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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [151/157] (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 151

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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He hadn't spoken in a while, but his eyes turned at the sound of her
voice.

"What about you?"

"Me?"

"Yes. You. Who are you? Why are we here?"

"You don't want to know about how I control time?"

She shook her head easily, her ponytail caressing the back of her
neck.

"I'm not a physics major. I wouldn't understand. Don't want to
understand. I want to understand you. Why you do this? Why you take
us? Why you took me? Why do you want to control us? Where are you
from? Do you love anybody? What your real name is? You've never
told us. Any of us."

He sighed, and looked away.

"Initially, you were pretty."

"Pretty?" Andrea said -- though the comment drove more shivers into
her body.

"Pretty. I wanted to see you. Wanted to control you."

"Why?" she whispered. The question was more general.

It took him some time to formulate an answer.

"I really don't know, Andrea. I can't answer that. Why do we
breathe? Why do we mate? Why do we survive as a species?"

She shook her head. There were textbook answers to everything, but
that didn't really apply here. No. Not at all.

"It arouses me. It's hard-wired into me."

"Into everyone," Andrea said quietly.

He looked surprised, but shook his head.

"Why didn't you rape us? You whip us, make us have sex, unsatisfied
sex," her voice lowered to emphasise the point, "you make us cater
to your every whim. It's not like we can resist. You tie us up, and
then rape us. It's not even like we'd remember after you send us
back. The perfect crime."

"It's not about rape," he said slowly. "You know that. It's not
even about breaking you."

"It's about control," Andrea said. She shifted again.

He nodded.

She wasn't sure she fully understood, but as she sat there still
handcuffed and naked, she thought that maybe she did. Somewhere
deep inside of her, she did.

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

She lay on her side, more comfortable that way, even with her arms
still pinned behind her bare back. The grass tickled her left
breast, but she ignored the sensation.

"They would have you, you know. It wouldn't be rape. Not anymore."

He sighed, not looking at her.

"Kate? Leigh? Perhaps."

"Me," Andrea said softly.

That got his attention, and he allowed his eyes to travel the length
of her reclining body. She watched him look at her, not protesting,
unconsciously positioning herself so that he could see her, even
slightly raising her right leg to present a hint of her secrets
between her legs. Of course, she didn't really have secrets in this
place, he'd seen her before, but this time, it was her choice, not
his.

"You?"

He tossed her head easily, a thoroughly feminine action.

"You don't want me?"

He sighed, almost looking pained. "Of course, Andrea. Of course."

She struggled for a moment, her breathing increasing. Finally, she
sat again, one leg tucked under her, the other extended towards him.

"I'm offering," she said easily. Her body ached, driving her crazy.

"I know," he said gently. "Hard to miss."

Incredibly, he shook his head. She felt tears approach, and she
blinked, trying to clear them before they fell.

"Why?" she whispered. Suddenly she regretted not releasing her
hands, but it was too late now. After a moment, the urge to strangle
him subsided.

He crawled forward, and touched her face. With surprise, she
realised that the tears had fallen, and they coated the tips of his
fingers with a silvery sheen.

"Because, you don't really want to," he said.

She wanted to scream at him. She'd saved herself, not allowing
Monique to satisfy her, believing that he was the one. Her body
screamed at her, and she began to cry more, twisting her face from
him, not allowing his burning fingers to touch her.

She cried for a while, her body aching, and protesting, her wrists
twisting in their prison.

When she turned back towards him, he was leaning up against the tree
again. His eyes were on her lap, but when she turned, he raised them
to her face.

"You've never had sex before, have you?" he asked.

Her face flushed, and she gasped.

"How ..."

"Dare I?"

She swallowed, surprise easing her tears.

"How did you know?"

He smiled, and crawled forward again, gathering her in.

"I didn't. Until just now."

"I've had sex," she whispered.

He held her easily, and she allowed it. Her body still ached.

"Intercourse?"

She couldn't admit it. She shook her head slowly. Oral sex.
Pleasure at her own fingertips. Even anal sex, once, on a dare.

He seemed able to let it go, and she tried. Finally, she looked up
at him, her vision blurred with moisture.

"How often does one get to lose her virginity twice?"

He shook his head, and laughed gently.

"Point taken, but I'm not the right one for you."

"There isn't anyone else," she said. It was true enough. This
universe was populated with naked females, driving her crazy, and
him. There truly wasn't anyone else.

"That's never a good reason," he said gently.

She lay back into him, acutely aware of her body, clenching. She
ached, but it would be all right. Somehow.

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

"Who are you?"

She still lay in his arms, her breathing slowly returning to a
semblance of normal.

"You don't want to know," he said.

She didn't understand. After he'd freed her, she wouldn't remember
anything, would she? He'd shared nearly everything else with her,
saved her, even.

"But ..."

He shook his head, and placed a finger against her lips. His
fingers burned there, electric shocks flowing through her nerves.

Slowly, she nodded. Like a one night stand, or a fleeting lover, she
didn't need to know. His name would only hurt her.

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

"Promise me that you won't hurt them," Andrea whispered.

They stood facing one another, one clothed, one naked, one cuffed,
the other free. The tears had stopped a while back, even if the ache
hadn't.

He nodded easily.

"It's over. I don't control any of you anymore."

She twisted her hands in the cuffs, and then looked at him. He
nodded, though it wasn't a nod of permission, merely a nod that
acknowledged what she already knew.

Again, she was very aware of her nudity, the sunshine upon her bare
skin. But for a moment, she wished that she stood here in a dress,
even without underwear, or shoes. Then she twisted, aware of his
eyes upon her. He'd wanted her to do this, ever since he'd placed
the necklace about her neck.

The clasp parted behind her neck as she tugged at the silver key.
She allowed a triumphant grin to grace her lips, and her hands fell
back behind her back.

"You're just going to let me take them off," she said, more a
statement than a question.

"I don't control you anymore, Andrea," he said.

She sighed, and fumbled with the key behind her back. The necklace
slipped through the tiny hole in the key, to tumble to the grass
near her feet winking like bright stars in the sunlight. The key
remained safely between her fingers.

Twice, the key resisted her attempts, then slid home almost teasing
her animately. She hesitated for a moment, watching him watch her.
She closed her eyes and twisted her hand.

The lock clicked, and the steel fell from her skin. She smiled, and
drew her hands in front of her, fingers flexing, the cuffs dangling
from her right arm.

The handcuffs clattered to her feet, one band resting against her
bare foot. She idly moved them with a nudge of her toe.

"It's time," she said easily. She held her arms out from her body,
relishing her freedom.

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

"Wait," she said. For a moment, she didn't think the tingling would
recede, but it did, leaving her more or less substantial in this
universe. She shivered, and then stepped forward closing the gap
between them.

She kissed him, her lips on his, her tongue touching his skin. For a
moment, perhaps in surprise, he didn't react. Then he kissed her
back, his hands brushing at her breasts, then moving to her waist.
She moaned, then pushed him away, her body aching more than she
thought she could stand.

She bowed her head, and moved away, back to where the grass lay
still limp and crushed by her earlier position. When she gazed at
him, his eyes were wet with his tears.

He was correct, of course, no matter how much she might think she
wanted it, she didn't.

Slowly, she smiled, and moved her hands behind her, a parting
gesture to why she was here. To him, it might appear that her hands
were still secured there, despite the evidence of the chrome
sparkling at her feet.

"I'll wear them, if you want. And I will give myself to you, if you
want me."

He smiled, and seemed to draw breath consciously, almost trying to
breathe in her essence. He shook his head.

"Not necessary," he said easily.

She watched his face for a moment.

"Good-bye," she said.

The tingling returned, kissing her bare body, eliciting an
inadvertent gasp. It spread in a warm glow from her fingers, through
her body, to her toes. She managed to smile, releasing her hands,
and holding them outward from her again, a bird in flight, face
uptilted into the sunlight. And then she was falling, darkness
embracing her.


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