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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [069/157] (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 69

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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Kate stood beside the coffee table, fidgeting. The gunman sighed as
he lowered himself into the larger sofa, his feet propped up on the
tabletop. The curtains had all been drawn, save for a slight gap by
the whirlpool tub. The dimness was almost welcome after the
continual brightness of the noon sun.

"Suddenly shy for us?" Leigh asked.

He laughed tiredly. "Can't sleep with the lights on all the time,
can we?"

Leigh stepped towards the other sofa, hovering, but not sitting.

"May I sit?" Leigh asked quietly. She sounded tired and resigned.
Kate was somewhat surprised to hear the girl ask permission to do
anything -- the girl was so independent. Silently, he nodded, and
Leigh, with another sigh, lowered herself carefully into the other
sofa. Kate remained on her bare feet, watching him.

"I should make the two of you have sex with each other before we
sleep."

"Please," Kate murmured.

"A nice sixty-nine to get you ready for bed. Seems appropriate
somehow."

Kate took a deep breath. She didn't understand the comment;
  (appropriate??)
  she couldn't. She gathered her courage, and said, "If you want, 
we'll do it, of course. But I think we are all ready for bed. Sex,
while not unwelcome at this point, I don't think is necessary. For
me. Or for Leigh." She paused for a moment. "Or for you."

He sighed and shrugged.

"Tomorrow. There's time for all of that tomorrow," Kate said. Leigh
nodded slowly, too. "If you want us to have sex, we will. But you'll
fall asleep watching us. Tomorrow. Okay?"

But she knew that if he wanted them to have sex here and now, on the
coffee table, that there was damn little that she could do about it.

Kate shivered. The image of her in a sixty-nine with Leigh flooded
into her mind, Leigh's bare legs against the legs of the coffee
table, their breasts touching. She fought it back, and remained
silent.

After a few minutes, he looked up at Kate. He looked ready to pass
out. Slowly, he pulled the gun out, and slipped it under the sofa.
She didn't flinch. The sight of the thing was beginning to lose its
effect on her. She was still frightened of it, but not so much that
he would simply shoot her without reason.

"Come here," he said.

Kate stepped carefully over the carpet, and stood in front of him. A
damp patch of carpet tickled her foot, probably a remnant of Linda's
wet flight to the entrance.

"Get the gun," he said.

She shook her head. She didn't like guns, or knives, or any weapons.
She didn't even want to think about touching it.

"Try." His voice was firm, and in his tired state, she didn't want
to balk. She sighed.

With an effort, Kate lowered herself to the carpet, and reached for
the handle with her bound hands. It felt cold and dead to her
fingertips. It felt like the frozen audience had in a gym a long way
away.

The gun wouldn't budge. Not a millimetre. She didn't have a good
angle at it, and no leverage with her hands bound behind her back.
However, she was also sure that she could swing a sledge at it, and
it wouldn't move.

"I can't," she whispered.

He nodded, and lay his head back as she struggled back to her feet.
She stepped away from his sofa, towards Leigh's.

"Got to secure you girls." He spoke to the ceiling, his eyes closed.
"Got to."

"You don't. We won't do anything stupid," Kate said quietly.

He didn't answer.

"Get the pack for me, please," he said instead.

"I. You don't have to tie us up more," she whispered.

"I know. Just do it," he insisted.

With a sigh, she stepped towards the entrance hallway where the
backpack lay in the place where he'd dropped it.

When she crouched backwards to retrieve it, it wouldn't move any
more than the pistol had. She tugged again, but it remained as if
superglued to the floor. The cold, dead sensation rippled up her
hands.

"Sir?" she called quietly.

"Shhhh," Leigh whispered. Kate looked around, and glanced at him.

He was lying, hands under his head, curled up in a fetal position on
his couch. Soft snores issued from him.

Slowly, Kate returned to her bare feet and walked back
towards Leigh.

"It's stuck to the floor. Out of time, I think," she whispered.

Leigh nodded wearily.

"Should I wake him?"

"Are you nuts? He was going to restrain us more. Probably to the
sofas, or something."

Kate nodded slowly, and sank to the floor, curling her bare legs
under herself.

"What are we going to do?" she asked.

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The connecting door had the same cold, dead feeling as the pistol
had. Even without twisting it awkwardly behind her back, Kate knew
it would never open -- not for her. So much for sleeping in a bed
tonight.

The front door fared better. It opened with a little convincing.
Kate cursed the handcuffs on her wrists, but didn't see any way of
removing them. After the door opened a crack, she twisted, blocking
the edge of the door from closing with her bare heel.

She'd tried to work the handcuffs over her ass, and slipping her
legs through her arms to get them in front of her, but he'd
tightened the things enough and she lacked enough flexibility that
she doubted if that was a practical plan.

The door opened to reveal the empty corridor. Linda sat nakedly
against the wall, a few bubbles remaining in her light hair. Mark
hovered over her, touching her bare shoulder. The two were frozen,
or more properly existed in a slower time frame. If they were truly
frozen, she would be underneath her luxurious bubbles, and he would
be feeding her strawberries.

Kate stepped out, but her bare toes collided with solid air. She
cried out softly, wanting desperately to hold her injured toes. But
her hands remained behind her back, and she settled for sinking to
the entrance tiles and moaning quietly. The moans shifted into tears
as the door softly snicked shut.

"Kate?"

Kate continued to cry.

"Kate? Are you okay over there?"

Leigh's voice sounded tired and frightened.

After a few minutes, Kate pushed herself to her feet again and
walked back to the sofa where Leigh sat.

She settled to the floor, sitting facing the other girl.

"What happened?"

"I stubbed my toes on his stupid solid air trick."

"Oh?" Though Leigh looked a little confused by the comment. The
girl shifted over on the sofa. "Do you want to sit up here? We can
share."

Kate shuffled forward on her knees and then stepped up to sit beside
Leigh. The sofa hugged her comfortably.

After a few minutes of silence, Leigh spoke, her voice barely above
a whisper.

"Are you still horny?"

"Horny?"

"Aroused." Leigh looked embarrassed.

Kate took stock. The dull ache and insistent pulse had never quite
left her, even after the cold shower.

"Aren't you?"

Leigh blushed, but nodded.

"Do you want to do something about it?" Leigh whispered.

Kate glanced sideways at her.

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is that my sexuality has been all fucked up, and we're
naked, and the handcuffs will make it tough, but he's asleep, and we
could ... experiment. With each other. I just want to climax. Just
once."

Kate smiled, and leaned towards Leigh. Tears began to fall from
Leigh's eyes. Gently, she kissed Leigh, their lips touching in an
electric arc.

"Don't get me wrong, Leigh ..."

"The sixty-nine ... sounded nice."

The image of them touching each other, with their tongues, pushed
more energy into her clitoris. She fought it.

"It does sound nice, Leigh. A swear it does, but you'll regret it in
the morning. I think."

"Would you?"

Kate thought about it, pulling at her handcuffs.

"I ... I don't know."

Leigh sat back. "This world, it doesn't have consequences," she
whispered. "We can, and it won't have happened."

Kate smiled, but rose back to her feet.

"Where are you going?"

"Somewhere where your naked legs won't drive me any more nuts than
they already are," Kate whispered.

Leigh moaned, but didn't protest further.

"There's always tomorrow," Kate said quietly. She didn't add the
corollary: If we're free enough to try it.

Leigh nodded, and despite a touch of disappointment there, Kate
thought she sensed a smidgen of relief, too.

Slowly, she moved to stand in front of him. His breath moved in and
out of his chest rhythmically. For a long time, she considered his
face. He wasn't unhandsome, but he wasn't remarkable either. On the
street, she would never have guessed that he fantasised about
complete control. But here she was, standing and watching him sleep,
naked and helpless.

(I could do it.)

She flexed her fingers. All it would take is to turn around, get her
fingers deep into that unprotected throat and rip, and rip, and rip.

(What am I? A wolf?)

She closed her eyes, feeling her clitoris singing, and her fingers
clenching. She couldn't even touch herself, her own body as alien
and unreachable as Venus.

(I could do it.)

"Don't do it," Leigh whispered.

Kate turned towards the girl. She had lain down, curled up as he,
but fitting better on the sofa. Her hands weren't under her head, of
course, but her knees were drawn up. She looked as comfortable as
she could be, while handcuffed.

"Do what?"

"You won't win. Either way, you lose. If you manage to kill him,
part of you dies, and we may never get home. You'll starve, unable
to get out of a simple pair of metal bracelets. But you will have to
live with yourself, knowing that you killed him, even if he deserves
it with every ounce of his being. If you don't win, and he wakes up,
you know what will happen, not just to you, but to everyone you
love."

Kate nodded, unhappily.

"I was just figuring that out."

She stared down at the man who was her captor. So vulnerable, so
defenceless in sleep. But in her heart, she couldn't. And she knew
that. Not with her bare hands. Not with a knife. Not even if she
could reach that damn gun of his.

"Don't do it," Leigh murmured.

"I won't," Kate said.

But there was no reply. As she glanced over at the other couch, the
girl had fallen asleep, a stray piece of her hair across her cheek.

She turned back towards him.

(My only chance.)

He wouldn't make the same mistake twice. She'd probably sleep
chained to something immovable tomorrow, if there was a tomorrow.

(My only chance.)

She closed her eyes, swaying unsteadily on her bare feet.

Karen, tied to the birch, screaming, her nipples in danger from the
cigarettes. Lisa crying, struggling with pain, across a basketball
court. Somebody's daughter. Somebody's girlfriend. Kate opened her
eyes. Her breasts moved up and down to the shallow rhythm of her
breathing. An almost invisible thin stripe graced her right breast,
where he'd driven the crop into her flesh. A pulse of electricity
stabbed at her clitoris. She shifted her weight and the excitement
died for a moment.

He hurt them. Her wrists still ached from being bound above her head
like that.

(My only chance.)

(Please, don't do it.)

She couldn't any more than she could before imagining his offences.
Could she kill? Probably. But him? Now? The risks? She slowly shook
her head, and waited for the single tear to drip silently from her
jaw.

She stood and watched both of them sleep for a long time before she
tiptoed to the pile of crumpled fabric near the hot tub.

The tub captured her attention. It continued to swirl, and hot steam
continued to fog the glass to the horizon beyond.

(It would be easy, wouldn't it?)

But it wouldn't be easy, would it? It wasn't like she could swim out
beyond her ability to swim back. It was a hot tub, and she didn't
have the self-control to keep her head underwater that long.

(Cut my wrists?)

With handcuffs on? She didn't see how, and the pain, self-inflicted,
bothered her where him cropping her breasts only produced arousal.

As quickly as it came, she abandoned the idea,
  (Silly girl)
  knowing that it wasn't really an option anyway.

Her eyes lit upon the windows. If she jumped hard enough? Didn't
some stupid lawyer do that, falling thirty stories to his death? But
with her luck, she'd bounce back, and break her arm in the process.
And he'd wake at her scream, and them rain the crop across her
broken shoulder, just for fun.

If he killed her for insubordination, that was one thing, but to
kill herself? No. She desperately wanted to live. If only to touch
Leigh again.

Carefully, she crouched and picked up the sheets in her bound hands.
  (Damn handcuffs. This would be so easy if they weren't here.)

There was a comforter, and a blanket. The comforter was bigger.

She dragged the blanket over to his sofa. Glancing through the dim
light, she could see the naked girl shivering on the other couch.

(In a second, Leigh. In a second.)

She struggled with it, but managed to drape the blanket over him. He
murmured, but didn't wake.

Kate returned to the comforter, and dragged it over to Leigh. She
pushed it over the naked girl, most of it extending over the side of
the sofa.

"Thank-you," the girl mumbled. Her shivers subsided as Kate watched.

Without thought, Kate walked back to the tub. The water looked
inviting, but she had no way of getting dry afterward. Instead, she
lowered herself to the step, where the tuxedo had been. A slash of
purple adorned the tub surround. Automatically, she reached for it,
almost forgetting that she was still bound.

(Damn handcuffs.)

Sighing, she tilted her head. Expecting the cold, dead touch, she
was pleasantly surprised with the sweet, rough texture of the
strawberry kissing her lips.

He wouldn't mind? And she couldn't exactly ask him.

Her teeth sank delicately into the fruit, and she worked it onto her
tongue.

"Mmmmmmmm," she murmured as she chewed silently. Her stomach smiled
at her, and she dipped her head, repeating the procedure. She felt a
little like the pet that she'd been referred to before, in the
lobby, to Rachel, but she didn't mind. Nobody was watching her. No.
For the first time, in a long time, she was alone. Sort of.

With another sigh, she stood again, and walked back to Leigh's sofa.

Quietly, she glanced over at the gunman. He began to snore softly
again.

She couldn't remember the last time that she'd slept with a man in
the room, and never naked. She shrugged. Not the ideal first time.

She wished again for her hands to be free. She wanted to touch
herself, so badly. But she couldn't and with a soft sigh, she knelt,
and kissed Leigh. The girl murmured something in her sleep, but
didn't wake.

Carefully, Kate lay, awkwardly pulling the remainder of the
comforter over herself. Her toes stuck out, but when she curled up
on her side, her feet were under the covers. The handcuffs bit into
her wrists where her weight fell against them.

She cried for a while, softly, and nearly silently. Neither of her
roommates woke, and at last, the shakes, and the tears dried.

(Be strong, Kate. Be strong.)

She listened to the soft breathing, and the quiet swirl of the tub
for a while, and then sleep overtook her in a wave. She sighed, and
fell asleep.


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