Message-ID: <43008asstr$1056082203@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20030619170703.32068.qmail@nym.alias.net> From: Crimson Dragon X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 19 Jun 2003 17:07:03 -0000 Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [104/157] (MF+, bond, control) {Crimson Dragon} Date: Fri, 20 Jun 2003 00:10:03 -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, newsman -----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 104 ==================================================================== (C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) ==================================================================== The strains of Mozart filtered from speakers as he leaned quietly against the door jamb leading into the living room. The soft clink of chains echoed to him as the girls shifted positions. He watched them for a while, as they were unaware of him. Andrea lay on the first sofa, her left leg dangling off the edge to accommodate her ankle chain. Her eyes were closed, her hands interlaced behind her neck, and she appeared to be asleep, or listening to the strains of music floating from the speakers. Monique curled up in the corner of the other sofa, her bare legs tucked under her. Her ankle chain was a little longer, and would allow her the pose. Her mind was somewhere far away, in the land of the Talisman. Nicole lay on her belly on the floor beside the coffee table her fingers tented open on a thick book. He couldn't tell what the girl was reading. It was Andrea that sensed his presence. Without opening her eyes, she spoke. "Are they all right?" Monique looked up at the sound of Andrea's voice, and Nicole turned her head to glance over her bare shoulder. Nicole flashed a quick smile and then turned back to her book. Monique slowly folded over a corner of her book and closed it, placing it on the coffee table. After a moment, he answered Andrea. "Who?" "Leigh and Kate. You didn't give them to Nicole's father, did you?" The Timeman laughed, and entered the room. He settled into the sofa with Monique, who pulled her feet back as far as she could to avoid contact. Nicole looked up worriedly and closed her book. He didn't remember picking up the book Nicole was reading -- a copy of Shakespeare's sonnets. "No, they should be safe. They're with him, yes, but I suspect that he's the one that will regret it." "He's dangerous. Please don't leave them with him. I'll go back, if you need someone to play with him," Nicole said quietly. "You can't go back. He'd kill you -- handcuffs or no." Nicole paled, and slowly, painfully, pushed herself into a seated position. Abruptly, he rose, and paced out to the small bathroom in the main entranceway. In it, he poked through some drawers and emerged with a bottle of Tylenol. He returned to the living room. He crouched in front of Nicole, and held out the bottle. "I don't want to kill myself," Nicole said. "Not yet." He laughed, and reached out. She stiffened when he grasped her handcuffed wrists, but then allowed him to turn over her right hand. She grimaced at the marks there -- they seeped slowly, but he suspected that they looked worse than they were. He shook two pills into her right palm, and then closed her fingers around them. "Thank-you," Nicole said. Before he could stop the girl, she popped the pills into her mouth, and dry swallowed them. She gagged, but then smiled. "I was going to get you a glass of water," he remarked as he rose. Nicole shrugged. "He never let me take them with anything, if he even allowed me to have them. I think he wanted me to taste the bitterness." She paused for a moment. "I did." He nodded. "I'm not him." "I know that." He sighed and pushed himself up. Without a word, he left the girls, and wandered into the kitchen. In the fridge, he found a case of root beer. He extracted four cans, and returned to them with the root beer cradled in his arms. "What do I have to do to get that?" Andrea breathed, her eyes rooted to the cans of pop. "Well, I was going to pour it on Monique and have you lick it out of her belly button." Andrea held her ground, her eyes never leaving the cans cradled in his hands. "I will. You know that." He nodded. "Perhaps, some day I'll have you do it, too." He held out one of the cans to the blonde girl. Andrea hesitated. "I don't have to do anything?" "Are you thirsty?" The girl nodded. As far as he knew, she hadn't had anything to drink since he'd taken her. It seemed long ago and far away. "Take it. No strings." She looked confused momentarily, but then extended her small hand and took the can. She opened it deftly and sipped slowly from it. She sighed. He distributed the other two cans to Nicole and Monique. He drained his in one quick swallow. "Do you know how long it's been since I've been allowed anything but tap water?" Nicole breathed. He shook his head. "I don't think he ever let me drink anything but water and milk. And I think the only reason he made me drink milk was to keep my bones strong so he wouldn't break them as easily. I didn't mind, this stuff is hell on the system, but water gets dull." "Enjoy it." He returned to the archway and watched the girls drinking more slowly than he had. They were beautiful arranged around the room. None of them really paid him any attention. "I don't suppose you'd let us free," Monique asked quietly. "I need to have a shower," he said simply. Monique nodded, as if he'd answered her. Perhaps, he had. She sighed, and picked up her book. He watched as her body moved, so exposed, so helpless, so simple. The girl didn't even notice his attention. Instead, she opened the book at the page she had marked, and began to read, her eyes tracking down the paragraphs. As he finally turned towards the staircase, Andrea's voice called to him. "Do you want company?" He was about to refuse, but on impulse, he returned to the room, and released her ankle. The girl raised her eyebrows, but quickly scrambled to her feet. She winked at Monique, as if to say: "I don't understand, but I told you so." Silently, she walked ahead of him, her nudity seemingly not bothering her. She opened the door to the bathroom, and motioned him in. After a second of hesitation, he slipped into the bathroom, and she followed, slowly closing the door. <---===***===---> Her fingers deftly unbuttoned the clasps on his shirt as he watched. Gently, Andrea pushed the fabric from his shoulders and it fluttered to the floor. He stopped her as she began to release the button on his jeans. "You don't seem to be worried about not wearing clothing." Andrea looked up, and let go of his pants. "Don't you want me to see you naked?" she asked. "Seems unfair." He ignored her comment. "No. You. You don't seem to care about me taking your clothing away." Andrea smiled, and backed up until she rested against the counter. "Should I be? Am I ugly?" He smiled. "Quite the reverse. But the other girls don't like being naked all the time." Andrea laughed. "I'd prefer to wear clothes, but since you obviously aren't going to let us, I don't worry about it. This is me. We're all naked under the bits of cloth that we drape around us. We're all naked, vulnerable human beings underneath. Even you." "You don't care that I can look at you anytime I want." "I seem to be at your mercy, and there isn't much I can do about it." "You don't have to offer to shower with me." Andrea smiled. "Maybe I want to." He nodded slowly. She waited a moment to see if he would regale her again with more questions, but when none appeared, she moved forward again. He stopped her fingers again as she began to unbutton his jeans. "Don't tell me that you're shy," Andrea murmured. He laughed, though in truth, the girl wasn't far off the mark. "I won't laugh, even if it's small. I suspect it wouldn't be good for my hide." "I don't think you'll laugh." "Do you want me to leave?" Andrea said. Her tone was serious, though there was a sparkle in her eye. "Would you feel better if you bound my hands?" She glanced around as if looking for a pair of handcuffs. He shook his head, and then released her fingers. Andrea nodded, and then pulled at his jeans, pushing them in one motion to his ankles. He kicked off his shoes, and then leaned down to pull off his socks. He stood in his boxers in front of the naked girl. She looked at him questioningly. "You've made all of us strip for you -- it's your turn, now. And it's only me." She cocked her head to the side. "I have to be naked in front of the whole damn world." "Maybe I should just shower alone." She laughed lightly. "I'll leave, but are you serious?" She pointed at herself, her fingers tracing her nipples that were beginning to become more erect as she spoke. "A naked girl is offering to shower with you. It's not like I need one. I just took one, with Monique. Remember? You chained me to her? Made me wash her? If I can wash another woman, I can wash you." He sighed, and making a decision pushed the last remaining clothing to the floor. He stepped out of the boxers. Andrea glanced down once, a small smile gracing her lips. But it wasn't mirth, and it wasn't mocking. She lifted her eyes purposely to his, and held out her hand. <---===***===---> The water felt wonderful across his shoulders, and her fingers kneading the soap into his skin felt heavenly. He moaned. He looked down, not surprised at his penis. As the water had run over the two of them, and she'd brushed against him, the desire of the last couple of days had surfaced in a rush of blood below. He throbbed, and knew that it wouldn't take more than a few gentle touches and he would explode. But it wasn't time, and he regretted it. Hormones rushed through him, and he idly wondered if time manipulation caused a physiological release of hormones into the bloodstream. It might account for his increased sexual tension while inhabiting this domain. Idly, he wondered if the girls felt the same thing. He hadn't allowed any of them release since he'd taken them. He'd teased them, forced other girls to tease them, but never quite let them climax. His penis throbbed. "Andrea?" "Yes?" Her fingers worked shampoo into his hair as she stood beneath the waterfall behind him. "Forgive me for asking, but how is your sex drive?" "Are you asking if I'd normally offer to take a shower with the guy who stripped me, held me at gunpoint, and kidnapped me in a different time zone?" Slowly, he turned, brushing shampoo from his brow. "I suppose. Are you finding yourself more aroused than normal since I unfroze you?" The girl stepped back. "That's a hard question for a naked girl in a shower with a naked guy. Look, I've been tied up, stripped naked, essentially in public, surrounded by other naked women nearly constantly. I think it's natural. So yes, I've been more -- sexually interested." "Is that why you offered to shower with me?" Andrea slowly shook her head. "No. I offered because I thought that you'd enjoy having some female company in here. Don't you?" Her hair plastered to the top of her head, and beaded over her skin. The effect was tantalising. "Yes," he nodded. "But I'm not expecting anything from you. You realise that, right?" Andrea sighed. "Why don't you rape us? We can't do much to stop you. Hell, you could tie us to beds and rape each of us twice, in turn. But you don't." "No. I don't." "Why?" "I'm not sure I can explain it." Andrea seemed satisfied with that. She stepped forward and seemed to purposely press her bare breasts into his chest. For a moment, he stood there, enjoying the sensations. Her hand dropped to cup his groin, and he moaned, his voice mixing with the shower. He felt her drop, settling to her knees in front of him. He touched the top of her head, and she looked up questioningly. "I don't have to do this." "Do you want to?" "I might," she said evenly. Slowly, he nodded. <---===***===---> Her lips slid along the length of him, her tongue a fluttering satin. Her fingers tickled him, in all the right places. But, it was wrong for him, or she was purposely postponing his release. Honestly, it felt like the latter. He pressed forward into the depths of her mouth. She moaned, and he cried out. He approached the edge of the chasm that was about to claim him. She sighed around him, and bobbed her head one last time. Expertly, she provided just the right amount of suction around him. With a cry, he touched her wet hair, withdrawing. His penis pulsed, and cried out in unfulfilled agony. "You don't need to do this," he whispered. She looked up at him from below, a puzzled expression on her face. "Didn't you like it? I've been told I'm not too bad at this ..." "No, Andrea, you are good." She smiled in some sort of satisfaction. She reached for him again, but he stepped back, and brushed her fingers from him. She glanced up, hurt, but then resignedly pushed herself up to stand under the shower. She made no attempt to keep the water from cascading down her face. "Don't all men want that? A naked woman on her knees?" "Most do." "Don't you? Wasn't I good enough for you?" "Yes, and you were." She paused for a moment, as if considering whether to ask her next question. He waited patiently. At last she spoke, though her voice was uncharacteristically timid. "Are you gay?" He laughed easily, and her face fell into a careful relief. "Would I have this, if I were gay?" He pointed at his erection which still throbbed uncomfortably between his legs. "Why would I choose girls to keep around naked and handcuffed?" She pursed her lips, as if these things hadn't really occurred to her before. But he didn't believe that. Andrea was too -- worldly -- to have really believed that he was homosexual. "Then why push me away like that? I'm naked. I'm female. I'm here. And I'm willing." "Are you willing?" She cocked her head to the side and stepped from the spray. He could see her mind whirling, psycho-analysing him. "You think you're raping me?" "It's not like you're here by choice." "I asked if you wanted company. I offered. I sank to my own damn knees for you. I didn't see you pushing me down. I'm not wearing your handcuffs. It's not like your gun is in here with us." "It's still not right." "What is right here?" she asked quietly. "Is it right to keep women chained up, naked, against their will? Monique doesn't want to be here. Kate and Leigh, I'm not sure about, but I'd be willing to bet that they'd prefer clothing, and perhaps a few less ropes holding them down." "What about you?" "Me?" "Do you want to be here?" "I am." "That's not an answer." Instead of answering, she glanced out beyond the glass enclosure of the shower. "Maybe if I get you to have sex, maybe you'll be easier to get along with. Maybe you won't need to hurt them as much." "I see. I'm not in the mood to hurt anyone tonight. You must know that." "How could I know that? How do I know that you won't change your mind the first time Monique inadvertently forgets her place, and insults you? How do I know that you won't change your mind if Kate steps on your toes? Or Leigh spills a glass of wine on your shirt? Or I say the word 'fuck' when you don't want to hear a girl cursing?" He stood silent. Water splashed through the quiet. "Look," Andrea said as she turned to face him. "I'm here. You obviously want sex. I'm here, and whether you believe it or not, I'm willing -- at least in my own mind. I'm a liberal girl. I've experimented. Do you think that you are the first guy to ask me to wear handcuffs? Or walk around without my clothes? I'm in college for Christ's sake. I experiment. I don't mind having sex with you -- I might even enjoy it. Scratch that, you're the only guy on the damn planet. I'd almost definitely enjoy it. You asked me yourself. I wasn't lying. My hormones are coursing through me. You can tie me down, if that turns your crank. I don't care." She paused for a moment. Slowly, without waiting for an invitation, she lowered herself to her knees again. This time, on her way down, she purposely slipped his hardness between her wet breasts, and pressed them together. He slipped through, gasping. She touched him again with her tongue. "I'll never love you -- I have to be honest -- but that doesn't mean we can't have each other. Satisfy some of those driving urges of yours. We have to keep you happy, and I honestly don't mind. I'll beg, if that's what you want." She slipped her lips over his penis again, and pumped. "Please?" He concentrated on her motion for a moment, the chasm widening, and drawing near in a matter of two downward strokes. She wasn't teasing any longer, her fingers stroking in just the right places. With a cry, he pushed her head again, and stepped back. She lowered herself, under the water. She looked small and almost pathetic. She lowered her face into her hands, and her shoulders shook twice. After a moment, she raised her eyes, and pushed herself to her feet. "Anytime you want to reconsider, I'll be here. Where else will I go?" He nodded, bent and kissed her wet cheek. "I appreciate the gesture. It's just not right. Not now." "Fuck one of them, or more of them," Andrea said quietly. "You'll end up hurting someone if you don't. Monique doesn't want you, but she would fuck you if you asked. Both Kate and Leigh would have sex with you in an instant." He looked at Andrea skeptically. "If you don't want me, please, choose someone. I don't want anyone raped any more than you, but if you ask, and they say yes, it's better than what will happen if you let this," and she reached forward to gently stroke up his penis, "control you." "Kate and Leigh would both consider it rape. They'd have sex, I think, but they'd consider it rape." "At one point they would have, but not now. Especially after seeing Nicole -- seeing real rape up close and personal." Slowly, he shook his head in disbelief. Andrea smiled. "You'll see," she said. She reached forward and touched him one last time. He closed his eyes, and moaned. She withdrew. When he opened his eyes, she spoke again, dropping her voice into a husky timbre. "Having sex with me doesn't mean losing control, you know ..." She reached past him, and turned off the shower. The flow stopped obediently, and was replaced by a fast drip from above his head. Then she turned and pushed open the door, her skin sliding against his. Holding out her hand, she led him from the enclosure, and shivering, dried him before herself. <---===***===---> He helped dry Andrea, and she let him. Using the hairbrush, he brushed out her blonde tresses, and instead of pulling it back into a ponytail, and hiding it under her cap, Andrea looked up at him. "You prefer it loose, don't you?" "What makes you say that?" "All the other girls have their hair loose. Monique said that you made her pull out her bun. She was wearing it up when you took her." Andrea lowered the security cap to the counter and shook her head. "I'll go natural for a while, if that's okay with you." Her hair felt light and clean upon her shoulders. He nodded slowly, bending to pick up his clothing. He slipped on the clothes, and then stood before her barefoot, his hair still damp. "Touch me?" she asked. Before he could consider what he was doing, he reached up to cup her left breast. Andrea sighed, but stood still while he gently stroked her clean skin. She gasped as his fingers teased her vaginal lips, and then slipped inside, only once. When he withdrew, she trembled, willing her hands to her sides to prevent them from continuing what he'd started. She sighed. "I'm not allowed to climax either? Will you let me masturbate?" He smiled. "Maybe later." She shrugged, but her body ached. She couldn't admit to him that she actually did want sex -- desperately. Instead, she tried to will the sensations and demands from her body away -- not very successfully. Slowly, she bent and picked up his shoes and socks. Carrying them in one hand, she held out her other. He took it. Fingers entwined, she led him back down to the living room. There, she didn't protest as he returned the steel bracelet to her ankle, and she relaxed back into the pillows of the sofa. She sighed once, her body aching. She watched him, as he ensured that Nicole was comfortable enough, and Monique didn't need anything. 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