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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [142/157] (MF+, bond, control) {Crimson Dragon}
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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 142

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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When the door unexpectedly swung open, light stabbed into her eyes.
She stifled a moan, raising her hands to her eyes. Bright red blobs
drifted across her vision, and she blinked behind the shield of her
hands. Below her, Kate and Leigh cried out, but didn't otherwise
react.

The sudden vision of their nudity drove yet more desires into her.
Damn him. They'd been alone, in the dark, unfettered for hours, and
not one had found the courage to play with herself. Fingers, toes,
thighs, breasts, lips, and tongues. Dawn shivered. She wanted -- no
needed -- wanted to climax. She ached with the desire of it.

Slowly, she pushed herself up and still blinking, stepped from her
prison. After a moment, the other two girls joined her, flanking her
like lieutenants.

He turned his back on the girls, and without explanation walked
towards the kitchen.

(Take him now?)

(The other girls, Dawn. The other girls.)

Dawn sighed, and found herself following him, one bare foot in front
of the other until the relative comfort of the living room appeared
in front of her eyes. Slowly, her eyes adjusted to the bright
sunlight, and she settled into the easy chair. Kate and Leigh
dropped wearily into the sofa, stretching out and flexing aching
limbs. Their legs entangled easily, familiarly. Idly, she wondered
what Kate and Leigh had been through together, and if they had found
comfort with one another.

"Where is Nicole?" Dawn asked. To her, it sounded like she was
overly interested, and she cursed herself for asking.

He answered breezily.

"Playing Frisbee. Monique's cooking dinner."

"I don't have to?" Leigh asked.

The Timeman shifted his gaze to Leigh, and grinned.

"Monique offered."

(Frisbee?)

Dawn groaned and picked up the headphones that Leigh had been using
earlier. She offered them first to Leigh, but Leigh had settled in
the opposite sofa, leaning her head back tiredly against the arm of
the sofa. Kate glanced at Leigh, and a look passed between them.
Kate's hand rested unselfconsciously on Leigh's bare foot, fingers
playing with Leigh's toes. Dawn slipped the headphones over her
ears, and found the remote.

Surprised, expecting more modern pop music, Bach filled her ears.
Dawn smiled, and closed her eyes, mimicking Leigh.

She expected a chain to be attached to her ankle, but when she
peered through her eyelashes for a moment, the Timeman had
disappeared, leaving the girls free and unchained for once. Perhaps,
he was beginning to trust her. Or maybe, it simply didn't matter
any longer.

It felt like heaven, her body free of steel and ropes; Dawn closed
her eyes again, and let the music take her away from dragons, and
handcuffs, and whips.

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

Kate set his plate on the table, and then with a look of apology,
set the other six plates on the tiles, one in front of each kneeling
girl. Dawn glanced around the small circle, and sensed differing
levels of humiliation as the girls realised that tonight, they
wouldn't even be allowed to sit with their captor like human beings.
They would eat from the floor like household pets.

Kate knelt in the last spot in the circle, watching the Timeman
expectantly.

Dawn's stomach growled; it had been a long time since she'd eaten,
and she didn't particularly care if she ate away from the Timeman,
even from a plate on the floor.

On her plate lay a hamburger, and two pickles with a side of potato
chips. Her stomach grumbled, begging for the food to pass down her
throat, nourish her, as if it were aware that she'd need her energy
later.

She reached for the bun, but Kate quickly shook her head, her red
locks floating about her head. Dawn sighed, sensing that the girls
all were waiting for permission to eat. It grated on her nerves, the
control he had over them, but she supposed it was control or pain.
She had chosen the same path as they. It would change soon, she
hoped, but the results, she knew, were far from destined in her
favour. As it was, her breasts still ached, her nipples erect and
sore.

"May we eat, sir?" Kate asked, almost breathlessly.

"Of course. I never asked you girls to do that."

(Yes, you did. Even if you didn't do it explicitly.)

The girls all fell into motion, picking up the food with their
fingers and eating. Andrea, alone, didn't pick up her hamburger, but
did nibble on the pickles.

Dawn looked over at the blonde girl, and Andrea smiled.

"I'm vegetarian, he forgets most of the time. And complaining
generally isn't a good idea around here, I've noticed."

He glanced over, and grimaced, but then returned to his food with
relish.

"See. We're just animals to him, I think," Andrea whispered.

Dawn nodded, though she wasn't sure of that. She suspected that she
was on the floor with the others not as an object but for a
different reason -- one that she might never fathom. Quickly, she
glanced at him, moved her pickles and chips to Andrea's plate.
Andrea smiled.

"Thank you," she whispered.

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

It was cheese sauce, and it stuck to her bare skin like ugly,
foul-smelling syrup. Dawn felt tears rise to her eyes before she
could stop them.

Her hands interlaced behind her neck, and she tried to control her
breathing. Kate, Leigh, Nicole, and Andrea knelt quietly, their
hands bound behind them, their eyes wet with tears.

Monique knelt in front of Dawn, free. The girl turned to face the
Timeman who towered above her, clothed in contrast to the girl's
nakedness.

"She's new here, please don't do this to her."

"You're going to do this to her."

It seemed to snap something in Monique, and the former lawyer pushed
herself to her feet. She stood, and glared at him. He smiled.

"She's a human being, not a fucking dog."

"Monique, no," Kate whispered. Monique ignored her.

"Would you like to take her place."

"Yes."

"No," Dawn whispered. She didn't want the results of her
disobedience, but knew the risks -- she'd pay the costs -- if a
little cheese sauce spread on her skin was the price, she'd let
Monique smear whatever was necessary to end this. Monique shouldn't
pay for her mistakes.

He merely smiled at Monique. For a moment, Dawn thought that the
woman was going to swing at him. She closed her eyes waiting for the
hit. It didn't come.

"She's a human-fucking-being. She's not a toy. She's not a fucking
dog. Asking her to bark is like asking a real dog to meow. You
fucking prick faced bastard. None of us should have to bark like a
fucking dog for you."

"Monique," he said calmly. Tears has begun to form in Monique's
eyes.

"Monique, no. Oh God, no," Kate whispered.

Monique stared at him. She didn't even try to defend herself as his
hand descended. It struck her cheek lightly, and she only moaned a
little. Dawn closed her eyes, and pushed herself to her feet.

"Don't hurt her, I'll do what you want. I'll bark, if you want me to
bark," she said. Her heart clenched, and she forced it to calm.

He turned to Dawn, and growled. "Back down on your knees. Too late
for that, now. Unless you want me to slap her again."

Dawn fell back to her knees, and slowly raised her hands back behind
her neck. She shivered, hoping that he'd let the girl go, let her
finish. The last thing she needed was a confrontation, not now, not
when she was so close. Let him do what he wanted, and then Goliath
would meet Dawn.

She looked up, confused, her thoughts had borne her from this latest
humiliation, unaware while Monique paid the price. Monique posed on
her hands and knees, her head lifted to watch her captor, her bottom
uplifted as if expecting a series of spanks, or perhaps sex from
behind. Tears ran down her face.

Dawn closed her eyes, not wanting to see this. It was her fault.
Should have been her doing this. Instead, Monique bore her shame,
and she couldn't watch. Couldn't watch.

Dawn's stomach turned as Monique's feminine tones approximated a
bark. Once, twice, three times. God, the girl had done it.

Dawn swallowed.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered. But she wasn't even sure if Monique
had heard.

Feminine hands touched her, starting with her breasts, and moving
over her shoulders, and down her thighs. Dawn struggled to hold
herself still, to keep her eyes closed, and her hands from pushing
the probing hands from her skin. Even with the disgust factor, she
had to fight down a moan of sexual desire. Monique's fingers
slipped over her skin, caressing, lovingly.

Cheese sauce -- probably Cheese Whiz, or some generic brand, pungent
and sticky, spread over her skin like an overgrown cracker from
hell. He'd have hurt Monique more, if Dawn protested, so she kept
her mouth shut, and her eyes shut, too.

(God, over soon. Over soon, I hope. I pray.)

The gunk slipped into her hair, and coated her face. She couldn't
open her eyes, even if she wanted to.

She could still sense the audience, not daring to look away.

Finally, only after Monique had worked the substance under her
breasts, and over her swollen and aching nipples, did he bark out a
single command.

"Enough."

Monique's hands left her, and where she'd been touched felt void.
She continued to kneel there, her skin and nose crying out with the
indignity. She had no idea how long she knelt there in the middle of
the kitchen floor, but Kate and Leigh had cleared and washed the
dishes. The Timeman left and returned before she was allowed to
break pose.

Tears ran through the food coating her face, but she dared not
clear.

"Lick her, Monique," he said.

Dawn steeled herself again.

She hated it, hated her body even more as it reacted to the
stimulation, but Monique's tongue felt wonderful as the crying girl
removed at least some of the cheese.

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

"I'm sorry," Dawn whispered as she stumbled up the stairs with
Monique. Monique smiled, incredibly, and held out her hands, careful
not to touch the walls or bannister. Her fingers were coated with
orange cheese, under the fingernails, and across her knuckles.
Monique stopped, one foot on a stair, and the other raised onto the
next.

"Dawn, you don't get it, do you?"

"I'm sorry. I should have barked for him, no matter how much it
seemed wrong."

Monique laughed. "It was kind of silly. I hated it, but you know
what? So I barked like a dog for him. Nobody will ever know."

(I will.)

Dawn shook her head, and stepped up two more stairs. Monique didn't
follow.

"He would have covered you with cheese no matter what, you know. You
could have barked, you could have done everything he wanted, and
then some. You could have given him deep throat while humming the
national anthem, and he would still have forced me to do that to
you."

Dawn thought about it, then nodded. Yes, she knew that, somewhere in
her being. It wasn't what she hadn't done, but rather what he wanted
to do. She didn't understand why he'd want her covered in smelly
cheese, but then she did.

"Control," she whispered.

Monique grinned. Cheese surrounded her mouth.

"But it doesn't work as well with you. It's different."

(Oh. It worked. I'd bark next time. I should have barked this time.)

Dawn shrugged a little, and tried to breathe through her mouth.

Monique nearly ran up the remaining stairs, passing Dawn with a
flurry of raw skin. Dawn closed her eyes, and tried to ignore
Monique's gently bobbing breasts as she ran. Monique seemed to be
oblivious of her body.

"Come on, let's shower. We're not allowed to wash ourselves,
though."

"What?"

Monique grinned, and pushed open the bathroom door. More sedately,
Dawn followed. Puzzled.

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

Her skin glowed, the food washed down the drain as Monique's fingers
massaged the cheese out as effectively as she had applied it under
his orders. Dawn had never showered with another woman, and this
shower had happened silently, Monique only moaning a little as
Dawn's fingers moved over her slippery skin.

One easy thing, no clothing to worry about afterward.

She stepped from the bathroom, steam billowing from her.

She waited against the wooden rail, butterflies rising into her
throat. She could hear faint murmurs, feminine voices rising up from
the living room below. She hoped that he'd at least released the
girl's hands. It wouldn't make all that much difference she
supposed, but it might make things easier if the girls were free.
Monique stepped from the bathroom, her skin soft and glowing,
slightly reddened from the heat.

"You ready?" Dawn asked as Monique emerged.

Monique smiled, and held out her hand. She hadn't told the naked
girl what she had planned, couldn't really. But Monique seemed to
sense something up, attuned naturally perhaps to Dawn's nervousness.
It happened when one was close to another, as Dawn had become almost
painfully aware of each of the girls individual pains and
accomplishments. Kate. Leigh. Andrea. Monique. Nicole.

Dawn took Monique's fingers in her own, and set her foot to the
first stair.

"I'm ready," Monique said easily, following a pace behind.

(Are you ready, Monique? Because I'm sure as hell not.)


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