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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [113/157] (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 113

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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A gentle hand woke him with a start, and the girl, whoever she was,
jumped back with a small cry.

"Wha?"

"Sir? I think you were asleep," Leigh murmured in his ear after
recovering. He glanced around the table. The plates and cutlery had
been cleared except for his wine glass which stood alone upon the
table, half filled. "If you want to sleep, then you shouldn't in a
chair. Your neck will kill you in the morning."

They had had cutlery, been free, and hadn't done anything. No fork
stuck in his arm, no butter knife slipped between his ribs. They'd
cleaned up, and then woken him as gently as possible, probably
electing Leigh to be the one to wake him. Smart girls, he thought.

He rubbed his eyes, then pushed himself to his feet. Leigh looked
up at him. The rest of the girls sat demurely around the table.
Nicole, Andrea and Monique still nude, Kate and Leigh sporting their
black evening gowns.

"If you want to sleep, can we at least watch a movie?" Leigh said.
"If you want, I'll beg."

He smiled at her, and touched her shoulder before she dropped to her
knees. The girl looked faintly thankful and returned to her seat.

He nodded slowly, motioning for Leigh to rise again. She did,
confusion gracing her face. She stood, unsure what to do with her
hands. She settled for holding them easily at her side.

"If I leave the rest of you free, can I trust you to behave
yourselves in the living room? Read, or listen to music?"

The girls nodded, even Leigh, though he had different plans for her.

"Go, then."

He concentrated and narrowed the immediate time bubble to
encapsulate the dining room and the living room. Even if they did
decide to run, they wouldn't get far. Of course, the girls didn't
know that, but he didn't think they would bolt. Otherwise, he would
have chained them, even temporarily.

The girls rose with a scraping of chairs. He touched Leigh's arm
stopping her from joining them. She gave him a puzzled glance, but
didn't protest. Andrea, Monique and Nicole swept out of the room,
chattering. Kate hung back.

"Isn't Leigh coming?" she asked quietly. She looked stunning, even
barefoot, in the dress. He suspected that the girl knew it. Her
cheeks were rosy from the wine.

He shook his head slowly. "I have to talk to her."

Kate nodded, though it didn't look like she believed him. She
turned to join the others, but stopped at the doorway.

"Can I take this off, now?" she asked. Her fingers toyed with the
black fabric.

He looked at the girl, surprised by her question.

"Why?"

Kate sighed, and hesitated. "I'll continue to wear it, if you demand
it, but ... I feel a little uncomfortable with it on in a roomful of
naked women. I know they don't mind, and they might wear it if the
positions were reversed, but Leigh isn't going in there with me, and
I don't ..." her voice trailed off.

"Is that all?"

"I'll wear it if you want me to." She hesitated for a moment, then
sighed. "And it itches. I think I might be actually getting used to
wearing nothing around here." She tried to smile, but failed. She
didn't look pleased at the idea.

He nodded, debating.

"I'll beg you," she said quietly. She began to slip to her knees. He
stepped forward to stop her and she rose with a look of relief. He
could imagine how it might feel for her to be reduced to begging to
be unclothed. The black fabric really must itch.

He nodded slowly, and Kate lifted the dress over her head in one
swift motion. Her sudden nudity nearly took his breath away, but he
avoided staring at her. She neatly folded the dress, draping it over
her arm.

"Do you want me to put it away?" she asked.

He shook his head. Instead, she stepped to the table and placed the
dress on the table, smoothing it with her fingers. She glanced up
and mouthed, "Thank-you," before stepping quickly to the living room
entrance and disappearing inside, a flash of skin, and she was gone.

He turned to Leigh who stood quietly watching.

"I'll gladly take mine off, too, if you'd like."

"Do they itch that much? I'd like you to leave yours on, if you
don't mind."

"I'll do whatever you tell me to do," she murmured. "And they don't
itch at all," she said with a faint smile.

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

"You let the cunt dress?"

The Timeman didn't say anything to Maurice, merely stared at the
man. Maurice was bleeding finely in a few places, and hung wearily
from his bonds.

"What kind of fucking useless Dom are you?" Maurice nearly screamed.
"She's a fucking bitch, and you should start fucking treating her
like what she is. A fucking cunt. Fuck. Look what the bitch did to
me."

The Timeman waved at Leigh to stay put. Leigh didn't move from the
doorway, but shifted uncomfortably as Maurice eyed her licentiously.

"I just wanted to make sure you weren't dead. Might be bad for
business to kill you."

"Fucked up right it would," Maurice said. "If you let me go now,
I'll kill you fast. Can't promise the same for the cunts."

The Timeman sighed and stepped forward. Slowly, he pressed the side
of Maurice's throat. "Good night," he sighed.

"Get away from me you fucking prick," Maurice cried, but then he
slumped in his bonds and the breath sighed out of him.

"At least he'll be quiet now," the Timeman said as he touched
Leigh's arm. Even from the brief touch, he could tell the girl was
shaking.

"Did you kill him?" Leigh asked. Her voice carried an edge, but he
couldn't tell if the girl was frightened, upset, or merely angry
that he hadn't let the girls kill the monster in Nicole's room.

"Just put him to sleep," the Timeman said easily. "He'll have a hell
of a headache in the morning, but at least he'll be quiet."

Leigh nodded, and walked ahead of the Timeman. He watched her bare
feet as they moved efficiently towards the stairs, the black dress
swirling about her body. If he didn't know better, he would never
have guessed that the thin fabric was all the girl wore. But even
the fabric couldn't hide the trembling that the girl's legs
projected.

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

"Why are we out here?" she asked as they walked quietly across the
perfectly manicured lawn. He envied her. He supposed that he could
remove his shoes and socks, but it didn't seem right. She didn't
have a choice; she simply had no shoes or socks to encumber her. He
didn't answer her, but rather guided her towards one of the mature
trees dotting the lawn. He wasn't sure, but it looked like a large
elm that seemed to have survived the Dutch.

She halted as they approached the tree.

"Not after the nice dinner I cooked. Please," she murmured. When
she turned, her eyes were brimming with unshed tears. He wanted to
embrace her, but sensed that this was the wrong time. Confused, he
spoke quickly.

"Why do you think we're out here?"

Leigh choked back a sob.

"Come on. You separated us from the group for a reason. I've seen
you do it before. You tie me to the tree, cut my clothes off, hurt
me until I beg, then you rape me. Right? Please. I've done
everything else you wanted. Please."

He smiled, then placed his own back to the tree and slid slowly down
the bark to sit at the base. Leigh remained standing, her hands
clasped in front of her. He looked up at her.

"Leigh? When have I raped any of the girls that I could have? You
included?"

She swallowed, then glanced right and left as if looking for an
escape route that couldn't possibly exist for her.

"You haven't. But now's a good time to start. If you're half as
horny as I ..." her voice trailed off as she realised what she was
saying.

He nearly laughed, but managed to stifle it.

"Sit down, Leigh." The girl shook her head slowly. He shrugged. "I
have no intention of hurting you," he said slowly. He glanced up at
the noon sky, it being so out of place when he felt like it was late
evening. This timeline took some getting used to.

"Please, let me go back to the others. I'll take off the damn dress,
if you want." Her fingers began to lift the garment from her skin.

"Leigh?"

She stopped her motion, and stared at him, almost defiantly.

"If I asked you if you wanted to have sex with me, right here, and
right now, what would you say? No coercion. No threats. You could
say yes or no, and you knew that I wouldn't hurt you or anyone else
if you did say no."

Leigh swallowed heavily, then began to lower herself. She rested on
her knees in the grass for a moment, then lowered herself further
until she sat cross-legged in front of him. Her bare toes peeked
from below the hem of the gown. She lifted her eyes.

"Truthfully?"

"Truthfully."

"I don't know."

He cocked his head to the side, raising his eyebrows.

"I really don't know. Part of me wants to. All this," and she waved
her arms through the air, "all this freedom, and then you tie us up,
and you hurt us, and we're in your control. We're naked all the
freaking time. What did you expect? Yes, I'm aroused most of the
time. Truthfully. I don't know why I'm telling you this, it can't
be in my best interests, but I'm telling you the truth. So part of
me wants to have sex -- not just with you -- nearly anyone. And I'm
sorry if that hurts you. Really sorry. But yes, I want to climax --
I'd even settle if you let me masturbate. Anything. And part of me
says no, that good girls don't need or want these things --
especially from those that capture us, strip us naked, and then
torment us." She paused for a moment. When she looked up, her eyes
were wet with tears. "It isn't fair," she finally said.

He nodded gently. "So the answer is yes," he said quietly.

And she nodded. "Yes, I think I would," she said, her voice nearly
breaking. "Yes, I think I would."

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

Leigh remained cross-legged in the grass, her hands extended behind
her. She gazed up at the sky, a faint smile playing about her lips.
When she looked down, something caught her eye.

"How much can you control?" she asked quietly.

"What?" he said, dropping his own gaze to cover her.

"How much of all this," and she spread her arms for a moment before
falling back to an easy lean, "can you control?"

"I control you, don't I?"

She flushed for a moment, then as if realising the simple truth
nodded.

"Do you control the universe?"

"Truthfully? I don't know."

She nodded as if the answer made more sense than it did. She sighed.
Her arm rose, and she pointed, grimacing at a spot of blood that
dotted the back of her hand.

"What about squirrels?"

He smiled, radiating confusion.

"Squirrels?"

"Squirrels," she repeated. She waited for his gaze to follow her
pointing finger. He shrugged.

"What about them?"

"I miss squirrels, and chirping birds, and the simple hum of
traffic."

"City girl."

Leigh nodded. "Born and raised. But I still miss squirrels."

She jumped as the furry creature began to move, its tiny feet
scurrying through the grass. It rose up on its hind legs as if it
were aware that the world wasn't quite right -- too quiet. But in
the end, it dropped back its forepaws and scampered through the
grass, rustling.

She watched it for a long time, silent and still. The squirrel edged
closer, as if desiring some contact, any contact. When it was
within a few feet of her, she slowly lifted her hand, reaching out
towards the creature.

It froze, its eyes warily upon the girl in black, its nose
twitching.

"It's all right, little squirrel, I'm not going to hurt you."

It rose up on its hind legs and tested the air, nose twitching, body
trembling. Then, more quickly than it had approached, it ran
chittering towards another tree, flashing up the truck as if the
devil were chasing it. Leigh laughed, and returned her hands to her
lap. When she turned back towards her captor, he was smiling, and
watching the squirrel as it climbed unperturbed up into the higher
branches.


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