -- if he was satisfied with her
performance, then perhaps he wouldn't hurt her as long. Given the
type of man she was used to, he suspected her performance normally
worked. At least a little.

"Nicole, while that's pretty to watch, you don't need to do that
either. Who's doing this to you? Who's that man in the other room?"

"You know who he is."

"I don't. I stumbled into this. I'll explain in a moment."

Nicole looked at him, suspicion on her features.

"You know who he is. He's who brought you here to play these games
with me. My tormentor. My torturer. My Doctor." The last title
seemed to carry more hatred than the other terms. "He who'll hurt me
far more than you, if I don't make you happy."

"Your father?"

Tears leapt into Nicole's eyes and before she could stop the words,
she snarled at him. "Fuck you. If you're going to whip me, whip me.
If you want to hurt me, then this is a good spot." She cried out as
she jabbed the area under her right breast where the skin was
discoloured and purple. "If you want to fuck me, or force me to suck
you, I'll do it. Just please, can we stop playing this sick game."

The man shook his head sadly, and then looked up at the seething
girl.

"He hasn't broken you, yet," he said.

Nicole shrank back, her fingers rubbing at the bruise near her
broken ribs.

"He's broken, me. I'll do whatever it is you want," she muttered.

"I want you to talk to me," he said quietly. "I want you to believe
that I'm not going to hurt you."

"So it will hurt more when I'm not expecting it?"

He shook his head patiently, and leaned back in the chair.

"Why does he do this to you?"

"You have to ask that? Because he wants to? Because he's a sadistic
fuck? Because he likes having sex with his twenty year-old daughter?
Because he likes hurting me? Because I didn't want to be a fucking
doctor like him??" She paused for a moment, then her bravado
collapsed. "Take your pick. I'm sorry. Please don't tell him I said
all that. Please?"

"Relax, Nicole. He can't hurt you while you're here."

"Who are you?" Nicole asked quietly.

He took a deep breath. "It'll sound crazy, I know. But I ...
manipulate time. I'm a time traveller."

Nicole actually laughed, but the pain as she did brought the mirth
up short.

"You're crazier than he is." A spark of fear slipped into her eyes.

"Think back. When you were kneeling in front of him." Nicole paled
at the words, but recovered. "When Kate found you."

"Who is she? Why was she naked?"

"Kate. She wanted to help you. She'll be back a little later. The
point is, think about him. Kate was there, trying to help you. Your
father didn't even move, did he? Shouldn't he at least have been
watching Kate -- a gorgeous, naked redhead in your bedroom?"

Nicole closed her eyes, and thought back. She remembered crabbing
away from her father, her arms still bound behind her. And she
remembered Kate clearly, her nudity almost unremarkable in this
house. And she remembered expecting a blow from above, but it never
came. In her panic, she hadn't even realised that her father hadn't
moved, hadn't hit her, hadn't struck out at her.

"What?"

"He was frozen, Nicole, because I control the time around him. He
can't hurt you here. Kate wanted me to bring you here -- away from
him."

Nicole lay back down on the bed, and closed her eyes. He leaned
back in his chair, tilting it until the front legs left the ground.

"Suppose I believe you," Nicole said slowly without opening her
eyes. "Why am I here? Naked and handcuffed?"

"Kate could probably explain that better than I, but it's because I
want you here."

"I see. Because I'm a good plaything, right? I've already been
broken in. I don't mind. I'll have sex with you, if you want it.
I'll even let you hurt me." The girl shivered. "It's got to be
better than ..."

He sighed. "I'm not going to rape you, Nicole."

The girl said nothing, merely curled up on the bare mattress.

After a time, he spoke to her again, unsure if she was even asleep.

"You need some rest, Nicole."

The girl nodded, her eyes only slits. "Thank-you," she said.

"I'll come give you more water in a little bit, okay?"

She murmured something, but he didn't quite catch what.

He stood by the door watching her bare form, surprised as she
actually began to softly snore. He smiled. He thought that maybe,
just maybe, she might be all right. There remained a spark in the
girl.

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

He stood like an obscene statue, his hand resting between his legs,
dropping his zipper to a daughter that no longer knelt in front of
him. Anger and hatred blazed for a moment in the Timeman's features,
but in the end, he realised that such emotions could only cause
mistakes to be made. Bad mistakes. Dangerous mistakes.

No, there were other ways of dealing with scum like this.

With a satisfied smile, he walked back towards the bed, Nicole's
small bed, and pulled the pink comforter from it. Carrying the
blanket in his arms, he slipped from the bedroom, and returned to
where Nicole lightly slept.

He gently tucked the blanket around her bare body, and then
carefully slipped from the room, shutting the door as he stepped out
into the cool hallway.

He paused at the top of the stairs. He could hear small muffled
sounds from the kitchen, and nothing, not even water running from
the bathroom.

He stepped in front of the bathroom door and without announcing his
presence turned the doorknob and let himself in.


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