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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [098/157] (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 98

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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Kate's eyes widened as the girl, almost imperceptibly, came alive.
Her eyes remained closed, her body trembling, her bared breasts
rising and falling rapidly in fear and trepidation. Kate tried to
will her hand forward to touch the girl, to make sure that she was
real, that she was truly reanimated and alive. But her hands
remained clasped in her lap trembling. Kate's tongue also refused to
obey simple commands from her brain.

It took the girl a few moments before the unusual silence, and
perhaps the lack of a penis pressing inexorably between her lips,
caused her to flutter her eyelids open. For a moment the girl stared
at Kate, disorientation, fear, and surprise crossing her features.
The silent tears that had previously graced her cheeks with her
situation continued unabated, and unbrushed.

As the girl snapped her mouth closed, and then reopened it, Kate
managed to whisper: "Please, no." Kate automatically raised her
hands to cover her ears, as the girl screamed, her voice melting
into the strangely echoless room.

Terrified, the girl looked up at the man towering above her, then
back at Kate. When her eyes flipped over the Timeman, still
reclining on her bed, she screamed again, though the second scream
lacked the strength of the first.

With another fearful glance at the man above her, and a quick look
of puzzlement, the girl scrambled as best she could back towards the
mountain of pillows behind her. Her bound wrists impeded her, but
she kicked out with her bare feet, and crabbed backwards until she
lay panting amongst the pillows, watching Kate warily.

Kate glanced back at the Timeman, who merely shrugged his shoulders
as if to say: "Freeing her wasn't my idea ..."

Kate turned back towards the frightened girl. The girl lay on her
back, her hands trapped underneath her, her breasts poking through
the ruins of her blouse. She'd closed her eyes, and moaned quietly.

"Please no. Please don't hurt me."

Kate rose up on her knees, wishing that she had been at least
allowed clothing for this. With a sigh, she shuffled towards the
girl slowly, her hands held outward, palms up.

"Nobody is going to hurt you," she said as gently as she could,
carefully keeping her body as non-threatening as she could. She
wasn't entirely sure of the truth of the statement, but she was sure
that she wasn't going to hurt the girl at least.

As Kate approached, the girl glanced to her right. Her movement
reminded Kate of a frightened rabbit. The girl tried to turn over,
her toes scrabbling at the floor. A pillow slid across the hardwood,
touching Kate's bare knee as it passed her. The girl cried out,
pulling desperately at her bound hands, trying to reach forward. Her
abdomen clenched, almost as if the girl was in agony, and then she
collapsed backward into the pillows again, her breathing ragged. Her
blouse slipped down her shoulder, revealing more of her bare skin.
Kate grimaced as an ugly purple bruise appeared under the girl's
clothing, about where her lowest rib should have been.

"Please. I'm not going to hurt you," Kate whispered. She stopped
moving, holding out her hands. Her arms ached, but she didn't lower
them. The girl stared at her, glassy eyed and afraid.

"He brought you here," the girl said.

For a moment, Kate thought she meant the Timeman. Confusion crossed
her mind until she realised that the girl wasn't looking towards her
bed, but rather to the imposing figure that still pulled obscenely
at his zipper.

"He brought you here to punish me," the girl whispered.

"Who did?" Kate said quietly.

"Him. He brings people here to hurt me."

Kate drew in her breath. The girl looked a little older than her,
though she was more gaunt and ragged looking.

"I'm Kate," Kate said quietly, not understanding the other girl.

The girl looked up at her, resignation apparent across her lips.

"Please, I can't take any more. Please don't hurt me. I'll beg, if
that's what you want."

"I don't want you to beg," Kate whispered. "I just want to know your
name. That's all. I'm not going to hurt you. Look, I'm as naked as
you are." She hoped that her own nudity would comfort the girl.
Instead, the girl cowered back.

"Of course, you are. He likes the girls he gets to be naked when
they twist my nipples," the girl said bitterly. Her breathing had
increased again.

Kate settled back on her bare heels. "I'm not going to hurt you."
She paused and lowered her voice a little. "What's your name?
Please?"

The girl looked up. Something about Kate's voice had finally reached
her. Perhaps it was her demeanour, perhaps the use of the word,
"Please".

The girl swallowed. "He's going to hurt you, if I don't cooperate,
isn't he?"

Kate looked puzzled for a moment, her mind returning to the Timeman
who still watched this exchange from the bed.

"He might," Kate said gently. "That's okay. I won't let him hurt
you. What's your name?"

The girl glanced right again, towards the doorway. "You can call me
whatever you like," she whispered. "Others call me Slave, Tits, and
Cunt. Take your pick. Whatever he told you to call me."

Kate flushed, but managed to keep the gentleness in her voice. "I'm
not here to abuse you. Please, I need you to believe me. He's not
going to hurt you either." Kate waved upwards towards the frozen
man. The girl's eyes followed the movement, her eyes widening a
little. It hadn't occurred to her that her former tormentor had been
silent and motionless the entire time.

The girl turned her gaze back towards Kate. Kate moved a little
forward again. The girl cringed, and tried to muffle another moan.

"Please?" Kate said again. "I'm not going to call you Cunt. I
can't."

The girl looked up, trying to shift her weight again from her bound
hands.

"Nicole," she whispered.

Kate let her breath out, and lowered her eyes.

"Will you let me come closer, Nicole? I won't hurt you."

Nicole shook her head. Her hair trembled in lanky strands. Her eyes
rose to take in the man with his hand on his zipper.

"He'll kill me," Nicole whispered. "And you can't stop him."

Kate turned towards the Timeman, begging him to help with her eyes.
He began to rise from the bed. When she turned back towards Nicole,
the girl had shrunk back into the pillows, her eyes glued on the
male figure on her bed.

"Please no. Please. Please. Please."

"He's not going to hurt you."

"All men hurt me," Nicole whispered. Her breathing seemed desperate,
and dangerous. Kate inched a few centimetres closer. "Please, don't
let him hurt me."

"I won't. He won't hurt you," Kate repeated.

Nicole pushed with her trapped arms, almost sitting up. Her face
screwed up, almost in a parody of agony, her hands reaching around,
trying to touch her injured ribs. A few drops of crimson blood
dripped from her fingertips. Nicole screamed, her voice piercing
into Kate's ears. Before Kate could move forward to help her,
Nicole's eyes rolled up and the girl collapsed backwards with a soft
grunt.

The Timeman paused, and Kate held her breath. Nicole's breathing
returned almost to normal, the rise and fall of her bare breasts
nearly peaceful.

Slowly, Kate climbed to her bare feet and stepped towards Nicole,
kneeling beside the girl. Her eyes were closed, and her breath came
at regular intervals as if she were sleeping and dreaming happy
dreams. Kate touched Nicole's bare shoulder, but the girl didn't
react. Gently, she pushed the tattered blouse aside, her fingers
touching the rapidly developing bruise near Nicole's right ribs.
Something didn't feel quite right in there, and Kate suspected that
the girl had suffered a break, or perhaps a fracture, of her ribs.

Kate straightened. The Timeman stood beside the girl's tormentor
almost if he were trying to kill the man with his gaze of anger.
When he turned back toward Kate, who remained kneeling beside the
fallen girl, he slowly shook his head.

"I told you it wasn't a great idea to wake her."

"She's passed out."

"From fright. Maybe pain."

Kate nodded. "But she's free. Even if it's only for a little while.
You won't hurt you, will you?"

For a moment, she was afraid that her own captor would smile evilly,
saying that women were meant to be subjugated. Instead, he sighed,
and moved towards the girls.

He shook his head. "I'll take care of her. And no, I think she's had
enough hurt in her life."

"Thank you," Kate whispered.

He bent, and slipped his arms under Nicole, one arm beneath her
shoulders, the other beneath her knees. He lifted her, almost like
one might a rag doll. Her limbs lay limply as he carried her towards
the door.

Kate jumped to her feet, and with only one hateful glance at the
Nicole's tormentor, she ran to the door to open it, and hold it for
the Timeman. He passed through it silently, and out into the
hallway.


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