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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 74

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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They stood together regarding him from near the bedroom door. Linda
remained handcuffed, and light marks adorned the wrists and ankles
of Kate and Leigh.

"Go rinse off," he waved at Kate and Leigh. Linda turned with the
other two girls, but he stopped her with her name. "Linda?"

Linda turned to face him, a worried look on her face. Kate and
Leigh stopped, too, turning framed by the doorway.

"She needs a shower, too," Kate murmured. "She's been through
enough."

He smiled. "I'm not going to hurt her. Relax."

Kate retreated, somewhat mollified. At the last second, Leigh
turned, and then turned back.

"Can we ... brush our teeth, too?"

He shrugged. "You don't have toothbrushes here." He hesitated,
turning towards Linda. "Unless Linda says you can use her
toothbrush."

Linda silently nodded, not nearly as concerned about sharing her
toothbrush after performing oral sex on both of the other girls.

Leigh thanked Linda, and scampered off. In a moment, the sound of
the shower began, and he motioned for Linda to sit in the chair.
Linda paled, but didn't resist. She worked her bound hands behind
the chair back, and sat quietly.

He settled into the sofa, facing her.

"I've done everything you wanted, unless you're still angry from
this morning. Please, if you're going to punish me, can I know at
least why?"

He laughed kindly, and leaned back into the cushions, arms crossed
over his chest.

"Do you deserve punishing?"

She thought about it for a moment, then shook her head.

"I can't take any more. Please, I don't want any more pain. I'll do
whatever you want from me." Her eyes narrowed for a moment. "They're
gone. You watched me having sex with them, and you ... want me now."
Her voice had taken on a dull edge, almost withdrawn.

He inhaled deeply, letting out his breath slowly.

"No, Linda. I'm not going to rape you, if that's what you are
asking."

"If I offer myself, it isn't rape, is it?"

"I wouldn't have sex with you, even if you offered. You'd only be
offering to save yourself pain."

"Then why am I here? Naked? Tied up? If you aren't going to fuck
me." She seemed to use the term intentionally, her eyes carefully
scanning his face for reaction. When there was none, she relaxed a
little.

She shifted her weight, bare toes pushing the floor to better
position herself upright in the chair. She spoke again.

"I know that I don't really have any choices any more. I don't even
care any longer that you watch me, or that I'm naked. But ..." she
hesitated, her eyes glancing towards the closed hallway door. "...
please, I don't want you to hurt Mark. I'll have sex with you, if
you want. I'll do whatever you want. Gladly. Just ..."

He pushed himself up to rest his elbows on his knees.

"I'm not going to rape you Linda. There's a million girls in the
world that I could rape if I wanted. I don't."

He hesitated a moment, then spoke again.

"And if you behave yourself, I won't go anywhere near Mark. Okay?"

She looked at him skeptically. She didn't say anything further, and
he simply watched her silently until the sounds of the shower fell
into the eerie silence of the world. No ambulance sirens wailed, no
air conditioners hummed.

At the sound of the shower ceasing, he pushed himself from the sofa
and walked across to her. She stiffened, but then relaxed when he
didn't touch her.

He knelt at her feet. She shifted her legs to the side, away from
him.

"You're going to torture me more?" Her voice was tinged in
resignation. "Please, I don't want to be hurt anymore. I've already
said I'll do whatever it is you want from me."

He smiled at her, touching her left ankle. She hesitated, but then
gave it to him, moving her legs apart. She glanced down at herself,
blushed.

"You want to lick me?" she asked. His position seemed to indicate
his desire. Her query didn't sound like an invitation, but more a
statement of inevitability. He shook his head, and merely placed her
ankle beside the chair leg. Like he had done to Kate and Linda, he
wrapped rope around her ankle, lashing it securely, but not
uncomfortably tightly, to the chair.

"You are going to hurt me again," she sighed.

He looked up at her as he repeated the motions at her right ankle.

"I'm not going to hurt you again, unless you give me reason."

"Then why tie me into a chair again? You're going to tie my breasts
again, aren't you? That hurts, you know."

"Not unless you want me to," he murmured. When he was finished with
her ankles, he wrapped rope around her shoulders holding her back
into the chair. He ensured that the rope avoided her breasts. When
he was done, he checked the knots and then stood. She looked up at
him.

"Why, then?"

"To keep you safe."

"Safe?"

"Where you can't hurt yourself."

She sighed, not quite understanding. She twisted as he moved towards
the entrance of the suite. Mistaking his intent, she called after
him.

"Please, don't hurt him."

He turned. "Who Mark? He's fine. Missing out on all the fun with his
wife, but fine."

"You're leaving?"

He nodded as he crouched beside the bag. He unzipped it and rummaged
around in it for a moment. Finally he straightened with something
small hidden in his hands.

"You're going to leave me like this?" Linda asked. "Why not just let
me go. I'll starve."

He laughed, standing in front of her again.

"I won't let you starve. Don't worry your pretty head about that."

"If you're going to leave anyway, then why not let me free. Where
would I go?"

"You're safer like this."

Linda sighed, understanding that she wasn't going to win this. She
pulled half-heartedly at her ankles.

When she looked up, he was holding a clothespin in front of her
eyes. It took a moment for her vision to correct and for her mind to
recognise it for what it was.

"Please, no," she whispered.

Instead of heeding her, he reached down. She tried to twist, but the
ropes held her securely to the chair.

"No. No. No," she cried.

And then she screamed as the clothespin clamped mercilessly onto her
nipple. She screamed again as a second one clamped onto her right
side.

"Please, God, take them off. It hurts. It hurts. Please."

Tears streamed down her cheeks. Shaking her body only made the pain
worse. Dimly, she heard the sound of a hair drier, probably her own,
turn off with her screams, and then start up again.

At last, the pain eased a little, and she looked up into his
impassive face. He didn't care that she was in pain. Not at all. Or
if he did, he hid it well.

"Please, you can't leave me like this. It hurts."

He crouched, leaning on her bare knees with his forearms. His chin
rested on his arms, only a few inches from her sex. She could feel
his breath on her tummy.

"Please," she whispered. "You have no idea ..."

He smiled.

"Linda, I want you imagine yourself sitting here for hours while I
take Kate and Leigh out to play. Those things on your breasts, your
toes tied to your breasts."

"Oh, God." It could always be worse. "Please, no. Just leave the
clothespins on. Please." She remembered the pain of the previous
punishment, and wasn't anxious to repeat that. Especially not for
hours, with no hope of convincing the empty room to let her go.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, her hands flexing behind her back.

She screamed again as pain flooded into first her right nipple and
then her left. She opened her eyes, expecting to see her nipples
ripped from her body, but they were intact, no longer sporting
wooden springs.

The hair drier silenced in the distance.

She wasn't sure, but she thought they hurt more going than coming,
but it didn't take long for her nipples to regain a sense of
normalcy. They ached, but she could handle the discomfort now. When
she looked up again, he was seated on the sofa watching her again.
The two clothespins sat harmlessly on the tabletop, aimed towards
her. So innocent looking.

"You won't need to do that again," she whispered.

"I know," he smiled.

He silenced, and sat back. She turned her head to watch the bedroom
doorway.

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He'd left her faced away from the entrance, where the two
clothespins would mock her lack of freedom until they returned. The
lake spread out across the bay of windows above the hot tub. She
wished that she was still reclined in it, eating grapes out of the
hand of Mark. But Mark was silenced somewhere else, wasn't he?

Leigh and Kate stood docile as he handcuffed them beside the tub.
Their hair shone, and their bodies looked scrubbed as they stood
beside each other.

He showed them two patches of black.

"You're going to collar us like dogs?" Leigh asked incredulously.

"Unless you'd like to be muzzled, too," he answered.

Leigh shrugged and bowed her head. He gently brushed her hair aside,
and buckled the collar around her throat. She swallowed as she
raised her head. He did the same to Kate, and after she
straightened, he clipped two lengths of leather to rings set in the
collars.

"A leash?"

"I could attach one to your nipples, if you prefer," he remarked
easily. Leigh sighed, and stepped forward when he tugged her leash.
Kate moved forward, as well.

They stopped in front of Linda, who looked up at them wearily.

"How long are you going to be?" the naked girl bound in the chair
asked.

"Maybe forever," he replied.

Kate shot him a dirty look. Despite the collar about her throat, she
looked almost regal. She crouched in front of Linda.

"We'll make sure he doesn't forget about you," she said. Leigh
nodded in agreement.

Then he tugged their leashes, and the naked girls stumbled into
motion, chains clinking. He pressed the pack into Kate's fingers,
and she grasped it, swinging against the back of her thighs.

Linda twisted to watch as he opened the door. She looked away as
Mark began to fall into view.

"We'll be back soon," Leigh called.

The door closed with a whoosh and a click. Linda sighed, and turned
to watch the brightly lit lake beyond her prison. It was going to be
a long, long day.


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