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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [083/157] (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 83

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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The sudden image of a television, blank but humming, but without
even static permeated his mind. The taste of milk filled his mouth
for a moment, and then disappeared. Disturbed, he cocked his head
to the side, delving through the fabric of the universe. He expected
to see the image of a girl, stretched out on a park bench, but that
didn't happen. Only a faint tingle deep in his groin, deeper than
his penis, an unfamiliar sensation that instinctively, he knew to be
female. And sexual.

But as quickly as it came, it vanished. He shook his head, and
pushed open the oaken doors to the lobby. He half expected them to
jump him, swinging primitive weapons at his head. Instead, Kate
looked up from where she'd sprawled out on the floor, her fingers
tented in a magazine. Leigh had curled up, her bare legs tucked
under her, in one of the comfortable looking reception chairs. Leigh
didn't look up from the smaller magazine she held in her lap.

"How'd it go?" Kate asked. At Kate's words, Leigh looked up in
surprise, almost as if she'd been lost in whatever it was she was
reading.

"How'd what go?"

"Your expedition? Did you solve your legal problems?"

He settled into a chair across from Leigh.

"It was more complicated than that."

Leigh took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Her face was a mask of
indecision. She began to climb out of the chair, obviously aimed to
lower herself to the floor. He motioned for the girl to stop, and
almost gratefully, she tucked her legs back up under her body. She
held her breath for a moment, then appeared to make up her mind, and
spoke solemnly.

"Was she good?"

"Who?"

"Whatever girl you found to have sex with."

He laughed. "I didn't rape anyone."

"She agreed to have sex with you?"

"No. If you must know, I'm still virginal."

"Bullshit."

He shrugged. "I didn't have sex any more than you two did. Okay?"

"That wasn't what I was worried about."

"What are you reading?"

Leigh held up her magazine. It was an old issue of Reader's Digest.
The girl made a face.

"It's not all that deep."

"You don't like the stories about being lost in the woods, eating
caribou?"

The girl shrugged. "Better than being tied up and whipped, I
suppose." She put the magazine back on the coffee table.

"Next time we're near a book store, remind me if you aren't being
punished, and maybe we can find something more ... stimulating."

He turned to Kate. Kate smiled a little more genuinely. She held up
her magazine, her finger marking her place.

"Seventeen??" he said.

"It is my age," Kate said. "But I wasn't really impressed with the
reading selection here, either. Don't really care if the Backstreet
Boys are fighting depression. I'm lying here collared and naked,
after all."

He grinned and rose. Kate sighed and closed the magazine, returning
it to the coffee table to lie beside Leigh's Reader's Digest.

Leigh pushed herself out of the chair, too.

"It was nice while it lasted," she murmured. Her bare body unfolded,
and she stood.

Kate fingered her collar, a wistful look in her eyes.

"Can we ditch these things? They're itchy and these leashes get in
the way."

"Soon," he said. Instead of ditching the symbols of the girls
captivity, he gathered up the leads in one hand. He didn't need to
tug. The girls fell into step easily behind him, the chains between
their wrists jingling.

He ushered them through the oaken doors and into the maze of
corridors.

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Kate pulled free with a gasp, the leash trailing through his fingers
to tangle in her bare legs as she rushed forward. Leigh sighed, and
did the same. He didn't chastise them.

Monique sat with one hand raised above her head, her bare legs
curled under her. Her left hand was held by a pair of handcuffs to
the doorknob of an office. Her free hand covered her face, her
shoulders rising and falling in quiet sobs.

The nameplates on the door read 'A Fisher' and 'H Weeks'.

Kate fell to her knees in front of Monique, gently tilting the
woman's face upwards. When Monique saw Kate, naked and collared, she
screamed. Leigh walked up the the girls more sedately, concern on
her face.

"Shhhh," Kate said, glancing back at the Timeman with a look of
distaste. "It's all right," she murmured.

"Your. Your. Your ..."

"Naked? Collared? I know," Kate said gently. She shifted and
gathered the naked woman into her arms.

"He took you, too," Monique said. Her tears were drying quickly.

"I'm Kate, and the other naked girl up there is Leigh. We. We
attend the same high school."

"Christ. High school?"

Kate nodded slowly.

"My God," Monique said. Then she regained some of her composure.
"I'm Monique."

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He fumbled at the lock holding the collar to Leigh's throat.
Eventually, it gave up the fight, and released with a sharp click.
Leigh sighed as her throat emerged from the leather. A slight red
mark adorned her neck. She rubbed at the skin with her bound hands,
scratching lightly with her fingernails.

"Ahhhh," she sighed.

He turned to Monique who still lay in Kate's arms, the cuffed wrists
encircling her throat. She'd tried to rise a few times, but Kate
insisted on mothering the slightly older woman.

He glanced at their faces. If he didn't know better, he would have
sworn they were related. True, Monique sported brunette hair, kinked
where it had formerly been drawn into a bun but now was loose about
her shoulders, while Kate's hair shone clean and soft with a fire
that rivalled the sun. But the facial features were similar,
especially the eyes. They both had deep, bright, expressive eyes.

He bent, urging Kate's bare arms from Monique. Monique sat up.

"She's so new. You don't have to do that," Kate said.

He shrugged, and Monique seemed to hesitate, but eventually held her
hair up and out of the way with her free right hand. In a moment, he
locked the leather about her throat, and the leash dangled.

"I'll wear it, if you want. I didn't mean to complain," Leigh said
quietly from behind.

He gently shook his head, wondering at her selflessness. In her
position, he wasn't sure he'd be offering the same, but Leigh seemed
sincere. She'd rather wear the symbol, than inflict it on another.
Even if her neck was perpetually itchy from it.

He reached up, releasing Monique's wrist from the doorknob. He half
expected her to rebel, and strike out at him when free, or perhaps
run, but the girl didn't. She merely rubbed at her wrist, and
watched him warily.

He urged Monique up, and she stood.

"Time to see Amber and Heather," he said. Kate rose to her bare feet
at the words and moved away from the door. He addressed Leigh and
Kate. "You two can stay out here."

He motioned the girls to the far side of the corridor. Without
protest, Leigh and Kate stood against the far wall. At his nod, they
slipped downwards, carefully keeping their legs together, and sat
quietly.

"I don't want to go in there," Monique said quietly.

"Would you prefer to crawl for Johnson some more? Have sex with
him?"

The girl swallowed heavily, and shook her head. Tears lined her
eyelids, but didn't shed.

"Please," she whispered.

He turned her, and opened the door to the office.

A blond girl sat at a computer, her hand on the mouse. Another
girl, brunette, stood against the far wall, waiting for something.

They were both college aged, and attractive girls. The Timeman
smiled, and led Monique into the room. She hesitated, but then
allowed herself to be led. The door clicked shut, isolating them
from Kate and Leigh.


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