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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [086/157] (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 86

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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"The Life and Times of Sigmund Freud?"

The blonde girl looked up sharply, a combination of the eerie
silence, the sudden male voice, and a feeling of danger infusing her
being. She could feel tingling right down to her toes encased in her
security issued boots.

She was about to ask if she could help the man, but before she
could, her eyes took in the frozen lobby. Her eyes widened as they
scanned over the naked girls clustered by the revolving door -- they
were handcuffed but moving. Everyone else, including the rotund
lady in the business suit that she'd sent to the wrong elevator bank
moments before were frozen and silent. As far as Andrea could tell,
they were dead -- not even breathing.

She looked up. The man wasn't anything notable. Tall, yes, and
solidly built, but he wouldn't stand out in a crowd, neither a
pretty boy, nor a roughneck. The small black circle of a gun barrel
aimed her throat.

Andrea swallowed, and leaned back slowly.

"Actually, it's a comparison of Einstein and Freud's teaching." She
paused, her eyes wandering again to the small group of girls naked
by the door. She had a bad feeling about all of this. "What is going
on here?" she asked.

Instead of answering her, the gunman motioned her up. Andrea
obediently rose to her feet. The green marker she'd dropped earlier
rolled across the marble under the desk. She nearly bent to pick it
up, but instead raised her arms.

He let her.

"Andrea," he said, "do you carry a gun?"

For a moment, she was taken aback by his knowledge of her name, then
she remembered the silly name tag. She stifled the urge to laugh,
but shook her head. She could feel her ponytail drag across her
back.

"You think management would let a security guard wear a gun? In this
busy lobby? What if it discharged accidently? I know how to use a
gun, but I don't have one."

"Shall we make sure?"

Andrea looked at him blankly. She took a deep breath, surprised that
it waved back out in small bursts.

"I'm going to lower my hands, now. I'll lift my shirt and you'll see
that I don't have one. Okay?"

He shook his head, and she left her hands raised above her head
where he could see them.

"Kate?" he called. The redhead stepped forward from the group of
naked girls. She ran, a little awkwardly, with her hands bound in
front of her, until she reached his side.

"Yes," the girl said, almost deferentially.

"Is that your harem?" Andrea asked quietly. "Freud would have a few
things to say about that."

Both Kate and the gunman looked up at the words. Kate surprised, and
the gunman thoughtful.

"Check and make sure she doesn't have a gun. It won't work anyway,
but I don't need surprises."

Kate nodded and walked around the desk. Her bare feet pattered
against the marble of the floor. Andrea stayed still while Kate
carefully stayed out of the line of sight of the Timeman's gun, and
patted the blonde security guard. When she was done, she
straightened.

"No gun," she said simply, and stepped away from Andrea. "But I'm
not a professional, either."

"Are you all with him?" Andrea asked. Her hands remained up and in
sight.

Kate smiled, and moved into Andrea's line of sight from behind her.
She sighed.

"Yes, and no. We all are his prisoners, captives. He controls time,
Andrea."

"Time?"

"Time. All these people?" Kate waved her hands towards the lobby at
large. "They're frozen in time. He can control that. He woke you.
He captured all of us," Kate waved towards Leigh and Monique,
"before he woke you. It's startling, I know. It's best if you do
what he says. He ... can hurt people if you don't."

"Did he hurt you?"

Kate flushed, and nodded her head. "But it's not me I'm worried
about." Then Kate whispered something about cigarettes that Andrea
didn't quite catch.

The gunman motioned Kate aside, and the girl moved away from Andrea,
rounding the desk, and eventually standing against it, her hands
resting on the marble desktop. She leaned down, resting her chin on
her spread hands.

"Andrea? I'd like you to strip," the man with the gun said.

Andrea looked at Kate, though she knew that the gunman was serious.
She hesitated, even when Kate nodded, and turned towards the barrel
of the gun aimed at her heart.

"Strip? Don't you have enough women naked?"

"He likes us this way," Kate murmured.

"I'll bet he does. Freud would have a field day with this guy."

"I just want to ensure that you don't have hidden weapons."

"Oh! A strip search. Well, that makes it okay then," Andrea smiled,
trying to take the edge off the situation. She didn't move to strip,
yet. "Are you going to rape me? I'll strip for you, but I just want
to know what to prepare myself for."

Kate spoke quietly from where she stood. "I haven't had clothes for
a day and a half, and he hasn't raped me, yet. I've had to do some
things that I didn't like, but he hasn't raped me."

"I won't rape you," he said quietly. Andrea actually believed him.
At least in a classic sense. He wouldn't hold her down and force his
penis into her, at least.

"I'll strip for you, but please, lower that gun. You don't need it.
I'll do whatever it is you want. I'll even let you rape me. It's not
like I'm a fucking virgin," Andrea said quietly.

"If you let me have sex with you, is that rape?"

Andrea slowly lowered her hands, careful not to make any sudden
movements.

"It might be," she answered slowly. Her fingers began to unbutton
the blue shirt she wore, her underlying bra peeking into view
through the buttons. At last, she let the garment slip from her
shoulders. Without hesitation, she released the front clip on her
bra and dropped it to join her blouse.

"Aren't you going to beg?" he asked. She looked up, her nipples
crinkling in the cooler air.

"Would it do me any good?"

He slowly shook his head.

"Then why would I beg?"

"Most do."

"Did Kate?" He nodded. "Understandable," Andrea continued. "My
breasts and body don't have anything that you haven't already seen.
Kate is walking proof of that. I don't want to be naked, but I don't
see the point in procrastinating. You obviously intend for me to be
that way, and eventually, you'll get your way. Right?"

She hooked her fingers into the waistband of her pants and pushed
them downwards. She bent to remove her boots and then stepped out of
the pants. Again, she bent to remove her socks, then stood upright
in just her panties.

"Panties, too. And jewellery."

Andrea sighed. "I figured." She turned herself around, arms extended
upwards. "I don't have a weapon. I think you can see that now.
Right?"

He nodded.

"Can you lower that thing? I really don't want to be shot while I'm
actually cooperating with you."

He laughed, and lowered the gun until it rested against his thigh.
Andrea visibly relaxed.

"Thank-you," she said. Without hesitation, she slipped her panties
from her hips, and then raised them on one finger.

"You want them?" she asked.

He laughed again, and shook his head slowly. Andrea dropped the
panties to join the remainder of her clothing at her feet. She
reached for her security cap, but he stopped her.

"Andrea. Leave it. It looks good on you."

She shrugged, aware of her breasts riding unusually exposed. She
dropped her arms.

"Now what?"

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The marble pressed harshly into her hands and knees. A flush rose
through her skin as she realised what the man was making her do, but
she didn't have many options. Not here. Not now.

She could feel his eyes on her naked skin, probably admiring her
form. Hell, if a naked woman was crawling in front of her, she'd
watch too. Freud be damned.

At his touch, she rose and knelt, her hands resting on her bare
thighs. She cast a wistful glance towards the security desk, where a
flash of red, from her bra, she supposed, peeked out from where
she'd dropped it.

He rummaged in a blue backpack that sat on the floor beside a
brunette girl who was also naked, and cuffed, but wasn't wearing a
collar. He emerged with a what looked like a rubber ball attached to
leather straps.

It was obvious what it was for.

Andrea sighed, and opened her mouth wide as he approached.

He stopped in front of her, a strange look on his face.

"You aren't going to beg?"

"What good would it do me? If you want to gag me, obviously you
can."

"I'll find your limit," he said quietly. And she was sure that he
would. It wouldn't take much, but here and now, cooperation seemed
her best hope of survival. She glanced around at the other girls as
he pressed the gag between her teeth and began to buckle the straps
behind her head.

The other girls had paled at the sight of the gag, and squirmed as
he dealt with the newest girl -- her.

Out of the corner of her eye, a girl, the slightly older girl,
wearing a collar, broke and ran towards the door. A shout screamed
from the girl, crying for help, for the police, anyone. He didn't
turn, but stopped gagging Andrea.

"Monique," he said. "That wasn't very smart."

The running, naked, girl ignored him, and ran headlong into the
revolving door.

"Please, no," she cried as her bound hands pushed against the glass.
It refused to budge for her. Slowly, the man rose to his feet, and
approached where Monique stood, still crying and pushing at the
door. When she saw him approaching, she squealed and began to run
along the bay windows. Suddenly, she tripped with a cry of pain,
falling hard to the marble. She began to crawl, but again fell with
a cry.

"Please, no. Please, I didn't mean it. I'll stay. I'll behave. I'll
fuck. I'll do whatever you want."

Without comment, he wrapped his hand into the girl's hair, and
half-dragged, and she half-crawled screaming back to the group.
Andrea watched all this, not even pushing the unsecured gag from her
mouth.

Kate approached the gunman, shaking. He brushed the girl's fingers
from his arm, and dragged Monique until she'd been forced to kneel
in front of Andrea. Her eyes held fright, and tears streamed down
her face.

Without a word, he uncuffed Monique, and recuffed her wrists behind
her back. It had the affect of pushing her bare breasts forward, but
he seemed to ignore that.

"Spit," he said to Andrea. She looked at him confused, until he
tugged at the strap leading to the ball in her mouth. Realising
what he wanted, she released the ball, and it fell into his waiting
palm.

He turned to Monique. "Open," he ordered. The frightened girl shook
her head. Instead of fighting with her, he gripped her left nipple
and began to twist. She held in the cry for a long time, but
eventually screamed, her mouth opening.

"No, please, no," she managed to cry out before he stuffed the ball
into her mouth. Weeping, she leaned forward, almost allowing him to
lock it behind her head. Her cries muffled into incomprehensible
expressions.

With a tug of her hair, he forced Monique back to her bare feet.

Andrea, remained on her knees, frightened now, with the display.

"She's scared," Andrea said. "I might try it, too."

He smiled. There was no anger or displeasure in his face, only a
kind of sympathy.

"I wouldn't, but you'll probably have to learn that the hard way,"
he said almost kindly. Monique moaned and squirmed until he yanked
on her hair again. Kate and Leigh seemed undecided about what to do
- -- almost as if they knew that interfering would make things worse.
Andrea could see that interference probably would. If she stood and
tried to pry his hand out of Monique's hair, he would likely just
wait, and whip the girl later. Or something.

"What do you want?"

"If I told you to, would you have sex with Monique, here?"

"You mean fuck another girl?"

"Yeah?" he nodded, looking down at the kneeling girl.

Andrea shrugged. "It wouldn't be the first time. I've never been
forced to fuck another girl, and not one that I hardly know, but I
will, if you'll ungag her."

He laughed, and touched the ball in Monique's mouth. Monique twisted
away with a muffled cry of anger. Her eyes smouldered.

He pushed Monique forward, touching her thighs until Monique moaned
and parted her legs. She began to cry, her breathing becoming ragged
and laboured. Kate stepped forward.

"You have to ungag her," she whispered urgently. "She'll choke."

"Would you rather wear the thing?"

Kate nodded. "Gladly. I'll wear it as long as you like."

He gently pushed Kate away, and she stepped back, her bare foot
brushing Andrea's thigh.

"If she behaves, I'll take it out. Maybe at the hotel."

Monique's eyes widened. Andrea could see the first vestiges of pain
entering the girl's eyes. Even with the short time that the ball had
been in her mouth, Andrea's jaw ached a little. She didn't know how
far it was to the hotel, but she couldn't imagine wearing the thing
that long.

"If I make her climax," Andrea said slowly. "Will you let her go?
Take the gag out?"

"So you'd have sex with her?"

"Of course," Andrea said. Monique's vagina gaped almost obscenely in
front of her eyes.

"Kiss her."

Andrea drew in her breath, and leaned forward. The girl was sweet,
without an abundance of pubic curls. Gently, Andrea kissed her sex,
not delving between the lips. She'd done it before, it was only
skin.

Her own sex tingled a little, but that was easy to quench.

Andrea looked up expectantly.

"No deals," he said. He gripped her upper arm, and Andrea warily
climbed to her feet. Monique still stood, feet parted, where she'd
been placed. Her shoulders shook with her sobs.

"She only did what we all want to do," Kate whispered.

"I know," he said.

He turned towards Leigh.

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She watched as the leather collar was removed from Kate's throat.
The girl gave her a sympathetic look, but rubbed at the red mark
around her throat as she did.

Andrea sighed.

"Is this really necessarily? I'm not an animal, much as you might
believe otherwise."

"It's not to make you feel like an animal."

"What else could it possibly be for?"

"To remind you of your status."

"As an animal."

"No."

Andrea sighed, but knowing what was inevitably coming, bent her head
forward. She used her cuffed wrists to hold her ponytail out of the
way as he placed the confining leather about her throat. The lock
clicked, and she knew that it wasn't being removed unless she cut it
off, or he removed it. The leash tickled her body as it swung
crazily as she moved.

"It isn't necessary."

"No. It isn't. I want it on you."

She nodded. "I see. Would you like me to crawl, too?"

"That isn't necessary either."

She nodded, staying on her feet, slightly swaying. Her head felt
light, almost as if it were filled with helium. She supposed that
her lower half was demanding blood. The insistent tickle between her
legs had begun to make itself known, again.

(Getting turned on by all this?)

(Yes.)

Andrea sighed, and stumbled into a walk as he gathered up the leash
connected to her neck. Monique cried out, her gag still muffling
coherent speech. She didn't look happy, but she didn't look angry
anymore. If anything, the girl looked to be in more discomfort than
anything else.

She had to share a revolving enclosure with Monique, her bare skin
brushing against the other girl no matter how hard she tried to
avoid it. Kate and Leigh ushered into the enclosure behind, and he
followed the girls outside.

Andrea half expected Monique to cut and run again, but the girl
didn't. Monique's eyes roamed over the busy, but frozen street, half
in a panic at her exposure to the outside world. Kate and Leigh
seemed more at ease with their nudity.

While it felt decidedly odd to be outside in the downtown core,
completely naked, Andrea didn't quite know what she felt yet.
Eventually, all this would sink in, she supposed.

The sun warmed her bare skin, and she waited for him to gather up her
leash. She walked quietly beside Monique while Kate and Leigh walked
ahead. The sidewalk felt odd beneath her bare feet.


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