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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [128/157] (MF+, bond, control) {Crimson Dragon}
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In the interests of reducing bandwidth the full preface is now 
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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 128

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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It was the final straw of humiliation. She watched silently as he
placed the leash easily around the top rung of the bench, knotting
it. It would have been so simple to untie that knot and run, if her
hands weren't numb and the fingers difficult to move. Oh, and if her
arms weren't folded behind her back, thrusting her naked breasts
outward like a stripper parody. The leash reminded her of a dog
leash, nothing but a pretty animal, secured by a tether, unable to
free herself. If he wanted, she would be forced to stand here, naked
and in pain for eternity.

Tears found her eyes, and two leaked past her lids to slide slowly
down her cheeks. She couldn't even brush them away, but she managed
to blink past the remainder, keeping her eyesight for the next phase
of whatever the Timeman had planned for them.

She felt Leigh behind her, touch her bound arms with her breasts, an
approximation of an armless embrace. Nothing more.

Leigh's voice whispered in her ear, soft and gentle.

"Hold on, Kate. Hold on."

Kate suddenly wanted to kiss Leigh, on the lips, her body crying out
to find comfort in the other girl. Instinctively, she knew somehow
that Leigh wouldn't object to such things, but here and now probably
wasn't the right time or place.

"I'll make it. Somehow," Kate whispered back. Leigh didn't move
back, the comforting pressure of her breasts pressing into the ropes
that held Kate. And it was enough.

They were imprisoned in front of the movie theatre. Kate couldn't
tell if it was a Famous Players or a Cinemax, but whatever the case,
it was playing a mixture of shows ranging from the latest romance,
to the "Attack of the Clones." She'd hadn't seen any of the
pictures, but she doubted if she was here to see any show. At least
not any movies that the theatre normally would show. Behind the
girls, the expanse of a Chapters, or an Indigo book store spread
out, the shoppers frozen and staring as they picked through the
myriad of book laid out along the concourse in bins that proclaimed
"Special Sale." To Kate's right, down the length of the corridor,
rose a frozen escalator, whose treads had pressed cruelly into her
bare feet as the girls had carefully picked their way down it. The
escalator had gone up, in a former life, the few passengers on the
now-still staircase faced in the opposite direction to the
descending girls.

The mall seemed a little more populated here than where they'd
entered. Kate glanced around -- noon shoppers, mostly women,
wandered with bored expressions. She would be willing to bet that
the women would be a mite more interested in their surroundings if
they could see the small knot of naked girls standing uneasily in
front of the movie house. A small noise caught her attention, and
she swivelled her eyes to the entrance of the movie theatre.

The entrance of the movie theatre was composed of a raised platform,
ringed by a safety railing of painted wrought iron. Stairs rose to
each side of the platform, as if they were leading to a stage. The
entranceway stood perhaps six or six and a half feet above the mall
corridor in which Kate now stood. If her arms were free and she
reached up, she could probably reach the base of the railing, but
not the top. Surrounding the entrance were perhaps ten posters
advertising coming features, and current shows. The theatre
apparently sported double, or triple, Dolby Digital Surround Sound
- -- not that Kate was likely to ever enjoy it, at least not in this
world. Though she knew it was impossible, she thought she smelled
the ever present aroma of popcorn, and it made her stomach growl.

The noise came from within the theatre. Kate presumed that the
Timeman had disappeared up the stairs and into the entranceway,
though she'd been distracted with other things, like tears and
Leigh's warmth behind her when the Timeman had performed his
Copperfield impersonation. Kate didn't miss him.

Again, Kate felt the unmistakable brush of someone's eyes across her
body, and the fine hairs at the base of her neck rippled. But then
the sensation was gone, and the noise from the entranceway of the
theatre became more distinct and identifiable.

Kate lowered her eyes to inspect the knot holding the leash to the
bench. Perhaps with her teeth. But she knew that was impossible,
even if she had the dexterity in her mouth to release the knot. She
wouldn't even try, and that, most of all, caused her heart to skip a
beat.

The noise rising from the theatre continued.

It was the unmistakable cry for help. A female voice, almost
hysterical.

Somehow, Kate wasn't surprised.

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The girls looked to be nineteen or twenty, and each was attractive
with a girl-next-door appearance. None had the unmistakable girlish
beauty of Karen, or even the inner beauty of the girls bound behind
Kate. They were college girls, all with the vitality and vanity of
youth. Each sported relatively short cropped hair, though the
blonde girl had moderately long locks flowing across her shoulders.

But the girls weren't vain now, as they emerged blinking from the
movie theatre. Their hands rose above their shoulders, each wearing
a remarkably similar visage of terror. Kate didn't even have to look
to know who would be trailing behind them by about four paces, a
handgun lowered at their trembling backs.

It seemed as though their terror increased as the line of naked and
bound girls pushed into view. Kate fervently wished that she weren't
standing there -- not only because of the embarrassment inherent in
her position, but that she was partially the cause of the girls'
discomfort and fright. One girl, a brunette, her hair tucked up with
silver clips, pointed and screamed incoherently as Kate's bound
nudity slipped into view, and as if she had seen her future. Kate
supposed that she very well might have. The brunette girl began to
back up, but stopped short and paled as the gun found the small of
her back. The Timeman whispered something into her ear. She began
to walk again, though her legs seemed more shaky than they had been.

He pushed the girls down the stairs and into the corridor, then
lined them up, as though facing a firing squad against the platform.
The railing above them glimmered like the world's least effective
jail cell.

Kate ran her eyes over the trembling quartet of girls, wondering
where he'd procured them. They might have been serving popcorn, or
might have been patrons sitting quietly watching "Attack of the
Clones" or some other spring picture, only to be confronted with a
gun as the clones finally attacked.

They stood at about Kate's height, all of them tall and slim --
typical fare for Kate's captor, she thought morosely. From left to
right, there were three brunettes and the blonde who wore her hair a
little longer. All of the girls stared openly at Kate, and at the
girls behind. The Timeman stood between the groups of girls, never
wavering with the gun as it settled on each of the newcomers in
turn.

"Please," said the blonde. "What do you want?"

Another girl, in the middle, the one with the silver clips in her
hair, ventured, her voice cracking, "Please, my father is rich,
he'll pay you anything you want. Please, just let us go."

Quietly, he spoke. "Names."

The blonde shivered, and shook her head. The girl to her left spoke
up quickly, her eyes now drawn to the gun.

"Pamela."

"Wade."

"Danielle."

The brunette girls all shivered as they spoke their names in
wavering voices. The blonde seemed to find some courage, and stared
more defiantly out at her captor.

"Why the fuck should I tell you anything?"

Kate could have given her a million reasons, the least of which
involved arms folded behind her back until they felt like sodden
pieces of useless wood. She thought she caught a gleam flashing from
the Timeman's eyes. It screamed: "Challenge!" and Kate inwardly
cringed. It would feel good to challenge the man with the gun --
Kate knew the sensations well -- but it would be short lived.
Fleeting pleasure, that of a hiker finally reaching the edge of the
cliff, seeing the vista, but before falling towards the river far,
far below.

The gun travelled towards the blonde, and she paled, but didn't back
down.

"Shoot me, then, Fuckhead. I don't care," she said, her voice not
rising above a whisper. Kate could see it in her eyes. She did care.
Very much. And much as she hoped not, the Timeman would see it too.
Oh yes, the blonde cared.

The Timeman moved forward, towards the blonde, whistling tonelessly.
Before he reached her, Kate spoke up. As she spoke, the Timeman
stopped his forward motion, but didn't turn from the girls under the
theatre entrance.

"It's only your name, so far. Trust me, he won't hurt you. He'll
hurt Pamela, and Danielle, and ..." Kate struggled to remember the
other girl's name, then it came to her. "Wade. Wade. He'll hurt
your friends. He'll hurt them until they scream. Never you. Trust
me. I have no doubt that you'd let him whip you unconscious. But can
you take Wade screaming your name while he hurts her? Tell him your
name. He'll get it from you one way or the other. Make one up if you
have to."

The blonde girl looked back at Kate, almost with an air of contempt.
She nearly spat at her.

"Who the fuck are you? His fucking accomplice?"

Kate shivered. "You don't want to ..." but her voice trailed off as
the Timeman fell into motion again, but not as Kate expected. She
was going to finish with "swear around him," but he didn't let Kate
finish her warning. Without heeding Kate's words, his hand snaked
out and slapped across the blonde's cheek. Her head snapped to the
side, and she screamed, both in pain and in surprise. When she
turned, the gun touched her nose. The fight left her, but her eyes
still blazed defiantly, her fists clenched tightly at her side.

"Fuck you," she spat. A fine mist left her lips, but didn't strike
the Timeman. "Hitting me isn't going to get you anywhere."

The Timeman grinned, and still holding the gun steadily at her face,
he whispered.

"Don't test me. I will shoot you, because I can. Don't you see
what's going on here, little girl?"

The blonde shook her head. Her entire body shook, probably in anger,
but perhaps in fright, too.

"So, shoot me. I won't be your fucking slave girl."

He sighed. "I didn't hit you to make you do what I ask."

The girl looked at him puzzled. A red mark was rising on her left
cheek.

Without warning, his hand shot out again, but this time, he aimed at
Pamela, the girl beside the blonde. Pamela didn't react nearly fast
enough, but she managed to stay on her feet. Her head rocked to the
side, and a thin scream of pain rose from her lips. Tears sprang to
her eyes.

"I wanted you to know how much pain you were causing Pamela, here.
She gave me her name, wasn't that easy?"

"You fucking bastard."

He reached out, and hit Pamela again. The brunette screamed and
cowered away, sobbing now.

"Kate told you not to swear."

The blonde looked like she was about to call him worse names, then
she glanced at Pamela. Kate watched as the tension visibly left her.

"Don't hit her again. Hit me, if you have to hit anyone."

Kate took a breath. "That won't work. Not today. Please, just tell
him your name. He'll keep hitting her until you beg to tell him.
Trust me. Please?"

The girl turned to Kate, her eyes smouldering again, even with the
barrel of the gun aimed between her eyes. Wade had reached Pamela
and held the sobbing girl in her arms. Wade echoed Kate's words.
"Please, just tell him. Or I will," the brunette begged.

"Listen, bitch. First it's my name, then it's take off your clothes.
Then I'm not any better off than you."

The 'bitch' comment stung a little, but Kate held the blonde's eyes.
the blonde was deceiving herself, and Kate could understand that.
The blonde actually was no better than Kate was. She just wasn't
naked and tied up ... yet. The blonde was frightened, and she had
every right to be. Kate was frightened, and at the moment, she
didn't even have a gun levelled at her head. God, her arms ached,
and she felt like snapping. But snapping wouldn't help here.

"He'll start really hurting Pamela. Then Wade. Then Danielle. He'll
tape fucking cigarettes to their goddamn nipples, and light them.
Can you watch that? Can you? I'd offer myself to save all of you,
but he doesn't want me. Not yet. He only wants to know your name.
Please?" After a moment, she tried again. "Please?"

The tears had appeared, Kate suspected, after the blond had called
her a bitch. But it didn't matter. She could still see clearly
enough to know what was happening. She sniffled, closing her eyes.
She hoped that the Timeman wouldn't hurt Leigh for Kate's
inadvertent swearing. It had come naturally, the words merely
echoing her mounting frustration. She felt for the blonde, as much
as she felt for the girls bound behind her, but the girl didn't
understand. Couldn't. And it wasn't as if Kate could walk over to
her and shake some sense into her. There was a damn gun levelled at
her head, for Christsakes.

"Crystal. That's my name, if it helps you. Crystal."

When Kate opened her eyes, the Timeman had backed away from the
girls. The gun was still trained on Crystal, but he was no longer
close enough to hit them. The blonde visibly relaxed, and turned to
Pamela, ensuring that the weeping girl wasn't seriously hurt.

A clatter against the marble brought Kate's head up again. Four
gleaming pairs of handcuffs slid across the floor to stop against
Crystal's running shoes.

The girl looked down at them, and shook her head.

"No way. I won't put them on."

"I don't want you to put them on, yet. I want you to put them on
your friends."

Crystal shook her head again slowly. "No way. Then what's stopping
you from raping us."

"Nothing," he said simply. "But there are worse things than rape."

Crystal paled, and stood there shaking her head, her blonde locks
dragging across her shoulders.

He shrugged. "I haven't had to shoot anyone yet, but I'll bet a
bullet between the legs is painful. Wouldn't you say, Crystal?"

Crystal paled, and shook her head. "You wouldn't." She turned to
Kate, her eyes pleading.

Kate swallowed, and dipped her head. "I don't know what's going on
today, Crystal. I'm just trying to help you. He'll get what he
wants, and yesterday, I would have said no, but today, there's
something happening that I don't understand. I honestly think he
would. He might start shooting and not be able to stop. The gun
works. I've seen it work. I don't want to be here any more than you
do, but I am. Please, just do what he says. I can't promise you,
but so far he hasn't raped anyone. He'll let you go afterward --
you aren't one of us. I hope. Please, just chain your friends. You
don't want to see the inside of a knee, or an elbow, or that damn
gun between your legs. Please, Crystal. I don't either."

Crystal swallowed, and turned burning eyes to the Timeman, as if
she'd finally decided that hating Kate wasn't going to help her. He
smiled, and Kate was nearly sure that the blonde girl was going to
launch herself at him. She wouldn't have made it, but Kate found
herself almost willing the girl to try it. But in the end, Crystal
feared more for the safety of her friends, and perhaps herself. The
girl crouched and picked up a pair of handcuffs between two fingers,
as if they represented disgusting slime.

"How?" she asked.

"Up and to the railing above you."

Crystal mumbled something incoherent, but urged Pamela to reach up.
The cuffs clicked closed, and Crystal moved on. Pamela's cheeks
burned a fierce shade of red. It made Kate think of Nicole's bruised
face, but those marks on Pamela were made open handed -- painful,
but gone within a few hours. If Crystal hadn't begun to obey, those
might have changed to more permanent issues. Yes this wasn't on the
primary timeline, but pain was pain, and humans were humans. Kate
couldn't watch it, and that she even thought the Timeman was capable
of it, scared her badly.

Soon, all three brunette girls stood hands overhead, cuffed to the
railing. Kate closed her eyes, knowing that they would regret
allowing this, but not seeing any alternative.

"Leave them alone," she whispered.

He turned towards Kate, and found a weak smile. Surprised, Kate
realised that he wasn't really enjoying this -- he should have been
nearly dancing in anticipation, three girls bound for his pleasure
and a fourth damn near broken to his will all in a matter of
minutes. But he wasn't. Kate wondered, suddenly understanding that
this man liked control, yes, absolutely, but not this kind. He
didn't get off on hurting women, striking helpless girls like
Pamela. It was a means to an end, only, and the thought, while it
didn't make her any safer, did console her a little. She still
wasn't dealing with a time travelling Maurice.

He stared around the concourse, only marginally aware of the train
of five naked beauties, and the four new girls. It was almost as if
he were strained beyond his abilities, or exhausted. Crystal eyed
him for a moment, as if gauging her chances at success if she struck
while he was distracted with Kate and the silent concourse around
him. Crystal faltered when he raised the gun to aim at her
flawlessly without even looking at her.

"Don't be stupid, Crystal. If you're a good girl, I won't rape any
of you. If I have to kill you, I'll rape them in the pool of your
blood."

Even from him, the comment seemed overly dramatic. But it stopped
Crystal in her tracks. All the defiance, and the spunk left her
voice.

"Please do whatever you have to, but let them go. I'll do whatever
twisted thing you want."

Kate sighed. That kind of comment was dangerous around the Timeman,
but what else did any of them have. Just themselves. Kate didn't
even have clothing, having lost it for just such a comment -- she'd
stripped to save Karen pain. She didn't blame Crystal. He wasn't
toying with her -- he wanted the girl broken. This girl, he wasn't
going to keep, after all. Kate felt that in her bones. And to her
credit, Crystal hadn't quite broken. Not yet.

"Let them all go. This isn't about them," Kate called quietly. "You
know we'll all do whatever you want. Leigh. Nicole. Monique.
Andrea. Me. We'll all fuck your brains out, if that's what you want.
You don't need them."

He smiled again, almost with a semblance of caring. But his eyes
still held a danger, but something external to him.

"Ah, Kate. But I do need them."

She wanted to scream at him: "Why?" But she held her tongue. For
that was the prime question; the question to which there was no
answer that she might even hope to comprehend.

Of one thing she was sure, though: it wasn't for his satisfaction
that he was going to torment them. No. It was for something else.
Something that might or might not become apparent.

Instead of answering Kate or Crystal, he raised his voice. This
time, it echoed, and the echo startled Kate nearly as much as what
he yelled.

"Are you ready to come out, yet, little minx? You can save them a
lot of pain ..." he called.

His voice echoed, and bounced, but there was no reply.

Kate thought that perhaps he'd lost touch with even this tenuous
reality in which they all found themselves. There was nobody else.
And the fact that he was calling to non-existent entities in this
mall in the middle of suburbia, with nobody but naked,
terror-stricken girls to hear seemed somehow worse than anything
else in this silent, and frozen world. Nobody but them: only nine
terrorised girls, who wished that they weren't there.

The silence descended over the girls, only broken by a small moan
from Monique, and quiet sobbing from Pamela.


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