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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [059/157] (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 59

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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Kate returned a moment later, balancing a plate with a club
sandwich, and two 'Oh Henry' bars upon it. In her right hand, she
carried a can of Sprite, condensation dripping from its surface.

"There were some made," she said as she approached gingerly, "but
they looked awful. I made you another. I hope you like it. It
wasn't the easiest task in the world to do while I'm in handcuffs."

He'd turned away from her, facing into the table now beside Leigh.
Kate slipped the plate in front of him, her breasts rubbing against
his shirt as she leaned forward. She set the can of Sprite down
beside the plate.

"Can I get some food for us? Please?" she nearly whined.

He turned in his chair again, the feet scraping across the tile.

"Do you deserve food?"

Leigh opened her mouth to beg him to stop torturing Kate, but a look
silenced her.

A tear escaped Kate's eye, and she brushed it away again. She
inhaled.

"I don't know. Please. I've done everything you wanted. So has
Leigh. We're hungry. It's just food. You don't even have to pay for
it. Please. Please. Please?"

"Salad."

Kate didn't look thrilled, but she nodded anyway.

"Get yourself and Leigh a plate of salad, no dressing."

"Can we have something to drink?" And after a moment, she added:
"Master?"

He smiled at her. Leigh didn't know where the 'master' had come
from, but even she noticed his pleasure at the word.

He nodded. "Big glasses of water for you and Leigh."

"Water? Can we have some coffee, or coke, instead?"

He laughed. "Just what I need, females wired on caffeine when I need
to sleep. No. But you can have some Sprite or Ginger Ale, if you
want instead."

Kate made a face. "I'll stick with the water. Leigh?"

"Water is good for me, too."

Her throat was parched. She hadn't even realised it until water was
mentioned.

"May I go, now?"

He nodded, and watched her retreat back to the counter. Instead of
turning towards his own food, he watched the naked girl until she
faded behind the counter again.

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

She set the heaping plates of salad in front of Leigh, along with a
silver fork and knife and had almost settled into the chair beside
Leigh, when he stopped her.

He pointed across the table. Kate sighed, but didn't protest. She
scrambled up onto the table, and slid off the opposite side. A
blonde girl, clothed and oblivious to the unusual sight of Kate and
Leigh, bound and naked at the table, stared into her bowl of chilli
in the seat next to Kate, across from Leigh.

He slipped from his chair, under the table.

"What are you doing?" she asked quietly, craning to see under the
table. "You want me to spread my legs?"

"Not necessary," he mumbled seriously.

Kate sighed, and leaned against the table.

"He's tying my feet," she whispered in response to Leigh's puzzled
look. Leigh nodded, though she couldn't figure out why he needed to
tie Kate into her chair. She wasn't resisting his commands, and she
wasn't any danger to him on the other side of the table. Besides
which, the girl still wore the handcuffs on her wrists. The answer
would probably become apparent as the bizarre lunch wore on.

When he was finished, he slipped back into his chair.

Leigh noted that he still hadn't touched his own sandwich. Kate
noticed too.

"Don't you like it?" Kate asked quietly. To Leigh, it appeared the
girl was somewhat afraid of being punished for making him a
sub-standard meal. "I can make you another one, or a different type,
if you want."

He shook his head.

"I'm sure it's fine."

Was he actually being polite? Waiting for them to begin before he
did? She looked at him again. He was watching Kate, which didn't
surprise Leigh in the slightest. The redhead was still stunning,
even after all the rigours she'd been through.

Kate reached for the second plate of salad in front of Leigh. She
uttered a cry of dismay as he idly slapped gently at her fingers. He
didn't connect with her skin, because she snatched her fingers back
fast enough, but the threat was there.

"Leigh eats first."

Leigh opened her mouth to protest. Closed it, and then spoke.

"I. I can't."

He looked at her steadily. She elaborated.

"My hands are tied. You don't expect me to eat like a dog, do you?"

(Oh God. Not like a dog. Please.)

He smiled.

"Oh God. Please no."

Slowly, he shook his head. She breathed out in relief. If she'd had
to, she knew that she would have done it.

"Kate will feed you, until I decide to let you free."

"If you untie me, then I can feed myself. I won't cause any trouble.
You could leave my ankles ... hobbled ... and I'd let you tie me
back up after I was done."

It seemed simple enough.

He shook his head. He wanted Kate to feed Leigh. Leigh closed her
eyes. When she opened them, Kate was reaching for one of the forks
by Leigh's elbow.

Again, he lightly slapped at Kate's fingers. The girl squirmed in
her chair, a wounded, and confused, expression on her face. She
looked like she was going to cry again.

"Please, if I have to feed her, just let me do it."

He paused for a moment, then smiled. He slowly reached for, and
moved the cutlery to the side of his own plate.

"With your fingers, Kate."

The naked girl paled.

"Why?"

He shrugged. Leigh knew why, but she held her tongue.

"I'm already handcuffed, naked, tied into the chair by my fucking
ankles, feeding her. Please let us at least eat like normal human
beings."

"Would you prefer to eat without your fingers? Or perhaps off the
floor?"

Kate paled, and closed her eyes.

"Please, no."

He nodded towards Leigh's salad.

Slowly, Kate reached forward, as if she were afraid that he'd slap
at her hand again. But this time, he allowed her to pick up a few
pieces of lettuce. Her hand shaking, Kate offered the lettuce to
Leigh's lips.

With a sigh, Leigh opened, and waited for Kate to place the food in
her mouth. She felt like Cleopatra, accepting grapes from a naked
slave. Except Kate was a girl, not an Adonis. After Kate's fingers
were clear, Leigh chewed the dry salad and swallowed hungrily.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him turn from the two naked
girls and pick up his own sandwich. She envied him his freedom.

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

He leaned back in the chair, his sandwich reduced to crumbs
littering the Styrofoam plate. The two 'Oh Henry' bars formed a 'T'
across the edge of the plate. In one quick swallow, he finished the
Sprite. It ran cool, and sparkly down his throat. The girls had to
be thirsty if he was. He hadn't really done anything overly physical
- -- unlike the two girls eating slowly in front of him.

Kate continued to feed the helpless, naked, girl in the chair beside
him. The redhead actually looked faint. Occasionally, Kate lifted
one of the cups of water to Leigh's lips. Leigh drank from it
deeply, her throat working prettily, and greedily until Kate lowered
it again to the table.

The sandwich had been excellent.

He turned to Kate.

"Where'd you learn to make a club like that?"

She finished placing more lettuce in Leigh's mouth, snatching her
fingers back from Leigh's teeth as Leigh feigned to bite her,
laughing. Kate grinned for a moment, sticking her fingers in her own
mouth.

It was incredible, he mused. The girls, naked, tied up, somehow had
the strength to laugh. Had the situation been reversed, he would
have gone crazy, like Darren had, he was sure.

"I actually did waitress in a diner for a while. They made amazing
club sandwiches, and sometimes, if the cook was busy, I got pressed
into service. But only for sandwiches. I'd burn water if it was
possible," Kate said. Then, with a careful measure of
meaningfulness, she added, "And I got to wear clothes."

She lifted another portion between her fingers to Leigh's lips. The
naked girl accepted the food without trying to nip Kate, while she
was talking.

"You don't waitress anymore?"

"It was affecting my grades. I had to quit. And the customers were
beginning to notice me. I was only sixteen at the time. Mom didn't
like it."

At the mention of Kate's parent, Leigh's face registered a touch of
wistfulness. He made a note to ask her about that later, alone.

He nodded.

Her cuffed wrists rose as one, giving Leigh the last of her lunch.
Leigh giggled, and attempted to nip at Kate's fingers. Kate wasn't
fast enough, and she squealed as Leigh nipped at her fingertips.
When Leigh let her, Kate easily pulled her fingers from Leigh's lips
with a grin of her own.

"Can I eat mine, now? Please?" she begged. The smile hadn't left her
lips.

He nodded, and settled back into the chair to watch her feed
herself. She ignored his attention, and ate far more quickly than
she'd been able to feed the girl across the table.

Soon, her salad had disappeared.

"Good?"

"Dressing would have been nice, but I suppose if I had to eat it
with my fingers, it's better without."

He smiled and twirled the fork that would have been Kate's through
his fingers.

Kate's voice, trembling, floated to his ears.

"Sir? If you freed me, I could get Leigh and I some dessert."

"Dessert?"

"Maybe a chocolate bar, like those?" she pointed. "Please? There's
lots of them near the cash register."

He leaned forward on his arms, his eyes sparkling.

"Who do you think these are for?" He pushed the wrapped candy from
his plate onto the table. Kate's eyes followed them.

"For us?" Her eyes lit up. Then her eyes narrowed a little. "What
do we have to do to get them?"

He leaned back in the chair, and Kate's face fell. He shrugged.

"A true choice. You can let me pour some ketchup on you, or some
vinegar, and I'll let you eat the chocolate. Or you can walk with me
back to the gym, and forgo the dessert. Doesn't matter to me either
way."

Kate sighed, her lips pursing.

"Ketchup? Why?"

He shrugged.

"Just a control thing. You can make us give up dignity for
chocolate," she said quietly. A statement, not a question.

"No. Not quite."

Kate's eyes found the answer before Leigh did.

She shook her head. "Why give me the choice? You could keep the
chocolate, and pour whatever the hell you want over me without my
consent."

"Uh-huh," he said.

"You're going to pour ketchup over me, and Leigh, anyway, aren't
you?"

He shrugged slowly.

Leigh whispered, joining the conversation.

"You can pour anything you want over me. But let Kate eat mine,
okay?"

Kate twisted, her eyes flashing. "I won't."

Leigh nodded. "Then I'll eat it."

He smiled, and walked over to the counter.

"He would have done it anyway," Leigh whispered to Kate. "You'll
see."

He returned with various squeezable condiment containers.

He returned to his seat, and picked up the chocolate bars. Slowly,
he unwrapped one, and fed Leigh, himself.

"Mmmmmm," she murmured, savouring each bite. She knew that she'd be
paying for the pleasure he was giving her, and was determined to
enjoy it. After she had finished the treat, he held the second one
up waving it towards Kate. Kate lowered her eyes, and nodded slowly.

He unwrapped hers and urging her to keep her hands on the table, fed
her, too.

Afterwards, he wiped a touch of chocolate from her lips, and watched
as she licked it off his finger.

She moaned as she used her tongue.

"You ready?"

The girls nodded.

The vinegar, and the mustard, he squeezed through Leigh's brunette
tresses. The ketchup, he squeezed in a dripping line across her bare
breasts.

"Oh God. That is so gross," she whispered as the liquids dripped
across her cheeks, and from her nipples.

Relish, and mustard adorned Kate's red hair, and a line of ketchup
graced her bare breasts, too.

"Yuck," she said.

When he was done, he returned the bottles to the table, and vaulted
over them to drop beside Kate. Instinctually, she raised her hands
to wipe at the mess dripping from her hair. Tears mixed with
mustard, as she wiped futilely at herself.

Leigh didn't have that option, so sat quietly regarding Kate, and
trying to ignore the drips tracing down her bare skin.

When her ankles were finally free, Kate rose to her feet, slipping
across the table with a smear of red. Leigh stood, as well, having
more trouble with her hands behind her.

Avoiding Kate's smear of ketchup on the table, the Timeman slipped
back across. In a moment, Leigh's hands were re-cuffed in front of
her, and the ankle cuffs removed.

"Thank-you," Leigh sighed as she once again moved somewhat normally.
Her hands rose to brush at a stray drip of vinegar before it reached
her eyes.

Uncaring of their mess, he touched their elbows guiding them from
the cafeteria.

"Where are we going?" Kate asked.

"Back to free the team."


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