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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [112/157] (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 112

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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"What's for dinner," he asked as he strode into the kitchen.

The girls turned, surprised at his entrance. Kate stepped forward,
her voice small.

"It's a surprise. Please don't look."

He smelled garlic and yeast. He shrugged, and backed away from the
stove, where a large pot bubbled. Leigh interjected her bare body
between him and the pot. She smiled and lifted her bound hands.

"It's damn difficult cooking with these."

He settled into a kitchen chair and set the two dark coloured boxes
on the table in front of them. Kate's eyes flit to the boxes, but
then returned to his face. He motioned the girl forward.

She stepped towards him, a look of pleased surprise crossing her
face as he released her wrists from the chains. Leigh bent and
brushed his cheek as he released hers.

The pot hissed, and Leigh scampered back to the stove, lifting the
lid and stirring the contents. She glanced over her shoulder.

"Thank you for releasing our hands. It'll help a lot. But if that's
all ..." She apparently didn't want to outright ask him to leave,
but rather supplied a strong hint.

"In a minute, Leigh," he said quietly. "Can you come here for a few
minutes?"

Leigh sighed, and reached towards the stove, jumping as a jet of
stream kissed her bare arm. She turned down the front burners, and
then turned to join Kate beside the Timeman.

"Dinner is going to be even later?"

"Cranky?" he asked her.

Kate gave a small laugh. "She used icing sugar instead of flour.
The first batch was sweeeeeet."

He grinned as Leigh scowled at Kate. After a moment, Leigh's frown
broke and she smiled as well. She turned back towards the Timeman.

"What do you want, anyway? Everyone, that is all the girls, are
hungry. Aren't you?"

He nodded, patting his stomach lightly. "What if I don't like the
food? Are you sure you want to keep it a surprise?"

Leigh licked her lips, then answered. "If you don't like it, I'm
sure you'll eat some ice cream, and then punish us all by making us
eat it, or go without. Whatever strikes your fancy at the time."

He nodded, and tried to hide a grin. She knew exactly what he would
do. But she seemed willing to take the chance.

He reached for the boxes, peeked inside, then handed one box to
Kate, and the other to Leigh. The girls took the boxes from him
without comment, or opening them.

"What is this?"

"A present. I want you to wear it tonight."

Kate looked at him skeptically. "What are they? Lingerie? Leather
and cuffs?"

He laughed and leaned back in the chair.

"Just open them."

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

Leigh gasped first, then extracted the gown from the box.

"You've got to be kidding."

Kate echoed the sentiment as she held hers up to her bare skin. Her
pale skin shimmered beside the black fabric.

"You're going to let us dress?" Leigh looked back at him with
suspicion. "In these?"

"I insist on it," he said quietly.

"Why? I didn't think you'd ever let us have clothes back."

He shrugged. "It's just for dinner."

"Do you have any idea how expensive these are? Where did you get
them?"

"Monique picked them, and expense isn't exactly an issue."

Leigh eyed him again. "The others?"

"What others?"

"Monique, and Andrea, and Nicole?"

"They'll remain as they are. The gowns are for you and Kate."

"No."

Even Kate turned to regard Leigh.

"No?" he said, an edge rising into his voice. Leigh paled a little,
but held the gown away from her bare skin, offering it back to the
Timeman.

"I can't," Leigh said quietly. "If you aren't going to let the rest
of them dress, I'd feel ... odd wearing it."

Kate turned and did the same, holding her dress out to him.

He laughed and reached out, pressing the gowns back towards them.

"You misunderstand, girls, this isn't an option. I want you to wear
them as much as I enforce nudity the rest of the time. You'll wear
them because I told you to, not because you want, or don't want to."

Leigh swallowed, and then nodded her head. Kate continued to hold
the dress out. When he didn't take it, she dropped it in a crumpled
heap on the floor.

He rose, without looking at the clothing. He flashed them a quick
smile.

"I'll bring the other girls into the dining room in fifteen minutes.
Seriously, the others won't mind, dress, and enjoy it."

At the last moment, he spun and regarded Leigh. The girl held his
gaze for a moment, then lowered her eyes. He approached her again,
taking her right hand. She looked up as he pressed a bottle into her
fingers and wrapped them around it. Her eyes widened.

"Where? I'd nearly forgotten about that."

"Wear it if you want."

The purple bottle from a locker that she'd nearly forgotten
shimmered in her palm. Poison. The soft fumes tickled her nose, even
though the bottle remained capped. This bottle, that she'd scrimped
and saved for. It wasn't exactly as she'd supposed it would be used,
but she nodded slowly, neither promising to wear the perfume, or
denying it.

He turned and pushed through the door. It swung back with a
creak, and Kate and Leigh turned to look at each other with puzzled
expressions.

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

The fabric kissed her skin like a prince, the gown falling modestly
to her bare ankles. She was sure that it would look odd without
shoes, but even barefoot, she felt more human with the cloth draping
her body. She adjusted the straps, and then turned. Kate stood
blushing, the strapless gown fitting her body perfectly. Kate didn't
need a bra, and gravity refused to tug the black fabric from her
body. It swirled around her when she walked.

Leigh's heart hammered for a moment, and Kate returned her smile
like the school girl that she was.

"I don't think I've worn anything but jeans in years."

"You look like you're ready for the prom."

Kate laughed easily. Her red hair danced around her shoulders
contrasting with the gown. She smiled and twirled.

Without thinking, Leigh stepped forward, and stopped Kate as she
launched into her second spin, her hands light upon Kate's
shoulders. Kate looked up, her eyes suddenly moist with happiness at
being dressed, and flushed from her exertions.

Without a word, Leigh kissed her, her lips falling easily onto
Kate's. After a moment's stunned hesitation, Kate kissed back, her
tongue tickling Leigh's lips.

With a gasp, Kate broke the kiss and quickly turned away.

"I haven't either," Leigh said quietly. "Worn anything but jeans."

Kate turned back, her face flushed. She laughed easily, not
concerned about the intimate gesture of a moment before.

"I'm not wearing any panties, Leigh," she said with a smirk.

"Neither am I. Neither am I."

With that, Leigh turned with a quick sigh towards the stove and
turned back up the burners. The pot was boiling again in a few
minutes, and she almost forgot about the kiss. Almost.

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

The Timeman sat at the head of the table. The chairs to either side
of him were vacant. Nicole sat alone on the left side of the table,
her hands clasped easily upon the white linen tablecloth. Monique
and Andrea sat quietly beside one another down the right side of the
table. Expensive looking china sat in front of all places, though
only his place was graced with knife and fork.

Andrea sighed, but other than that sound, the room was silent.

He looked up as Kate swept through the doorway holding a large bowl,
her fingers protected by a dishcloth. Andrea's eyes widened as she
noticed the evening gown, but Monique only smiled a little.

Kate set the steaming bowl in front of him, and picked up the
serving spoons buried under the pasta. Efficiently, she heaped pasta
onto his plate until he motioned for her that she'd served enough.

"Sir?" she whispered. "May I serve the girls, as well? Or shall we
wait for you?"

"Of course, the girls are as hungry as I am. This smells heavenly."
Kate smiled, and began to place smaller amounts of the pasta on each
girl's plate.

When he looked up, he saw Leigh standing in evening glory holding a
bottle of wine and a box of matches. Her eyes questioned his, and he
nodded.

She moved towards the hutch, and sifted through the glassware,
crystal clinking softly. She placed a single glass in front of him,
and looked perplexedly at the bottle. He gently took the bottle from
her, and placed it beside her plate. Poison wafted gently from her
skin.

"I think the girls need glasses, too, don't you?"

Leigh looked surprised for a moment, then smiled. "You're going to
let us drink wine? I was going to serve water for us."

"I think you all deserve wine, don't you?"

Leigh flushed and nodded. "But, Kate and I, and probably Nicole,
we're ..."

He laughed. "You're worried about being underage?"

Leigh flushed, and then took a step backward. "I suppose not."

"One glass each. That's all. All right?"

Leigh nodded. Kate finished spooning out the pasta. When she
straightened, she looked worried. She whispered to Leigh, but the
Timeman could hear her.

"We should have thought about this. How are we supposed to eat?"

"Eat?"

"Without cutlery." She turned to look pleadingly at the Timeman.
She raised her voice a little. Her hands rose to play with the
neckline of her gown.

"Sir? Can I ... can I take off the gown, now?"

He regarded her without answering.

"I. I don't want to get it dirty, and I will if I have to eat with
my fingers. I'm not complaining, not at all, I'll put it back on
after dinner if you want. I just don't want to be punished for
ruining it. Please."

He sighed and leaned back in his chair. The garlic from the pasta
tickled his nose, and his belly rumbled.

"Get forks and spoons for the girls. I don't want you all to have
burned fingers, either."

Kate stood stunned for a moment, then recovered. Impulsively, she
bent and kissed him, her lips brushed his, sending shivers down him.
Then she was gone, her bare feet whispering below the gown, as she
hurried back to the kitchen.

"Thank you," she whispered as she disappeared though the doorway.

Leigh stood at the end of the table. She slowly shook out the match.
Two long tapered candles burned, sending swirls of smoke up towards
the chandelier. She stepped over to the switch and dialled down the
light. Then she joined Kate in the kitchen for a moment.

He glanced around the table. In the flickering light of the candles,
he could almost believe that the remaining girls weren't nude, that
they sat there watching their plates almost as if they were seated
in a fancy restaurant.

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

Kate brushed through the doorway, forks and spoons clutched in her
fist. She distributed the cutlery quickly. Andrea reached for hers
almost immediately, but then drew her hand back and dropped it into
her lap. Kate settled into her seat on the left, beside Nicole, with
a sigh.

She breathed in the scent off the pasta.

"Leigh's having trouble finding a corkscrew," she whispered.

He nodded, and waited quietly. In a moment, Leigh returned carrying
a large bowl of salad, and a corkscrew. She handed the corkscrew to
the Timeman, and then began distributing the salad.

Without comment, he worked the corkscrew into the cork, and pulled
it free. When he began to pour, Kate stopped him. She rose with a
smile, and retrieved the bottle. It was a dry white wine, by the
label, and she poured his glass first. Then half glasses of the
remainder for all the girls.

After they settled, he glanced around at them. The girls watched
him, waiting quietly. He debated telling them to start, but then
nodded and quickly tasted it. The pasta melted in his mouth, and the
wine complemented it perfectly. He smiled.

"It's wonderful, Leigh."

The girl beamed, and reached for her fork and spoon.

"Thank-you," she murmured.

Soon, the sounds of eating and sighs of satisfaction filled the
room.

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

It was as if he weren't there, that this was a private dinner
attended by two girls in evening dress, and three without clothing.
He leaned back, sipping at his second glass of wine while the girls
ignored him, and their odd state of dress, and talked unabashedly.

Nicole was talking about her experiences, her voice remarkably
steady.

"... and he made me crawl under the table, doing his friends, women,
men, it didn't really matter ... my tongue ached after that ..."

Monique answered, almost gaily. "I'll bet. I know what that's like."

Nicole continued. "He made me crawl regularly, all day. Raped me
continuously. When he ran out of steam, he used a vibrator until I
begged for mercy. I didn't get any, but I think he stopped when I
passed out. Perhaps not. I'll never know."

The other girls were staring at her, unbridled sympathy naked upon
their faces. Nicole shifted a little uncomfortably.

"This is killing the mood," she said. "But you all asked."

Kate nodded her head. "I don't mind." She sounded like she wanted to
justify something, and it had been done.

Nicole nodded and sipped from her glass, draining it. Her hand
shook slightly, though only the Timeman seemed to notice. He reached
forward with the bottle and emptied the remainder into Nicole's
glass. She stared at it for a moment, then raised her eyes
questioningly.

"I thought ..."

"I changed my mind," he replied. "Have as much as you want. I
wouldn't get drunk. Hangovers here seem worse than on the main
timeline."

Nicole nodded, sipped once from her glass, then spoke again. It was
painfully obvious that she wanted to change the subject.

"What have you got planned for us tonight?" she asked demurely.

Leigh excused herself from the table, and moved quietly towards the
kitchen.

"Whatever you want to do. I don't have anything strenuous planned
for tonight."

"You aren't going to tie us up?"

He laughed. "I didn't promise that."

Nicole nodded as if that were understood, and then continued to talk
to the others. He tuned them out until Leigh returned to stand at his
chair. She picked up the corkscrew and began to twist it into the
new bottle of wine that she held in her hands. He turned as she
grunted in dismay. Silently, he took the bottle from her hands, and
she returned to her seat to join the discussions. He popped the cork
and refilled his own glass. Leigh refused, as did Kate. Monique took
a second glass, and Andrea stopped him after hers was only half
full.

"A movie," Monique said to him. He roused himself to pay attention
to the girls.

"A movie?"

"Nicole says that there are a number of DVDs around -- that her
father bought a bunch."

He shrugged, and Monique smiled and nodded. He tuned out again.

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

"... I never got along with my parents ..."

"... my first time? When I was fourteen. His name was Jackson ..."

"... considered suicide? Coward's way. I couldn't ..."

"... I hated them, I'm not sure I do anymore ..."

"... nine years old. Breasts. These ..."

"... Jennifer Jones. I hated her ..."

"... home ..."

His eyes began to close, as the girls' voices surrounded him.


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