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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [133/157] (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 133

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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She had felt him casting though the time haze, like a blind beggar
with a cane, searching, searching. Searching for her.

Yet, she had been unable to stop. So many questions, and he could
answer them for her. Even if he was dangerous, she could no more
turn from the naked girls, and his imposing presence, than she could
stop breathing on her own. It was almost as if Fate or Destiny were
forcing her feet to silently follow the small caravan to this
unnamed mall where nude and helpless girls did his bidding.

She had watched, similarly helpless, as he guided his girls into
sexual abandonment, all naked, and all lacking any control over her
situation. Whether Leigh wanted to use her mouth on Crystal was
irrelevant. Whether Kate wanted to be whipped until she begged, was
irrelevant.

She'd watched as he bound Kate to the pillar, somehow knowing that
the red haired girl represented her destiny, her fate.

She had recognised the girl as Kate; she'd been within her head far
too often to not recognise her. Leigh, the one kneeling before the
blonde, echoed into her memory as well.

The visions had come without warning, and it was only with the
utmost care that she'd managed to keep her voice out of audible
range. She hadn't needed to see the girls; She was the girls, the
visions threatening to overwhelm and destroy her. Perhaps it was the
proximity, perhaps her empathy with them.

For a moment, she was Leigh, tasting the blonde, her arms screaming
in agony behind her. Then she was the blonde, rocking her hips,
almost involuntarily, eyes closed, feeling her own lips upon her
vaginal lips, soft and silky. Then Andrea, half-wondering about the
applications to psyche, and Wade wondering where her mother was.
Then Monique, cleared mind, simply licking and trying to ignore
where her tongue was. Then Pamela, her nipples aching where the bad
man had twisted them. Danielle, her wrists falling numb, the taste
of herself deep into her throat. And Nicole. Nicole had hurt, her
ribs and her mind filled with pain as she forced herself to lick at
the unnamed woman above her. Nicole didn't mind the taste, not at
all, but it reminded her, and Dawn, of something else, and Dawn
didn't want to see that. She pushed herself, and fell into Kate.

That was when the searing pain had hit her, somehow knowing that the
blows were harder and more intense for the girl actually
experiencing them. Dawn's vagina clenched hard, and her hands rose
to protect her breasts. Rope encircled each of her breasts, the taut
skin transmitting the smallest touch into a searing sensations, far
worse than simple whipping might accomplish. Dawn closed her eyes
and moaned as each blow crashed into Kate's bare breasts,
boomeranged, and mirrored in Dawn's own. Dawn's nipples throbbed,
and her clitoris sang.

(God, no. Please.)

Kate hadn't wanted to scream, and that, perhaps, hurt Dawn the most.
Kate suffered, knowing that Dawn couldn't take the begging and the
crying. And the whip fell into her breasts again and again and
again, the pain like a red haze across Kate's nearly incoherent
mind. There was pain, and then more pain. All was pain.

Dawn's mind flashed red as the final blow wrapped around her thighs,
kissing her vaginal area like a harsh lover. She had screamed, only
a moment before Kate's scream washed over her like a wave on the
ocean, their voices merging and rising, helpless and free.

Finally, the vision had released her, and she had returned to the
dim cove where she lay against cool marble, the expanse of the
escalator rising above her.

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

Tears fell down her cheeks, and she snatched her right hand from
between her legs, where it was rubbing against the fabric of her
Levis. She moaned, understanding in some corner of her mind that she
wasn't shielding herself as much as pleasuring herself. Tingles
raced through her nerves. Kate didn't have those options, her hands
wrapped in secure cords, preventing her from easing the pain through
sexual stimulation.

Kate's voice reached around the escalator:

"Please, no more. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts."

Dawn closed her eyes for a moment, then pushed herself wearily to
her feet. It was the ending, here and now. She couldn't leave, and
couldn't let him hit her again. Dawn's breasts ached, and she
absently moved her hands up, as though shielding them from harsh
leather.

She stepped out. Kate hung in the body that she'd been intimately
aware of only a moment before. Dawn's vagina still drove tendrils of
pain upwards and into her mind, but she tried to ignore it, more so
the sexual energy that surrounded it. She had to stop the images, or
she would go crazy. Of that she was sure. And there was only one
way to stop them. So, she stepped out, as she had known that she
would from the moment that she'd left Linda and the Westin behind.

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Dawn held her hands away from her body, palms facing the Timeman. He
had a gun; she'd seen it a number of times. While she hadn't seen
the capture of the new girls, she imagined that he'd used it to
intimidate them. She held her hands out in a gesture of honesty. She
couldn't attack him, but he was wary of her. She didn't understand
why, only that he was. His posture screamed it, even while he stood
there with the whip, and she stood defenceless and far smaller than
he. She nearly laughed as an image of herself as David, facing the
Goliath flashed through her mind. Dimly, she was aware that Kate had
slumped in her bonds. She could still sense her -- the man hadn't
killed her -- she'd merely retreated into the blackness of
unconsciousness for a while. Dawn envied her. Her own breasts and
vagina felt like they were on fire, and she hadn't even experienced
a third of what Kate had.

"You can stop now. It's over," Dawn said slowly. She didn't step
towards him.

He hesitated a moment, then dropped the whip. It clattered against
the marble as the leather coiled itself into an untidy heap at his
feet. She continued, trying to keep her voice even, her eyes
avoiding the cruel weapon.

"You can let them all go, now. I'm not a threat."

Her hands trembled beside her. He watched her, like a hunter would
regard the lion. She wasn't a lion, but she supposed that he had no
way of knowing that.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"You know who I am."

"Dawn," he said, more a statement than a question.

She nodded, not moving. Any sudden movement would cause him to reach
for the gun. It was difficult enough being here without facing into
the barrel of a gun.

She became aware that Leigh, and Monique a few girls down, had
stopped licking the girls above them. Without even turning, he
growled at the kneeling girls.

"I didn't tell you to stop."

A look of fright passed over the kneeling girls' features, and they
turned quickly to continue using their mouths on Crystal and Wade.
Crystal's moan floated across the corridor, and the Timeman grinning
wildly for a moment.

She sensed him almost like a tickle into the bubble she thought of
around him. It felt like a ripple, a poke, into the membrane of
normalcy that her mind projected about her body. She tilted her
head, but didn't draw her hands in. She pushed back, reforming the
bubble about her, almost unconsciously. A tingle passed through her
nerves.

Another push, from a different direction felt like she'd been struck
with a soft bat.

"Oooof," she said. She cringed from the direction in which the
attack had come, momentarily confused. Then she sensed what was
happening, could see into the time haze, almost on a different
level. He was attacking her, but in the time domain, trying to
envelop, and thrust himself into her space. He was trying to control
her environment, her time.

She relaxed, and attempted to allow the intrusion. Inside, she knew
that even if he succeeding in holding her time band, she could
always reassert. Without her conscious control, her mind pushed
back, and her bubble repelled his push. In a way, his intrusion
reminded her of the unconscious fear that John had instilled into
her, the night he'd almost raped her. The intrusion here was close
and personal, an attack on her akin to that of a penis thrusting
past her vaginal opening without her consent. Even if she'd allowed
it consciously, her mind refused to simply allow him to control her
that easily.

"I didn't fight that," she said quietly. He looked up, and his
expression changed to curiosity. "I don't have control over it, my
mind won't allow you to control it that easily." She felt him
withdraw. It remained difficult to press her own bubble outward, but
it appeared that he couldn't simply envelop her any more than he
apparently could see her in the mists of time. Else, why would he
have tortured Kate to get her to reveal herself. Why not simply walk
up to her and take her physically?

(Because he didn't know you weren't armed?)

Somehow, she simply knew that he couldn't see her; she was like a
ghost, as dim as he was bright in the time haze above her vision.

"I'm not a threat to you. I don't have any weapons."

He regarded her, again like the hunter regards dangerous prey.

"You are the weapon," he said quietly.

That didn't make much sense to her. She had never studied martial
arts, or considered herself dangerous. She was merely Dawn -- a
normal, well-adjusted college girl. As if reading her thoughts, he
smiled.

"Your presence here is the danger."

She nodded, lowering her hands. There didn't seem to be any reason
to keep them visible. It was obvious that she was not a physical
threat. He seemed to relax a little, rather than tense as she'd
expected.

"Then, I'll leave."

"It isn't that simple, and I think you know that."

She shrugged, somehow knowing that this would be the answer before
it passed his lips.

"Let the girls go. I'll leave, everyone will be happy," she said. He
still made no move to approach her.

He shook his head.

"Why did you come here?"

He was asking her two questions. She only had the answer to one, so
she supplied it.

"I wanted answers. I need to understand."

"Do you understand?"

She shook her head.

"I want it to stop. I need it to stop."

He smiled, understanding flowing across his face like a cloud
revealing the sun. For her, however, it was only part of the reason
for her coming here. She had been drawn to him, somehow knowing that
she was responsible, that she had caused this strange place as much
as he. And she couldn't leave until they fused.

"I don't have the answers," he said slowly.

"Then, I'll leave, as soon as you release the girls."

He shook his head. "I can't do that."

"You reach down and untie them. If you can't return them to their
time, I'll take them with me. You can't keep doing this to them. It
will consume you. It will consume me."

He seemed to consider for a moment, but Dawn understood that nothing
here was that simple.

"I can't have you loose. It's dangerous."

"Dangerous to you?"

"And to yourself."

She bristled.

"And you care about me, any more than you care about them?"

He smiled, though her comment had stung him. She could see it in the
set of his body.

"I care about them more than you know."

"That's why you whipped Kate unconscious."

If he was surprised that she knew Kate's name, he didn't show it.

"I needed to see you," he said.

"You could have asked."

"And you would have come?"

She was honest, and shook her head. "No."

"You don't understand, Dawn. You can't. But your presence here is
dangerous. If I'd known that this was even a remote possibility, I
wouldn't have created this place."

Dawn started. Realisation slammed into her. He had created this
place -- not her. Inwardly, she sighed.

"You are far more dangerous to Kate than sore breasts or a few whip
marks on her skin."

"Answer my questions, then?"

Instead of answering her, he reached behind himself and pointed the
gun at her. It was the first time she'd ever faced the business end
of a firearm, and she paled.

"You can't shoot me."

"Are you fast enough?"

She trembled. Her body wanted to run, to duck back behind the
escalator, draw into a fetal position and pretend that she wasn't
here.

Theoretically, she understood that she could erect a wall of air,
frozen in time, impervious to the steel of projectiles. He didn't
seem to understand that in her current state she might not even be
able to open a door without finding a modicum of sexual balance. But
she wasn't about to help him understand that she needed to climax
first. No, that wouldn't be in her best interests. She shook her
head slowly.

"I don't want to fight," she murmured.

He waved the gun at her, and she automatically took two steps
towards him. Something occurred to her, and she halted, peering at
him. The soft sounds of oral sex surrounded her, and stimulated her
into another level of arousal.

(No. No. No. They're being forced to do that.)

(And if you keep walking, you'll be next.)

(Receiving, or giving?)

(Does it matter?)

Dawn shivered.

"What happens if you kill me with that thing?"

Out of the corner of her eye, she thought she saw Kate stirring
against the pillar. A soft moan issued from the bound and naked
girl. The Timeman ignored Kate, keeping his eyes planted on Dawn's
face.

He shrugged. "Dawn, I really, really don't know."

She sighed. It was unclear what happened when a life was snuffed
out. Would she die on the main timeline? Would she survive when and
if he ever returned this alternate reality back to normalcy?

"Dawn?"

She raised her eyes from the floor. Her fingers wanted to touch
herself, her nipples, between her legs. She lightly grasped her
thighs, the solidity of them grounding her.

"I don't want to find out," he said slowly.

She didn't either. Not in the least.


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