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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [085/157] (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 85

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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First Kate, then Leigh, gasped as they stepped over the threshold.

"Jesus," Kate whispered, turning towards the gunman. "They look
like they've been through a damn war."

"They have," Monique whispered.

Amber and Heather cringed against the wall as the two new nude girls
entered the small office. Office equipment cluttered the floor, and
chaos seemed to rule here.

"Kate? What could I do with the two girls here?"

Kate looked confused for a moment, but then answered a bit dully.

"Anything you want."

He watched the redhead expectantly.

"You could tie them up and whip them. You could break their bones.
You could tape cigarettes to their nipples," Kate said.

Amber and Heather moaned together as the tortures were described.
They both paled, as did Monique.

"You wouldn't," Monique whispered.

He shrugged, but didn't move to inflict the terrible torments
suggested. For some reason, she believed that he'd actually taped
cigarettes to a girl before.

Kate walked over to him, kneeling in front of him. Her bare breasts
touched his jeans.

"Whatever you did in here, is enough," she said. "Whatever else you
want, or need, to do, I'll accept. Okay? Hurt me if you need to hurt
anyone."

"I already offered that," Monique said quietly. Kate glanced over
her shoulder, and nodded. Then she turned back around, placing her
bound hands on his knee. She massaged him with her fingers.

"Let's go back to the hotel, get something to eat, free Linda, and
then go from there. Let these girls go. Monique, too. She doesn't
belong here."

"Do you belong here?" he asked the naked girl.

Kate thought about that for a moment, then shook her head.

"I'd like for you to let us all go, but I know you won't."

"I could hurt them, and then return them."

Amber moaned again. With her right hand, she traced the welt that
slashed across her left nipple. As she touched it, she winced.

He hopped off the cleared desk, and walked over to Amber. He
carried the straightedge, swinging it carefully through the air.

Out of the corner of her eye, Monique saw Leigh step forward. She
carefully picked her way through the clutter on the floor, avoiding
anything that looked sharp, until she stood a metre or so behind
him.

"Please leave them alone," Leigh whispered.

He turned to face the naked girl.

"Why shouldn't I whip her until she passes out?"

"It's not right. You can whip me until I pass out. It still isn't
right, but I can take it. She can't. Look at her."

"You don't even know her."

Leigh shrugged. "She doesn't deserve to be hit anymore. Please."

"I could whip her and then return her."

"Yes, you could. I can't stop you. But why would you do that? What
possible reason. Did she hurt you? Did she disobey you? Why???"

Leigh's naked body shook with the force of her conviction.

Monique couldn't stop herself.

"How does he return them?"

The gunman ignored her, but Kate and Leigh turned towards Monique.

"He manipulates time itself. The people you see frozen, they're
simply not in time phase with us," Leigh said. "If he returns a
girl, she returns unharmed, as if this place never existed.
Eventually, I hope, he'll return us, too."

Monique thought about that for a moment. "What about me?"

Leigh shrugged. "I really don't know, Monique. I really don't know."
She turned back towards the Timeman, her face already falling into
pleading. "But those girls, they can't stay here."

"They don't have a choice," he said.

"I know. I don't either. But I'm begging you. I'll get down on my
knees, if you want, and beg you."

He nodded. Leigh sighed and slowly lowered herself to her knees in
front of him. Her bare feet pushed paper and a box of tacks from her
path.

"Do you want me to kiss your feet, too?"

As far as Monique could tell, the girl was serious. She would, if
that would get her what she wanted.

He smiled, and shook his head slowly. Leigh raised her eyes, her
bound hands clasped in her lap.

"Please?"

Monique gasped as the girls simply disappeared. The handcuffs that
had adorned their wrists hung in the air for a moment, and then
clattered to the floor.

Kate pushed herself from where she was kneeling in front of the
desk, scrambling away as blotters and pens and papers returned to
the desktop in front of her as if a reverse tornado had lifted the
debris and created order from chaos.

Amber sat exactly where she had been when Monique had entered, fully
clothed and intently staring at the computer screen. Heather stood
bored at the back of the office, leaning against the wall. Neither
bore the marks of what they'd experienced in this time frame. It was
as if nothing had happened here. For them.

But the taste of Amber and Heather remained on Monique's lips and
tongue, and the memories of their bodies and screams remained within
her mind.

"Thank-you," Leigh whispered as she climbed awkwardly to her feet.

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

Monique stood as still as she could, her hands held clenched at her
side. Leigh and Kate stood against the far wall, where he'd placed
them earlier, close to Heather, and close to where Amber had stood
handcuffed to Heather.

She watched his eyes, which watched her intently, as if he wanted to
see the pain rush into her eyes.

No scream. She didn't want to scream, but suspected that she would.
This was the price of freedom, for Amber and Heather.

Monique glanced at Amber and Heather, oblivious to what surrounded
them -- the price she was about to pay for their freedom. Bracing
herself, she whispered, "I'm ready."

He didn't hit her full force, but she'd never been hit anywhere near
her breasts before. The straightedge struck the side of her breast,
well away from the nipple, but she felt her breast dance on her
chest before the hot pain entered her mind.

She moaned.

The second blow hit her left breast, in the same place as the last
one had struck her right. Dimly, she was aware of Kate and Leigh
cringing as the sound of metal striking flesh fell into the room.

This time, she couldn't help it. She did scream.

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

Tears dripped from her eyes, but she did as she was bade, falling
easily to her hands and knees. Leigh looked at the Timeman
reproachfully, but accepted the leash into her smaller hand. A blue
pack was pressed into Kate's fingers.

At the reception desk, where'd she'd passed so many times before
without ever realising that someday she might be forced to crawl
naked through it, he roughly took the leash from Leigh. Leigh
stepped back, a worried look on her face.

Monique's breasts hurt, especially where the red stripes peeked
around from the side. Her hands and knees felt raw from the carpet.

"What's his name?" he asked. Monique looked up from her position on
all fours.

"Who?" she asked.

He pointed towards the male receptionist. Monique had never figured
out why they had a male receptionist, most firms preferring a pretty
girl to greet clients. But the guy seemed bright and competent,
perhaps a high school dropout. For some reason, even naked and
crawling for a man with a gun, she was embarrassed that she had no
idea of the guy's name.

"I honestly don't know," she murmured.

"Doesn't matter. How would you like to give him a blow job? Or fuck
him on the reception desk?"

Kate spoke quietly. "Haven't you terrorised her enough?"

He turned towards Kate. Monique was unreasonably grateful.

"Would you like to give the guy a blowjob, instead? Or in addition
to Monique?"

"He's cute. I'd give him one instead," Kate murmured.

"I would, too," Leigh echoed quietly. "Please, she's been through
enough for one day."

The gunman pursed his lips, eventually crouching in front of
Monique, ignoring the offers of the other girls.

"You haven't answered my question, Monique."

Monique sighed. "Would I like to give him a blowjob? No. No more
than Kate or Leigh really would. I don't know him, and it would be
... wrong. Do you assume that all women are here to give strangers
blow jobs? It's wrong."

"Would Blake think so?"

He looked like he already knew the answer to that.

"Please, just let me go," Monique whispered.

He shook his head. "If I wanted you to, would you give our nameless
receptionist a blow job?"

"You know I would. I wouldn't like to, but I would. Because you told
me to. You made me have sex with two girls. You think I'd stop at a
receptionist, just because he's a male? I have no desire to be shot
either. Not over this."

He nodded, apparently satisfied. He gathered up the girl's leash and
tugged. With a sigh, Monique began to crawl again.

At the useless elevator doors, he stopped her.

"You can get up, now."

Monique wearily climbed to her knees. Her body felt like she'd run a
marathon, and she only wanted to sleep.

"What now? I give you a blow job?"

He gently shook his head. He rummaged around in the backpack that
Kate held, finally extracting a pair of handcuffs. He zipped up the
pack again, and Kate turned back around to face the group.

Slowly, Monique shook her head.

"You don't have to tie me up."

He nodded.

"I know; I want you restrained. We have a long climb down, Monique.
Just be glad I don't make you crawl down the stair."

Resigned, she pushed herself to her feet, and held out her wrists,
offering her hands to the cuffs. The handcuffs closed securely
around her, and even when she pulled gently, the bands of metal held
her.


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