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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [097/157] (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 97

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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Dawn had no sooner settled onto the sofa when the first vision hit
her like a sledge hammer. She whimpered, and curled herself into a
fetal position.

She was climbing steps, naked and barefoot, marble warm beneath her
feet. The air was chilly around her naked skin, especially near her
breasts. Her hands were handcuffed behind her back. To the side,
three other naked girls walked with her up the steps, similarly
naked and similarly bound.

(I don't want to be here!)

Dawn tried to disengage, but a spasm of sexuality blasted through
her, and Dawn groaned in the suite so far from where the visions
manifested. The other girls, Dawn recognised from other
visions. Kate. Monique. Andrea. And herself -- somehow, she knew she
was watching the scene through Leigh's eyes. Leigh's body throbbed
with frustration, and this echoed into Dawn's prone body. Dimly, she
was aware that her fingers, on the sofa in the suite had stolen to
her breasts, kneading them in front of ...

She tore herself from the vision with a gasp. She snatched her hands
from her body, shoving them deep into the pockets of her jeans.

"Are you all right?" Linda asked softly.

Dawn simply moaned in response, turning her head aside and away from
the other girl.

The visions grabbed her again, and she cried out as they carried her
away again, to a castle, or a palace outside of her experience,
somewhere through space and time.

A girl knelt on hardwood floor, her hands handcuffed behind her.
Her blouse hung ruined and open from her shoulders. Her mouth was
open obscenely, ready to accept the penis of the man towering over
her. The man seemed frozen, as did the girl, his hand caught pulling
down his zipper in front of the girl.

With a start of horror, Dawn realised that the girl and the man had
similar features -- had to be closely related. She gagged, and tried
to push herself from the scene. A naked girl, Kate, unfettered, ran
to the unknown kneeling girl with a cry of dismay. Dawn knew the
emotions that Kate was trying to voice to someone outside of her
range of vision.

(I don't want to be here! Please!)

With a final burst of what little energy Dawn still possessed, she
pushed away the horrible images, and she was back on the sofa.
Slowly, she pulled her clenched fists from her own pockets, pressing
them to her eyes until sharp jags of light plumed behind her
eyelids.

Linda knelt beside the sofa, concern radiating from her like heat
from a sidewalk in the sun.

"Dawn! Talk to me! Please!"

Dawn tried to say something, anything; she tried to reach forward to
touch the crying girl kneeling beside the sofa. But her hands
refused to move, and her jaw felt like it was wired shut. The image
of the naked, kneeling girl haunted her mind before the darkness
descended once more to claim her.

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

Dawn groaned, her own throaty voice surprising her. Without opening
her eyes, she took stock of herself. Her breasts felt swollen, and
her clitoris ached. She willed thoughts of sex from her mind, not
very successfully. Everything else, including her thighs and calves,
especially, ached. Gentle fingers stroked through her hair, and a
quiet voice sang from somewhere above her. For a moment, Dawn was
sure that her mother had returned, to comfort her. She nearly called
out, but was jolted back to reality when she opened her eyes.

Linda's soft thigh extended from her cheek again, and the voice
above her wasn't the long gone voice of Dawn's mother. Instead of
bolting upright, Dawn relaxed and simply enjoyed the sensations of
Linda's fingers and her singing, trying to ignore the definitely
sexual tingles that resulted.

"Welcome back," Linda said quietly from above.

Dawn shifted, turning to look up at Linda. Linda continued to stroke
Dawn's hair, almost absently.

"You're naked," Dawn said. The gentle curves of Linda's bare breasts
swelled as Dawn shifted to look up.

Linda merely smiled. "I'm used to it, and he destroyed my clothes
before he left. I checked. Mark's too. I don't have anything to wear
except sheets, or towels. And that didn't seem right. I don't mind
anymore. Only us two here, and you've seen me naked. I think I'm
getting used to it." Linda paused for a moment. "How are you
feeling? What happened? You looked terrified before you passed out."

With a pang of regret, Dawn pushed herself into a sitting position.
Linda gently massaged her own bare thigh for a moment where Dawn's
head had been resting.

"How long was I out?"

Linda shrugged. "I really don't know. A long time, this time. Maybe
a few hours. You looked really frightened before you passed out."

The chilling image of the naked girl kneeling for her father touched
Dawn's memory. She shivered.

"I saw something. Something ..."

Linda touched Dawn's shoulder for a moment. "Shhhh. I don't want to
know. It's okay."

Dawn sighed, and let the image retreat. Despite her revulsion, Dawn
shivered, her hormones reasserting themselves.

It felt like midnight to her -- her eyes were grainy and weak, and
she was cold despite her clothes. Dawn glanced out the window. The
noon sun continued to shine far above, surrealistically.

Without a word, Linda rose and padded naked to the windows. She
fumbled beside the supports, and tugged at a string there. With a
clatter, venetian blinds dropped reducing the sun to narrow beams of
bright light fanned across the suite.

Linda returned, and held out her hands. Dawn grasped them, a tingle
of electricity rushing through her skin. Linda's fingers fumbled
with the base of Dawn's sweatshirt.

"Linda, wait ..."

The naked girl looked into her eyes for a moment.

"I can't pretend that I know what you are going through, being able
to control time. But I know what you went through, what you mumbled
while you were out."

Dawn swallowed heavily. If Linda continued, she wouldn't be able to
resist. Her hormones wouldn't let her. Not this time. The dimness of
the room, and the naked girl in front of her pushed her body into a
frenzy. One touch, and she would fall over the edge, she was sure.

Dawn moaned as she raised her arms and her sweatshirt lifted above
her head.

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

The floor tiles felt odd beneath her bare feet -- damp but warm. The
water bubbled, and steam rose steady from the surface. Linda stood
up to her thighs in the middle of the tub. Her bare breasts
shimmered in shafts of noon sunlight through the blinds. She smiled
and extended her hand.

Dawn glanced back at the sofa where her clothes lay scattered, some
on the floor, some draped over the sofa's arms.

Dawn returned her gaze to the naked girl in the tub. Linda kept her
hand extended.

"It's wonderful in here," Linda said, her voice husky and low.

Dawn nodded once, and reached forward, grasping Linda's fingers
lightly and stepping gingerly over the edge. Water and bubbles
enveloped her bare feet and calves, seeping the ache and the pain
from them as surely as a trained masseuse. Slowly, she lowered
herself into the bubbles. The scent of peaches rose up and tickled
her nose. Dawn lay back her head, dimly aware of Linda settling into
the tub across for her.

(God. I want to touch her. Another girl. Anyone.)

She forced the thoughts from her mind, but a moan escaped her lips.
She closed her eyes and let the water bubble around her bare skin.

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

Linda's breath kissed her cheek, warmer than the water that embraced
her. Dawn opened her eyes. Linda was close, and her bare breasts
pressed with a gentle weight against Dawn's ribs and upper arm. Dawn
sighed, and began to shift away.

"Linda ..."

Linda's finger touched Dawn's lips, shushing her. Dawn wanted to
resist, but her body wasn't about to let her.

"I'm not either. He's my husband of all of ten hours, maybe. But
this isn't real. It can't be."

"It's real," Dawn whispered.

Linda nodded. "I don't know anymore. I've been stripped, punished,
and had sex with four other girls." She paused for a moment, then
plunged. "I can't say that I know what you are going through, or
why, but I believe you. You tried, and ... I ... appreciate that.
And Mark wouldn't mind. Not here."

"I would have anyway," Dawn mumbled.

"I know," Linda said. Her fingers gently worked their way up from
Dawn's submerged waist to tickle her ribs just under her breasts.

"You don't have to do this," Dawn whispered. "I can take care of
myself."

"It's better with another," Linda said. "And you tried. For me."

Dawn's next protest was silenced by Linda's lips -- soft, wet,
wonderfully yielding, and feminine. Hormones rushed through Dawn's
body, igniting fires that couldn't be denied.

She fell into Linda's lips, and closed her eyes.

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

Linda's fingers led her easily from the tub, water dripping from her
body and wetting the floor. The two climaxes in the tub had built on
each other, Linda's fingers finding her rhythm as if she'd been born
to make love to her. Dawn shivered with the recollection, how
quickly those gentle fingers had found her aching nipples and
swollen clitoris, bringing forth the first crashing climax within
seconds of her first kiss.

While Linda drew the drapes, plunging the bedroom into unaccustomed
dimness, Dawn crawled up on the bed, and knelt watching the girl
step towards her. After two climaxes, she should have been
exhausted. Should have been exhausted from the multiple
self-indulgences that she'd dallied earlier in the day. But her
hormones still raged through her -- she supposed it was her
continued support of the girl in front of her, and her other small
manipulations of the timeline.

She smiled, and held out her hand. Linda took it, and crawled
nakedly over the bed sheets to her. Their lips met again, without
hesitation. Dawn moaned, her voice echoing Linda's soft mewl.

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

The sheets were damp beneath her knees and elbows, partially
dampness from the hot tub, partially sweet perspiration.

Dawn dipped her head, her lips and tongue happily exploring the
folds and valleys of Linda's vagina. The girl's scent was a pleasant
mixture of peaches and musk. Linda's tongue touched Dawn's vagina,
delving inside, fingers exploring in almost a frantic sixty-nine.

Dawn gasped and cried out as the third, and final, climax rushed
through her body, muscles clamping and releasing in a unique rhythm.
After she came down, she dipped her head again, and licked gently at
the girl below her, until Linda screamed, the sounds of her climax
filling the room like tissue paper.

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

Linda lay softly snoring in the crook of Dawn's arm. Dawn stroked the
girl's hair for a moment, then settled back to inspect the narrow
beams of light filtering across the white of the ceiling.

She needed to find the Timeman, needed to find out what the hell was
going on, both with her, and with him. For a moment, she shivered,
knowing that she wasn't going to like what she found. But she had to
try. Had to.

With a soft sigh, she released herself to the fatigue of her body.
It ached pleasantly now, naked beneath the sheets. Linda's soft,
scrubbed skin lay erotically against her breasts and thighs, her
toes entangled with Dawn's. She still felt an attraction to the
girl, it couldn't be denied, but it wasn't as insistent any longer.
She could concentrate again. And she was thankful.

Her eyes felt heavy, and her breathing slowed to match Linda's
shallow breaths. Dawn's dreams were filled with hot tubs, and
fingers, and peaches.


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