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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [106/157] (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 106

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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"You didn't kill him, did you?"

Leigh shook her head, disoriented. Soft arms held her, and her legs
seemed to be entangled with someone else. Slowly, it came flooding
back to her, and tears flooded into her eyes. Kate stirred beside
her, and both girls looked up at their captor with bleary eyes.

"Who?" Though she knew perfectly well who.

"Maurice seems rather -- incommunicative."

Leigh sighed, and pushed herself into a sitting position. Kate's
arms reluctantly released her.

"I don't think we killed him. He was breathing when we collapsed
here." She didn't add the remainder. She didn't particularly care if
they had killed him.

The Timeman wandered over to the bound man, touching his bleeding
wrists.

"Seems like he got what he deserved," he remarked, wiping the blood
onto the man's shirt.

Leigh buried her face in her hands. Kate walked around, limping
slightly, to where Leigh sat.

"It's all right, Leigh. It's over."

The Timeman approached, and touched Kate's shoulder gently.

"Kate. Go wait in the kitchen. Okay?"

The redhead looked up, and seemed to consider a protest. Instead,
she straightened, adjusting her shoulders, unconcerned about the
effect it had on her bared breasts.

"Will you be all right, Leigh?"

The brunette nodded slowly without releasing her face from her
hands. Kate sighed, and padded towards the door. At the jamb, she
turned back to the Timeman.

"Don't hurt her? She's been through a lot."

"I know."

Kate nodded, and Leigh listened to the girl's footsteps as they
descended the stairs and then silence.

"You won't do that to us, will you?"

"What?"

"He tortured her. For fun. Not because she did anything."

"I know."

"I can understand rules, and punishment. I can even understand the
subtlety of control. I don't like it, but my body does. That I can
understand, even if it's not what I'm used to. He whipped her
because he wanted to. He nearly killed her."

"I'll stop him. On the main timeline."

"How?"

"One phone call to the right people. Easy. Won't save her today, but
soon."

Leigh nodded slowly. "We're nothing but animals to him. You take
away our freedom. You take our clothes, make us wear handcuffs."

"Yes."

"But you respect us. Somehow, you respect us for what we are."

"Not born slaves?"

"Not born slaves. Female human beings. To him, we're what's between
our fucking legs."

"I know. There's a lot of men like that."

She turned towards him, her eyes shiny with unshed tears.

"You won't ever start calling us 'cunts', will you?"

He inhaled briefly and the sighed. "I don't even let you swear, if I
can help it. I doubt if I'll start calling you derogatory names. Not
necessary. Not for control. That crude fantasy is for people like
Mister Stephens over there."

Leigh glanced over at the man, her face grimacing. She flexed her
right hand, wincing at the pain. He seemed to understand, and rubbed
at her hand. She didn't pull her hand back.

"I made him apologise. He didn't mean it, but I made him say it."

"Good girl."

Quickly, he climbed to his feet and extended a hand. Leigh pulled
herself up and walked with him to the door. The man remained slumped
in his bonds, blissfully ignorant of how much he would ache when he
woke. Leigh was far too aware of her own discomfort. Her bare feet
whispered across the floor. The Timeman held the door open for her,
and she stepped out into the hallway.

"Why aren't you like him?" Leigh asked as they walked past the empty
bathroom.

He looked at her for a moment.

"Because I don't want to be," he said.

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

He sat in the chair that he'd formerly tied Kate into. The girls,
Leigh and Kate, moved around the kitchen, opening cupboards, and
locating various implements.

"You realise that I'm not much of a cook," Kate said.

He shrugged. "I can always punish you both if it turns out badly."

Kate paled, but smiled as he laughed gently.

He tuned out the clink of cutlery, and the banging of pots and pans.
He let his mind wander. He stiffened as he realised that the suite
still was unavailable to him. He pushed his senses towards the
former base of operations, seeing Mark's slow timeframe, but still
unable to see the newlywed wife. She should be there. He pushed
again. A glimmer of life emerged for but a second. He thought it
might be two people for a moment, but then the walls closed again,
and he reeled back.

He was about to extract, and determine if Kate and Leigh needed
anything before he set out, when Mark's slow timeframe shimmered and
stuttered. Closing his eyes, he concentrated. No doubt about it. The
man's time bubble had shifted from his control. He pushed back,
struggling with an interfering force. He could overwhelm the force,
if he tried hard enough, but it was an effort at this distance. The
time bubble slipped in sync for a moment with the secondary
timeline. His body felt drained, tired with the effort.

"Shit," he muttered. He felt a presence, an overriding influence.
With a soft cry, he pushed again. Mark slipped back for a moment,
then skipped back into sync.

He could feel the other presence weakening, almost crying out in
pain and frustration. Mark remained unfrozen for a few seconds, and
then, almost without any real effort, the Timeman forced Mark back
into the slower time frame. The interference pushed one last time,
and then collapsed. Whoever she was, she wasn't as strong as he.

With a start, he realised that the interference, the other, had a
distinctly feminine sense. He couldn't explain it, but somehow, he
knew. It was a girl. The knowledge made him feel a little better.

When he opened his eyes, perspiration dotted his brow, the girls
stood quietly watching him.

"What's wrong?" Kate asked worriedly.

"Is it Maurice?"

He laughed, though he didn't think it was funny. Not in the
slightest. "It wasn't Maurice."

Kate nodded, and but didn't turn back to her task. Leigh did.

"Sir?"

He turned towards her, his voice clipped and tense.

"What is it?"

"Is everything all right? Are we in any danger?"

He shook his head. No danger. None. Of that, he was sure. He didn't
understand, and that frightened him, and he had a sense of impending
collapse of the timeline, but it was only a dim sense. He shook his
head again.

"So we should make dinner. We'll be here that long?"

He laughed. "We'll be a long while, yet. Not to worry."

Kate looked a little crestfallen, but then she looked up. Her face
had regained the beauty of simple freedom of decision. Her red hair
framed her features like a halo.

"Um," she said, her face screwing up with a little worry. "Can I
ask something without you freaking out?"

"Freaking out?"

"We don't ask for much."

"Yes, you do, but what is it?"

Kate hesitated for a moment, but then continued. "Aprons."

"Aprons?"

"Leigh and I are kind of naked here, and if we're going to be
cooking, it might be nice not to have hot stuff spatter on us. These
are kind of sensitive," Kate said as she pointed unselfconsciously
at her rising nipples.

He laughed. "All part of being a slave girl."

Leigh turned at that, with a worried look on her face. He smiled at
her, and she relaxed, turning back to hunting for pasta somewhere.

Kate nodded, though she was obviously disappointed. "I guess we'll
just be careful."

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

The girls stood quietly in front of him. Kate held a pair of tongs
in her right hand, Leigh held a Teflon coated pan.

"How long until dinner will be ready?" he asked the girls.

"Half an hour?"

"I need longer than that."

"I'm hungry," Kate said quietly. As if to prove her words, her belly
rumbled. Leigh echoed the sentiment.

He shook his head, resigning them to wait.

"I have to go out for a couple of hours."

"Where?"

"Somewhere with Monique." Kate lifted her eyebrows, but didn't say
anything further. "I'm going to leave the two of you relatively
free. Make sure that Nicole is all right, and make sure that you get
dinner ready in a couple of hours. Understand?"

The girls nodded together.

He motioned them forward, and each held out her wrists without
comment. He slipped the handcuffs on them, but not tightly. Leigh
twisted her wrists in the bonds for a moment, then sighed.

"Making dinner like this will be a challenge."

"You're bright girls. You'll manage."

"I suppose we will."

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

He stood in front of Monique, who slowly folded over a page in her
book and lowered it beside her.

"Can I help you?" she asked quietly. Nicole remained on the floor
reading, and Andrea watched from the sofa opposite. The music had
changed to some Elton John.

Without answering her, he reached down, and grasped her right ankle.
She extended her leg, shivering as he released her ankle. He touched
her shoulder, and she rose to her bare feet eyeing him suspiciously.

"Where are we going?"

"Outside."

She stepped backward, one step. "Has it finally come to this?"

He turned to face her. As he turned, he noticed Andrea watching with
some interest. Even Nicole had forgotten about her book.

"Come to what?"

"You release me, separate me from the rest of them, maybe tie me to
a tree. Rape me." She said it calmly, though her body trembled as
she stood naked in front of him.

He nearly laughed, but Andrea beat him to it.

"Don't be silly, Monique. If he wanted to rape you, he'd already have
done it." The blonde girl eyed him meaningfully. "Or he'd have let
me finish blowing him in the shower." It was as if the college
student was prodding him, reminding him that Monique wasn't the girl
to be pressing for sex. Andrea had made it clear, earlier, that she
would be willing and able, if it came to that. Of course, he could
force any of them, but it wouldn't come to that, would it?

Monique's eyes widened a little, but she didn't relent.

"Are you going to rape me? I just want to know what to prepare
myself for."

He did laugh. "Turn around."

She looked at him for a minute, then slowly turned her back. At his
request, she simply held her wrists for him to cuff behind her back.

"I don't want to be raped," she whispered.

"He won't rape you," Andrea said quietly. She shut up when he cast
her a warning glance.

"We're just going for a walk. That's all."

Monique eyed him suspiciously, but then began to walk from the room.
She looked like a prisoner, approaching the firing squad wall.


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