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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [121/157] (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 121

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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"Eggs," Kate said firmly. Leigh sat quietly to the side, watching
the conversation and trying to remember to keep her legs tightly
together. The Timeman pursed his lips, and shrugged. "I can cook
eggs, I think." Kate hesitated for a moment, then a look of pleading
entered her eyes as she remembered her position.

"Can we eat breakfast, too? Or are you going to make us eat oatmeal
or something?"

He laughed easily. He seemed to be in an agreeable mood. Leigh
swallowed heavily, nervous for a moment. When he was nice to them,
it generally meant that he would offset it with harsher play later.
Her breasts tingled, but she watched his face.

He smiled and nodded. "You can all eat the same breakfast. Bacon
and eggs. Okay? Can you cook that?"

Kate nodded once, and swivelled, pushing her bare legs off the bed,
to stand.

She turned. She raked her right hand through her tresses.

"Can I take a shower first?"

Slowly, he shook his head. Leigh gazed at him, again nervous. He
should want them clean and presentable, shouldn't he? Why didn't he
want Kate to shower before breakfast? She didn't know, but
suspected there would be a reason, even if she couldn't fathom it
immediately.

Kate looked almost like she was about to cry, something as simple as
a shower denied affecting her. Control. Her voice dropped into an
almost petulant tone.

"Please? I feel grimy. I need a shower. You want us to look pretty
don't you? I'll take one with someone else, if you don't trust me.
I'll shower with Leigh, if she doesn't mind."

Leigh surveyed herself. Yes, she could use a shower, too. The warm
water over her shoulders, if he allowed them warm water, would help
work out some of the sleep kinks.

"I'll shower with her, if you want," she murmured.

He glanced between the girls, almost as if he understood something
about them suddenly. Leigh flushed, realising what that insight
probably was.

"After breakfast. I don't mind you like that for a while."

Kate looked about to protest further, but then sighed.

"Don't blame me if I smell," she said mildly. She turned to leave
the room.

To Leigh, who had been near the girl since she'd awakened, Kate
smelt as fresh and clean as she had last night before they had
slept. Except for the wild hair, Kate was just as attractive as she
always was.

Almost as Kate was at the doorway, Leigh lifted her head to find the
Timeman gazing at her. She flushed for a moment, then swallowed
once.

"I could help her, if you want," Leigh said.

He nodded once, and then dismissed her. She thankfully slid her bare
legs to the floor, and hurried to catch up with Kate, heading
towards the kitchen.

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

"Shit. Ouch," Kate yelped before dancing away from the stove. Her
hands rose to her breasts, finally settling on her right, rubbing
nearly absently. Leigh looked up from the mixing bowl.

"What?" A smile rose unbidden to her lips.

Kate scowled, and pointed at the frying pan, where strips of bacon
sizzled and popped over the glowing red element. Even as she
watched, Leigh could see the bacon growing angrier, grease spitting
from the surface of the pan. Leigh sighed. Even as chefs, the girls
weren't allowed protective clothing. And she knew, from experience,
that hot grease stung like a thousand bees when it kissed bare
flesh. Worse, when that flesh represented a girl's breasts.

Taking a deep breath, Leigh stepped towards the pan, carefully
reaching over the bacon to turn down the heat. A few droplets kissed
her chest, and she hissed in pain, but then drew back as the element
began to cool, the grease settling to a dull roar. When she turned
back to Kate, the redhead wore a rueful expression.

"Too hot?"

Leigh nodded, then returned to the bowl where she began to break
eggs.

"Sometimes I think I'm getting to used to this ..." Kate said. She
stood at the stove safely now, gingerly turning the bacon with a
knife and fork.

Leigh settled easily into a kitchen chair, watching Kate move
naturally near the stove. Kate's muscles moved easily under her skin
as she stepped to the side to settle herself against the counter.
Leigh wanted to stare, as she turned, but forced her eyes to Kate's
face. Kate smiled as Leigh's eyes found hers.

"Being naked all the time. It almost felt weird to wear that dress
last night."

"I never wear dresses. It felt double weird to me. Jeans and
t-shirts are more my style."

Kate laughed easily, picking back up the fork and knife.

"You looked stunning in it."

Leigh flushed for a moment, uncomfortable suddenly. The irony wasn't
lost on her. She was more comfortably sitting here in the kitchen
with Kate, without a stitch of clothing on her body, than when she
was at least mostly covered with black evening gown.

On impulse, Leigh rose, and walked over to Kate. The aroma of bacon
made her stomach rumble, and her saliva glands ache. She bent her
head as she approached Kate, and lightly kissed her shoulder. Kate
stiffened for a moment, then relaxed.

"What was that for?"

"I wanted to."

Kate turned, and smiled, almost as if she understood. Leigh wasn't
sure, at all, if she did, but Kate didn't seem perturbed by the
intimate gesture.

"Are you as aroused as I am?" Kate asked simply.

Leigh took stock of herself, almost sighing. Embarrassment
encroached, but she forced herself to raise her eyes to Kate again.
Slowly, she nodded. Kate nodded, too, and turned back towards the
stove.

"Why do I feel free?" Kate said quietly as she carefully extracted
the bacon, crisp and steaming, onto a piece of paper towel to drain.

Leigh began to mix the eggs. A single tear fell from her eyes to
join the mixture beneath her whisk. Kate wasn't alone in that. For
some inexplicable reason, she felt free, too. Somehow, naked, and in
chains most of the time, she felt free.

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

"Can we have coffee? Please?"

The Timeman scowled from the doorway. Leigh turned from the pan
where she mixed the scrambled eggs with a wooden spoon.

"Coffee?"

Kate stepped from the table where she'd perched while Leigh cooked
the eggs. She took two steps towards the man, then hesitated.

"I haven't had coffee in days." He continued to watch Kate, who
flushed. She closed her eyes, then slowly sank to her knees. "I'll
beg, if you want," she said simply. Her eyes remained closed.

He walked up to her until he stood only centimetres in front of her.
Tears welled up as she looked at him.

"Do you want a blow job? Me to kiss your feet? I will. Please. And
the other girls? It's only a cup of coffee. Please?"

He touched her head, ruffling her tangled hair as if she were a
child.

"All right. Five cups of coffee."

"I'll make one for you, if you'll tell me how you like it."

He stepped away from her, and Kate slowly climbed to her bare feet,
swaying.

"I don't drink coffee," he said quietly. He stopped at the door to
watch them for a moment.

"Figures," Kate mumbled, nearly under her breath.

"I don't either," Leigh said softly. It wasn't that she didn't like
coffee, but it was more that she'd never started drinking it, so
didn't miss it. Now, it was more habit, than a concern about her
well-being that prevented her from drinking the brew.

Kate raised her eyebrows for a moment, then quickly stepped to the
cupboard, extracting the coffee maker, and four oversized mugs.

The Timeman glanced at Leigh appreciatively, then tilted his head to
the side.

"I don't drink it," Leigh said easily. "Never have."

"Orange juice?" he asked.

Leigh nodded. Juice, she drank.

"Two. One for me and one for you," he said. Before she could agree,
or answer him, he stepped from the room and headed back towards the
living room.

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Leigh hadn't quite realised how hungry she was until she finally
settled into the chair to the Timeman's right, the seat feeling
distinctly odd beneath her bare skin. She sighed, and pulled her
plate a little closer. The Timeman mumbled something appreciative as
he shovelled food into his mouth, watching the naked girls as they
began to pick more slowly at their own eggs and bacon and toast.

Leigh sighed, knowing better than to ask for what she really wanted.
She glanced at his cutlery with a touch of envy, then began the slow
task of picking up each grain of scrambled eggs with her fingers,
and popping each singularly into her mouth. The taste was exquisite.
Somehow, in captivity, each meal, be it gruel, or a submarine
sandwich, or a salad, or a plate of scrambled eggs with bacon,
seemed to taste clean and wonderful. Idly, she wondered if this was
what condemned prisoners tasted as their last meals were delivered.
She broke off another small strip of bacon and delivered it to her
tongue.

She became aware of his eyes on her, and she slowly turned towards
him. His plate lay empty, and his knife and fork lay haphazard
across its surface.

Despite the fact that she was nowhere near done, she sighed and
spoke.

"Do you want me to get you some more?" she asked. Kate had insisted
on making extra, in case he wanted some -- mostly in the hopes that
he wouldn't punish the girls if they could keep him satisfied, at
least in this small way. Leigh was suddenly very glad that Kate had
used some foresight, even if she were the one to have her breakfast
interrupted.

He slowly shook his head. "Perhaps in a moment. Finish yours," he
said.

Thankfully, she picked up a small grain of egg, but it dropped back
to the plate as her fingers squeezed a little too hard. Suddenly,
she felt like crying.

As her fingers descended to fumble at the yellow again, she pulled
her hand back with a surprised squeak. His fork speared at the
fumbled egg, and raised towards her lips.

(Great, now he's feeding us.)

Without comment, she closed her eyes, and opened her mouth. She
accepted the food, then turned back towards him. She could sense
Kate, and Andrea on her other side, watching the exchange.

"It would be simpler if you let us have cutlery," she said slowly,
carefully, trying to keep the accusing nature of the statement from
her voice.

He laughed easily, and Leigh felt her body relax a little. He wasn't
going to hit her for saying what the girls were all thinking. Not
this time.

"I'm sure it would," he said. But he made no motion to allow her to
gather forks for the girls.

After a moment, she lowered her eyes.

"Why do you do this to us?"

"Because I can," he said.

She took a deep breath, then picked up another grain of egg, chewing
thoughtfully.

"Can we earn cutlery?" she asked. The other girls were following the
exchange, but still eating slowly with their fingers. It seemed
almost shameful to ask such a thing, but over the last couple of
days, she found that it was becoming easier to ask and do things
that she would never have considered in her former life.

He shook his head. "I gave you cutlery last night."

Leigh shivered, not liking what she knew she had to say. It seemed
horribly unfair to thank him for what should have been common
courtesy, and normal civilised behaviour.

"And we really appreciated that. You saved us some burned fingers."

That, most of all, seemed unfair. They were human beings dammit.
She shouldn't have to beg for food, or simple, civilised behaviour
like a damned slave.

The eggs had cooled sufficiently for the girls to touch them before
Leigh had even delivered the plates to the dining room. So there
wasn't the same issues of heat as there were last night. On the
surface, Leigh understood that, but her mind still screamed at her
about the shame of it -- her utter lack of control of the situation.

"We didn't attack you with them. You know we won't," she said, her
voice edging into the defiance that she knew would sink her, and
perhaps the others. She willed her mouth to stop moving.

"Why didn't you?"

The question surprised Leigh, and she mulled it over for a moment,
continuing to eat her breakfast. The anger and discomfort began to
seep away from her slowly.

"You would have stopped us, and punished us. Probably more than we
could have stood still for. Or maybe you would have killed one of
us. I don't really know."

He leaned forward.

"I could punish you for merely asking for cutlery. Or for nothing at
all," he mused. He leaned back into his chair. More than anything,
Leigh hoped that his words weren't forecasting a dim outlook for
this third day of her captivity. But she was enough of a realist to
recognise the danger in his words. She shivered.

"I haven't asked for any," Leigh said quickly. "I was only curious."
As if to show her intent, she picked up her bacon and bit into it,
salty fragrance inundating her cheeks. She lowered the golden meat
back to her plate. After a moment, she looked up, aware that tears
were shining in her eyes, even if they hadn't spilled yet.

"We aren't animals," she said slowly. "We're human beings. We might
be under your control right now, we might have to walk around
without our clothes, we might have to submit to your whims, we might
have to let you tie us up, and gag us, and beg for the simplest
things, and we do, but you don't need to strip everything away from
us. We'll do whatever you want, you know that. But forks and knives?
It's only civilised. It isn't much."

She knew that he wasn't going to understand, or to allow them
cutlery -- not today. She didn't understand why, but she didn't
really need to. He had the gun. He had the handcuffs. He had control
of her universe. Somehow.

She supposed that she should simply be glad that he hadn't made her
wear the steel bracelets, like he usually did. Having freedom of
her hands, even to eat, was actually a gift, and she understood
that, at least. She lowered her eyes, wanting very much to let the
conversation drop. If he wasn't going to give the girls forks, then
saying anything further only improved her chances at discomfort. She
sighed.

He smiled, and touched Leigh's cheek. It felt like a snake reaching
out and caressing her skin. She shivered for a second, but he didn't
seem to notice. Her sex pulsed at his touch -- her body fighting
again with her mind.

"Control," he whispered.

She sighed, and picked up her toast. She supposed that she knew that
all along. She'd tried, and that was all she could do -- for now.
And there were worse things than having to sit naked at a real
table, eating with one's fingers. In a way, it was freedom. Kate
would probably agree with her. It was better than lying naked on a
table, tied to it, having her breasts whipped instead of eating
bacon and eggs, free and relatively comfortable.

When she looked up. Kate winked at her from across the table.
Nobody but her seemed to notice.


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