Message-ID: <42026asstr$1051099803@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20030422170524.21703.qmail@nym.alias.net> From: Crimson Dragon X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 22 Apr 2003 17:05:24 -0000 Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [062/157] (MF+, bond, control) {Crimson Dragon} Date: Wed, 23 Apr 2003 08:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates -----BEGIN PGP SIGNED MESSAGE----- ==================================================================== Author's Shortened Preface: ==================================================================== 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 ==================================================================== Dawn of Time - Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) Chapter 62 ==================================================================== (C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) ==================================================================== The roar of the showers tickled Kate's ears. In the relative silence of the world, the sound of cascading water amplified as it reached her. She stood beside Leigh, gazing longingly at the cleansing sprays from the multiple shower heads left on by the girls who were now towelling off and talking quietly amongst themselves. A touch to her shoulder turned her gently. Kate swivelled on her bare feet, a touch of dampness apparent beneath, probably dripped from Lisa, or Anne, or Tyler. He shuddered, holding up his hands. His fingertips were coated with the grime that encrusted Kate and Leigh's bodies from head to ankle. The smells of ketchup, some relish, and the faint tinge of vinegar wafted into Kate's senses. Leigh laughed lightly. "Now you know how we feel," she murmured. He grimaced, finding a relatively clean spot on Leigh's body, the hollow just below her collarbone. Their shoulders had taken the brunt of the condiments streaked through their formerly lustrous hair. Kate shivered. He wiped his fingers on Leigh, who suffered it with grace. "Sticky, isn't it?" she said with a twinkle in her eye. Instead of returning her tease, he grimaced again, and simply held up his fingers in front of her lips. Softly, he touched her lips. The sense of justice retreated from her eyes, as she realised what he wanted her to do. She shook her head, his fingers dragging across her lips. "Please, I don't want to ..." He smiled, then, and touched her lips again, urging them apart. Resigned, the naked girl opened her mouth. He didn't place his digits in reach of her teeth. A vague memory tickled Kate. Her tongue licking his finger, her scent, her musk, her sweetness filling her own mouth. She sighed. "He wants you to lick him clean." Leigh closed her mouth, then shook her head again. Her hair moved limply against her soiled shoulders. "I can't do that," Leigh whispered. Kate sighed again, and stepped towards the Timeman. Taking a deep breath, she spoke. "I'll do it. Leave her alone. Please?" She parted her lips slightly and stuck her tongue between. The air partly dried it, but she wiggled her tongue. He laughed, motioning her to stick her tongue back in her mouth. She did, sighing. "I want Leigh to do it." "Please. You can clean up in the shower. Like us. Please?" "Are you inviting me into your shower?" Leigh looked confused, unsure of what the correct answer was. She opted for the truth. "I'd rather not." He held his fingers up again. Leigh grimaced, and glanced around the room. The only one paying her any heed was Kate, who averted her eyes. "Ugh," Leigh whispered. She pulled against her restraints with more force than usual. "That tastes awful." She spit towards the shower - -- not a man's spit, but more of a feminine raspberry. Her eyes watered. "Thank you," he said to Leigh. It was perhaps the first time that Kate had heard him address a female with any semblance of politeness. No. He'd apologised to Leigh earlier for hitting her harder than he'd meant. That had sounded sincere as well. And he'd forced Darren to apologise to her for calling her a 'bitch'. He had a warped sense of ethics. Leigh choked again, and without waiting for permission, stepped into the sprays, opening her mouth and letting the water rinse out the taste of the mingled condiments and probably salty perspiration. Rivulets of red and yellow swirled out of Leigh's hair and from her skin, snaking down the skin of her back, and bottom, lazily diluting into the water babbling towards the drain at her bare feet. Kate glared at him, and he shrugged with a smile. "May I join her?" Kate asked. Part of her balked at the simple act of being forced to ask for permission. Part of her tingled. And part of her simply knew that she had to do it, if she ever wanted the ketchup cleansed from her skin. He handed her a bar of white soap. The bar was better than half-finished, light in her hand. The remnants of the word Ivory was indented across its surface. Kate wondered who owned it. While she watched, he bent and rummaged through a girl's bag. The girl, a brunette, in her underwear, stood frozen, reaching to the bag that he now held in his hands. A tampon fell out, and he ignored it as it rolled against the girl's bare foot. Under other circumstances, Kate would have been disturbed at the lack of privacy, but considering her condition, it didn't seem ... justified. He smiled and handed her a small bottle of conditioning shampoo. "Will this do?" he asked. She examined the bottle. It wasn't her normal brand, but it was shampoo -- better than running bar soap through her hair like the other girls had. She nodded. "You can join her," he said simply. Carrying the soap and the shampoo in her bound hands, she stepped towards the shower. She turned before entering, at the sound of his voice. "You know to wash her, and Leigh should wash you, right?" "I figured," Kate mumbled, though she had hoped that he would let her wash herself. Leigh still stood under the sprays, relishing the water with small moans. "I don't suppose we could dispense with the handcuffs, for the shower?" she asked hopefully. He slowly shook his head, waving her in. She hesitated. "Won't they rust?" He shrugged. "We can always get more." "If you can get them off us." He shrugged again. Sighing, she turned her back to him, and stepped into the warm sprays. The gunk began to dissolve under the stinging onslaught. Leigh actually laughed as she spied Kate turning her face into the nearest spray. <---===***===---> Kate tried to ignore the sensations of Leigh's skin. The girl was soft and silky and slippery as she pushed the soap over her back. Her breasts were at least as firm as her own, though slightly smaller, her tummy ticklish. Leigh sputtered as Kate ran the soap over her face, closing her eyes and sighing as the goop rinsed away in a kaleidescope of colour. Kate glanced towards the entranceway. He wasn't there, probably watching the other girls dry themselves, or perhaps he was asleep, taking a catnap. She hoped the latter, but understood that the former was far more probable. Her cuffed hands worked soap around Leigh's legs. She had to kneel to lather up Leigh's legs and feet, and the position reminded her of what she'd been forced to do with Karen. She shivered, her fingers pausing at the juncture of Leigh's thighs. The girl had her eyes closed, water running through her still dirty brunette locks above. Tentatively, she touched the soft curls between Leigh's legs. Leigh groaned. "It's okay," Leigh said. When Kate looked up, Leigh's face was dripping down with a half-smile. "I need to be washed there, and ... I'm apparently not allowed to do it myself." "But ..." "The other girls must have done it. What do you think all the giggling was." "Are you going to giggle?" Leigh laughed. "I might. But I'm not trying to replace Karen." Kate blushed deeply. "It. It's not like that." She pulled her fingers from Leigh's wet thighs. Leigh crouched, the water spilling over her. She raised her cuffed hands to brush at the water overspilling into her eyes. A dot of mustard streaked her hair, almost like blonde highlights. Kate's eyes rested on it, rather than Leigh's eyes. "This situation is strange, Kate. I'm so fucking aroused, I might even orgasm in here, if you aren't careful. Girl or not. I had to lick his damn fingers. We are doing things that we hadn't imagined. You know?" Kate nodded. "It's okay. I don't mind," Leigh whispered. "You can't climax. You know that, right?" Kate said. She was certain that he'd punish them for fooling around in here. She didn't know why -- he hadn't expressly forbidden it of them, but somehow she just knew. "You realise that I'm going to have to wash you, too, right?" No. It hadn't actually occurred to her. She wasn't sure if she could hold it off, if Leigh wasn't careful. "I'll be quick. I wish I had a cloth." Leigh grinned, almost a loopy, carefree grin. Kate knew what she felt like. It wasn't like they were in here washing each other, by choice. "I'm glad you don't," Leigh whispered. Kate glanced towards the entrance again, a small movement catching her eye. Lisa, the blonde girl who'd kissed her toes, stood quietly beside the Timeman, a yellow towel wrapped modestly around her breasts and middle. She shifted her weight from foot to foot. Kate swallowed, a bit of shower water slipping between her lips. Leigh obligingly spread her legs a little, and Kate slipped her soapy hand between Leigh's legs. She was as soft as she remembered her own sex to be, though she hadn't touched herself in a long, long time. Leigh moaned, beginning to tense. Kate lowered her hand as Leigh began to tremble, her hips rocking. "Thank, God," Leigh whispered. "I almost ..." "I know. It doesn't take much here." After a few minutes, Kate raised her hand again, rubbing the soap over Leigh's lips quickly. She glanced at the two watching them, and then with an evil grin, let her middle finger slip between Leigh's lips. Leigh jumped as if she'd been shocked with a cattle prod, gasping. "No. No. Noooo," she spoke to the spray, her words muffled by the water pouring into her mouth. Leigh's clitoris was swollen, as Kate knew it would be. It was probably at least as swollen as her own. She merely let the one stroke slip between, and then splashed spray upwards with her palms to rinse Leigh. Leigh sighed, her face flushed and eyes closed. When Kate glanced back at the entrance, the two were gone. <---===***===---> Leigh shivered as the cooler shampoo ran through her hair for a second time. The first time, only yellow and the sharper aroma of vinegar had met the lather, swirling towards the drain beneath the girl's feet. The second time, Kate worked her fingers through the long hair, and lather sprang up, clean and white. Leigh's hair felt wonderful, soft and squeaky under Kate's fingers. Leigh sighed, as Kate's fingers rubbed the gunk from her scalp, cleansing, and purifying her. Her hair felt like she imagined Karen's might have. After a long time, she released Leigh. The naked girl turned, giving Kate a long look, and then dipped her hair back into the spray, the lather leaving her body and hair to disappear down the drain. <---===***===---> Leigh knelt as Kate had, her fingers light and teasing. Slippery softness slid along Kate's sensitive skin, teasing nipples, and lips. One wet finger slipped into the folds, riding forward, circling her clitoris. And then it was gone, her nerves screaming frustration into her being. 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