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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [062/157] (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 62

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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The roar of the showers tickled Kate's ears. In the relative silence
of the world, the sound of cascading water amplified as it reached
her.

She stood beside Leigh, gazing longingly at the cleansing sprays
from the multiple shower heads left on by the girls who were now
towelling off and talking quietly amongst themselves.

A touch to her shoulder turned her gently.

Kate swivelled on her bare feet, a touch of dampness apparent
beneath, probably dripped from Lisa, or Anne, or Tyler.

He shuddered, holding up his hands. His fingertips were coated with
the grime that encrusted Kate and Leigh's bodies from head to ankle.
The smells of ketchup, some relish, and the faint tinge of vinegar
wafted into Kate's senses.

Leigh laughed lightly. "Now you know how we feel," she murmured.

He grimaced, finding a relatively clean spot on Leigh's body, the
hollow just below her collarbone. Their shoulders had taken the
brunt of the condiments streaked through their formerly lustrous
hair. Kate shivered.

He wiped his fingers on Leigh, who suffered it with grace.

"Sticky, isn't it?" she said with a twinkle in her eye.

Instead of returning her tease, he grimaced again, and simply held
up his fingers in front of her lips. Softly, he touched her lips.
The sense of justice retreated from her eyes, as she realised what
he wanted her to do.

She shook her head, his fingers dragging across her lips.

"Please, I don't want to ..."

He smiled, then, and touched her lips again, urging them apart.
Resigned, the naked girl opened her mouth. He didn't place his
digits in reach of her teeth.

A vague memory tickled Kate. Her tongue licking his finger, her
scent, her musk, her sweetness filling her own mouth.

She sighed. "He wants you to lick him clean."

Leigh closed her mouth, then shook her head again. Her hair moved
limply against her soiled shoulders.

"I can't do that," Leigh whispered.

Kate sighed again, and stepped towards the Timeman. Taking a deep
breath, she spoke.

"I'll do it. Leave her alone. Please?"

She parted her lips slightly and stuck her tongue between. The air
partly dried it, but she wiggled her tongue. He laughed, motioning
her to stick her tongue back in her mouth. She did, sighing.

"I want Leigh to do it."

"Please. You can clean up in the shower. Like us. Please?"

"Are you inviting me into your shower?"

Leigh looked confused, unsure of what the correct answer was. She
opted for the truth.

"I'd rather not."

He held his fingers up again. Leigh grimaced, and glanced around the
room. The only one paying her any heed was Kate, who averted her
eyes.

"Ugh," Leigh whispered. She pulled against her restraints with more
force than usual. "That tastes awful." She spit towards the shower
- -- not a man's spit, but more of a feminine raspberry. Her eyes
watered.

"Thank you," he said to Leigh. It was perhaps the first time that
Kate had heard him address a female with any semblance of
politeness. No. He'd apologised to Leigh earlier for hitting her
harder than he'd meant. That had sounded sincere as well. And he'd
forced Darren to apologise to her for calling her a 'bitch'. He had
a warped sense of ethics.

Leigh choked again, and without waiting for permission, stepped into
the sprays, opening her mouth and letting the water rinse out the
taste of the mingled condiments and probably salty perspiration.
Rivulets of red and yellow swirled out of Leigh's hair and from her
skin, snaking down the skin of her back, and bottom, lazily diluting
into the water babbling towards the drain at her bare feet.

Kate glared at him, and he shrugged with a smile.

"May I join her?" Kate asked. Part of her balked at the simple act
of being forced to ask for permission. Part of her tingled. And part
of her simply knew that she had to do it, if she ever wanted the
ketchup cleansed from her skin.

He handed her a bar of white soap. The bar was better than
half-finished, light in her hand. The remnants of the word Ivory was
indented across its surface. Kate wondered who owned it.

While she watched, he bent and rummaged through a girl's bag. The
girl, a brunette, in her underwear, stood frozen, reaching to the
bag that he now held in his hands. A tampon fell out, and he ignored
it as it rolled against the girl's bare foot.

Under other circumstances, Kate would have been disturbed at the
lack of privacy, but considering her condition, it didn't seem ...
justified. He smiled and handed her a small bottle of conditioning
shampoo.

"Will this do?" he asked.

She examined the bottle. It wasn't her normal brand, but it was
shampoo -- better than running bar soap through her hair like the
other girls had. She nodded.

"You can join her," he said simply.

Carrying the soap and the shampoo in her bound hands, she stepped
towards the shower. She turned before entering, at the sound of his
voice.

"You know to wash her, and Leigh should wash you, right?"

"I figured," Kate mumbled, though she had hoped that he would let
her wash herself. Leigh still stood under the sprays, relishing the
water with small moans.

"I don't suppose we could dispense with the handcuffs, for the
shower?" she asked hopefully.

He slowly shook his head, waving her in. She hesitated.

"Won't they rust?"

He shrugged. "We can always get more."

"If you can get them off us."

He shrugged again.

Sighing, she turned her back to him, and stepped into the warm
sprays. The gunk began to dissolve under the stinging onslaught.

Leigh actually laughed as she spied Kate turning her face into the
nearest spray.

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Kate tried to ignore the sensations of Leigh's skin. The girl was
soft and silky and slippery as she pushed the soap over her back.
Her breasts were at least as firm as her own, though slightly
smaller, her tummy ticklish.

Leigh sputtered as Kate ran the soap over her face, closing her eyes
and sighing as the goop rinsed away in a kaleidescope of colour.

Kate glanced towards the entranceway. He wasn't there, probably
watching the other girls dry themselves, or perhaps he was asleep,
taking a catnap. She hoped the latter, but understood that the
former was far more probable.

Her cuffed hands worked soap around Leigh's legs. She had to kneel
to lather up Leigh's legs and feet, and the position reminded her of
what she'd been forced to do with Karen. She shivered, her fingers
pausing at the juncture of Leigh's thighs. The girl had her eyes
closed, water running through her still dirty brunette locks above.

Tentatively, she touched the soft curls between Leigh's legs. Leigh
groaned.

"It's okay," Leigh said. When Kate looked up, Leigh's face was
dripping down with a half-smile. "I need to be washed there, and ...
I'm apparently not allowed to do it myself."

"But ..."

"The other girls must have done it. What do you think all the
giggling was."

"Are you going to giggle?"

Leigh laughed. "I might. But I'm not trying to replace Karen."

Kate blushed deeply. "It. It's not like that."

She pulled her fingers from Leigh's wet thighs.

Leigh crouched, the water spilling over her. She raised her cuffed
hands to brush at the water overspilling into her eyes. A dot of
mustard streaked her hair, almost like blonde highlights. Kate's
eyes rested on it, rather than Leigh's eyes.

"This situation is strange, Kate. I'm so fucking aroused, I might
even orgasm in here, if you aren't careful. Girl or not. I had to
lick his damn fingers. We are doing things that we hadn't imagined.
You know?"

Kate nodded.

"It's okay. I don't mind," Leigh whispered.

"You can't climax. You know that, right?" Kate said. She was certain
that he'd punish them for fooling around in here. She didn't know
why -- he hadn't expressly forbidden it of them, but somehow she
just knew.

"You realise that I'm going to have to wash you, too, right?"

No. It hadn't actually occurred to her. She wasn't sure if she could
hold it off, if Leigh wasn't careful.

"I'll be quick. I wish I had a cloth."

Leigh grinned, almost a loopy, carefree grin. Kate knew what she
felt like. It wasn't like they were in here washing each other, by
choice.

"I'm glad you don't," Leigh whispered.

Kate glanced towards the entrance again, a small movement catching
her eye. Lisa, the blonde girl who'd kissed her toes, stood quietly
beside the Timeman, a yellow towel wrapped modestly around her
breasts and middle. She shifted her weight from foot to foot.

Kate swallowed, a bit of shower water slipping between her lips.
Leigh obligingly spread her legs a little, and Kate slipped her
soapy hand between Leigh's legs. She was as soft as she remembered
her own sex to be, though she hadn't touched herself in a long, long
time. Leigh moaned, beginning to tense. Kate lowered her hand as
Leigh began to tremble, her hips rocking.

"Thank, God," Leigh whispered. "I almost ..."

"I know. It doesn't take much here."

After a few minutes, Kate raised her hand again, rubbing the soap
over Leigh's lips quickly. She glanced at the two watching them, and
then with an evil grin, let her middle finger slip between Leigh's
lips. Leigh jumped as if she'd been shocked with a cattle prod,
gasping.

"No. No. Noooo," she spoke to the spray, her words muffled by the
water pouring into her mouth.

Leigh's clitoris was swollen, as Kate knew it would be. It was
probably at least as swollen as her own.

She merely let the one stroke slip between, and then splashed spray
upwards with her palms to rinse Leigh.

Leigh sighed, her face flushed and eyes closed.

When Kate glanced back at the entrance, the two were gone.

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

Leigh shivered as the cooler shampoo ran through her hair for a
second time. The first time, only yellow and the sharper aroma of
vinegar had met the lather, swirling towards the drain beneath the
girl's feet.

The second time, Kate worked her fingers through the long hair, and
lather sprang up, clean and white.

Leigh's hair felt wonderful, soft and squeaky under Kate's fingers.
Leigh sighed, as Kate's fingers rubbed the gunk from her scalp,
cleansing, and purifying her.

Her hair felt like she imagined Karen's might have.

After a long time, she released Leigh. The naked girl turned, giving
Kate a long look, and then dipped her hair back into the spray, the
lather leaving her body and hair to disappear down the drain.

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

Leigh knelt as Kate had, her fingers light and teasing. Slippery
softness slid along Kate's sensitive skin, teasing nipples, and
lips.

One wet finger slipped into the folds, riding forward, circling her
clitoris. And then it was gone, her nerves screaming frustration
into her being.

Kate cried out, oblivious to the man watching her writhing
frustration from the entrance tiles.


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