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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [084/157] (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 84

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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Amber and Heather both screamed as they reanimated. Monique cringed,
and tried to step behind the gunman, knowing it was probably more
the sight of her nudity that set off the other two girls than their
sudden appearance.

"Relax, ladies," the gunman said quietly.

It was as though the sound of his voice was hypnotic; both Amber and
Heather clamped their lips together and fell silent.

"Which of you is Amber?"

The blonde girl at the computer raised her hand.

"That would make you Heather ..." he mused. He stepped towards
Amber, leaving Monique exposed. He leaned on Amber's desk.

"Girls," he said. The gun remained visible in his hands. "Let me
introduce Monique, over there. She's the naked one in the collar."

Amber whimpered a little, unmoving.

"What ... what do you want?" Amber asked, her voice wavering.

"Actually," he said, "I'm glad you asked. Monique here, is being
tested. She's going to have sex with you both."

"Please, no," Monique moaned from near the door. She backed up, her
eyes following the gunman, until her bare back touched the wood of
the door.

Instead of acknowledging her, the gunman stood and rounded the desk.
Without hesitation, he held the gun to Amber's temple.

"Oh, God. Oh, God," Amber murmured, her body rigid beneath his
grasp. His left arm snaked around and under her chin to grip her
neck.

"Heather?"

The brunette had shifted along the wall to stand bunched into a
corner, as far from the gunman as possible. The girl made a
strangled sound.

Monique closed her eyes, and whispered.

"Please, they're scared," she said, "they don't know what's going
on."

"They don't need to," he said simply. "They just need to be
available, and pretty." He turned back towards Heather with a slight
smile playing across his lips. "Strip," he ordered her simply.
Heather slowly shook her head as if she were in shock.

He released Amber's throat and picked up a metal straightedge from
the girl's desk. Amber's eyes followed its path. He stroked Amber's
cheek with it, and then swung it against her face. The pain
registered almost immediately, and her scream fell from her throat
without thought or intent. A red welt appeared where he'd hit the
girl.

"Please," Monique said when the screams had died. "Heather, just
strip. He'll make us do it, somehow."

Heather, her eyes wide as a cat's, slowly shook her head.

Another scream penetrated the room as he struck Amber's other cheek.
She tried to twist her head, but his hand twined into her hair,
holding her.

"Heather!" Monique cried. She stepped forward towards the cowering
brunette. "Please! She's your friend. He'll kill her."

Another scream pierced the air.

"Oh, God. Oh God," Heather mumbled. Monique reached forward and
began to unbutton the girl's blouse. At the touch of her fingers,
Heather seemed to flow back into reality, and began to help, her
fingers taking over for Monique's.

"Stop, stop," Heather said as another cry of pain echoed through the
small office. "I'm doing what you asked. Please, no more."

Amber sat weeping her hands rubbing at her cheeks, tears running
down her face. Monique pulled at Heather's skirt, and quickly, the
girl's clothing fell in heaps on the carpet. They didn't bother with
jewellery, but in moments, the girl was nearly as naked as Monique.

He watched the nude girls, satisfied. His left arm had snuck back
around and under Amber's chin. She tried to pry it with her fingers,
but stopped when he squeezed her windpipe. After that, she sat still
and simply watched as Heather, weeping, swept the desk at the back
of the office clear of clutter. The clatter as it struck the floor
caused a wince from Amber.

Crying, Heather climbed up on the desk, and lay inert, her hands at
her side, legs together.

"Heather?"

The brunette girl turned towards him. Tears streamed down her
cheeks, and her face registered complete confusion.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because Monique needs to learn this."

"Why?"

"Because she does."

"I'm not going to fight you," Monique said. She leaned on the edge
of the desk over the naked body of Heather.

Without a word, he released Amber's throat, and picked back up the
straightedge. He pulled the blonde to her feet, and placed her
against the wall, the gun pressing into her chest. He struck her
again with the ruler, and the girl screamed predictably.

With a moan, Monique fell to her knees, pushing apart Heather's
thighs. She hesitated until another scream from Amber convinced her
that fighting this was futile.

She closed her eyes, and lowered her head, the unfamiliar taste of
another woman sweet and musky. Heather cried out at the sensations
of Monique's lips and tongue, her thighs squeezing at Monique's
head.

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

The sharp pain of her hair being pulled brought her head upwards
from licking Heather. The girl wasn't moving beneath her, for which
Monique was somehow grateful. If Heather had enjoyed her attentions,
it would have been worse, somehow.

"You don't need to pull my hair. I'll stop. Gladly."

The hand didn't ease its pressure, until Monique was on her bare
feet again. A little more, and a cry, and Monique was forced to her
toes, and then without warning he dropped her. Monique stumbled,
finally catching her balance. Tears of pain and confusion slipped
down her cheeks.

His eyes held a hardness that she hadn't seen before. There was a
sparkle of intelligence, and hunger, almost as if the hardness was
an act, but it was still hardness. Monique was suddenly afraid --
for herself, for Heather and for Amber. Despite Blake's assurances
that this man was a man of honour, she couldn't figure out what man
of honour would force women to do these things.

She gasped as he gripped her leash harshly, and led her stumbling
and crying to where Amber stood against the wall. The girl was
striped with red welts from the straightedge. It lay, almost
innocently, half off the side of her desk beside her computer mouse.
Amber's eyes looked glazed, and nearly unresponsive. Monique hoped
that the girl wasn't in a catatonic state, but it might have been
better if she were. She didn't remember at which point he'd forced
the girl to strip, Monique's tongue being buried in Amber's friend,
but Amber stood naked, now, marks across her breasts and belly.

"You're going to kill them," Monique whispered fiercely. But he
didn't look like he cared much. Monique knelt as he pressed hard on
her shoulder.

He pressed her head forward, and Monique sighed as she used her
mouth again, trying to ignore what she was doing. She could feel his
eyes on her nudity as she tried to pleasure the other girl. She knew
the theory, and even if she'd never practised before, the girl above
her began to moan. This upset Monique more than Heather's sexual
unresponsiveness.

With a start, Monique pulled back. She glanced over her shoulder. He
was standing beside where Heather still lay on the desk. Monique
half expected him to be raping the girl, but he was only touching
her breasts. Heather stared at the ceiling.

"Why did you stop?" he asked Monique.

Thinking quickly, the naked woman answered, "My tongue is numb.
It's not like I'm used to this."

He didn't seem to care, but he released Heather, who visibly relaxed
as his fingers left her skin. Without a word, he stepped over to
where Monique knelt.

"Continue, until I say stop," he said. Menace dripped from his
voice.

Monique shivered, but shook her head. "No," she said. "This is
enough. I can't."

He shrugged, and lifted the straightedge again from the desk.

"Please, no more," Amber said in a moan.

Before Monique could stop him, he drove two stripes of pain into
Amber's bare skin. One across her nipples, and the other in front of
Monique's eyes at thigh level. Amber couldn't even scream, her body
writhing. The girl collapsed and Monique backed away, crying.

"I'll do it. I'll do whatever you fucking want," Monique screamed.

Satisfied, he grabbed at Amber's hair, dragging the naked girl back
to her feet. "Please, please, please," she murmured struggling for
breath.

Monique flashed the gunman with another look of hate, and shuffled
forward on her knees. Amber began to moan again, as soon as
Monique's tongue slipped between her lips.

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

To her surprise, Monique felt the naked girl above her climax. It
wasn't earth shattering, but small convulsions of vaginal muscles
squeezed her tongue. Monique closed her eyes, as Amber shuddered
above her.

Monique backed away, worriedly looking over her shoulder. The
gunman idly brushed at Heather's breasts, but the hardness had fled
his visage. He smiled at Monique, and strangely, it made her feel
almost proud, that she'd succeeded in whatever it was he wanted her
to do. He nodded, and Monique leaned back, supporting herself on her
hands.

Amber slipped quietly, moaning, to the floor, her thighs spread
almost obscenely, one leg on either side of Monique.

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

"She climaxed, what's the point in making me lick her more?" Monique
asked from between Amber's thighs. "I will, don't hit anyone
anymore, please, but she climaxed. Isn't that what you wanted?"

Actually, she could see that he didn't care if the girl's enjoyed
Monique's attention or not. It was Monique's lesson, not their's.
She didn't know what the lesson was, exactly, but she suspected that
she'd learned it.

He touched her head again, urging her back down. With a sigh,
Monique lowered her head again, her tongue finding Amber's clitoris
again. Tiredly, she hoped that he wouldn't make her continue this
lesbian encounter much longer. Amber's hands, suddenly animated,
rested in Monique's hair, but didn't push her away.

Amber tasted different after her climax, the sweetness of her
moisture intensified. The girl moaned, and tried to prevent
Monique's tongue from teasing her, her hips rocking backwards, away
from Monique's tongue. Monique whispered another apology -- she knew
how uncomfortable it could be to be touched intimately after a
climax, though never by another woman. She supposed it was the same
whether the touch was a man's penis, or a girl's tongue.

Thankfully, she rose again, when he touched her shoulder.

Her tongue felt tired, as did her entire being.

She'd never been with a woman before today, and now, two in a matter
of fifteen minutes. One who climaxed.

A flush forced itself into her bare features.

She watched as he almost gently raised Amber back to her bare feet.
The red welts of the straightedge remained across her face, her
breasts and her thighs. Amber moaned but didn't resist.

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

Amber and Heather stood against the back wall of the office,
Heather's right hand handcuffed to Amber's left. Neither girl looked
particularly aware of her situation, mostly a glazed look of shell
shock across their faces.

Monique stood by the entrance, wishing that she could open the door,
step past Kate and Leigh, and leave this nightmare.

A damn collar, and a leash??? Crawl in front of Blake and Johnson?
Buck naked? Forced to lick these two girls?

She swallowed heavily. He appeared in front of her, holding up the
straightedge. Monique cowered back.

"Please, I've done what you wanted. You don't have to hit me."

He laughed. The easy playfulness had reentered his eyes. The
hardness, the lack of caring that had scared Monique so badly, had
retreated. She wondered if it was a sexual thing -- that to thwart
this man during his sexual desires caused the hardness. She wasn't
sure that it wasn't simply an act in pursuit of control -- her
control.

She shivered.

He lifted her right hand and pressed the ruler into it. She gripped
it lightly, confused. For a moment, she considered bashing it across
his smiling face, even if he killed her horribly afterward, he'd at
least feel what he'd inflicted on Amber.

Before she could lift her right arm, he swept away in a mock grand
entrance.

"Pick one. I want you to hit one of them."

Monique bit her lip. Integrity. He slowly shook her head.

"I won't. I won't hit either of them. They've suffered enough, and
they've done what you asked."

The girls had pressed themselves against the wall as best they
could, as if wishing that they could pass through it without benefit
of a door. At least they retained enough sense to be afraid of what
the man was saying.

Monique held out the straightedge towards him. "If you want to hit
them, you'll have to do it yourself."

He ignored the proffered metal, and sat up on the desk where Monique
had been forced to lick Heather. Monique's eyes stole to the naked
girl against the wall. Heather looked like she was about to face a
firing squad. Perhaps she was. In a way.

"If you don't hit one, I'll hit both, you realise."

Monique nodded wearily. "I can't control that."

"You can. Only one needs to feel the sting of that thing."

Monique shook her head slowly. "Your rules, not mine. I can't hit
them. I won't."

"I could force you," he said.

Monique inhaled deeply. "You could, perhaps, if you killed enough
people, but I won't hit them now. I won't. I can't."

She dropped the ruler to the floor at her feet. It touched her left
foot, and she stepped back away from it, as though it had given her
an electric shock.

"What would old man Blake have told you to do?"

Monique closed her eyes, swaying on her feet. Blake had been
returned to where ever it was that this man froze people. He wasn't
here anymore to tell her how to conduct herself. It had been easier
with Blake helping her. Even when that meant making a decision to
remove her clothes, or to crawl. What would Blake have suggested?

Slowly, Monique opened her eyes. He was watching her expectantly.

She shook her head again. "He would have told me that this was worth
my integrity. I can't hit them. I know I'm risking punishment, and
I'm sorry. I can't."

He looked at her intently for a moment, then hopped down from the
desk. He approached her, and she refused to lower her eyes from his.
She shook, afraid that he would hit her with his bare hands, slap
her, or punch her, twist her nipples, but he didn't.

He nodded. "Actually, you're right, he would have told you exactly
that."

Monique nodded, surprised that he would acknowledge it.

He picked up the ruler from where she'd dropped it. He traced it
down her skin, starting at her throat, and ending just above her
belly button. She shivered, but refused to flinch.

"Instead of hitting them, hit me. They can barely stand, they're so
shell shocked. You didn't need to do that to them."

"But I did. You needed to understand."

"Understand what? That you are in control? Of me?" Monique paused
for a moment, raising her eyes to his. "I understand that. I did
exactly what you asked, except for hitting them. I can't do that."

He sighed and stepped back from her. Returning to the desk. He
tapped his own thigh through his jeans with the ruler. He didn't
wince, though he'd obviously hit himself harder than he had Amber
earlier. Even with jeans to protect him.

"Do you want me to hit you?" he asked.

Monique felt tears beginning to form. She blinked and they abated
before they fell. She shook her head.

"I don't want to be put into pain, no. But if it will stop you from
hurting Amber and Heather, and you need to hit someone, a naked
girl, yes. I'll let you hit me, instead."

"Open the door, Monique. Let Kate and Leigh in."


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