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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [088/157] (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 88

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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Penelope, the girl behind the submarine counter, stood looking
bored. The girl was petite, slim, and bleached blonde, perhaps
recently out of high school, probably dropped out to be working
here. Or perhaps she was unfortunate enough to be the daughter of
the franchisee. Either way, Leigh figured the girl wouldn't be bored
much longer.

Kate stepped forward, rubbing her breasts purposely across the
Timeman's upper arm. He seemed to lose concentration, and the girl
remained frozen behind the counter.

"I can make us sandwiches, if that's what you want," Kate murmured.

"That's what she's paid to do," the Timeman pointed out.

"She's not paid for what she's about to see," Kate said. "I'll be
glad to make whatever you want, and even serve it to you. I'm
already naked." She paused, thinking. "And I'm hungry, too. It's
been a long morning. I'm not sure I want to wait while you terrorise
another girl."

"You'll wait if I tell you to."

"Of course," Kate said, taking a step back. "But I thought ..."

"Thanks," he said. But he turned towards the counter again.

The girl's eyes opened wider as she noted the new customers that had
appeared in front of her. Leigh tried to cover her nudity, before
realising how useless the gesture was. She dropped her cuffed hands.

Penelope screamed, and then screamed again when he idly showed the
girl the gun.

"What do you want?" the girl asked, nearly hysterical.

"I want you to remove your uniform top."

"Why? Please," the girl begged.

He showed her the gun again. "Nobody is going to help you. Nobody
is going to care that you are naked, except me, and perhaps the
girls here. If you do what you're told, I'll let you go as soon as
you make some lunch for us."

"L-l-lunch?"

"You make subs for a living, don't you?"

"I'm an artist," she said almost automatically.

"I see. So you've done nude modelling."

"What?"

He aimed the gun at her throat, and the terrified girl backed up
until her bottom hit the sink behind her.

"I thought I told you to take off your top. I won't make you take
everything off. Only your top. And your bra, if you're wearing one."

"Oh, God. Please, no."

Kate stepped up the counter, waving the gun down. Almost as if he
was listening to the naked redhead, he lowered the gun for a moment.
Penelope, behind the counter, seemed to relax a bit, though her eyes
seemed glued to Kate's breasts visible through the glass of the
condiment shelf.

"Penelope, right?"

The girl nodded dumbly.

"Look at us. You have to trust me. This is a strange place you've
been dragged into. Look at all the girls. He makes us all strip.
Hurts us, if we don't. Do you understand?"

Penelope nodded, though it was clear that she didn't understand at
all.

"He'll hurt you if you don't take off your clothes. At least he's
letting you keep your bottoms. Around here, even a baseball cap is
special. Please. I don't want to see you hurt, Penelope. Do you
want me to come back there and help you?"

The girl shook her head.

"Will you take off your top? There's nobody here but us." Kate said
soothingly. "And most of us are naked, too."

The girl seemed to relax while the gun wasn't aimed at her, and Kate
was talking to her. Slowly, she began to unbutton her top. She was
wearing a turtle neck under it, and she pulled that over her head.
She hesitated at her bra, looking at Kate for help.

"If it were up to me," Kate said quietly, "you could keep your
uniform. I don't need my sandwich maker nude. But he'll hurt you, if
you don't. I'm so sorry." Kate raised her arms above her head, her
breasts rising attractively as if to punctuate the point that all
the girls were already nude.

With a small sob, the girl unclasped the underwear and let it drop.
Her hands shielded her nipples from view. When Kate looked back
around, the Timeman had seated himself at a table. The other three
girls still stood near the counter.

"Six assorted subs on dark bread, please," the Timeman said.
Penelope nodded, finally, a normal task for which she'd been trained
presenting itself. She pulled bread from the oven, and began to make
sandwiches.

Andrea's voice broke the quiet.

"Um? Assorted subs have meat on them, right?"

Penelope nodded, not looking up from her hands spreading lettuce and
cheese on the six buns.

Andrea turned towards the Timeman.

"Can I have mine without meat?"

"Why?" he asked.

"I'm kind of a vegetarian."

"Not here," he said.

"Even here."

"I can force you to eat meat," he said.

"I was hoping that you wouldn't be that petty," she said quietly.
"But, of course, I would eat meat rather than see someone hurt."

He seemed satisfied, leaning back in the hard plastic chair of the
restaurant.

"If it's all the same, I'll skip lunch, then," she said.

"I heard your stomach growling earlier," he said.

Penelope had stopped making sandwiches to follow the exchange. When
he glanced at her, she began again to move her hands, fitting meat
slices on the bread.

"I'm hungry," Andrea acknowledged. "But I'd rather be hungry, given
the choice, than to eat meat. Please?" she asked. "Do you want me to
kneel?"

He shook his head.

"Make one of them a vegetarian," he called to Penelope. The topless
girl nodded, and slipped the meat from one of the sandwiches back
into its storage bin.

"Thank-you," Andrea whispered before she turned back towards the
counter.

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Her voice wavered as she wrapped up the sandwiches and placed them
into a plastic bag. Her fingers punched keys on the electronic cash
register.

"That'll be twenty-two dollars, thirty cents," she said.

He laughed, and approached the counter. Penelope paled, again, using
her hands to shield her bare breasts.

"You're kidding, right? I suppose if you want payment, I could get
Monique to have sex with you. Would that be acceptable as payment? I
don't really have any money."

Penelope shook her head, bleached hair swaying across her shoulders.

"I didn't think so," he said. He eyed Monique as if contemplating
forcing her to have sex with the girl anyway. Monique paled and
shook her head, no.

"I'll have sex with her, if you must do it," Andrea said quietly. "I
don't mind."

He shook his head, and reached over the counter, grabbing the
plastic bag from Penelope's lax fingers. Almost simultaneously,
Penelope skipped to where they'd at first seen the girl, looking
bored, but topless, her fingers on the counter top. A moment later,
her clothing appeared against her skin.

He sighed, and ushered the naked contingent of girls back out into
the concourse.

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The bag weighed heavy in Leigh's hands, but she didn't complain
about carrying the sandwiches. Her own stomach growled. She'd
expended a lot of energy this morning, and she wanted to eat. At
least he'd chosen something that they could all eat comfortably with
their hands, since she doubted if he'd allow any of them cutlery.

Almost like a gentleman, he held the door to the stairs open for the
girls. They passed through, Leigh last. She turned before he closed
the door. The sound of three sets of bare feet pattered up the
concrete steps, low moans of effort filtering down the stairs.

"Are you going to keep teasing us, forever?" Leigh asked.

He smiled and looking upwards, watched as Monique's bound wrists
disappeared around the first turn in the staircase. Leigh parted her
legs as he touched them. Her gasp rose, and the patter of bare feet
stopped for a moment. His finger touched her between her lips,
circling her swollen clitoris twice, and he showed her the result.
Moisture, her moisture, coated his finger. But she could have told
him that she was wet, without the tease. She eased her legs back
together with a small moan.

"Maybe later," he said.

He held his finger to her lips, urging them apart. She moaned as his
finger slipped between her lips. She considered biting him, for a
moment, then simply let her tongue remove her own scent and taste.

"I'm hungry," Kate's voice called down the stairs. "What are you
two doing down there? Having sex?"

"Close," he said, as he urged Leigh towards the first stair. His
voice ascended to the redhead. The steps on the stairs resumed
again.

She pulled at her bound wrists in frustration, but began to climb.
Her calves burned as she took the first step upwards. Ten flights to
go. Her whole body throbbed.


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