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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [064/157] (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 64

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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The girls could have grabbed his hands, perhaps shielded themselves
for a few more minutes with a struggle, but in the end, the result
would have been the same.

Each girl glanced down at the single finger tucked under the towel,
and between their breasts. To two sighs he pulled, and the towels
fluttered to the ground to reveal their nudity again.

Kate shivered and tossed her wet hair.

"You could have let us wear those a little longer."

He raised his eyebrows. "I didn't say that you could wear them in
the first place. You're damn lucky I don't make you both crawl to
the car."

They looked confused for a moment, but with quick glances at their
former coverings, they mumbled.

"We're sorry," they said together.

It was cute, and he nodded. Exhaustion threatened, and blackness
began to cut into his vision.

He pressed his palms to his temples, waiting for the pain. Had the
simulations been that wrong? Had the simulations led him to endanger
the universe? Again? Was this all the time he would have with the
girls?

"No," he whispered.

The blackness receded. Leigh and Kate watched him with concerned
expressions on their faces.

"Are you all right?" Leigh asked. She stepped forward.

Instinctively, he stepped back, away from her.

"I'm fine."

The blackness wasn't complete, hadn't drowned out the world around
him. He hadn't felt the timelines slipping, the blue haze engulfing
him. No. This wasn't time induced blackness of nothingness. This was
merely because he hadn't slept in far too long, and had maintained
conscious control over the universe around him.

The girls didn't look convinced, but didn't make any more moves
towards him, either to help him, or to assist in his untimely
demise.

Shaking, he drew the weapon from his waistband. The two naked girls
stepped back, away from him, and the unsteady gun. Fear etched into
their features.

"Out," he said. He forced his eyes open again.

The girls kept their eyes on the gun until they softly stepped past
him. They led the way out of the change room.

Once back out in the gymnasium, the former basketball team had
regained the court, free, clothed. The basketball returned to
dribble under Lisa's frozen fingers.

He smiled at the image of the blonde, naked and hog-tied, struggling
across the floor. He willed it away. Other things to concentrate on.

Leigh stood quietly where he placed her, to the side of the change
room. Kate, he released from her cuffs. He handed her a single
shining key from his pocket.

"Chains," he said to her.

The girl nodded, and scampered between the basketball players,
dodging until she began to climb up the bleachers to the the still
frozen audience. Soon, the clinking of the light chain, and the
unsnapping of locks filled the air.

He turned to Leigh, motioning the girl forward. He released her
hands as well, but stopped her when she began to move to join Kate.
Touching her shoulder, she sighed, and turned around, presenting her
bare back to him. Automatically, she placed her wrists together
behind her back.

"I can't help her, if you tie me like this," she said. It wasn't a
complaint, only an observation.

"I want you here."

"Why? You need sleep. The faster we get the chain, the quicker you
can do that, right?"

The girl was perceptive. He nodded as he turned the girl back
around.

He walked to the bricks and slowly sank to the floor near the change
room doors. He extended his legs in front of him and leaned his head
back against the wall. Fighting the tendency for his eyes to close,
he motioned Leigh back towards him, patting his thigh.

Leigh gave him a puzzled look, but obeyed, walking forward on her
clean bare feet, and lowering herself down to join him. She wiggled
around at his urging, and finally settled between his legs, her back
to him, her bound hands touching the floor near his groin. Her hands
weren't touching him, thankfully, but her back rested against his
erection.

He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, letting his hands dangle,
the fingertips brushing the tops of her breasts.

The sounds of Kate releasing the audience's ankles floated to them.

"What happens if you sleep?" Leigh craned her neck back and asked.

He shrugged. "Nothing much. The world goes on as it is now, until I
wake up and change it."

"We don't freeze? Go away back to our own time?"

"No. The time flow merely stays in the state that I left it when I
go unconscious. As long as I'm not dead, the timeline should remain
as it is now. My subconscious keeps it alive, I think."

"So why don't you want to sleep?"

He sighed. "We aren't there yet."

"Where?"

"Where we're going."

"You have a plan?"

He laughed tiredly. "Of course, I have a plan."

She hesitated, unsure of whether she wanted to chance her next
words. Eventually, she spoke again.

"It didn't seem like you did. You take girls, until you find one
that you want to keep. Like me and Kate. You torment us until you
find someone that can take your sick games."

"It isn't that simple. Random selection has some sway, but you can't
run a universe like that."

"Isn't it that simple?"

"Not really. Not anymore."

Images of the other girl, the one relaxing on the bench outside of
his control haunted him. Who the hell was she?

"Why are you doing this? You could do so much with this ... talent
of yours. Win at the stock market. Help people. Solve world hunger."

He shrugged. "Perhaps."

"You want control, don't you? You want to control girls like Kate
and I. I can figure out Kate. She's gorgeous. But I'll never be a
model, never at the same sexual appeal level as Kate, or even Lisa."

"You don't give yourself credit, Leigh. You are beautiful, and
you're smart, and your courageous, and strong."

He could feel her blushing, but she didn't turn.

"I'm under your control, even if I don't want to be sitting here,
naked, and talking to you."

"Is it so bad?"

"I want to go back. Like Lisa."

"Sorry, Leigh, we have further to go, you and I. You are more
complex than Lisa. So much more to learn."

The words obviously confused the girl, but she nodded and continued
the conversation anyway.

"I know. I can't help wanting it, though. I'll do whatever you want.
Back isn't all that appealing either. But I wish you wouldn't hurt
us as much as you do."

"Would you remember your place if I didn't?"

The girl didn't respond immediately, obviously thinking about her
answer.

"I might, but Kate wouldn't. I'm not even sure I would."

He smiled, but she wouldn't be able to see it.

"That's why you are here, Leigh."

She shivered, but didn't respond.

"Why do you like hurting us?" she asked quietly.

"I don't know, Leigh. I really don't. Why did you like hurting your
teacher?"

The girl shuddered again.

"I didn't."

"Leigh?"

She was silent for a long, long time. He'd touched her after he'd
forced the girl to hurt her friend and the teacher with the crop.
He'd seen her eyes before she swung it. They reminded him of
himself.

"I don't want to feel these things," she whispered. He'd made her
cry; even with her facing away from him, he could tell.

"If it makes you feel any better, I don't either."

"It doesn't. I'm a girl. Naked and under your damn control. Even
that does it. I don't want to feel these things. I'm too young. I
hate this."

The girl tried to turn, but gently he prevented it.

"Feel what?"

"Sometimes, I. I. I want to hurt. I want to hurt people, too. I
don't. Not like you. But I ... oh, my god ... I want to hurt her. I
want to hurt you. Sexually. Sometimes I want you to hit me, just to
stop me thinking these things."

He smoothed her hair and she squirmed a little under his touch.

"I see," he said slowly.

"Are we really not going to remember any of this?"

"Not a thing. At least the simulations say that. Consequence is
limited to this ... time."

"Like Candice?"

He nodded. "Like Candice."

The girl lapsed into silence, watching Kate work her way slowly
across the bleachers, freeing the students that had watched her
torture under the basketball net. Every so often the girl stretched
and yawned, her fingers reaching for the rafters far above. She
walked to where she'd formed a small pile of locks on a lower
bleacher seat, and dropped a few locks into it with a clatter.
Sighing, she returned to the girl who needed freeing next.

"I don't like this," Leigh whispered.

"Lying here?"

"No. My body. Doing these things to me."

"I know, Leigh. I know."

After a few minutes, he spoke again.

"Remember that photo? In your locker?"

The girl stiffened in his arms. "What about it?"

"Those were your parents, right?"

Leigh nodded, not answering. Her body was like a cat on guard.

"You don't get along with them?"

"They don't understand me. I don't want to talk about them."

He bit his lip. He could force her to talk, all he had to do was
call Kate back, and tie her, and hit her with the crop a few times.
It would take the rest of his energy, and he wasn't sure that Kate
would be able to take any more pain today without cracking, but he
could make this girl talk to him. But whether she told the truth or
not, would be another issue. She had spoken of her dominant
fantasies, and that had been difficult for her, but she wouldn't
talk about this.

He loosened his grasp on her a little. She squirmed deliciously
against him. A moan nearly escaped his lips.

"Should we visit them? I'm sure I can get the address from the
school office, along with emergency numbers for work, if that's
where they are."

Leigh twisted suddenly, and he didn't try to resist her. She faced
him. Tears fell from her eyes.

"Please. I can't stop you from doing that, but if you care about me
at all, even a tiny bit, please don't."

She tumbled back into the position he'd placed her. Her back pressed
into his penis again. She had to be aware of his arousal. She
pressed back against his hardness. He tried to ignore the
sensations.

"Are you trying to protect them?"

The girl sighed and sobbed again. "No," she said simply. He believed
her. She just didn't want to see them. And it wasn't merely because
she was naked, and tied. Even if the girls were clothed, and alone,
no handcuffs on a normal day, she wouldn't voluntarily see them. All
teens disliked their parents, but damn few wouldn't want to see them
when subjected to the things that he'd subjected Leigh to.

"I could force you. I could get Kate over here, and whip her until
she bleeds."

"I know. I'll beg you on my knees, if I have to. I'll crawl for you.
Please. I don't want to see them. Not like this."

He nodded. "All right. We won't go visiting the Cook's."

The girl continued to cry in his lap, and he was at a loss what to
do. Kate had nearly finished her task. Only a few students remained
for her to free near the edge of the stands.

He felt her tense her abdomen, thought she was going to rise. But
she didn't. With the pressure off her arms behind her, she worked
her hands backwards. Her fingertips brushed as his scrotum, sending
chills up his spine.

He groaned.

The sound seemed to encourage Leigh, and her fingers slipped higher,
rubbing gently, but insistently.

Carefully, he pushed her shoulders, not wanting to hurt the girl.
She slipped forward with a last brush of her fingers up his penis.
She shuffled out, turning, her legs curled up beside her.

"Why didn't you let me ... you want this, don't you?"

Instead of answering her puzzled and slightly hurt features, he
inhaled deeply.

"Why did you do that?" he whispered.

"Didn't you like it?"

He nodded. "Very much, Leigh. Why did you do it?"

She hesitated, then spoke. "I wanted to?"

"Did you?"

He could see it was deeper than that.

"I thought ... I thought if I did what you wanted from me, that you
wouldn't need to hurt us anymore. Please."

He closed his eyes as she began to weep again.

"Leigh, sweetheart. I won't hurt you again. At least not until
tomorrow."

"What's tomorrow? Here?"

"After we sleep," he said simply. When he opened his eyes, the girl
remained seated near his shoes, her face downcast, her eyes hidden.

"I didn't mean to offend you," she whispered, but more to her bare
feet than to him.

"You didn't, little one. You didn't."

He watched Kate as she began to gather up the chain in noisy
clatters. He released the audience, making Kate stumble as they
subtly changed position in the blink of an eye.

He closed his eyes again, listening to Leigh cry quietly, and the
sound of chain clattering in the distance.

He started in surprise, as her body heat settled back between his
legs. Her hands remained well away from his groin. His arms
encircled the girl again, and consciousness slipped away.

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He awoke screaming, as Leigh shifted position slightly, perhaps to
get more comfortable. The girl was naked, and handcuffed. Any
position was probably not optimal for her.

Leigh jumped forward at the sound of the scream, and Kate screamed
herself, and dropped the chains that she held in her arms to the
floor. A few links fell across Leigh's bare feet, which she pulled
back at the touch of the metal.

The girls stared at him, fear slipping through their faces.

"I'm fine. Really. You just startled me," he mumbled.

Leigh scrambled to rise to her feet. Kate bent to help her.

"What happened?" Kate asked as he pushed himself to his feet. He
felt chilled, and achy, like one who gets only an hour sleep after
an all night studying session.

"I fell asleep," he said.

He motioned Leigh to turn around. She did, and he released her
hands. Quickly, he slipped the cuffs back onto her but with her
hands in front of her. Kate held out her wrists obediently, as he
slipped a second pair around the girl. Neither girl protested the
treatment.

Kate bent and began to slip the chain back into the backpack which
lay at her feet. When she was finished, she zipped it, with short
tugs with her bound hands, and then picked it up by the loop on its
top.

He guided the girls towards the exit, towards the front of the
school. He pushed the doors wide, and stepped through.

The two naked girls did the same, but turned to watch as the doors
swung shut, the image of the gymnasium fading like a sunset.

"Good-bye," Kate whispered to nobody in particular.

Suddenly, the world seemed very empty.

He turned and began to walk towards the glass doors of the entrance
of Kresner Collegiate Institute. In a moment, the quiet patter of
feminine bare feet followed through the silence.


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