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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [150/157] (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 150

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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Andrea supposed that she might have been able to drag the chair to
Kate and Leigh, and used her free hands to release them from the
knots. Leigh, in particular, looked uncomfortable.

Andrea shook her ankle, still in awe that the simple arrangement of
steel and chrome could hold her here so effectively.

"I'll be all right, it won't be long, I think," Leigh said easily.
Andrea nodded, somehow knowing that the girl would say that.

Her mind wandered to the bathroom, where Leigh had sat upon the
toilet seat, so vulnerable, so helpless while Monique and Nicole had
showered together. How Andrea had knelt, and practically begged for
sex.

Her mind wandered to pleasing Monique, and she shivered, waves of
desire flowing through her. She half-regretted not taking Monique's
offer. The former lawyer had meant it. She wanted to taste her. And
Andrea had no objection to girls. But it hadn't been right, and she
couldn't explain it. Not even to herself.

Andrea shook herself, fighting off the memory, but still desire
flitted across her nerves.

A shadow passed into her peripheral vision, and she turned her head.
He stood by the doorway, something familiar in his hand.

"I guess I'm next?" Andrea said slowly. She didn't know how she felt
about it, torn between the freedom that was here, and the freedom
that was her home.

He tossed something small and shiny towards her. Surprised,
reflexively, she raised her hand. She almost caught it, but it
bounced off her palm, off her thigh, and fell to rest near her right
foot. It was a key, and she presumed that it fit into the collar of
steel encircling her ankle. She bent and picked it up.

For the first time, he'd given her the means to escape her
restraint. She looked at him quizzically, and he nodded.

She bent, her fingers trembling. She'd been free before, he didn't
keep them tied all the time, but the simple act of releasing herself
from the chains seemed symbolic somehow.

The shackle rattled to the floor, framing her heel for a moment.
She pushed herself up, and walked towards him, her bare feet free
and unencumbered.

When she reached him, she held out the key, and he picked it up off
her outstretched palm without comment.

He lifted her baseball cap, and she smiled. She'd missed it, even
though she'd removed it for him willingly an eternity ago.

Unselfconsciously, she placed it on her head, drawing her hair
through the band with a practised ease that perhaps resulted from
simply being female. She was well aware that her movements
accentuated her breasts, and a ripple of satisfaction bounced
through her as his eyes dropped appreciatively before he caught
himself. He grinned at her, abashed.

He could have watched her nakedly all day, and she wouldn't have
cared.

He held up one last item, and she looked at it with complete
puzzlement.

"A necklace?" she asked. "You want me to wear a necklace."

It didn't look like an expensive chain, perhaps even costume
jewellery. At its apex, another silver key dangled. Suddenly, she
understood, and she bent her head. He slipped it over, and the chain
hung around her neck, intimate and close. The key rested easily
between her bared breasts. She touched the key for a moment, then
turned her eyes to his.

"Do I say good-bye, now?"

"If you wish," he said.

He turned from her then, disappearing into the hallway. He
apparently trusted that she wouldn't free Kate or Leigh.

She swivelled and paced across the carpet to the two girls. Both
found yet more tears.

"I'll miss you, two," she said. She knelt down between them, pulling
both bound girls into her, squeezing them.

"Take care of yourself," Kate whispered.

"I will."

Leigh looked at her more meaningfully.

"We should have," she said.

Andrea smiled and nodded. "We should have."

She bent and kissed them both, fighting her own tears. She didn't
want to cry. Good-byes were difficult enough without the tears.

"We went through a lot."

Kate nodded.

She bent to Kate, and whispered into her ear.

"Take care of her. For me?"

Kate nodded, almost as if she understood.

Andrea kissed them once more, then pushed herself to her feet.
Taking a deep breath, she walked away from them, and passed under
the archway.

"Good-bye," she whispered.

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

She held her hands lightly behind her back. He looked at her
puzzled, sunlight beaming down over them.

"You want to handcuff me, one last time, don't you? I don't mind."

He shrugged, and moved forward. As she expected, he carried a pair
of handcuffs. She had no way of knowing that these had graced
Monique's wrists until only a short time ago.

"How?"

"The key. Around my neck. Teasing and close. Your style."

He laughed, and closed the cuffs over her wrists. She pulled at
them, surprised that they weren't pressing into her skin cruelly.
Her right hand, if she squeezed her thumb inwards, could perhaps
even slip out.

"My right hand is too loose," she said.

He looked at her, appraising her. She shrugged.

"I told you, I don't mind. If you're going to put them on me, it
would be a shame if I could get out, wouldn't it?"

He nodded, and stepped behind her again. One click reached her ears,
and she tested again. The cuffs remained loose upon her wrists, but
this time, her right hand wouldn't slip through, no matter the
effort she made at making her hands smaller.

She nodded, and then stepped down the stairs. The marble radiated
warmth into her bare toes.

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

She sat cross-legged in the grass, her hands supporting her behind
her back. She knew that she was exposed, perhaps even unladylike,
but somehow, she didn't think he'd care. He wasn't ogling her, and
truthfully, she didn't care if he did.

Instead, a cloud formation seemed to have his attention. Somewhat
irked, she cleared her throat. He slowly brought his eyes back
towards her.

"So, what do we do now? You wave your magic wand and I return to ...
what?"

He laughed. "There is no magic wand." He hesitated, and then
captured her eyes. "What do you want, Andrea?"

She tilted her head, and laughed. "World peace."

He seemed taken aback for a moment, then he joined her laughter.
"Not the Miss America answer, what do you want. Before I send you
back."

She stopped laughing, gazing down her bare body to her knees. When
she looked up at him, she still didn't know what her lips were going
to say.

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

"Answers."

He leaned back against the tree, almost as if he'd expected this
from her.

"I want to understand you."

"Psychology."

"Partly. I'm a student. You know that. Obviously, I'm not a very
good security guard. I stripped for you in an instant."

"You wanted to."

She blushed, but continued, ignoring the comment, seeing its
underlying truth.

"I didn't mind," she corrected. "There's a difference."

He nodded easily.

She took a deep breath.

"Can we take these things off me?" She jingled the chains behind her
back.

"You have the key," he said.

She flushed, and bent. She was easily flexible enough. It would give
him a show, she supposed, but she could reach the key dangling
between her breasts. A yank, and a bit of finger hockey, and she'd
be free again.

She stretched, and her fingers grasped the key. Her shoulders
complained about the position, and she made it worse by not yanking
the silver tease. She sighed, and released it instead.

"It's not time, is it?"

He shrugged. "It's not my choice," he said.

She nodded, but made no further attempt to free herself. He wanted
her like this, and she could accommodate. She didn't mind.

"What happened back there?"

He laughed. "You grasped the key, and then decided not to unlock
yourself."

She flushed, and nearly growled. "That's not what I mean, and you
know it."

"No. I suppose not." He hesitated, as if he didn't know quite how
much to tell her. "Dawn's the key."

"The key?"

"Yes. She doesn't know it, but she's the key to this place. She
didn't create it, but she has to destroy it."

Andrea nodded slowly, not understanding.

"Dawn is consequence, while I'm cause. We were drawn together."

"Destiny?"

"Something like that. The universe has a sense of humour."

"Where is she?"

"Safe. Away from us, until you all are back where you belong."

"Where I belong? Where is that?"

He smiled. "Here and there. You know where you belong, Andrea.
Reality. Not here."

She shivered, and the chain jingled again. Suddenly, she very much
wanted to be free of her bonds. She almost reached for the key
again, but then settled. It was meant to be this way. Slowly, she
uncoiled her legs, pressing them together, almost with a renewed
sense of modesty. He didn't seem to notice her shift, and she
sighed.

"I don't remember what happened. Back there. I remember Dawn
stepping into the room, between us, and then all I remember is hazy
pain. Nothing more."

He hesitated again, his eyes lifting to the sky. Andrea followed his
gaze with her eyes, and the clouds seemed to shift above her. A
dragon, flying free, aroused her thoughts. After a moment, she
lowered her eyes to take him in. He was watching her again.

"She is stronger than I." It seemed to pain him to admit it.

Andrea nodded. "We all are, in a way."

He smiled, the dichotomy somewhat amusing. Here she sat, naked and
handcuffed in the grass, while he remained free and clothed. She
was stronger than he. And it warmed her.


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