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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 70

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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Kate's soft, sleepy voice woke her, but she kept her eyes closed,
not wanting to crawl out from the warmth of the comforter.

"Leave me alone, Mom, it's Saturday -- no school."

Then his voice, floating as if from a distance.

"Wake up, sleepyhead."

(Oh God, not a dream. Not a dream.)

Reality jolted her as her arms screamed when she tried to roll over.
Numbness infused her hands, below where the metal had cut off her
circulation. They were going to complain when the blood returned to
them.

Leigh groaned softly, but still didn't open her eyes. She sensed
Kate moving somewhere below her.

(She slept on the floor, because I hogged the sofa.)

(I'm sorry, Kate.)

"You, too, sleepyhead."

A touch to her shoulder, through the comforter, forced her to
flutter her eyelids open. The light hurt, and she blinked back tears
until her pupils adjusted. He'd opened the blinds again, and
dazzling noon hour sun flooded the suite.

Kate stood unsteadily, still not awake, while he fumbled behind the
naked girl until with a grunt of satisfaction he emerged swinging
her handcuffs from a single finger.

He looked refreshed, and happy, as he crouched beside Leigh.

"Do I have to shoot you to get you out of bed?"

He was obviously joking, the pistol nowhere within sight.

She shivered as he whipped the comforter from her. She curled up
tighter, but then, resigned, stood. It would feel good to have the
cuffs off, if that's what he intended for her as well.

She faced Kate, who stood quietly near where she'd slept, naked, her
hair in tangles across her head. She rubbed at her eyes, with her
newly freed hands, and then looked at them strangely.

"Oh, no," she whispered.

He looked up sharply at her, as pain began to flood her features.
The cuffs fell free of Leigh's wrists, and the numbness of her own
hands told the story.

"Oh, Kate," Leigh murmured. Her fingers wouldn't work, and her hands
felt like blocks of ice hanging beside her bare thighs.

"Pins. And. Needles."

Kate shook her hands before Leigh could warn her. The girl collapsed
moaning to the sofa. He went to her, but stopped and watched
helplessly as the girl suffered.

In a moment, Leigh's hands mirrored Kate, but she tried to keep them
still as the nerves began to awaken with a clamour of complaint. It
wasn't enough, and Leigh couldn't stop a few moans fall from her own
lips. He turned towards her, eyebrows raised.

"It hurts. Handcuffs for sleeping, bad," Leigh said between clenched
teeth.

"You'll live," he said merrily, and pranced towards the entranceway.

"I'll live," Leigh echoed. The pain began to subside.

God, she hated mornings. Never had been a morning girl. The
discomfort in her hands didn't help.

Slowly, she moved over towards Kate who was rubbing her hands. The
front door closed quietly, as he left the girls to their own
devices.

Kate reached up and ran her fingers through her hair, grimacing.

"I dreamed about you, last night," Kate said.

Leigh smiled. She didn't remember any of her dreams, but Kate
continued.

"We. Um. Had ..."

Leigh laughed. "Sex?"

"Sort of."

"Sort of?"

"Well, your fingers did."

"I see."

It pleased her, for some reason. Bizarre. She'd never even
considered being with a girl before this bizarre world had replaced
her own.

"Did you sleep well?"

"I'm sorry, Kate. I swear, if I'd thought that you would be on the
floor, I would have shared the sofa. If we get a choice tonight,
I'll take the floor, okay?"

"Deal," Kate said. She rolled her bare shoulders back.

Leigh wandered back to her bed, and sat down. She massaged her legs
and tried to work some of the knots out of her neck.

"You want me to do that?"

Kate stood and walked over to Leigh. Leigh surrendered her neck
muscles, sighing as Kate's fingers worked out the worst of the
soreness.

"I didn't know you were a masseuse."

Leigh opened her eyes and raised them. Linda stood shivering, and
still wet, a few steps in front of him. Her face wore a frightened
expression, and she stood stiffly as he urged her to stand near the
coffee table.

"You didn't need another girl," Leigh murmured. Kate's fingers
continued to massage wonderfully. After a few more minutes, Leigh
relaxed, and Kate straightened.

"You want a massage, too?" Kate asked him.

He nodded, and slipped off his shirt. It was the first time that
Leigh had seen him even this unclothed. There was a long scar across
his belly, but he wasn't a typical computer geek. His muscles were
defined and there wasn't a great deal of flab. Like the girls he
chose, she reflected.

"If you promise not to hurt Linda," she said quietly, flexing her
fingers.

He smiled, but it was a serious smile, not a gentle one.

"If you don't I might be tense enough to really hurt her."

Kate sighed, and gamely stepped to him. He turned around presenting
a bare back to her. She had to reach up to get at his shoulders.

"You can't blame a girl for trying," she said as her fingers began
to dig into his muscles.

"Sleeping on a couch isn't the best for the posture," he said. "I
feel like a truck ran me over."

"Try sleeping on the floor, handcuffed," Kate replied, not breaking
her stride.

Leigh slowly rose, and approached Linda. The girl's eyes were glued
to Kate and the Timeman.

"I'm Leigh, I don't think we were introduced in the madhouse last
night." It didn't occur to Leigh that for Linda it was still
yesterday noon. She hadn't been awake and unfrozen nearly as long as
the two high school girls.

Linda looked puzzled, but tried to smile.

"I'm Linda," she said.

"I know. I was half asleep last night, but I remember."

"What's going to happen to me?"

Leigh shrugged. "If the past is any indication, he'll probably make
you do some things you don't want to, but in the end, he'll either
ease up a little and keep you, or he'll return you to your hot tub."

"What about Mark? I asked him, out there, but he ignored me. Is
Mark hurt? He wasn't moving. He wouldn't let me touch him."

(You wouldn't want to, Linda. You wouldn't want to.)

"Mark is ... frozen. He'll be fine."

Linda looked at her skeptically, but decided to try a different
tack.

"Why are you here, Leigh, are you helping him?"

Leigh laughed. "You mean, do I help him torture girls for a living?"

Linda nodded. Tears lined her lower eyelids.

Leigh shook her head. "I've just been here longer than you. I'm as
much his prisoner as you are, maybe more. I don't want to be naked.
I don't want to be handcuffed. I don't want to be here. Not really."

"Will he let me go?"

"I think, so. I hope so."

"Will he hurt me?"

Leigh touched the girl's shoulder. "I don't know, Linda. I don't
know."

The tears escaped, and Leigh gathered the terrified girl into her
arms and held her. Moisture dripped onto her bare shoulder, but she
didn't mind. The girl's belly and breast left flecks of bubbles
against Leigh's skin. Leigh watched Kate massaging their tormentor,
pursing her lips. She hoped that he wouldn't hurt the new girl, too
much.

Eventually, the girl's sobs receded, but she remained in the
embrace.

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

He stood by the door, his hand resting lightly on the doorknob.

"Not cold showers?" Kate asked with some anxiety.

"Do you need cold showers?" he asked.

Kate shook her head, hugging herself.

He lowered his voice. "Just wash each other. Get yourselves
attractive."

"Why?"

He smiled, and turned the doorknob, without answering.

The door closed after him with a quiet click. Leigh was sure that if
she could open the door, she wouldn't be able to step outside, any
more than Kate had last night.

"What do we do now?" Linda asked in a quiet voice.

"Shower together," Kate said quietly, turning towards the closed
bedroom door.

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

It was a tight squeeze for three girls. Water poured over Leigh's
head, her turn under the spray. She didn't feel dirty -- she'd
showered yesterday after the race, but her feet were dusty, and her
hair tangled. The warm water felt nice.

Nicer still, she wasn't afraid of being frozen to death.

Linda picked up the small bar of scented hotel soap, and began to
rub her chest. Leigh sighed.

"Linda?"

The naked girl looked up. Kate looked up too from where she
completed the Linda sandwich.

"You can't wash yourself."

The girl looked puzzled. "Excuse me?"

"He expects us to wash each other."

"What? No."

Leigh nodded slowly.

"You're kidding."

Leigh shook her head.

"Why?"

Leigh shrugged. "I don't know -- he probably likes the image of us
touching each other."

"He's not even here."

Leigh laughed lightly. "No, he isn't. But do you want to risk him
poking his head in here and finding you disobeying something
simple?"

Linda shrugged. "We're in the shower."

"You think that will stop him?"

"So you have to wash me? Like a child?"

"'fraid so ..."

Gently, Leigh reached for the single bar of soap. Before she
surrendered it, Linda regarded Leigh.

"You. You aren't ... gay ... are you?"

(Actually, I don't know any more.)

"A lesbian?" Leigh shook her head. "I don't think so. But I'd rather
wash another girl than get whipped."

Linda paled. "He whips you?"

Leigh took a deep breath. Steam and humidity flooded her lungs.

"If I disobey, sometimes. If he caught you washing yourself in here,
he'd probably whip Kate and I along with you, to teach us something.
Who knows?"

Linda handed Leigh the soap, her slick fingers dragging across
Leigh's upturned palm.

The girl turned to face Kate, presenting her back.

Linda's skin was soft and smooth, gathering lather with ease. The
girl sighed, as Leigh's fingers worked the soap into her skin.

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

Leigh glanced up, trying to ignore Linda's fingers massaging shampoo
through her tangles. It felt so nice, but so ... forbidden. Her
eyes continued to glance at the bathroom door, but it didn't open.
Either he was still gone, or he was waiting for them. She hoped it
wasn't the latter.

"Why did the chicken cross the road?" Kate asked. She was sitting,
her knees drawn up, near the far end of the tub. It gave Leigh and
Linda a little more room in the small enclosure, and Kate seemed
content to wait her turn under the spray, with the soap. She ran her
fingers through her red hair, almost brown under the wetness.

"To get to the other side?" Leigh ventured. Linda's fingers
continued to work the shampoo through Leigh's hair.

"Very good. Why according to Ronald Reagan?"

Leigh sighed, and didn't answer. She was surprised when Linda
responded -- the girl had been silent since her initial objections.
She had become very quiet after Leigh had apologised but washed
between Linda's legs, bare handed. Leigh wondered what the girl was
thinking.

"I give up," Linda said quietly. "Why did the chicken cross the
road, according to Ronald Reagan?"

Kate deadpanned.

"What chicken?"

It took a second for the smile to grace Leigh's lips. And only a
moment after that for Linda to laugh. She had a musical laugh,
similar to Kate's.

"Oh God, that's horrible."

Leigh shook her head, touching Linda's fingers. Linda held her hands
up to the spray cascading over her clean hair, and rinsed the
shampoo.

"Good enough?" she asked.

Leigh nodded, and the girls switched places, bare skin rubbing and
slipping deliciously. The soap ran down her back, and between her
feet to disappear into the void that was the drain.

Slowly, Kate rose to her feet. Again, the girls were pressed
uncomfortably close.

"My turn," Kate said jovially. "Who wants me?"

Linda paled a little, but nodded her head.

"I'm already under the shower," Leigh said. "I can wash you."

Relief flooded into Linda's features, and she awkwardly switched
places with Kate.

Most of the soap had melted away, but there would be enough to wash
Kate. Leigh rubbed her hands together and began to wash the other
high school girl. Kate's skin was slippery and silky under her
touch.

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

Linda stood fidgeting by the door, her fingers pushing her hair back
from her face. Leigh had found a hair drier in the drawer, and was
sending warm air through Kate's red locks.

They shared Linda's brush, it lying on the counter top.

"Can we leave the bathroom. Without getting punished?"

Leigh didn't know. "I guess."

"I'll be right back," Linda said quietly. She slipped out.

"She won't make it," Kate said, leaning her head back.

"I know. He won't keep her. I'd bet ... my freedom on that," Leigh
said quietly.

The door opened, and the naked girl slipped back into the steamy
room. Shyly, she extended her palm. In it were hair clips, and some
basic makeup.

Leigh smiled, and borrowed some of the clips, while Linda clipped
back some of her own hair.

Leigh handed the hair drier to Kate, and waited as the warm air
billowed through her own brunette tresses. The knots hurt coming
out, but she'd probably never complain about that ever again. Clean
hair. And after being hit with a crop, hair tangles were minor.

When she was done, she bent forward, slipping some clips into her
own hair.

As one, the newly cleaned girls slipped out of the en suite, and out
into the living area.


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