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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [060/157] (MF+, bond, control) {Crimson Dragon}
Date: Sat, 19 Apr 2003 00:10:04 -0400
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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 60

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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"What the hell happened to you?" Lisa asked, her eyes staring.

As Kate knelt beside the naked girl, she sighed.

"Our friend decided to goop us up at lunch. I have no idea why."
Despite her condition, Kate found the strength to laugh. "Maybe he
has a food fight fetish, too." Even she didn't know what she meant,
but it seemed funny.

Lisa laughed, a good healthy laugh. Kate rolled the girl back onto
her tummy and breasts, her cuffed and sticky hands working at the
knots holding Lisa.

It took a long time to free the girl, the knots were complex, and
had been tightened by Lisa's forced struggle to cross the gym to
avoid the croppings. The Timeman seemed happy to wait, sitting on
the bleachers, in front of the frozen crowd, quietly watching Leigh
and Kate work on the naked girls spread across the court.

"God, this is disgusting," Kate murmured as she finally worked the
last knot free. She wiped at a line of relish that slowly slipped
down and from her hair. Ketchup dripped from her nipples to fall on
Lisa's bare skin. It almost looked like blood. Lisa didn't seem to
mind, or if she did, she didn't complain about the wetness falling
on her bare skin. As the last knot holding the girl's wrists to her
ankles released, Lisa unfolded herself, crying out as muscles
complained in her legs and shoulders.

Her wrist and ankle ropes presented a similar knot challenge, but
soon the girl was free. Lisa worked herself around, and hugged Kate,
their bare bodies pressed together in an embrace far beyond simple
friendship. It was a survivor embrace. Lisa cried on Kate's shoulder
for a few minutes until the blood returned circulation to her limbs.

"I'm ..." Kate began.

"... messy. It doesn't matter, does it?" Lisa whispered.

Kate could see Tyler embracing a blushing Leigh in the same manner
that Lisa was embracing her.

Lisa screamed, her grip tightening on Kate.

"What?" Kate cried. Tyler was moaning on the other side of the
court, clinging to Leigh like she was drowning. Her hands slipped
through Leigh's hair, covered with the lunchroom mess. But Tyler had
something else on her mind, her hands shook badly as she moved them.

"Pins. And. Needles," Lisa stammered, her voice choking. "Oh, God."

"Stay still. Stay still."

Kate couldn't hug the girl, her hands still cuffed in her lap. "Stay
still."

Lisa moaned, but nearly as quickly as it had begun, the painful
tingles must have ebbed from her hands and feet. At least to a
bearable level.

"Go on, Kate, untie the others. Please," she whispered.

Kate nodded, and pushed herself to her bare feet. Tyler moaned for a
few more minutes, and then repeated the same instructions to Leigh
in an urgent whisper.

"You have to go kneel over there, by him."

Lisa didn't protest, knew what was expected of her. Knew what the
man was capable of doing to her, if she resisted. Crops. Ropes.
Races.

As Kate knelt near Anne, she watched as Lisa knelt at the edge of
the court, nude, but proud, in front of the Timeman. The Timeman
ignored the girl, and continued to watch as Kate and Leigh struggled
with his knots on the remaining bound girls.

"Please hurry," Anne whispered as Kate's fingers fumbled over the
knots holding her wrists and ankles.

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Kate and Leigh stood at the end of the line of naked girls kneeling
easily at his feet. Eight girls, helpless. One guy, brandishing a
weapon, and controlling the world.

His eyes seemed overly heavy, like he was completely exhausted, but
continued on because he had to. Both girls were tired, too, but not
as tired as he looked. He looked ready to fall asleep while giving
the six kneeling girls instructions.

"... shower. Warm water. Wash each other, never yourself ..."

Kate realised that he'd finished, as the girls rose as one and
padded towards the change room.

He pushed himself off the bench, wearily, and followed the girls,
like a goose following her goslings.

Kate touched Leigh's shoulder, and the other girl started. Asleep,
or dozing. On her feet.

"Come on," she whispered. The girls ran to catch up with the
Timeman.

"Master?" Kate said.

He stopped, and slowly turned. He looked more dead than alive,
though his eyes remained sparkling.

"You don't always have to call me 'Master'," he said quietly.

"You haven't told us your name," Kate hurriedly explained. "What is
it? I'll call you that instead, if you prefer. I could keep calling
you bastard, but if you're going to keep us, that might wear thin
after a while."

He shook his head wearily. He wasn't going to tell her, that much
was plain.

She forged ahead.

"I know that Leigh and I let you do this to us, but please, we need
showers. We're dirty, and tired, and we can't be attractive like
this, not with this gunk all over us," Kate wiped her fingers over
her breasts, red murk coated her nails and fingertips. "We probably
smell. Please."

Her scalp already itched from the slowly drying condiments.

The naked girls disappeared into the change room, one at a time.

"You want to shower with them?"

"If we have to. Please," Kate whispered.

Leigh nodded her agreement, shivering with the touch of the food on
her skin. It had probably been at least three quarters of an hour to
untie the girls on the floor.

"Please, we've done everything you wanted, and I feel dirty."

"That was the idea," he said.

Kate sighed, echoed by Leigh.

"We'll stay this way as long as you want," Kate murmured. She began
to back away. "We'll wait for you out here," she sighed. She began
to settle against the wall, leaning her head back against it. Her
hair left a thin green tinge to the wall when it touched the paint.
Her cuffed hands, sticky and grimy, fell against her stomach weakly.
Leigh began to move to join Kate, there.

Kate wasn't even surprised when the remaining basketball team, the
clothed girls that had sat quietly with Karen, returned in a blink
to their former positions, all watching a non-existent ball that had
rolled lonely to the stands. The crowd remained semi-frozen, their
ankles still looped in the light chain with which she'd helped
secure them, eons ago. She was so tired.

"I didn't say no, you know," he said quietly. "Come on, but you'll
have to wait until the other girls are done."

Kate smiled, and pushed herself from the wall with a shrug of her
shoulders. He held the door for them, and Kate followed Leigh into
the change room and the shower.

The naked girls milled around, unable to enter the frozen shower
room, though they eyed the entrance with anticipation. About half of
them wore remnants of ketchup from hugging Kate or Leigh after being
freed. Lisa was by far the worst of the lot, red smears beginning at
her throat and ending at her belly button.

"Lisa?"

The blonde girl pranced over to him, eyes downcast.

"Find some soap."

Without a word, she began to rummage through the bags, and lockers
of the girls that were changing in the room. She returned with three
bars, all partial. Irish Spring, and two bars of Ivory.

He paired them into blonde and brunette partners, bidding them to
wait.

He stepped into the shower as they roared to sudden life. Two
screams and some low murmuring followed. Shortly, he emerged with
two trembling naked girls, their hands in the air, dripping. He
followed them out of the shower, miraculously dry, aiming the gun at
the naked, soaked girls. Candice led the heavier girl to the back of
the change room where they stood their eyes wide at the sight of the
naked basketball team standing, rope marks evident around their
wrists and ankles.

"Sit," he said.

The two girls did, and immediately stopped moving. Even the water
stopped dripping from their shivering bodies.

"Slower time frame?" Kate muttered. He smiled, and ushered the
remaining girls, save for Kate and Leigh, into the steaming showers.


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