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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [089/157] (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 89

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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As soon as Leigh was free, she ran to the naked girl tied into the
chair, ignoring her aching calves. She knelt, her fingers fumbling
at the knots holding the girl into the chair.

When Kate was free, she picked up the plastic bag, carried it to the
small coffee table, and began to extract the sandwiches within.

Andrea and Monique stood awkwardly in the front entrance rubbing
their suddenly freed limbs, and trying to catch their breath. A
cart, with the remnants of an opulent breakfast stood beside them,
bathed in white linen.

The Timeman lowered himself into a sofa, eyes watching the various
naked females as they busied themselves around the suite.

Linda rose from her chair, as Leigh sighed in satisfaction and began
to coil up the ropes that had held Linda. Linda stretched, and
turned, her eyes widening at the sight of Andrea and Monique
standing in the front entrance. She turned, the question dying on
her lips. She yawned and stretched, finally lowering herself to her
knees without being told.

"You didn't have to leave me like that," Linda said quietly.

The Timeman turned his attention to the kneeling girl, and shrugged.
"Was it that bad?"

Linda looked up for a moment, nodding her head. "It hurts, staying
in the same position for hours. My ass is numb."

He laughed, but Linda didn't find her discomfort particularly funny.
Despite that, she was happy to be freed from the chair, and she
lapsed into silence.

Kate spread the wax paper wrapping in front of the Timeman,
smoothing it with her fingers. A submarine sandwich sat like an
island in the middle of the paper.

"That's not the vegetarian one is it?" he asked her.

Kate shook her head and pointed to another sandwich, beside her.
"That one's Andrea's," she said. "I don't have a death wish."

He nodded, and picked up his sandwich. He looked at it, without
taking a bite, then returned it to the paper. Kate continued to
place the sandwiches around the table, one for each girl, leaving
the longest side of the table for their captor. The girls would be
jammed together, but Kate didn't think they'd mind the distance
between them and the clothed man.

When the last sandwich was ready, he looked up, motioning the other
girls to the table. Hesitantly, Andrea and Monique joined the other
three nude girls at the table. Without prompting, Andrea knelt
beside Kate, squirming in, eyeing her sandwich.

"We can eat, now?" Kate asked, touching Andrea's hand before she
picked up her sandwich. Andrea looked puzzled for a moment, then
returned her hands to her lap. Her stomach growled quietly, and she
shifted on her knees.

"When Monique decides to join us."

Kate glanced up. Monique stood behind her, shifting her weight from
bare foot, to bare foot.

"I won't kneel to eat," she said.

He looked up sharply at the girl. "The Japanese do it. Why not?"

"It's bad enough that I'm naked and here, but to kneel to eat. I
won't do it."

"Excuse me?" He rested his hand on the butt of the gun still visible
in his waistband.

Linda looked up, worry crossing her brow.

"Monique, right?"

Monique nodded, turning her attention to Linda. Angry red marks
adorned the girl's wrists from the rope that had held her to the
chair for hours.

Linda hesitated, glancing over at the Timeman. The man nodded almost
imperceptibly, almost as if he hoped that this could be avoided.

"You don't want to do this. He'll punish you."

"I know," Monique said.

"You want to be punished?"

Monique shook her head. A tear began to fall down her cheeks. She
brushed at it, almost tenderly. "I don't want to be naked. I don't
want to kneel. I don't care anymore."

Linda sighed, rising to her feet. She approached Monique.

"He tied me into that chair. He tied ropes to my breasts, and then
to my toes. I couldn't hold my legs up, and it hurt. It hurt. It
hurt. It hurt. I don't want to see anyone go through that."

Monique shook her head. "Integrity," she whispered.

"Integrity will only get you so far," Linda whispered. "He'll make
you do it. You are far stronger to simply kneel and eat. Please,"
she said. Linda turned away before Monique could answer, returning
to her spot, her bare thighs touching both Andrea and Leigh. She
bowed her head, almost as if she were praying.

When Monique still didn't kneel, Kate turned towards her.

"Please, Monique?"

Monique shook her head.

"For me? Think. Downstairs, you agreed to do what he wanted. God
knows, it isn't easy sometimes. But he'll gag me, not you. And I'm
hungry. You know I'd take the gag for you anytime, but not for this.
It isn't worth it. We kneel all the time."

"I can't," Monique whispered. Tears ran in streams down her face.

Kate sighed, and took a wistful look at her still untouched
sandwich. She opened her mouth wide, and looked at the Timeman.

"I want you to eat, Kate. I'll gag you later," the Timeman said
quietly. Kate closed her mouth, a dreadful dryness permeating her
tongue and gums.

Slowly, he rose, and stepped towards Andrea. The girl cringed, but
didn't attempt to escape. The tip of the gun caressed her temple.

"I will hurt her," he said quietly. Andrea paled. He reached down,
his fingers gripping Andrea's left nipple. He tweaked it gently, and
Andrea yelped, but didn't try to stop him from touching her.

Monique sighed, and lowered herself to her knees, beginning to
shuffle forward towards the table.

"You win," she said dully. "Don't hurt her."

"It's far too late for that, Monique. You know that, don't you?" The
girl stopped, and looked up as he released Andrea. Andrea breathed a
loud sigh of relief.

He walked to Monique, gently guiding the girl on her knees towards
Linda's chair.

Silently, she positioned herself as he requested, her ankles to the
outside of the legs, and her hands behind her back, kneeling on the
carpet.

"Leigh, tie her."

Leigh shook her head, but moved towards Monique anyway.

"Please don't make me do this. Any of us could have slipped like
that."

"Some slip," he murmured and returned to his seat. He began to eat,
as he watched Leigh tie Monique into the seat with the ropes that
had restrained Linda for so long.

Monique squirmed, but didn't complain about her punishment. When
she was done, Leigh looked up expectantly.

"She won't resist anymore. Let her eat?"

He shook his head. "She lost that privilege when she wouldn't kneel
immediately."

"She's a human being. She needs to eat."

"I don't want to eat," Monique said quietly.

Leigh sighed, and shuffled on her bare knees back to the table. She
looked at her food distastefully. He put down his sandwich, and
stepped around the table, finally bending and extracting the gag
again from the pack. Kate looked worried for a moment, but he
approached Monique, dangling the ball from his fingers.

"Remember this?"

The girl nodded dully, her eyes following its gentle swing. Without
being asked, she winced as she opened her mouth to accept it.
Sighing, he pushed it between her teeth and fastened it with a click
behind her head.

"Are you going to behave?" he asked her.

She shook her head. The pain from the gag hadn't set in yet, though
she appeared to be in discomfort.

Gently, he ran his hands over her body. Monique closed her eyes, and
tilted her head back, obviously trying to ignore the touches. He
tickled her nipples, which reacted despite her obvious attempts to
ignore the sensations, and then he trailed his fingers down her
belly to her sex. Monique moaned, but tried to stay still as his
fingers entered her.

He didn't stay with her, but rose back to the sofa. He regarded all
the naked girls staring at him with reproach and barely concealed
fear. He smiled, and held up his fingers, tickling Leigh's nose. She
wrinkled her nose, but apparently knew what he wanted. Her tongue
snaked out of her mouth, and licked at the offered fingers.

"She wasn't reacting," he said. None of the girls seemed surprised.
Monique moaned as he unabashed spoke of her sexual response.

"Eat up," he said. "I'll let her go after lunch."

Kate shook her head, and spoke for all the girls around the table.

"I'm not very hungry," she said.

He leaned back in the sofa, crossing his arms across his chest.
"Normally, I'd let you make a decision on whether to eat or not, but
I must insist. I want you all to have your strength."

"I won't eat," Kate said. "You'll have to force feed me, or let
Monique go."

He sighed. "I don't want to hurt her, but I will." Menace dripped
from his voice. Then, he shrugged, and picked up his own sandwich,
tearing off a bite.

Kate sighed. She didn't want to see Monique tortured only to make
her eat. She picked up her sandwich, aware that all the other girls
were watching her. The taste of the sandwich flooded her mouth, and
she sighed contentedly. When she opened her eyes, all the girls were
eating their sandwiches under the watchful eyes of their captor.

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"I'll feed her, if you don't want to untie her. Please?" Leigh
begged. She knelt closer to him, her hands pulling gently at his
jeans. "She'll need her strength, too, won't she?"

He nodded. "If you can get her to eat, I'll ungag her for it."

Leigh raised a grateful face to his, rising up on her knees and
impulsively kissed his cheek. He looked surprised at the gesture,
but waved her away.

Leigh rose, walked over to Monique who looked up at her with tears
in her eyes. Leigh knelt back down so she was at eye-level with the
bound girl.

"Please, Monique. He'll ungag you, at least for a while."

Monique slowly shook her head.

"You have to eat. You are going to need your strength. You know what
he demands of us."

Monique's eyes cried out: "I don't care anymore."

"You do care. You care about us, as we care about you. We can't
stand to see you like this. Please."

Monique shook her head again. A muffled word emerged around the gag.

"We don't even know when we'll get to eat again. We don't know
anything. Eat while you can, Monique. For us?"

Monique began to cry harder, but still shook her head.

Leigh sighed, and leaned forward. She kissed Monique's cheek,
tasting the salty wetness there.

"We don't like seeing you like this. It could be any of us," Leigh
whispered. Then she pushed herself back to her bare feet, and knelt
back at her place at the table. Slowly, she took another bite of
her own sandwich.

He was finished his sandwich, and he watched the girls eat for a few
more minutes in silence. Then he reached forward to the empty place
between Linda and Leigh, and carefully wrapped Monique's sandwich
back up. He placed it in front of his place, then leaned back.

He seemed genuinely disappointed that even Leigh hadn't been able to
convince Monique to eat.

"Maybe later," he said quietly.

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"You're going to keep her, aren't you?" Leigh said quietly.

The rest of the girls had spread themselves around the suite, Andrea
and Linda talking quietly sitting on the tiles near the hot tub, and
Kate reclining on the other love seat. Monique remained on her
knees, crying quietly tied to the chair, still gagged.

"Who?"

Leigh turned to look at the bound woman, her head bowed, and her
body shaking.

"Monique."

"Why would you say that?"

"You wouldn't be doing this to her, if she wasn't going to stay for
a while."

He regarded the naked girl. Leigh leaned forward, aware of her body,
but leaning her elbows on the coffee table.

"Let her out. Even if she's not staying. Please?"

"In a moment."

"She's learned her lesson."

"I'm not sure she has, but we don't have time to let her kneel there
to learn it completely."

"That's why you are keeping her."

The man regarded the girl again. Her breasts peeked between her
upper arms, almost invitingly.

"Yes," he said simply.

Then, he pushed himself up, looking at all the girls spread over the
room. He smiled as their soft conversations eased at his movement.

"Everyone ready to move?" he asked.


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