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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [105/157] (MF+, bond, control) {Crimson Dragon}
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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 105

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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The chain rattled between his wrists and the rope leading to the
handcuffs looked dangerously thin. Hesitantly, Leigh approached the
big man, while Kate remained back rubbing almost absently at her
throat.

Maurice raised his eyes to Leigh, a fire burning deep below the
surface.

"Cunt," he nearly spat at her.

Her eyes widened, and she nearly backtracked away from him, but in
the end, she held her ground and stared into his bloodshot eyes.

"Pathetic," she said, nearly in a whisper.

"Fuck you, cunt," he said. He pulled again on the rope holding him
immobile in front of the girl. "I will get free, and I will kill
him. I won't kill you, though. No. But I will break your bones, and
grind them in her blood." He glanced at Kate who swallowed and
involuntarily stepped back. Leigh continued to stare at him. When
the girls didn't respond to him, he laughed. "Fucking girls.
Fucking useless." He turned his head away.

Leigh sighed, and returned to where Kate was standing.

"What do you want to do?"

Kate swallowed again, pain dotting her features. She massaged her
throat again.

"I want to choke him. God, I want to choke him."

Leigh sighed, and guided the redhead back to the bed. Together the
girls sat down, their weight creaking the mattress. Leigh opened
the first two drawers in Nicole's spartan nightstand. The second
one contained various sexual implements -- a vibrator, and a small
whip, nipple clamps. Leigh picked up the whip, and stared at it.

"I hate him, but I can't hurt him," Kate whispered. She stared at
the bound man standing watching them. He winked back at her.

"Fucking dykes," he said.

Leigh sighed, and hefted the leather in her right hand. She walked
carefully back to Maurice.

"You're making it easy to do what we have to do."

"What's that cunt? You don't have the balls to use that thing."

Leigh found a hint of a smile. "You're right. I don't have balls.
And neither will you, when we're done with you."

Her smile widened for a moment as he paled.

"I'm not afraid of you, cunt. I've whipped girls far more impressive
than you. Pussy. Not even allowed to wear clothes." He turned away
from Leigh again.

Leigh flushed, but didn't retreat.

"I don't want to hurt you. I hate you, but I don't want to hurt
you."

He turned to the girl, and smiled. It was an ugly smile, chilling
her to her core.

"That's the difference between you and I -- besides the balls. I'd
hurt you, if I had the chance. Make you scream. Like I do Nicole."

The image of Nicole's battered skin rose into Leigh's mind, her
reaction to the girl, slapping the Timeman, rising as well. Maurice
smiled.

"You want me to beat you. Fuck you and beat you. Fucking worthless,
cunt," he whispered.

The whip tumbled to her feet, where it lay curled up near her bare
toes.

"Bastard," Leigh whispered.

"I am a bastard, and I'll enjoy removing your fingernails, one after
the other as you scream."

"I wouldn't scream for you," Leigh said quietly. She wanted to
swear, wanted to scream at him. But something inside her cried out
for her to hold onto herself. Her body throbbed, being in control of
this brute, but it was only an illusion. Nevertheless, it was a
convincing one. She was free, even if she was naked, and he was not.
She could strip him if she wanted. She didn't, and so he kept his
clothing. But it was her choosing. Not his.

She cried out as he spit at her. White globules from his lips
spattered her left cheek; some landed obscenely on her left breast.
In a daze, she wiped the moisture from her skin, and stared at it
lying against her pale fingers. She looked up at him, and for the
first time, he tried to back up. The ropes held him.

"Fucking cunt. Let me go, and maybe I'll go easier on you."

She stepped forward, and without thought swung her fist at his
stomach. He was taken off guard, and he lost his air with a whoosh.
Gasping for air, he managed to straighten and release some of the
pressure from his wrists.

"Fucking worthless, cowardly, cunt."

Leigh stepped back for a moment, and regarded him.

"I have a cunt. It's right here." She pointed downwards without
looking, though her legs were pressed tightly together. She wasn't
about to give this animal a free show without coaxing. "But I am not
a cunt. Understand?"

He laughed, even while his breath came in slow hitches.

"Cunt," he said with a sparkle in his eyes.

Leigh sighed, and stepped forward again. She swung again, not
knowing where she was punching, only relishing the soft sound of her
hands hitting him. Hitting him. Hitting him.

A voice, which she barely recognised as her own rose in a cry of
pain, and anger. "Bastard. Fucking bastard."

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

"You're going to kill him," a voice whispered in her ear. Leigh's
arms felt like lead; she could barely raise her arms anymore. At the
light touch of Kate's fingers, Leigh stepped back and away from the
man hanging limp by his wrists. Blood, like Nicole's, ran down his
arms from the cuffs in rivulets.

"Oh, God," Leigh murmured. She slowly sank to the floor, her elbows
resting on her crossed knees. "Oh, God." Tears ran down her face,
and she shook off Kate's comforting hand from her shoulder. Maurice
moaned, and incredibly he began to push himself, trying to get his
feet under his weight.

Kate rose, and still massaging her neck, approached the man. Leigh
watched silently through her blurred eyes. Kate looked back once,
and then turned to face the man.

"What the fuck are you looking at? Cunt?"

"After she pounded you, you still call us names?"

"Cunt," he repeated. "I'm going to enjoy fucking you."

Kate shivered, and paused. "We're human, you know. Nicole, Leigh,
me. We're human beings."

"Cunts. That's all you're fucking good for."

"You'll be caught some day."

He laughed at that, straightening further. He seemed to wince, but
then drew back his head.

"You can't hurt me. You're only a fucking pussy."

Something seemed to snap in the girl, and she stepped forward, much
as Leigh had.

"I don't want to hit you," Kate said. "He instructed me to, but I
don't want to. Hitting you isn't the answer."

"Then I guess you'll have to kill me." With that, he spat again.
Most of it missed the girl, but some landed on her shoulder. Kate
turned to regard the moisture, but didn't wipe it. She looked like
she would be ill. She shook her head.

"He'll hurt us, if we don't hurt you."

"Fuck you, bitch."

She looked at him, her eyes blazing. Kate inhaled deeply, held the
air in her lungs for a moment. She closed her eyes, as if counting
to calm herself. When she opened her eyes, he tried to twist away
again.

She stepped forward, her hand bent back, her small hand angled, palm
up. The edge of her palm struck him at the base of the throat. It
might have killed him, there and then, his windpipe collapsed, if he
hadn't managed to tense the muscles of his neck at the last second.
Her wrist felt as though she'd struck a soft, pliable wall. His eyes
bulged in pain and surprise.

For a moment, he looked like a fish out of water, unable to draw
breath, gasping. He closed his eyes for a moment, his breathing loud
and almost restricted by the blow. He swallowed heavily, finally
reopening his eyes. For a moment, he actually looked frightened of
the naked girl standing in front of him.

When he spoke again, his voice was husky and raspy, as if he'd been
screaming at a sporting event for hours.

"When it comes time for you to die, I'm going to enjoy choking the
life from you," he said slowly. "You fucking, bitch, cunt."

Kate closed her eyes for a moment at the tirade, but then reopened
them slowly.

Without warning, she raised her right leg, unconcerned that he was
staring between her legs as she did. This distraction didn't help
with the impact. Her foot struck out, in a nice approximation of a
roundhouse kick. She cried out as her toes connected with his side,
near where Leigh had punched him repeatedly. He lost his breath
again, wheezing. Closing her eyes, Kate began to throw kicks at him,
unconcerned about where they fell. When her right leg tired, she
switched to her left, until she couldn't stand anymore.

Her knees collapsed, and she fell to the ground. Leigh began to
crawl forward towards Kate. Kate curled up, weeping. Leigh reached
her, gathering the girl into her bare arms and rocked her.

They remained like that for a while, until they noticed that the
invectives had stopped from above. Only quiet moans issued from the
tall man bound above them.

"My foot hurts," Kate said quietly. Her fingers massaged her right
foot slowly around her bare toes.

"So do my hands," Leigh said quietly. The man stirred above them,
but didn't wake.

"I should feel good, but I don't," Kate whispered. "I feel like I'm
no better than him."

Leigh sat for a moment, considering the man above them.

"You're better because you didn't want to do it."

Kate nodded, but it wasn't clear if she felt any better.

Slowly, Leigh pushed herself to her bare feet. Tides of sexuality
flowed through her, but she tried to push them away. It wasn't
right. Not here. Not now.

Slowly, she lifted Maurice's shirt. His middle was a mass of
brownish bruising.

"He looks like Nicole," she muttered.

Kate nodded, and then rose. Together, the girls lay down on the bed,
falling wearily into each other's arms.

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"Fucking dykes. If I was free, I'd show you a real man," Maurice
muttered.

Leigh and Kate looked up sharply. Leigh shook her head. Perhaps,
she'd been dreaming? Her body ached, but mostly her hands. She
flexed her fingers, her hands refused to clench. It hurt.

With a groan, she swung her bare legs from the bed, unentangling
herself from Kate. She lifted herself to her feet, and stepped to
face him. Kate remained reclining as modestly as she could on the
bed.

Leigh shook her head slowly.

She bent and picked up the small whip that lay near Maurice's shoes.

"I'll bet this hurts," Leigh said quietly.

"Ask Nicole," Maurice said with a smile. Leigh remained quiet. "Ask
Nicole how much she screamed when I used it on her fucking useless
tits."

"Why don't we find out how much you'll scream, instead."

He paled for a moment, but then recovered. "You don't have the balls
to use something like that."

Leigh sighed, and stepped forward. It was becoming easier, after the
initial release of her aggressions. She reached up easily, and
slapped him. His head rocked back, and he swore.

"Fucked up, cunt!"

In response, she hooked her hand, and dragged her nails down his
cheek. Thin lines of blood welled up, and despite his initial
bravado, he shrieked.

"I'm going to rip off your tits for that, you fucking bitch."

She stepped back, and slowly swung the whip at him. It struck him in
the chest, and he stiffened, but bit his lip to keep the yelp of
pain from emerging. Even through clothing, the leather must have
raised a welt. Slowly, she cocked her arm back again, and the whip
fell, snaking across his chest and striking the cheek that she'd
scratched. He screamed again, despite his attempts at control. A
thin line appeared on his cheek where the whip had struck him.

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He hung by his wrists, breathing hard.

"Why don't you go fuck her? Bitch? Did whipping me make you hot?"

Leigh sighed and dropped the leather instrument. Instead of
dignifying his comment with an answer, she stepped back and cocked
her head to the side. Her eyes shone both with unshed tears, and
with something else.

"You'd like to see that, wouldn't you?"

"Fucking dyke."

"Maybe we will. Have sex right here on the floor in front of you.
Show you what you'll never have." Leigh purposely touched her
breast, tracing the nipple. The thoughts of her making love to Kate,
even in front of the monster, excited her. Her breathing increased.

"Fucking slut," he said. "You really are hot. Come closer, and I'll
show you what a real man can do for you."

"You sounded like Nicole probably did when you whipped her.
Screamed like a little girl. A real man? Whipping a helpless girl?
How can you stand yourself?"

Instead of taking the bait, he stared at Leigh.

"He hasn't fucked you at all, has he? Fucking worthless piece of
shit. I'd dick you at least four times a day, if you were like
that in front of me all the time. Fucking slut." Leigh stood
silently regarding him. "Fucking pansy doesn't know what he's got.
I'd have you begging for my prick. Do you in the ass. Do you in
every fucking hole you got. Maybe even rip you some new ones."

Instead of answering him, she approached him. He watched her warily.

"I'll never give in to you, bitch. Or the other one."

Leigh sighed, and ran her fingers gently down his chest.

"Maybe I do need a 'dicking'. Maybe I do."

"Fucking horny bitch. I knew it," Maurice said. He didn't even seem
concerned about her sudden change in demeanour. She could feel his
body tensing under her soft touch.

Kate's voice floated from the bed. "What are you doing, Leigh?"
Leigh sensed the other girl rising from the bed. Leigh ignored Kate
for a moment, turning her full attention to the man bound in front
of her.

She whispered to Maurice. "If I let you down, will you whip me?
Like I just did you?"

"And more, slut. I'll hurt you until you beg for more."

Leigh smiled, and her fingers trailed down his trunk, playing just
about his groin. Slowly, he pumped his hips. Kate stood to the side,
watching, fascinated and silent.

"I'd like that. Maybe you could do both of us? Together? Hurt us?
Give us what we need? What he won't give us?"

"Fucking dykes. Oh yeah. I'll make you both beg."

Leigh took a deep breath, and rubbed her breasts against the rougher
fabric of his shirt. Slowly, she allowed her hand to work under the
waistband of his pants. He pulled in his stomach a little to give
her more room. His penis was rock hard under his clothing. She
cringed, but let her fingers stroke slowly along his shaft.

"Suck it, slut. On your knees, and suck it."

Leigh began to fall to her knees, until Kate's voice rang quietly
from the side.

"Leigh!"

"Fucking cunt. Shut up. There's enough for the both of you."

Kate stared at him, and Leigh hesitated for a moment. She touched
her own breast for a second, teasing the nipple.

"Back down, slut. And maybe, when I'm free, I won't hurt you as
bad."

Leigh smiled.

"You want me?"

"Cunt."

She worked her hand down lower, tickling his balls.

"You want me? Or Kate?"

"I want. To. Choke. You. Both. Break. Your. Fucking. Fingers."

"What are we?"

"Cunts."

"I don't want you to call any girl a 'cunt' ever again. Understand?"
Leigh's voice grew harsher as her fingers continued to play with his
groin.

"Why not? That's what you fucking are. Cunt."

Leigh sighed, and began to close her fingers around his testicles.
He shifted his weight for a moment uncomfortably.

"What the fuck are you doing, you bitch?"

"Or bitch. Or slut. Or pussy. I'm Leigh, and she's Kate.
Understand?"

He shook his head. Her hand hurt, her fingers almost didn't listen
to the commands of her brain. She squeezed as best she could. Pain
flowed across his features.

"Fucking cunt."

"Leigh." She whispered her name, almost like a mantra. She squeezed
harder. He screamed as the pain settled into his being. He fought
desperately against the bonds holding him upright. The thin rope
miraculously held him. She could feel his penis wilting as the pain
reached his core. There was nothing for him but the pain of her
fingers.

"Cunt. Cunt. Cunt. Cunt. Cunt," he screamed.

She squeezed further, crying out as her own fingers protested. She
twisted, and he screamed again.

"Oh, God," he moaned.

"Leigh."

"Cunt," he whispered.

Crying out again, she tried to squeeze again, realised that she only
had one of his testes. She released him, and he sighed in relief,
but then she grabbed again, and twisted hard. For a moment, he
opened his mouth and no sound emerged.

"God. Oh, God. Stop."

"Is this how it feels when you whip a girl's breasts?"

"I don't know. Fuck. You have to stop."

"Leigh."

"Fuck. All right, you cunt. Leigh."

"Again, without the 'cunt'."

He screamed again as her fingers twisted him. Her fingers felt like
they would fall off, would cut open the sack of hidden skin and
release his balls into her palm, but somehow, she managed to
maintain the pressure.

"Leigh. Leigh. Is that what you want. Fuck. Fuck."

"And Kate. We're human beings. We might be naked, and we might be
female. But we're human beings. Not objects. Not cunts."

"Yes. Yes. Kate. I'm sorry."

Leigh pulled her hand out with a sense of relief. She wiped it on
his shirt as he slumped again in his bonds. She thought that he
might have passed out again, but after a moment he moaned.

Leigh stepped away, staring at the man.

Slowly, he raised his head to stare at her. His mouth pulled into a
grimace, partially of pain, partially of sadistic pleasure.

"Fucking cunt," he spat at her. Tears forming in her eyes, Leigh
turned.

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Kate's foot rose almost without her conscious will. Later, she'd
realise that she'd meant to do it, wanted to do it, almost was
forced to do it. She wasn't proud of it, and in fact, later, felt
ashamed of her action. Her foot would ache afterward, throbbing in
pain, and guilt. Nevertheless, her foot rose, and landed squarely
where Leigh's hand had rested cruelly twisting the parts of a man
that should never be twisted.

They shouldn't be kicked either.

For a split second, she saw fear in his eyes; the same fear that
she'd glimpsed in Nicole's eyes as she scrabbled from in front of
the man. For a moment, only a moment, Kate felt blissful
satisfaction. He tried to twist, but the ropes wouldn't let him
remove himself from her path. She knew what that was like, being
restrained, and knowing there was nothing to be done. In the end,
he seemed to relax, almost push his groin towards her approaching
foot.

It felt like her foot was going to explode, from her bare toes, to
her calf, and his silent scream filled the room. She screamed in her
own pain.

When her foot fell back to the floor, she couldn't place her weight
on it; it throbbed and ached like a living thing, though she was
nearly sure that she hadn't broken it. There had been no sickening
crack as her foot has connected with Maurice, only blossoming pain.

Tears welled in her eyes, as she watched him collapse, his head
lolling forward, his eyes rolling back into his skull

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

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The two girls, arms around each other, stumbled back to the small
single bed and collapsed to the floor to the side of it.

Without forethought, they fell into each other's arms, and simply
cried on the floor until they could cry no longer.

But with the tears came peace. Maurice didn't wake for a long, long
time. By then, they were no longer there. Exhausted, the girls fell
into a light sleep, their breathing soft and regular. Eerie silence
permeated the room.


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