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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [104/157] (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)

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Dawn of Time - Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

Chapter 104

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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The strains of Mozart filtered from speakers as he leaned quietly
against the door jamb leading into the living room. The soft clink
of chains echoed to him as the girls shifted positions. He watched
them for a while, as they were unaware of him.

Andrea lay on the first sofa, her left leg dangling off the edge to
accommodate her ankle chain. Her eyes were closed, her hands
interlaced behind her neck, and she appeared to be asleep, or
listening to the strains of music floating from the speakers.

Monique curled up in the corner of the other sofa, her bare legs
tucked under her. Her ankle chain was a little longer, and would
allow her the pose. Her mind was somewhere far away, in the land of
the Talisman.

Nicole lay on her belly on the floor beside the coffee table her
fingers tented open on a thick book. He couldn't tell what the girl
was reading.

It was Andrea that sensed his presence. Without opening her eyes,
she spoke.

"Are they all right?"

Monique looked up at the sound of Andrea's voice, and Nicole turned
her head to glance over her bare shoulder. Nicole flashed a quick
smile and then turned back to her book. Monique slowly folded over a
corner of her book and closed it, placing it on the coffee table.

After a moment, he answered Andrea.

"Who?"

"Leigh and Kate. You didn't give them to Nicole's father, did you?"

The Timeman laughed, and entered the room. He settled into the sofa
with Monique, who pulled her feet back as far as she could to avoid
contact. Nicole looked up worriedly and closed her book. He didn't
remember picking up the book Nicole was reading -- a copy of
Shakespeare's sonnets.

"No, they should be safe. They're with him, yes, but I suspect that
he's the one that will regret it."

"He's dangerous. Please don't leave them with him. I'll go back, if
you need someone to play with him," Nicole said quietly.

"You can't go back. He'd kill you -- handcuffs or no."

Nicole paled, and slowly, painfully, pushed herself into a seated
position.

Abruptly, he rose, and paced out to the small bathroom in the main
entranceway. In it, he poked through some drawers and emerged with a
bottle of Tylenol. He returned to the living room.

He crouched in front of Nicole, and held out the bottle.

"I don't want to kill myself," Nicole said. "Not yet."

He laughed, and reached out. She stiffened when he grasped her
handcuffed wrists, but then allowed him to turn over her right hand.
She grimaced at the marks there -- they seeped slowly, but he
suspected that they looked worse than they were. He shook two pills
into her right palm, and then closed her fingers around them.

"Thank-you," Nicole said. Before he could stop the girl, she popped
the pills into her mouth, and dry swallowed them. She gagged, but
then smiled.

"I was going to get you a glass of water," he remarked as he rose.

Nicole shrugged. "He never let me take them with anything, if he
even allowed me to have them. I think he wanted me to taste the
bitterness." She paused for a moment. "I did."

He nodded. "I'm not him."

"I know that."

He sighed and pushed himself up. Without a word, he left the girls,
and wandered into the kitchen. In the fridge, he found a case of
root beer. He extracted four cans, and returned to them with the
root beer cradled in his arms.

"What do I have to do to get that?" Andrea breathed, her eyes rooted
to the cans of pop.

"Well, I was going to pour it on Monique and have you lick it out of
her belly button."

Andrea held her ground, her eyes never leaving the cans cradled in
his hands.

"I will. You know that."

He nodded. "Perhaps, some day I'll have you do it, too."

He held out one of the cans to the blonde girl. Andrea hesitated.

"I don't have to do anything?"

"Are you thirsty?"

The girl nodded. As far as he knew, she hadn't had anything to drink
since he'd taken her. It seemed long ago and far away.

"Take it. No strings."

She looked confused momentarily, but then extended her small hand
and took the can. She opened it deftly and sipped slowly from it.
She sighed.

He distributed the other two cans to Nicole and Monique. He drained
his in one quick swallow.

"Do you know how long it's been since I've been allowed anything but
tap water?" Nicole breathed.

He shook his head.

"I don't think he ever let me drink anything but water and milk. And
I think the only reason he made me drink milk was to keep my bones
strong so he wouldn't break them as easily. I didn't mind, this
stuff is hell on the system, but water gets dull."

"Enjoy it."

He returned to the archway and watched the girls drinking more
slowly than he had. They were beautiful arranged around the room.
None of them really paid him any attention.

"I don't suppose you'd let us free," Monique asked quietly.

"I need to have a shower," he said simply.

Monique nodded, as if he'd answered her. Perhaps, he had. She
sighed, and picked up her book. He watched as her body moved, so
exposed, so helpless, so simple. The girl didn't even notice his
attention. Instead, she opened the book at the page she had marked,
and began to read, her eyes tracking down the paragraphs. As he
finally turned towards the staircase, Andrea's voice called to him.

"Do you want company?"

He was about to refuse, but on impulse, he returned to the room, and
released her ankle. The girl raised her eyebrows, but quickly
scrambled to her feet. She winked at Monique, as if to say: "I don't
understand, but I told you so."

Silently, she walked ahead of him, her nudity seemingly not
bothering her. She opened the door to the bathroom, and motioned him
in. After a second of hesitation, he slipped into the bathroom, and
she followed, slowly closing the door.

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

Her fingers deftly unbuttoned the clasps on his shirt as he watched.
Gently, Andrea pushed the fabric from his shoulders and it fluttered
to the floor. He stopped her as she began to release the button on
his jeans.

"You don't seem to be worried about not wearing clothing."

Andrea looked up, and let go of his pants.

"Don't you want me to see you naked?" she asked. "Seems unfair."

He ignored her comment. "No. You. You don't seem to care about me
taking your clothing away."

Andrea smiled, and backed up until she rested against the counter.
"Should I be? Am I ugly?"

He smiled. "Quite the reverse. But the other girls don't like being
naked all the time."

Andrea laughed. "I'd prefer to wear clothes, but since you obviously
aren't going to let us, I don't worry about it. This is me. We're
all naked under the bits of cloth that we drape around us. We're all
naked, vulnerable human beings underneath. Even you."

"You don't care that I can look at you anytime I want."

"I seem to be at your mercy, and there isn't much I can do about
it."

"You don't have to offer to shower with me."

Andrea smiled. "Maybe I want to."

He nodded slowly. She waited a moment to see if he would regale her
again with more questions, but when none appeared, she moved forward
again. He stopped her fingers again as she began to unbutton his
jeans.

"Don't tell me that you're shy," Andrea murmured.

He laughed, though in truth, the girl wasn't far off the mark.

"I won't laugh, even if it's small. I suspect it wouldn't be good
for my hide."

"I don't think you'll laugh."

"Do you want me to leave?" Andrea said. Her tone was serious, though
there was a sparkle in her eye. "Would you feel better if you bound
my hands?" She glanced around as if looking for a pair of handcuffs.

He shook his head, and then released her fingers. Andrea nodded, and
then pulled at his jeans, pushing them in one motion to his ankles.
He kicked off his shoes, and then leaned down to pull off his socks.
He stood in his boxers in front of the naked girl. She looked at him
questioningly.

"You've made all of us strip for you -- it's your turn, now. And
it's only me." She cocked her head to the side. "I have to be naked
in front of the whole damn world."

"Maybe I should just shower alone."

She laughed lightly. "I'll leave, but are you serious?" She pointed
at herself, her fingers tracing her nipples that were beginning to
become more erect as she spoke. "A naked girl is offering to shower
with you. It's not like I need one. I just took one, with Monique.
Remember? You chained me to her? Made me wash her? If I can wash
another woman, I can wash you."

He sighed, and making a decision pushed the last remaining clothing
to the floor. He stepped out of the boxers. Andrea glanced down
once, a small smile gracing her lips. But it wasn't mirth, and it
wasn't mocking. She lifted her eyes purposely to his, and held out
her hand.

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

The water felt wonderful across his shoulders, and her fingers
kneading the soap into his skin felt heavenly. He moaned.

He looked down, not surprised at his penis. As the water had run
over the two of them, and she'd brushed against him, the desire of
the last couple of days had surfaced in a rush of blood below. He
throbbed, and knew that it wouldn't take more than a few gentle
touches and he would explode. But it wasn't time, and he regretted
it. Hormones rushed through him, and he idly wondered if time
manipulation caused a physiological release of hormones into the
bloodstream. It might account for his increased sexual tension while
inhabiting this domain. Idly, he wondered if the girls felt the
same thing. He hadn't allowed any of them release since he'd taken
them. He'd teased them, forced other girls to tease them, but never
quite let them climax.

His penis throbbed.

"Andrea?"

"Yes?" Her fingers worked shampoo into his hair as she stood beneath
the waterfall behind him.

"Forgive me for asking, but how is your sex drive?"

"Are you asking if I'd normally offer to take a shower with the guy
who stripped me, held me at gunpoint, and kidnapped me in a
different time zone?"

Slowly, he turned, brushing shampoo from his brow.

"I suppose. Are you finding yourself more aroused than normal since
I unfroze you?"

The girl stepped back. "That's a hard question for a naked girl in a
shower with a naked guy. Look, I've been tied up, stripped naked,
essentially in public, surrounded by other naked women nearly
constantly. I think it's natural. So yes, I've been more -- sexually
interested."

"Is that why you offered to shower with me?"

Andrea slowly shook her head. "No. I offered because I thought that
you'd enjoy having some female company in here. Don't you?"

Her hair plastered to the top of her head, and beaded over her skin.
The effect was tantalising.

"Yes," he nodded. "But I'm not expecting anything from you. You
realise that, right?"

Andrea sighed. "Why don't you rape us? We can't do much to stop you.
Hell, you could tie us to beds and rape each of us twice, in turn.
But you don't."

"No. I don't."

"Why?"

"I'm not sure I can explain it."

Andrea seemed satisfied with that. She stepped forward and seemed to
purposely press her bare breasts into his chest. For a moment, he
stood there, enjoying the sensations. Her hand dropped to cup his
groin, and he moaned, his voice mixing with the shower.

He felt her drop, settling to her knees in front of him. He touched
the top of her head, and she looked up questioningly.

"I don't have to do this."

"Do you want to?"

"I might," she said evenly.

Slowly, he nodded.

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Her lips slid along the length of him, her tongue a fluttering
satin. Her fingers tickled him, in all the right places. But, it was
wrong for him, or she was purposely postponing his release.
Honestly, it felt like the latter. He pressed forward into the
depths of her mouth. She moaned, and he cried out.

He approached the edge of the chasm that was about to claim him. She
sighed around him, and bobbed her head one last time. Expertly, she
provided just the right amount of suction around him.

With a cry, he touched her wet hair, withdrawing. His penis pulsed,
and cried out in unfulfilled agony.

"You don't need to do this," he whispered.

She looked up at him from below, a puzzled expression on her face.

"Didn't you like it? I've been told I'm not too bad at this ..."

"No, Andrea, you are good." She smiled in some sort of satisfaction.
She reached for him again, but he stepped back, and brushed
her fingers from him. She glanced up, hurt, but then resignedly
pushed herself up to stand under the shower. She made no attempt to
keep the water from cascading down her face.

"Don't all men want that? A naked woman on her knees?"

"Most do."

"Don't you? Wasn't I good enough for you?"

"Yes, and you were."

She paused for a moment, as if considering whether to ask her next
question. He waited patiently. At last she spoke, though her voice
was uncharacteristically timid.

"Are you gay?"

He laughed easily, and her face fell into a careful relief.

"Would I have this, if I were gay?" He pointed at his erection which
still throbbed uncomfortably between his legs. "Why would I choose
girls to keep around naked and handcuffed?"

She pursed her lips, as if these things hadn't really occurred to
her before. But he didn't believe that. Andrea was too -- worldly --
to have really believed that he was homosexual.

"Then why push me away like that? I'm naked. I'm female. I'm here.
And I'm willing."

"Are you willing?"

She cocked her head to the side and stepped from the spray. He
could see her mind whirling, psycho-analysing him.

"You think you're raping me?"

"It's not like you're here by choice."

"I asked if you wanted company. I offered. I sank to my own damn
knees for you. I didn't see you pushing me down. I'm not wearing
your handcuffs. It's not like your gun is in here with us."

"It's still not right."

"What is right here?" she asked quietly. "Is it right to keep women
chained up, naked, against their will? Monique doesn't want to be
here. Kate and Leigh, I'm not sure about, but I'd be willing to bet
that they'd prefer clothing, and perhaps a few less ropes holding
them down."

"What about you?"

"Me?"

"Do you want to be here?"

"I am."

"That's not an answer."

Instead of answering, she glanced out beyond the glass enclosure of
the shower.

"Maybe if I get you to have sex, maybe you'll be easier to get along
with. Maybe you won't need to hurt them as much."

"I see. I'm not in the mood to hurt anyone tonight. You must know
that."

"How could I know that? How do I know that you won't change your
mind the first time Monique inadvertently forgets her place, and
insults you? How do I know that you won't change your mind if Kate
steps on your toes? Or Leigh spills a glass of wine on your shirt?
Or I say the word 'fuck' when you don't want to hear a girl
cursing?"

He stood silent. Water splashed through the quiet.

"Look," Andrea said as she turned to face him. "I'm here. You
obviously want sex. I'm here, and whether you believe it or not, I'm
willing -- at least in my own mind. I'm a liberal girl. I've
experimented. Do you think that you are the first guy to ask me to
wear handcuffs? Or walk around without my clothes? I'm in college
for Christ's sake. I experiment. I don't mind having sex with you --
I might even enjoy it. Scratch that, you're the only guy on the damn
planet. I'd almost definitely enjoy it. You asked me yourself. I
wasn't lying. My hormones are coursing through me. You can tie me
down, if that turns your crank. I don't care." She paused for a
moment. Slowly, without waiting for an invitation, she lowered
herself to her knees again. This time, on her way down, she
purposely slipped his hardness between her wet breasts, and pressed
them together. He slipped through, gasping. She touched him again
with her tongue. "I'll never love you -- I have to be honest -- but
that doesn't mean we can't have each other. Satisfy some of those
driving urges of yours. We have to keep you happy, and I honestly
don't mind. I'll beg, if that's what you want." She slipped her lips
over his penis again, and pumped. "Please?"

He concentrated on her motion for a moment, the chasm widening, and
drawing near in a matter of two downward strokes. She wasn't teasing
any longer, her fingers stroking in just the right places. With a
cry, he pushed her head again, and stepped back.

She lowered herself, under the water. She looked small and almost
pathetic. She lowered her face into her hands, and her shoulders
shook twice. After a moment, she raised her eyes, and pushed herself
to her feet.

"Anytime you want to reconsider, I'll be here. Where else will I
go?"

He nodded, bent and kissed her wet cheek. "I appreciate the gesture.
It's just not right. Not now."

"Fuck one of them, or more of them," Andrea said quietly. "You'll
end up hurting someone if you don't. Monique doesn't want you, but
she would fuck you if you asked. Both Kate and Leigh would have sex
with you in an instant." He looked at Andrea skeptically. "If you
don't want me, please, choose someone. I don't want anyone raped any
more than you, but if you ask, and they say yes, it's better than
what will happen if you let this," and she reached forward to gently
stroke up his penis, "control you."

"Kate and Leigh would both consider it rape. They'd have sex, I
think, but they'd consider it rape."

"At one point they would have, but not now. Especially after seeing
Nicole -- seeing real rape up close and personal." Slowly, he shook
his head in disbelief. Andrea smiled. "You'll see," she said.

She reached forward and touched him one last time. He closed his
eyes, and moaned. She withdrew. When he opened his eyes, she spoke
again, dropping her voice into a husky timbre.

"Having sex with me doesn't mean losing control, you know ..."

She reached past him, and turned off the shower. The flow stopped
obediently, and was replaced by a fast drip from above his head.

Then she turned and pushed open the door, her skin sliding against
his. Holding out her hand, she led him from the enclosure, and
shivering, dried him before herself.

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

He helped dry Andrea, and she let him. Using the hairbrush, he
brushed out her blonde tresses, and instead of pulling it back into
a ponytail, and hiding it under her cap, Andrea looked up at him.

"You prefer it loose, don't you?"

"What makes you say that?"

"All the other girls have their hair loose. Monique said that you
made her pull out her bun. She was wearing it up when you took her."

Andrea lowered the security cap to the counter and shook her head.

"I'll go natural for a while, if that's okay with you." Her hair
felt light and clean upon her shoulders.

He nodded slowly, bending to pick up his clothing. He slipped on the
clothes, and then stood before her barefoot, his hair still damp.

"Touch me?" she asked.

Before he could consider what he was doing, he reached up to cup her
left breast. Andrea sighed, but stood still while he gently stroked
her clean skin. She gasped as his fingers teased her vaginal lips,
and then slipped inside, only once.

When he withdrew, she trembled, willing her hands to her sides to
prevent them from continuing what he'd started.

She sighed.

"I'm not allowed to climax either? Will you let me masturbate?"

He smiled. "Maybe later."

She shrugged, but her body ached. She couldn't admit to him that she
actually did want sex -- desperately. Instead, she tried to will the
sensations and demands from her body away -- not very successfully.

Slowly, she bent and picked up his shoes and socks. Carrying them in
one hand, she held out her other. He took it.

Fingers entwined, she led him back down to the living room. There,
she didn't protest as he returned the steel bracelet to her ankle,
and she relaxed back into the pillows of the sofa. She sighed once,
her body aching. She watched him, as he ensured that Nicole was
comfortable enough, and Monique didn't need anything.

Then he walked from the room, without so much as a backward glance.


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