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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [122/157] (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 122

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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The Timeman abruptly rose to his feet and paced down the table. The
girls had finished eating and were quietly talking, mostly relating
various aches and pains in their limbs from the uncomfortable night
in bonds. For her part, Leigh's arms ached a little, but overall,
she didn't feel incapable of moving.

The Timeman stopped behind Andrea, and stood with his arms clasped
behind him. In a way, he looked almost like the girls did, when they
were bound with their hands behind their backs. Of course, he
wasn't naked, nor truly restrained, and he wore a smile, or a smirk,
upon his face that Leigh really didn't care for.

(Watch out, Andrea.)

Slowly, Andrea turned, her blonde ponytail swivelling as she looked
up from her chair to the Timeman.

"Can I do anything for you?" she asked. She didn't seem overly
frightened, but Leigh could tell from the set of her jaw that she
was uneasy. Leigh would be uneasy if their captor was standing
behind her, silent.

"Stand," he said.

Without hesitation, Andrea stood, her bare body unfolding, and then
standing, one hand resting easily on the back of the chair upon
which she had been sitting.

"Are you going to hurt me?" Andrea asked. She still didn't seem
frightened, but Leigh was frightened enough for both of them.

Slowly, he shook his head, and reach towards the table, brushing
past Andrea as he did. She stepped back to avoid his arm brushing
across her bared breasts. She needn't have bothered. He wasn't
purposely brushing her skin.

Some of the girls, Leigh noticed, had eaten their eggs with ketchup.
When she had been small, Leigh had eaten her scrambled eggs that
way, too, enjoying the tang that the tomatoes lent to the meal.
Andrea, and Kate had both poured small amounts onto their plates, as
had the Timeman. It was this oversized squeeze bottle that he
reached for, and then held up to Andrea's face, the cap still open.

Andrea tilted her head questioningly.

"What? Do you want me to take this back to the kitchen?"

He laughed, then held it out to her. Slowly, carefully, she took it
from his fingers, holding it out in front of her, but a distance
from her bare belly.

"Not into the kitchen."

Andrea looked confused, but still not frightened.

After a moment, almost as though he were tortured by the need to
make a decision, he sighed.

"Pour it over yourself."

"What?"

"You heard me. Pour it over yourself."

"What? Why?"

Her voice wasn't angry, or frightened, but merely puzzled.

"Do I have to hurt Monique? Or Kate? Or Leigh before you do it?"

Leigh paled at the mention of her name, but the notable absence of
Nicole's name spoke volumes.

Andrea swallowed heavily. "Of course, not. There's no need to hurt
anyone. It's only ketchup. I'll do whatever you want. You know that.
I just wanted to know why."

"I doesn't matter. It wouldn't make sense to you."

Leigh believed that. She couldn't understand it either. Why make a
naked, cooperative girl dirty herself with ketchup? It made no
sense at all.

"On your knees."

Andrea swallowed -- Leigh could see her throat muscles working in
harmony. Without protest, the blonde girl slipped to her knees,
still holding the bottle of ketchup upright between both hands. Her
hands seemed small and delicate upon the plastic of the bottle.

"Please, why?"

He crouched, and whispered something to her. Andrea nodded, and then
closed her eyes. As he rose back to his feet, she held the bottle
over her head, and then, with only the barest moment of hesitation,
she pressed. A thin jet of ketchup fell into her hair. Leigh watched
as a single tear traced down the girl's cheek, only to be
obliterated as Andrea brought the stream across her face, then
across her breasts, and down her bare belly to pool in her belly
button.

She set the bottle down on the tiles between her knees, then used
her hands to rub the red mixture deeply into her hair, then into her
breasts and across her belly. The acrid smell of vinegar wafted to
Leigh's nose, and she closed her eyes for a moment.

It wasn't so much that Andrea had to endure the feelings of the food
across her skin, but that she had been forced to do it to herself.
Leigh shuddered. Given the same situation, would she have poured the
red goo over her head? She didn't know. She didn't know what the
Timeman had said to Andrea to make her do it without further
question. But Leigh suspected that she would. Ketchup was relatively
harmless in the grand scheme of things. If pressed, Leigh would
have done the same, she was nearly sure.

Andrea continued to spread the ketchup over her bare skin. Dots of
red decorated her bare thighs, and her cheeks were smeared with it,
almost giving her a Native charm. Even through the chaos upon her
body, she still emanated femininity and grace.

"Good enough?" she asked. Her voice was steady, but she consciously
seemed to be avoiding the other girl's eyes. She was looking at the
Timeman.

"Hold out your hands."

Andrea obeyed, her hands dripping in red, almost looking like blood.

"Kate?" he called slowly.

Leigh glanced across the table, as Kate rose from her chair.

"Please, no," Kate whispered.

The Timeman laughed easily, and motioned her over. As Kate rounded
the head of the table and passed Leigh, she trailed her fingers
across the nape of Leigh's neck. Leigh nearly cried out, but managed
to stifle it. The Timeman flashed her an odd look, but seemed to
ignore the gesture, if he'd even seen it.

Kate stood by him, her eyes downcast, inspecting her toes.

"Please, I don't want to do that," Kate said, her voice falling
easily into a begging tone.

He laughed again.

"Knees."

Kate flashed him another pleading look, but lowered herself to her
knees.

"Andrea saved you a breast whipping, for now."

Kate blanched for a second, but then recovered. She stole a glance
at Andrea and mouthed a thank-you to the red covered girl. Then she
looked back up at her captor.

"Why are you doing this? We've been cooperative. We've done
everything you asked. Even cooked you a nice breakfast. Please."

"Preparation," he said simply. It made no sense to Leigh, and she
was sure that Kate was similarly mystified by the comment. He
continued, ignoring her pleading eyes. "Hold your hands behind your
back. I don't want to tie them there, yet, but I don't want them to
move. Understand?"

Silently, Kate moved her hands behind her bare back, lightly
clasping them together of her own accord, fingers interlaced.
Andrea's hands wavered in front of Kate.

"Lick her fingers clean."

"Ewww." Kate whispered.

"Lick her fingers clean. I don't want her to soil the walls when I
allow you two to shower. Understand?"

"Ever heard of a napkin?" Kate said.

He laughed, and Leigh let her breath out, sure that he was going to
punish Kate for the offhand comment. Perhaps he still would, but it
didn't appear that he was willing to do it immediately.

"You, my dear, are the napkin. Now, do I have to hurt Andrea to make
you do what I ask? I can start by squeezing her nipples. Surely not.
Not the girl that saved you from considerable discomfort."

Kate flashed him a look of displeasure, but leaned forward and began
to clean Andrea's hands, one finger at a time, the pink of her
tongue flashing over and between Andrea's reddened fingers. She
grimaced through it, but managed to clean Andrea's hands as well as
any cat. When Andrea's hands were devoid of red to the wrist, he
motioned the girls to their feet.

Andrea glanced down at herself and shivered.

"Please, can we shower, now? God, please? I can't stand this much
longer." She raised her hands towards her now red stained hair, but
stopped short realising perhaps that Kate would need to lick her
hands clean again, if she touched herself.

He made them stand there for a full five minutes, until a tear
traced through the red of Andrea's cheeks. Then he let them go with
a dismissive wave.

Both Kate and Andrea fairly ran for the doorway, as soon as he
turned from them.

The Timeman returned to his seat with a goofy grin across his
features. Without being bidden, Leigh stood and began to clear the
table. Monique joined her, and only the Timeman's words brought
Leigh's head up to see that Nicole had struggled to help, as well.

"Nicole, sit down."

The injured girl slowly shook her head.

"Please, I'd like to help. Leigh made a wonderful breakfast, and
it's the least I can do. It doesn't hurt that much, and I have a
feeling that clearing dishes will be easier than what you are going
to expect from all of us later today."

Her words brought a kind of foreshadowing across Leigh's mind, and
suddenly she was sure of it, too. They would be tested today. She
didn't understand what, how or why, but there was a difference
today. Something not quite right. His seemingly random actions with
Andrea and Kate pushed doubt into her mind. The Timeman seemed
almost preoccupied, tormenting Andrea and Kate more from a desire to
keep the girls off balance, and confused -- almost by rote -- than
any sexually motivated desire. No doubt, he was aroused by the
control of the women, but the seemingly disjointed, undeserved
torment -- random torment -- had purpose. Of that Leigh was sure. He
hadn't hurt Andrea or Kate, merely reminded them -- all of them --
who was in charge of this strange world. She hoped that she'd
survive whatever was in store for her -- that all the girls would
survive. Somehow, glancing at Monique and Nicole, and seeing the
running images of Andrea and Kate in her mind's eye, she knew they'd
all survive. Somehow.

The Timeman shrugged, and didn't insist with Nicole. Neither did he
offer to help clear -- but then, Leigh supposed, why else have an
entourage of naked females around if not to do all the work. She
fought the bitterness down, and concentrated on the task before her.
One task at a time. One task at a time.

As she bent to pick up the strangely lighter bottle of ketchup from
the floor, all she could see was red. Red on her breasts. Red on
her belly. And red on her fingers.

At least she hoped they'd survive. Somehow.


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