index

Message-ID: <43443asstr$1058620204@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: Crimson Dragon <dcrimsonp@nym.alias.net>
Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [124/157] (MF+, bond, control) {Crimson Dragon}
Date: Sat, 19 Jul 2003 09:10:04 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d

-----BEGIN PGP SIGNED MESSAGE-----

====================================================================
Author's Shortened Preface:
====================================================================

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

====================================================================

Dawn of Time - Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

Chapter 124

====================================================================

(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

====================================================================

It was a bad idea -- a terrible idea, in fact -- but as usual, Leigh
stood quietly, unable to do anything to avert the course of events
that shaped her new life. At least he hadn't bound them; all three
of the girls were free -- at least physically -- to stand awkwardly
in what Leigh thought of as the Chamber of Horrors.

In front of her stood the biggest horror in the room, far more scary
than the whips, the clothespins, or even being tied naked in front
of a crowd of high school spectators, some of whom she knew, to a
basketball net, praying that a naked girl would be able to squirm
her way across the hardwood to kiss her feet. Oh yes, the man
standing harmless in front of her scared her more even than the
Timeman himself.

She wanted to turn around, and flee, running as fast as her bare
legs could carry her, out, through the door, down the hallway, and
even further. As far as she could go. Mexico wouldn't be far
enough.

She swallowed. Fleeing was not an option, and she knew that. Oh,
how she knew that. She shifted her weight uneasily to her right
foot.

Beside her, Nicole stood, every bit as naked as she, but perhaps
more frightened, more uneasy, more sick. Nicole actually shook,
holding her thin arms under her breasts, as if hugging herself, her
entire body trembling, unable to tear her eyes away from the man.

Kate, on Leigh's left, had closed her eyes long ago, and whimpered
once. But beyond that, hadn't said a word.

The Timeman stood easily, seemingly out of place in front of them.
Ironically, Leigh only saw concern upon his face. He'd been the one
to put them here, and he was the one orchestrating this new torment,
though in his mind, she doubted if he saw it that way; he wasn't the
one naked and vulnerable standing in front of a monster, either. The
Timeman literally held their lives in his hand -- he could free the
bound man standing in front of them, oh, so easily, allowing him to
kill the girls, slowly and painfully, or he could keep the madman at
bay, maintaining control of the situation. Leigh fervently hoped that
the Timeman would do everything in his considerable power to ensure
that she wouldn't have to feel Maurice's hands on her throat, and
between her legs.

She tried one last time, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Please, sir," and the word slipped between her lips easily this
time. Her control was slipping, even as the deep unease refused to
displace her arousal. "It's not a good idea."

"She needs this, Leigh."

She felt like screaming at him, asking in the very least why she had
to be here. She'd caused those deep scratches down the animal's
face. She'd kicked him, hurting her bare feet in the process. She'd
debased herself, allowing herself to give into her anger. Her and
Kate. The girl become animal, if only for a while. And the man in
the ropes has caused her short transformation; his anger, his
misogyny, his existence. And here they stood again, in front of the
man, frozen still, for now, who hated them. Because she owned
breasts. Because she owned a vagina. Because she was undoubtedly
female. And so was his daughter.

Instead, Leigh looked down, past her breasts to her toes.

"Please, don't," she whispered.

- From beside her, Nicole's small voice wavered, but didn't break.

"I think I need to do this," Nicole nearly whispered. The Timeman
moved back another step from the girls.

Leigh closed her eyes. It was going to be hard. So hard. And there
wasn't a damn thing she could do about it.

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

Leigh had no idea where he'd come up with the capsule held gingerly
between his fingers. It wouldn't have surprised her if the animal
had kept some on hand, somewhere in the house, for those times when
Nicole passed out from his ministrations, but he wasn't yet ready to
stop listening to the girl scream. Leigh shivered, but watched as
the Timeman closed his eyes.

Suddenly, Maurice's chest began to rise and fall, though his eyes
remained tightly shut.

"Ready?" the Timeman asked.

Leigh shook her head, but he wasn't paying attention to her. His
eyes were on Nicole. Out of the corner of her eye, Leigh saw
Nicole's head bob once in silent affirmation.

The capsule broke in an audible snap, and a moment later the acrid
fumes of ammonia tickled Leigh's nostrils. She flared her nose for a
moment, then settled. The Timeman waved the concoction under
Maurice's nose, then stepped back as the man's eyes fluttered open.

"What the fuck?" the bound man muttered as he awakened. As he
remembered where he was, his eyes narrowed. As of yet, he hadn't
seen Nicole who had stepped behind Leigh, almost as if she wanted
some protection from the animal's feral eyes. Unprotected, Leigh and
Kate burned into his line of vision as his eyes swept towards them.

"You fucking fucked up cunts," he said. He pulled at his bound arms,
then relaxed, a smile finding its way to his lips. To him, it was
still a day ago, when Kate and Leigh had thrown everything they had,
and then some, at his resisting form. Deep red scratches remained on
his face to prove their anger. Surely, his balls still ached from
the kick that Leigh had placed between his legs. Her face burned,
both in shame at what she'd done, but also that the man was watching
her, his eyes heavily upon her chest. "I will kill you both, you
know that, right? I'll listen to you scream first, but I will kill
you."

The Timeman edged further away from the confrontation, moving
towards the doorway.

(Don't leave us here. Don't leave us here. Don't leave us here.)

But he didn't leave, electing to lean against he doorjamb like a
sentinel. He watched, but didn't say anything.

"You won't hurt them. You can't. And you know it."

The voice came from Leigh's right, where Nicole gingerly stepped
forward, revealing herself to her father, her hands held at her
sides. Leigh noticed the clench of her small fists, and the shaking
of her calves, but Nicole didn't really hesitate.

As she stepped forward, his eyes widened, and then narrowed.

"You brought them here. You fucking stupid cunt."

"Please don't call me cunt, Daddy."

He reared up as much as the ropes would let him, then nearly spat at
her.

"Cunt. Cunt. Cunt. You fucking stupid cunt. Do you think that you'll
get away with this? And by the way, nice fucking bruises. They make
you look better, you fucking small titted bitch."

Nicole sighed, and Leigh saw her eyes closing, almost as if she
didn't want to look at the man. Leigh couldn't blame her.

"I didn't bring them, Daddy." Then showing insight beyond the
possible, she continued her voice still soft and gentle. "You did.
Somehow."

He shook again, his face twisting.

"I'm going to take your skin off, bitch, and then I'll really start
hurting you. When I get out. And I will. You and your fucking
friends will pay the ultimate price."

Leigh felt her sanity slipping, a giggle rising to her mouth. The
ultimate price. The ultimate price. Step right up, Bob Barker.
Nicole is going to pay the ultimate price. What price would you
guess on a life without pain? What price? The ultimate price, of
course.

She struggled for breath, and noticed the Timeman's gaze shifting to
her face. She straightened, and forced her hands down. The red
scratches. Her fingernails. Anything but the drama unfolding in
front of her in vivid Technicolour. She'd hurt Maurice, and enjoyed
it. Oh, yes. She closed her eyes for a moment, and when she opened
them, the Timeman had taken a single step towards her. But his face
didn't register anger, or intent to punish her, but instead concern.
She inhaled deeply feeling her breasts rise, and Maurice's eyes
shifted to them as her chest rose with her breath. Kate's fingers
touched her arm, and she grounded -- the room swimming back into
focus. She waved at the Timeman, and he almost reluctantly returned
to his post. The ultimate price. Oh yes, Leigh knew about ultimate
prices. So did Nicole.

Kate withdrew, flashing her a puzzled look, but then stood easily to
the left, again watching. Nicole didn't seem to notice the slight
commotion behind her, her eyes riveted on her father.

"Daddy, I didn't deserve this," she said quietly.

For a moment, the man stood scowling, and then he growled.

"Cunts were made for me to whip. That's all you are."

Nicole closed her eyes again, swaying. For a moment, Leigh was sure
that Nicole was going to faint, but when she opened her eyes, they
hadn't lost their sheen.

"I never asked for it to be this way," she said.

Leigh looked up with pure surprise as Maurice spoke. His voice had
dropped, and had taken on a semblance of serenity.

"Nicole?"

Nicole looked up sharply, too, distrust echoing across her face. But
she held his eyes.

"Untie me. Please? It hurts."

Leigh swallowed, paralysed. The Timeman watched warily from the
doorway, but made no move to interject.

"Baby? I didn't mean to hurt you all those times. I'm sorry. Please
untie me, now, and we can talk about all this."

Nicole shook, her face a mask of indecision, her eyes leaking tears
down her cheeks.

"Why, Daddy? Why?"

"The ropes, Nicole. You know how much they can hurt. These animals
left me here for hours. Please. We can talk, father - daughter, if
you'll just let me go."

In horror, Leigh watched as Nicole stepped forward. Kate began to
step towards the girl, but held back as the Timeman motioned her
from the doorway. Leigh couldn't get her legs to move, even if
Maurice himself had been free and stood in front of her with a meat
cleaver. Her eyes followed Nicole, who walked almost in a dream
towards her father.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," she whispered.

Leigh felt the gorge rise in her belly, but it never made it to her
throat. She forced her eyes away.

"That's it, baby girl, just a few more steps. Then everything will
be all right."

His eyes held maniacal glee -- the gaze of a super villain,
believing that he was about to finally kill Batman, or James Bond.
His body fairly shook as Nicole approached. His eyes riveted to
first Nicole's breasts, then Leigh's, then Kate's, then back to
Nicole's.

Leigh moaned, the sound cutting through the quiet of the bedroom

"Everything will be all right," he crooned.

Nicole approached, and reached up, almost like a sleepwalker, rising
up on her toes. Her breasts brushed his face, and to Leigh it seemed
like Maurice fought a huge internal battle to restrain himself from
licking at the bare flesh, taking Nicole's nipple in between his
teeth and tearing it from her body. She touched the ropes wrapped
around his wrist, almost caressing the bonds there. Leigh wasn't
sure, but she thought that she heard Nicole moan.

Despite her injuries, she moved like a cat. One moment, she was
nearly rubbing up against him in a parody of desire, the next, her
fingernails raked across his face, welts of blood rising up. It took
a moment for the pain to hit him, but when it did, he howled.

Nicole closed her eyes, swaying. Drops of red dripped from her
fingernails.

"You fucking cunt. You fucking cunt. You fucking bitch, cunt,
whore."

Without opening her eyes, Nicole spoke, her words cutting through
his flurry of curses.

"No, Daddy, nothing will ever be all right. Soon enough, you'll have
me again -- I'll have to do whatever it is you want me to. Cry. Beg.
Suck your cock. Suffer. But not now. You won't do this to me. I'm
not your cunt. I'm not your bitch. I'm not your fucking whore."

Tears dripped steadily down her cheeks, but the shakes had left her
body. Kate began to move forward towards Nicole, ignoring the
Timeman's gestures. Leigh felt her own legs moving, without her
conscious direction.

"This is for everything you've ever done, to me, to Kate, to Leigh,
to mother, to every sick fuck that you ever had here."

Her foot rose in a perfect arc, rising from the floor, her instep
rising, rising. He tried to twist, but the ropes held him. Nicole
cried out, in triumph, in pain, in abandon, in freedom, as her toes
unerringly found his testicles, crushing the soft flesh there. In
other circumstances, Leigh might have found his expression funny,
caught between utterances of bitch and cunt, mouth open like a fish
out of water. His scream didn't even register on her ears.

Somehow, Leigh was behind Nicole as she lowered her foot back to the
floor. She was shaking again, her eyes still closed.

"I didn't want it to be this way, Daddy," she whispered.

It took both Kate and Leigh to catch Nicole as her legs collapsed,
her body limp between them, as they lowered her gently to the floor.

Leigh envied Nicole her unconsciousness, as Maurice found his voice.
What emerged wasn't derogatory terms for females, but rather a
wordless scream of defeat and crushing pain.

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

An hour later, Leigh remained seated beside Nicole. She dabbed at
the girl's forehead with a damp cloth. Kate sat quietly, brooding,
in the chair beside the desk. Leigh had no idea where the Timeman
was -- he had not returned since leaving Leigh and Kate to care for
the unconscious girl in the master bedroom.

"She needed that, Leigh," Kate said wearily.

Leigh nodded, still cringing at the memory of the sights that she
should never have witnessed. Kate continued.

"He beat her. Abused her. Will continue to abuse her when we're safe
in our living rooms. She needed to confront that, even if it was
only in this fantasy that forms our reality at the moment. He gave
her that. The Timeman."

Leigh nodded, not able to stop the tears. Nicole hadn't wakened from
her faint yet, though she was showing signs of movement again. Her
fingers grasped at the air almost spastically, then relaxed. Leigh
dabbed at her head again. She glanced down Nicole's body, cringing
at the damage there -- probably a broken rib, maybe two, courtesy of
her own father's shoes, a colourful bruise decorated her face, and a
small round bruise deep into the flesh of her right breast.

"Maurice deserved it. May he rot in hell."

"Do you think he killed the bastard?" Leigh asked. She wasn't sure
that she wanted to know the answer to that.

Kate simply shook her head. "I don't think he wants to kill anyone.
He plays with us, but as far as I know he's never shot anyone -- and
he's been tempted to."

"I know," Leigh whispered.

Nicole murmured something incoherent, then her voice rose in almost
a shriek. "No, Daddy. Please, no."

Leigh pulled Nicole up, and held her, surprised at the force of
Nicole's trembling.

"She needed it," Kate said simply.

Leigh nodded slowly. She supposed that she understood.

Suddenly, she became aware that Nicole's body wasn't quite as limp
as it had been, and a bare arm had snaked up to grasp almost
desperately at her shoulder.

"Shhhh, it's over," Leigh said. "You did good. Somehow, you beat
him. It's over. It's over."

After a moment, she felt Nicole sobbing into her shoulder, the
wetness of her tears kissing her bare skin.

"It'll never be over for me," Nicole whispered. Then after a moment,
she pushed back, her face still bruised and covered with tears. She
glanced around, perhaps assuring herself that Maurice wasn't a
danger to her any more. She sniffled, and incredibly, she found a
smile.

"I needed that," Nicole said quietly.

Leigh wasn't fully certain of what Nicole had needed -- the release
of confronting her father, or the contact of Leigh's skin, the hug
comforting and close, and for once, not sexually charged -- but even
the set of her body screamed that something important had occurred
for the naked girl. Sparks of life had returned to her eyes, even as
tears still fell.

Leigh found a smile, too, and held out her arms. Nicole fell into
them, while Kate watched with a smile from her chair. She mouthed,
"See ..." and Leigh cradled Nicole for a long, long time.

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

"He's gone," the Timeman said simply.

Leigh wasn't quite sure what that meant, but she felt better,
knowing that she wouldn't have to face Maurice again. At least, she
hoped that would be the ultimate result of all this.

Nicole shifted in Leigh's lap, wiping at her eyes. She gazed at the
Timeman, and sniffled.

"Thank-you," she whispered.

The Timeman smiled, and slowly shut the door, leaving the three
girls to recover at their own pace. Leigh had no idea where he would
go, or what Andrea and Monique would be subjected to in their
absence, but she tried to concentrate on comforting the girl in her
lap.

After a time, Kate rose, and relieved Leigh. Nicole switched laps
willingly enough, and Leigh watched them for a long time, Kate
stroking at Nicole's hair.

Finally, the tears stopped, and Nicole sat up. She wiped at her
eyes, and glanced at Kate and then Leigh.

"For everything. Thank-you, too."

Leigh almost laughed, but managed to keep it inside. Instead, she
nodded gravely. For some reason, she felt like it should be
reversed, her thanking Nicole -- perhaps for showing her the real
meaning of courage.

A smile spread across Nicole's lips, and she pushed herself to her
feet.

"I feel a lot better," she announced. Kate uncoiled her legs with a
groan, then stood beside Nicole. "I guess we should join the others
now. Start whatever it is that's supposed to happen today."

Leigh felt it, too. Their confrontation with Maurice was only the
appetiser. It was going to be a long day.

Nicole held out her hands, and without thought, Leigh grasped her
right, and Kate her left. Together, they walked out of the room, and
down the hallway. Soft voices rose up from below, mostly feminine,
but the occasional undertone from the Timeman. At least it wasn't
girls screaming.

Nicole glanced back at her bedroom once, and shivered, but she
continued to walk without breaking her stride.

Somewhere inside that Chamber of Horrors stood a man, his hand
lowering his zipper in anticipation of a soft mouth. Except Nicole
wasn't in there any longer, her hands handcuffed, and her knees
aching. Not yet, anyway.

They descended to the living room.

It had been a bad idea -- a terrible idea -- but it somehow had
turned out. Leigh felt as if a crushing weight had been lifted from
her heart -- a terror faced, a great wrong righted.

She felt like singing as her bare feet danced down the stairs
towards another unknown. But she'd survive. Of that she was sure.


-----BEGIN PGP SIGNATURE-----
Version: 2.6.3ia
Charset: noconv

iQEVAwUBPw8CK0xM3srBk85hAQGIkAf8DoR7rDY6VNgSBMNSh6sw6gLqJC+KpV5S
EGBmAEh9+bxMgrpOl8WEohMG3qFa7JE8vDbpjdiPU7hm16TL9MlRL/vdp5AAx1v8
2p/rjwWq1duD77U3KVbO/78nRWFPIejOZucU3khgTq+y+mJdZkkJHrIc3IO9WGmz
dsi7obV2hQjpDI+a4YpjwDHWnVaM3QXFioBuybRr3AkiFOiBojfpaKpeQI+7kYbb
Sit9S7qhb2Jwx00Lbs9Xou8QCmI8NDPKYqYKHtEB39r3J/XXhbw0YLkj8xIuLqpn
t4+R968G1oZOSrn9TXp00muG6V3/aXunRNMEmYqM/NUmMyZCXiBkCQ==
=n8sj
-----END PGP SIGNATURE-----

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> |
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html>  Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}|
|Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org>      |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+