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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [114/157] (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 114

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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"Why did you pick me?"

He tore his gaze from the animal rustling branches above them.

"Why?"

"Why did you pick me? There are tons of girls available to you, most
prettier than I. Hell, you had Karen, and you kept me. Why?"

He leaned back against the tree and laced his hands behind his neck.
He sighed, and shrugged.

"I don't know. You were meant to be here."

Leigh harrumphed, and began to shift her body until a thought
crossed her face. She looked up.

"May I?"

"What?"

"May I lie down?"

"Of course," he said waving her down. To her, it wasn't obvious. As
a captive, she never quite knew what she could do on her own without
permission, and what she needed permission for. After his motion,
she stretched out, propping her head up on her hand, elbow
comfortable in the grass. She shifted her legs. It felt odd lying in
the grass in an evening gown, with no underwear, but she was glad
for the covering. Though she was used to going without, it seemed
more civilised, even pleasant, being here in the quiet. The squirrel
chittered above her.

"You could have had anyone. Could be raping girls without a care.
You don't. Why?"

"I don't need to."

"But you torment us. You tie us up, you keep us naked most of the
time."

He shrugged again. "I need to."

"You need to control us? Or somebody in general? Why me?"

He didn't answer her for a long time, and she turned her eyes up to
gaze at the unmoving clouds in the sky.

"I had to have you."

"You've got me. I've lost. I'll let you have sex with me, if you
want."

"Not that. And you know it. You're smart. You're brave. You're
kind. And you're different. But you already know that."

"I'm not that different. I'm not different to Maurice. I'm the same
as Kate, the same as Nicole, the same as all the ..." and she
hesitated for a moment, as if her mouth refused to say the word.
Finally, her lips formed the word, a grimace crossing her face. 
"... cunts in the world."

He turned at her words, a frown crossing his features. She was
momentarily afraid that he'd hit her for saying it, but he didn't.
The look softened, almost into a gesture of compassion.

"But you're more than that, and you know it."

Leigh nodded. "I'm more than what's between my legs, yes. And you
seem to see it, even when you tie me to a basketball hoop in front
of a crowd of spectators. Why did you do that?"

"You know why."

And she supposed that she did. The thoughts sent tingles up her
spine, but she willed away the sensations.

"But you see it."

He nodded, and made to rise, then thought better of it and returned
to the grass. He leaned forward, his eyes bright.

"When I met you," he said, "you wouldn't talk to me."

Momentarily confused, Leigh watched him warily, but didn't shift her
position. Slowly, she nodded.

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

She could feel the tears tracing down her cheeks, but she merely let
them fall into the grass beneath her.

"... curfews. They always treat me like a child."

"You are a child," he said slowly. "Just a very mature one."

Leigh nodded. "I used to hate them."

"Used to?"

She nodded again, her head shifting against her palm.

She hesitated for a moment, then resumed speaking.

"Once, we were at camp -- I showed you the picture. Me, my parents,
my girlfriend Janice. I woke up, disoriented in the dark. I thought
I heard a bear, or a snake -- I couldn't catch my breath. Then
voices. I snuck out of the tent and there they were, sitting near
the campfire. My Dad, and Janice. They were talking, but they were
sitting too close. Too close. Dad's hand ... was on her knee, and he
was touching her. Janice didn't seem to mind. Not at all. And as I
watched, they damn near kissed. Dad got a funny look, and then said
something. I couldn't hear, there was a rushing sound in my ears. He
got up quickly, and scuttled back to his tent. Janice looked
disappointed. I nearly threw up. I don't remember going back to my
tent, but I guess I did. We never spoke about that day. She was only
thirteen. Only thirteen."

She paused then, staring up at the clouds for a long, long time.
When she looked down, her eyes were dry and her voice steady.

"Then you came along and turned my life upside down. You showed me
Nicole, and Maurice. My Dad never did anything, as far as I know. He
walked away. No harm done. But I hated him anyway. We could never
afford nice things. This dress?" She fingered the fabric. "This is
the closest I'll ever be to wearing anything like this, and here I
lie in front of the guy who kidnapped me, naked underneath, and
liking the feel of it on my skin. I didn't know I could do it, you
know? That I could survive without them, and you know what?" Her
tears resumed, steadily now, though her body remained calm. When he
shrugged, she continued. "I don't hate them anymore. They. They're
just looking out for me." She forced a smile onto her face. "They're
trying to protect me from you."

He laughed easily, and smiled.

"And I'll never know this -- not at home. You'll send me back, and
I'll still hate them. I don't want to hate them anymore."

"I know Leigh, but you'll figure it out. You figured it out here."

"But back there, the biggest concern I have is a math exam, not what
maniac is going to make me have sex with another girl with my damn
hands tied behind me. You know?"

"I know. And you'll figure it out anyway."

"I love them, and I want to tell them. I want to go home."

He sighed, and let her cry for a while. She lay down further,
turning her eyes from him, crying into her hands. She would have
shaken him off if he'd tried to comfort her, but she was spared
that. After a time, her sobs relented, and she sat up, crossing her
legs again. She felt better, in a way.

To her surprise, the squirrel had returned, sitting up in the grass
near her feet, unafraid, perhaps lonely for company, even dangerous
company. This time, when she stretched out her fingers, the squirrel
approached, timidly and carefully. It brushed her fingers with its
fine fur, then bounded away. It brought a smile of wonder to her
lips.

She watched it disappear towards another tree.

She sighed, and then looked up. He was watching her intently.

Slowly, she rose to her bare feet. She closed her eyes, felt her
fingers toying with the neckline of the gown.

It slipped over her head with ease, and she carefully folded the
expensive fabric over her arm. She stood before him, naked.

"I'd like to have sex with you," she said, almost in a whisper.
Tingles ran through her nerves, her nipples and clitoris aching.
"No rape, just consensual sex. You and me."

Slowly, he shook his head. The denial brought tears to her eyes
again. She shifted her weight, watching as he rose. He approached
her, placing a chaste kiss upon her cheek. She flushed.

"Please," she said. "Why?"

He smiled and touched her lips with his finger, shushing her.

"Not yet, little one. Not yet. This will be over soon, I fear, but
not yet." Leigh shivered, and he noticed, though he misinterpreted
her goosebumps. "You can wear that back, if you'd like." He pointed
to the black gown draped over her arm.

She sniffled, and looked up at him, her eyes wet and shiny.

"If it's all right, I'll leave it off." He looked at her puzzled.
She elaborated. "I'd rather take it off willingly than to have you
ask me to take it off, or cut if from my body while you have me tied
up in some wild and wonderful way. And you will. I'm used to being
naked."

He nodded, as if her answer made sense.

"I'll carry it," she said quietly. "But thank you."

She began to walk back towards the house, her bare toes relaxing in
the grass. For a while, the squirrel followed, then bounded back
towards the trees. Leigh didn't know if he'd free it back to its
home in time, but she supposed the creature would survive.

She had.


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