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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [101/157] (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 101

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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Monique sighed, but didn't protest as the band of steel closed
relatively gently around her right ankle. The other end of the ankle
cuff attached under the heavy sofa. There were other deep scratches
in the wood of the sofa leg, as if it weren't the first time it had
been used as a restraint anchor.

Monique's skin was soft and smooth under his finger tips. He
allowed his fingers to trace up her calf. The girl shivered, but sat
still until he turned towards Andrea.

Andrea sat naked across the coffee table, chained by the ankle to
the other sofa. The baseball cap sat jauntily on her head, her
ever-present ponytail dancing about her shoulders, her blonde bangs
nearly falling into her eyes.

He straightened.

"What are you going to do with us now?" Monique asked quietly.

Instead of answering, he turned towards the entrance. At the archway
into the marbled front hall, he turned back towards the girls.

"When I come back, I'll give you some books to read until I need you
again."

"Need us for what?"

"Whatever I like," he replied with a smile dancing about his lips.
He turned and disappeared into the hallway.

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

Both Kate and Leigh looked up as he poked his head through the
swinging kitchen door. Both girls wore identical expressions of
discomfort and pleading in their eyes. The gags had been in their
mouths longer than he'd intended. But he couldn't let them free,
yet. There was more to be done upstairs.

"Only a few more minutes," he whispered.

A tear formed in Leigh's eye, but somehow the girl managed to keep
it from falling down her cheek. Instead, she pulled against the
ropes holding her down, but eventually gave up with a quiet mewl.
Her head dropped forward, her brunette hair hiding her pretty face
from view. Kate stared at him for a moment, her eyes still pleading
with him to release her -- at least from the red ball wedged between
her teeth. He shook his head kindly, and let the kitchen door close,
cutting off his view of the pretty naked girls bound to the kitchen
chairs.

They'd be free soon enough.

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

He settled into the chair, tilting back his head and staring at the
ceiling. They were all restrained, and he could finally relax. None
of them were any immediate threat.

He cast his thoughts outward, riding the waves of hazy mists.
Puzzled, he could sense something odd, but he couldn't quite
pinpoint it. The bubble he'd cast around the newlywed, Linda, was
gone -- gone like smoke into a fog. Forcing his mind to narrow, he
located Mark, her husband, still floating freely. But something,
almost like a wall, prevented him from seeing inside the suite where
he'd left the girl. A mental block seemed to manifest around the
location of his former base of operations.

Who? What? Why?

He didn't know the answers. Something was happening there; though
whether it was a natural phenomenon, or man made, or whether it was
a manifestation of some sort of time mismanagement by himself, he
didn't know.

He nearly rose from the chair, ready to leave the girls alone in the
old mansion. It was dangerous not knowing.

The image of a dusty blonde appeared, naked and lying on the floor
of an office, her hands lightly roaming her bare skin. She lay in
front of a marbled desk that looked eerily familiar. A male, really
not much older than a boy, sat frozen behind the desk, his back
ramrod straight, his eyes lifted above the writhing, nearly naked
girl stretched out before him. The girl's head tilted back in a
silent scream of passion, or ecstasy, her fingers moving gently
between her legs, hidden from the Timeman's immediate view. The
Timeman shivered, as the image faded into the mists of time.

Who was that girl? He'd seen her before, lying clothed on a park
bench near an old man feeding pigeons. Was she related to the block
upon the bridal suite? He didn't know, but something deep inside him
cried out the answer. Yes, he thought the pretty college aged girl
was intertwined with all of this.

A pretty college co-ed, roaming free in this silent world, somehow
blocking his time manipulations? Absurd. If she even existed, she
was merely a girl, like the girl lying naked, hurt, and handcuffed
in front of him.

He shook his head, and laughed quietly. Male fantasy -- it's what
got him here in the first place. His mind flit to the the man still
standing frozen in front of a non-existent suffering daughter. Yes,
male fantasy.

He began to push himself back to his feet. Have to go back to the
suite. Have to see what happened to Linda, though he fully expected
the girl to have simply returned spontaneously to her rightful
timeline. Or be exactly as he had left her, naked and slowed in her
hot tub.

A soft voice stopped him before he could complete the rise to his
feet.

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

"I'm so thirsty," Nicole said quietly, breaking him out of his
ruminations.

With a quick nod, he rose, and returned a moment later with the
octagonal glass filled with water from the bathroom taps. When he
returned, she sat carefully, her right hand pressing against her
injured side, and her legs firmly together overhanging the edge of
the bed.

Without hesitation this time, she accepted the glass, and drained
it. A lone drop trickled down her chin, where she almost absently
brushed it off and licked her finger. She held the glass out
towards him. Without a word, he took it, and then returned with it
filled again. More slowly, she sipped at the second glass. At last,
her eyes rose, and watched him warily sitting back in the chair. He
sat sideways, his legs dangling over the armrest, swinging easily
through the air.

She balanced the glass on her bare thigh for a moment.

"Why aren't you hurting me?" she asked quietly.

"You've been hurt enough," he said simply.

"Most men don't care about that."

"I'm not most men."

She raised the glass and sipped from the edge again.

"Most men would have raped me long ago, including the bastard in the
other room. Is he still ... frozen?"

The Timeman leaned his head back. "Nicole, first of all, you aren't
in any shape to be raped. It would probably turn into murder. I
think you've got a broken rib there, and sex might just cause
internal damage. I don't know why he hurt you like that, or how, but
whatever it was, you didn't deserve it. Second, I have no intention
of raping any of the girls I keep with me. There's no need to do
such a thing. Not for control. Not for pleasure. And with regards to
the bastard in the other room, he won't hurt you -- not while I'm
here anyway. Yes, he's still frozen, but not for much longer. You
don't have to see him."

Nicole paled for a moment, but then recovered.

"You're going to let him go?"

The Timeman nodded slowly. "For a while."

"He can't hurt me?"

He shook his head.

"He kicked me." The Timeman turned towards her for a moment. Her
fingers pressed lightly against her broken ribs. "Here. He kicked
me. My hands were tied behind me, and I couldn't stop him. I think I
heard something break. Inside."

"Why?"

"Is there ever a reason?"

"Sometimes. But never a good one."

"I really don't know. Because he wanted to. He likes hurting women.
Me, in particular."

The Timeman sighed. "You've been through a great deal. How long?"

She thought about it. It seemed so long, but she supposed that she
wouldn't have survived it it had been longer.

"A year, or so. After I dropped out of law school. I couldn't afford
it."

"He's a doctor?"

She nodded bitterly.

"And you don't want to be a doctor."

"I didn't until he started convincing me. But even after I came to
that little decision, it didn't stop. If anything, he beats me
more."

"I'm going to unfreeze him. You don't have to see him."

Nicole remained silent. She pulled carefully on her bound wrist, but
didn't shake her hand or twist it. It was almost like she was
stretching. A grimace of pain crossed her face, and she looked up,
tears nearly falling from her eyelids.

"I think I need to."

"Need to?"

"Need to see him. He won't be able to hurt me, right?"

"I don't think that's such a good idea. After what you've been
through."

"I have to go back eventually, don't I?"

The Timeman nodded, a look of pain crossing his face.

"I don't want to send you back, but I'll probably have to,
eventually. I won't be able to hold this timeline forever."

She didn't fully understand that, but she continued.

"This might be my only chance to say some things I need to say."

"He won't remember."

Nicole shrugged, her breasts rising prettily as she did.

"He's going to kill me, eventually. I know that. I want to say some
things before he kills me."

The Timeman looked pained, but non-committal.

"I don't know, Nicole. We'll see how it goes. Okay?"

"Do I have a choice?"

He looked at the naked girl for a moment, then pursed his lips.
Slowly, he shook his head.

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

Nicole walked slowly, with a slight limp, her hands loosely cuffed
in front of her. She had trouble with the stairs, but with some
support from his hand on her elbow, and her bound hands grasping the
oaken rail, she managed to step one stair at a time to the main
hallway. At the bottom of the staircase, she slowly lowered herself
until she sat on the bottom stair, her bare bottom against the
hardwood. Her breath came in ragged bursts, and she winced after
each rise of her chest. After she caught her breath, she looked up
at the sound of quiet murmuring from the living room.

"Who's that?" she asked. "You're going to share me?" Her voice
whispered, but rose in almost an accusing tone.

He smiled, and crouched in front of her. Carefully, he placed his
hands on her knees. Nicole didn't flinch from his touch.

"I already told you that I wasn't going to rape you, and I'm
certainly not going to share you. But there is some others that I
want you to meet. You'll be spending time with them."

Nicole's eyes flitted to a look of understanding.

"Kate?"

"Kate is one of them, yes, but she's in the kitchen at the moment."

Nicole nodded. He reached down, and helped her to her bare feet. The
girl winced as something inside jabbed her, but she managed to
prevent a scream.

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

As her eyes scanned the room, her eyes widened. Andrea and Monique
sat quietly, but turned their eyes towards the new girl.

"You fucking bastard," Monique whispered, her eyes roaming over the
bruises that graced Nicole's bare skin.

The Timeman turned toward Monique, slowly shaking his head.

"If I wasn't chained here, I swear, I'd kill you," she whispered
fiercely. "How could you do that to a helpless girl. You are one
fucked up shit."

"Monique, you know that I don't like swearing from my girls."

Monique looked at him incredulously. "I'm not your fucking girl, for
starters. And if you're capable of doing that to a girl, you're a
fucking animal." Her fists curled in rage beside her bare thighs.

The Timeman glanced at Andrea, who nodded gravely. He opened her
mouth to speak, but the words never made it from his lips. Instead,
Nicole spoke, her voice stronger than he would have expected from
her.

"He didn't do this to me," Nicole said slowly.

Monique turned her attention to Nicole. "You don't have to lie for
him. We know what he's capable of." Monique rattled the chain
connected to her bare ankle. "He abuses women for his sadistic
jollies."

Nicole turned towards the Timeman. "May I?"

He nodded, and leaned up against the archway, watching as Nicole
walked carefully across the room, settling into the sofa beside
Monique.

"He didn't do this to me," Nicole said carefully. Tears had formed
in her eyes. Monique hesitated, but some maternal instinct seemed to
flow into her at Nicole's unshed tears. She gathered Nicole into
her arms, and held her, skin to skin. Nicole seemed to melt into the
girl's arms.

"Who did, then?"

"It wasn't him. I'd tell you if he did. He saved me."

Monique looked up sharply, her eyes suspicious. The Timeman
shrugged, and Monique silently returned her eyes to the bruised girl
lying against her.

"Who did this to you?"

Nicole shivered, and simply shook her head. "He handcuffed me, but
nicer than before. And he didn't hit me, please."

"I'm not going to hurt you," Monique whispered.

"Thank-you," Nicole whispered. "Thank-you."

He couldn't tell who she was thanking, but she seemed to be
comfortable in Monique's arms.

"Who is she?"

The Timeman looked up briefly. Monique's gaze held him.

"Her name is Nicole, and she's been through a lot."

"I can tell. What happened?"

"Later."

Monique nodded.

"Will she be all right? Shouldn't we get her to a hospital?"

"Hospital? Doctors? Here?"

Monique sighed, and slowly began to stroke the girl's hair.

"She's hurt. Badly."

"I know. I need you to take care of her for a while."

"You could start by releasing us. She shouldn't have handcuffs on."

Nicole's voice rose slowly from Monique's arms. "I don't mind. I'm
used to them."

Monique nodded. "He wouldn't take them off, anyway."

"He offered to let me go free. It didn't feel right."

Monique looked quizzically at the girl, but eventually lifted her
eyes to the Timeman.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "Please don't punish me."

He stared at the naked girl for a moment. "Sorry, for what?"

Monique took a deep breath, and let it out in a small sigh.

"Sorry for thinking ... sorry for swearing ..."

He shook his head gently. "You didn't know. It was -- appropriate.
I shouldn't have brought her in here without warning."

Monique nodded. "Thank-you," she whispered. And somehow, he knew
that he wouldn't punish the girl. Not this time.

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

He left the four paperbacks lying on the coffee table, though none
of the girls seemed interested in reading. Andrea, and Monique, and
Nicole seemed to be more interested in talking quietly amongst
themselves.

As he turned to move into the hallway again, to leave the girls
alone, Andrea's voice turned him.

"Sir?"

"Will you be all right in here?"

Andrea nodded. "I know the television won't work, but if we're going
to be in here for a while," she rattled her left foot where the
ankle cuffs restrained her movement, "may we listen to music? The
stereo should work. There's a stack of compact disks over there."
She pointed across the room.

She reminded him of a girl long ago -- Amy -- who liked to listen to
older rock music. Slowly, he nodded. He began to turn away.

"Thank-you," Andrea whispered. "But ..."

He turned again, a little impatiently. The girls in the kitchen were
uncomfortable in their gags. Andrea didn't know that of course, but
he hadn't really wanted to gag them in the first place. He needed
Kate and Leigh, and didn't want them too distracted by their own
physical discomfort.

Andrea paled at his expression. "I'm sorry. Never mind."

He gathered in a breath, and sighed. "What is it, Andrea?"

"It's just that, I ... I can't reach the disks." She flushed, for a
moment, as if she were a child caught with her hand in the cookie
jar. "I -- I tried already."

He nodded. "I don't have time to move them right now, Andrea. You'll
have to wait."

"If you released me for a minute, I'll move them closer to the
stereo. If you have to go, I'll put the cuff back on. I swear.
Please?"

Slowly, he shook his head. Tears appeared in the girl's eyes, and
she lowered them before the moisture overspilled onto her cheeks.
She wiped at them before they could fall.

"If it's okay, I can get them for her," a small voice rose from the
opposite sofa.

He turned his attention to Nicole. Her face still registered pain,
but she looked at him with bright eyes.

"You aren't going to do anything silly, are you, Nicole? If I don't
chain you to furniture?"

Nicole shook her head slowly, even that effort causing her pain.
"Where would I go?" He shrugged. The girl continued. "I'm
handcuffed, and I don't even have any clothes. Where would I go?"

"The police?" He knew that wasn't about to happen, but he needed to
test the girl. She probably didn't quite realise the external
limitations to her freedom yet. Andrea and Monique would probably
fill her in.

"They wouldn't help me. The deputy of police has been in this house.
Seen me before."

"Please, Nicole, don't do anything silly."

She grimaced, and nodded. "I can't. You know that, perhaps better
than even I."

"You can get her disks for her, but don't hurt yourself doing it.
Understand?"

Nicole nodded again, slowly. "I'll crawl if I have to."

"Don't let her hurt herself," he said to the other girls. With
that, he turned from the naked girls and moved slowly towards the
kitchen. Two girls tied to chairs in the kitchen needed to be
ungagged, and released. Badly.


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