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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [103/157] (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 103

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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Leigh's body shook noticeably as she approached the man. She was
wary, careful not to touch his frozen flesh as she slowly circled
him, her eyes taking in his body position, his snarl, his hand
slowly lowering his zipper.

"This piece of -- this bastard is who did that to Nicole?" she
whispered.

The Timeman settled onto Nicole's stripped bed, lacing his hands
behind his head. Kate stood beside the bed, purposely not watching
the frozen presence in the room. The Timeman nodded in response to
Leigh's question.

"How badly is she hurt? Nicole?"

"I don't know -- I'm not a doctor. But Kate thinks she might have a
broken rib or two, and possible internal damage. She says he kicked
her while she was tied up. He was about to force her to have oral
sex with him."

"She was here?" Leigh pointed to the spot where Nicole had knelt.
The Timeman nodded gravely.

"Kneel there."

Leigh looked up sharply. "What?"

"Kneel there. Where she was. Just for a moment."

Leigh shivered, but moved slowly to stand in front of the man. "May
I ask why?"

"I'll tell you in a moment."

Leigh cast him a wary glance, but began to lower herself to her
knees. She stopped halfway down.

"You aren't going to free him?"

"Not for a bit, and even if I do, I wouldn't do it with you kneeling
in front of him."

Leigh cast him another suspicious glance, but obviously not seeing
any choice, she knelt and lowered her thighs back to her bare heels.
She glanced up at the man towering over her, and shuddered.

"Hold your hands behind your back. Open your mouth."

Leigh did as she was told, and shivered. A tear formed and traced
slowly down her cheek. Kate whimpered, capturing his attention.

"Go," he said to her.

Resigned, Kate padded over and touched Leigh's shoulder. The
brunette closed her mouth and climbed to her feet. Another tear
meandered down her cheek. She stepped aside, touching Kate as she
did. Kate nodded, and lowered herself to mimic the position that
Nicole had been found in.

"Oh, Christ," she whispered as she, too, held her hands behind her
back and opened her mouth. After a few moments of holding the pose,
she scrambled to her feet and faced the Timeman.

He motioned them over.

"Still want to know why?"

Neither girl answered, lost in their own thoughts. When Leigh spoke,
her voice was only barely above a whisper.

"What do you want us to do?"

"What do you want to do?"

Leigh hesitated for a moment.

"I think I hate him. I've never hated anyone in my life."

"Not even me?"

Leigh slowly shook her head. "How could anyone do that? He's her
fucking father."

He didn't admonish the girl for swearing, and she didn't even seem
aware that she'd done it. It seemed appropriate and perhaps this
wasn't a lady-like situation.

"Can you do it? If you can't, I'll understand. Monique might."

Kate slowly nodded. Leigh hesitated a little longer, but then joined
Kate. She nodded once.

"What do you want us to do?"

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

Kate and Leigh knelt quietly on the bed. He lay between them, his
hands resting lightly on each girl's hip. Neither girl tried to
avoid the touch.

The man began to move, the sharp sound of his zipper filling their
ears. Whatever he'd been saying before the time stop had gripped
him, continued to ooze from his lips.

"... time for your gift, slave cunt ..." his voice trailed off as
his body stiffened. "What the FUCK? I'll kill the bitch ..."

The Timeman spoke quietly, but his voice carried easily.

"There is no need to swear; it will offend the ladies."

He jumped at the sound, but turned around slowly, a snarl gracing
his lips. His penis jutted from his zipper like a floppy snake.

"Who the FUCK are you?" His eyes didn't even touch the reclining man
on the bed, but tracked back and forth between the two nude girls
kneeling beside him. He took a step forward, fists clenched.

The man was big, well over two metres, and he looked strong enough
to break ribs with a single kick.

"I wouldn't do that," the Timeman said slowly. The big man halted
for a second, but then took another step forward.

"Who's going to fucking stop me?" the man snarled.

"You don't want to test me," the Timeman said mildly. He sat up,
never releasing his fingers from the girls. They seemed to extract a
certain calm from his touch, though they both trembled.

"What are you going to do, pussy boy?"

"Stop you."

"You and the cunts? Who are they, anyway?" The man did stop then,
his eye roaming over the naked girls. When the Timeman didn't
answer, he continued. "Doesn't matter. I'll tear you apart, then
make you watch while I kill them. Nice and slow."

Without warning, he rushed forward, fists swinging. His aim wasn't
particularly focused, and if allowed to continue, he would have
probably broken bones in Leigh's face. Instead, he cried out in
surprise, and fell, his fist missing the trembling girl by a scant
five centimetres. Leigh screamed, but didn't fall backwards, mostly
because the Timeman's hand had moved to the small of her back, 
supporting her.

The man cried out again from the floor.

"What the fuck have you done to my fucking feet?" He seemed to be
pulling ineffectually on his wingtips, which seemed to be glued to
the floor. "I'm going to kill all of you. Then I'm going to find
that little slave bitch and make her sorry she was ever born."

The Timeman slowly slipped from the bed, releasing Leigh and Kate,
and crouched low but out of the man's range. From somewhere behind
him, he extracted the gun. The man's eyes widened at that, but
didn't lose the redness of hatred and fury.

"I think Nicole is sorry that she was ever born already, don't you?"

"What have you done with her? Her cunt is mine."

The Timeman laughed, pointing the gun at random places on the man's
body. The man paled when it pointed towards his groin.

"She's not yours, and never will be. You may play as if she is, but
she isn't. She's mine now."

"Fuck you."

He turned to the girls watching terrified from the mattress.

"Kate?"

The girl nodded, and without further instruction slipped from the
bed and approached the blue backpack. The man on the floor watched
every move that the naked girl made.

"She's quite a bitch. Maybe we can work something out between the
two of us," the man said. He pulled hard on his glued shoes, but
yelped as he pulled something in his leg.

He ignored the man until Kate approached with a set of handcuffs and
the key. She handed the Timeman the key, and then knelt beside him.

"Tell her to come closer. I'll show her what a real man can do."

Ignoring his suggestion, the Timeman asked, "What's your name?"

"Fuck you. I don't have to tell you squat."

The Timeman sighed, and raised the gun to aim at the man's head.

"No. You don't. You have a simple choice, I can shoot you, or you
can tell me your name. And I won't shoot you in the head." He moved
the gun to aim at the man's penis which still flopped obscenely from
deep within his pants. The man paled. "Give me a reason." The
Timeman shrugged and cocked the gun.

"Maurice. Maurice Stephens."

"That would make the girl you were torturing, Nicole Stephens?"

The man nodded, his eyes no longer on Kate, but following each tiny
dip of the handgun aimed at his privates.

"I'm going to have Kate, here, handcuff you. You are going to let
her. If you don't, you'll regret it. Understand?" He held the gun on
the man, but didn't rise. Maurice nodded slowly. "Now, stand up."

Maurice struggled, but managed to gain his knees, then his feet.
With a sigh, he held out his hands. He tried to move his feet, but
the shoes remained stuck to the floor. "Those look a lot better on
girls," he said tightly.

"I agree, actually, but the girls haven't hurt anyone lately."

"You're a shithead, you know that?"

Ignoring him, the Timeman nodded to Kate. Kate rose to her feet,
leaving the Timeman sitting on the floor. Kate approached the man
slowly, her eyes wary. Maurice stuck out his tongue and waggled it
at her obscenely.

"Nice cunt. Pretty cunt," he whispered. "What I wouldn't do to get
my dick in your cunt."

Kate paled and stayed out of his range, the handcuffs dangling from
her right hand.

"Come and get me then, little cunt," he said. Kate backed up a step,
turning to glance at the Timeman, pleading in her eyes.

He nodded to the girl, and Kate inhaled deeply. She stepped forward
again, and reached out to place the cuff around his right wrist.
Maurice waited until she had committed herself, and then pounced.
Quicker than she was expecting, he had her turned, his forearm
across her neck. She choked, unable to even scream. Slowly, her face
began to turn red. Images of Darren, and his arm raced through her
mind.

"Do something," Leigh whispered. She was already half-way off the
bed.

"Stay," the Timeman barked at her. Leigh paled, and pulled her bare
legs back up onto the bed. Kate choked again, as Maurice tightened
his grip on her throat.

"You have them well trained, my friend," Maurice said amiably. Kate
pulled weakly at his arm. Her feet nearly left the floor while she
was in his grip, forced up on tiptoe. Maurice's free hand slipped
down her skin, brushing at her bare breasts.

"They respect me, even if they don't like me," the Timeman said. He
moved closer to Kate and Stephens.

"My slave respects me, too, even if she doesn't like me," Maurice
said with a chuckle. "Now, if you'd be so kind, release my feet from
whatever magic you've imposed on them, and we can talk about what to
do next."

Kate tried to shake her head, no, but he squeezed again, and the
girl choked, futilely pounding on his arm with her fists.

The Timeman cocked his head to the side.

"You're making it worse on yourself."

Maurice laughed. "What are you going to do, shoot me? I'll kill her
before you even pull the trigger."

"I can stop you without this," the Timeman said slowly. He then
tossed the gun towards the door. It clattered to the hardwood and
skipped across the floor until it rested against the baseboards near
one of Nicole's stuffed bears. Maurice's eyes lit up. Slowly, he
bent his head, and licked along Kate's neck beside her ear. The girl
moaned. "No. You're making it worse on yourself. Girls have a soft
spot, even if misguided, about hurting people -- even scum -- even
assholes -- even torturing, sadistic fathers that would rape their
own daughters in the light of day. Tormenting Kate isn't going to
help you."

"The fuck it won't. I'll kill her without a second thought."

As if to prove his point, he squeezed the girl again, and Kate began
to slump in his grasp. He eased up on her, and she sucked air in
like a drowning babe. Her breathing rasped like it was passing
across coarse sandpaper in her throat. Her eyes pleaded with the
Timeman to do something. Anything.

"Like you'll kill Nicole eventually?"

"That cunt isn't worth my time to kill her."

The Timeman regarded him for a moment. "Let Kate go."

"Or what? You want Nicole? You can have her. Give me these bitches
for a few hours in compensation."

"I'll give you these 'bitches' for a while, but I doubt if you'll
enjoy their company."

"I'll start by breaking their toes. Oh yes. Then their fingers. And
then we'll start having fun."

The Timeman took another step towards Maurice. In response, he
tightened his grip again on Kate. The girl gurgled, and Leigh
screamed from her place on the bed.

"I don't want to hurt you," the Timeman said quietly. Maurice seemed
taken aback by the calm in the other man's voice. "Kate is just a
girl. If you kill her, so be it. I can get others. But you'll be in
hell for far longer than you imagined possible, if you hurt her."

"You care about her."

"In a way, yes, but I won't stop because you are threatening her
well being. She's used to pain."

"I'll bet she is. You and I are like peas in a pod. But take it from
me. You can't let emotion rule these kinds of things."

The Timeman smiled and stepped forward. Maurice tried to step
backwards, but his feet remained glued to the floor. He grunted and
responded instead by squeezing Kate's throat. She made a strangled
sound, her hands clawing at his forearm, her nails finally drawing a
bead of blood. Her chest heaved, unable to pull life's air through
her throat.

Instead of backing off, the Timeman approached, and drove a single
fist past Kate's flailing body and into Maurice's soft underbelly.
Maurice gasped, and released Kate. Kate fell to the ground with a
groan, her hands pressed to her throat, gasping in gulps of air.
Leigh scrambled off the bed, and ran to the fallen girl.

The Timeman's eyes never left Maurice's.

"I suspect that you'll pay for choking her," he said mildly. He
turned away, but then turned back. He drove another fist into
Maurice's solar plexus, and the man doubled, gasping for breath.

Leigh had helped Kate scramble out of Maurice's reach, and the
Timeman crouched near the naked girls.

"Is she all right?"

Leigh nodded slowly. Kate looked up, and began to sob lightly, her
hands pressing to her injured throat.

The Timeman touched Kate's chin, and tilted her face upwards.
"Ready to try again?"

Kate slowly shook her head. The Timeman, looked down but when he
looked back up, he smiled a little.

"You're a brave girl. You'll get your chance to reverse that."

Kate nodded and pushed herself away from Leigh's arms.

"I'll try." Her voice sounded odd, raspy and forced. He hoped that
she hadn't suffered permanent damage.

"Good girl," the Timeman said. He rose, and retrieved the gun.
Maurice, who had straightened again, watched.

"Little man needs a gun?"

The Timeman approached, waving the gun at Maurice.

"I might not be able to stop her from killing you without this."

Maurice laughed. "I won't let her bind me. You realise that, don't
you?"

The Timeman shrugged, and moved in front of the man. "That's up to
you. But another stunt like that, and I'll probably not even
hesitate. Where would you like the bullet? Elbow? Knee? Pecker?"

Maurice paled. "Fucking asshole. We could have so much fun with
them."

"I'm already having fun. And you need a lesson in how to treat
women."

"And you don't?"

"Nicole has broken bones, as far as I can tell."

"They heal."

"She won't. As long as she lives."

Maurice shrugged.

"Hold out your hands. I'm only going to ask you once. After that, a
joint gets a bullet through it. How would that heal, doctor?"

Maurice paled. He hesitated for a moment, then held his hands out.
They shook. The Timeman motioned for Kate, and the girl approached,
trembling. She picked up the handcuffs that she'd dropped when he
had choked her, and then warily placed them over the man's wrists.
They clicked into place.

Maurice's eyes left the gun and rested the entire time on Kate's
breasts. She ignored him, and scampered away as soon as he was
secured. He pulled a little at the bonds, but realised the futility.

The Timeman turned from the man, and approached the girls. Kate and
Leigh had returned to kneeling positions on the bed.

He gave them instructions, and then then watched as the girls
slipped off the bed to complete the task.

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Maurice stood hands above his head, ankles bound with ropes that had
at some point bound most of the girls in the Timeman's group. The
handcuffs about Maurice's wrists were held to the ceiling with a
thin rope looped through a ring set into the beams above. The
Timeman was sure that Nicole had tested the weight bearing capacity
of the rings at some point over the last year.

Kate and Leigh padded slowly towards the Timeman, who stood easily
in front of Maurice.

"He's dangerous," the Timeman said. "He'll hurt you if he manages to
get free. I need you to be careful. I can't bring you back from the
dead, and I can't heal you if he breaks your fingers, or arms, or
ribs. Understand?" Kate and Leigh nodded solemnly. "Teach him."
Again, the naked girls nodded. "But don't kill him."

He turned with one last glance at the tied man.

"I wouldn't goad them," he said easily.

"Fucking cunts don't scare me," Maurice whispered.

"They should. The female of the species is far more dangerous than
the male," he said.

"Fuckhead," Maurice said.

As the Timeman closed the bedroom door, he noticed locks on the
outside of the door. As the gap narrowed, he heard Maurice call out
to the naked women.

"Get away from me ..." his voice almost trembled.

The Timeman smiled gently, and began to push the locking bolts home.
If the girls were silly enough to free Maurice, the last thing he
needed was a crazy sadistic doctor with revenge on his mind roaming
the house freely.

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