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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [152/157] (MF+, bond, control) {Crimson Dragon}
Date: Wed, 27 Aug 2003 05:10:04 -0400
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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 152

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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He helped her up, uncharacteristically quiet. Leigh sighed inwardly,
and helped with her legs as he supported her arms. Her shoulders
screamed at the discomfort of the ropes, shades of the morning's
activities echoing through her body.

He bent and released her ankle from the shackle there, and she
slowly stepped away from the sofa. He guided her towards the
entranceway, and when she turned there, Kate was watching her,
sitting alone, her legs tucked up underneath her.

The Timeman tugged on her, fingers laced into the rope near her
right breast. It was uncomfortable, but she hesitated.

Kate mouthed: "Good-bye," to her, but it seemed wrong. Leigh shook
her head, sure somehow, that it wasn't.

She cast a glance at Kate, trying to make her understand, but the
redhead's eyes were clouded with tears, and Leigh wasn't sure if
Kate had seen.

The tug came more insistently, and Leigh sighed, her bare feet
following, her thighs complaining.

She felt almost like she was being led to a firing squad. All she
lacked was a blindfold, but she was somehow sure that he would
provide one, if she asked.

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She sat quietly in the kitchen chair. Her arms still ached, and she
idly wondered why he'd put her here, refusing to answer her
questions, and refusing to untie her arms.

"They hurt," she said simply.

He didn't answer her, and merely gazed into her eyes from the
opposite side of the kitchen table. Abruptly, he rose, and extracted
two glasses from a cupboard above the sink. He drew two glasses of
water from the tap, downing one before returning and placing the
other in front of her. Leigh shrugged as best she could, more pain
screaming through her limbs with the gesture.

Almost gently, he raised the glass to her lips. She kept her mouth
closed for a moment, then melted, opening her lips and drinking
deeply. She hadn't even realised that she was thirsty. She flexed
her fingers. Thankfully, they still moved.

He returned to his seat, watching her, almost expecting her to say
something.

She was acutely aware of her nudity, that he sat across from her
fully clothed while she sat completely naked, and helpless.

"You let the others go, didn't you?"

He nodded once.

"Are you going to let Kate and I go, too?" she asked. It had been in
the back of her mind since he'd taken her, in a school that she
barely remembered, when she had taken clothing for granted, and 
simply been a teenaged girl with teenager problems. Loves lost,
misunderstood family, and grades.

"Soon," he said. It had been the first word that he'd uttered since
bringing her here. She shifted in the chair, her bare toes curled
against the cool ceramic under them.

"I'm not sure I want to go," she said.

He laughed a little, tilting his head.

"You're a slave here," he said. The word made her blush, but she
shifted again and shook her head.

"I've never been a slave. Not yours. Not anyone's."

He nodded, as if he agreed with her. She wasn't sure of her own
words.

"Will you at least let me say good-bye to Kate?"

He shrugged, and she took that to mean that he didn't care. She
almost pushed herself back to her feet.

"You love her, don't you?"

The question seemed to come from left field, and she started, and
then stared at him.

"Kate?"

He nodded, his hands pressed together in front of him. His chair
creaked in the silence.

"She's a girl."

He smiled, and for a moment, she thought he was leering. But his
words belied that sentiment.

"You can't love a girl?"

Leigh held her breath for a moment, and wished for the millionth
time that her arms weren't tied behind her. Her entire body ached.

(For what?)

She raised her eyes again, aware that wetness lined her lids.

(No crying. Not here.)

"I just want to say good-bye to her. She's my friend. And I don't
know if we'll ever discover that ... away from here."

He leaned back in the chair, an appraising look on his face.

"Do you want me to beg?"

He shook his head.

"Do you want me to have sex with you before you let me say good-bye?
Is that what you're waiting for?"

He smiled, and shook his head again. He looked like a mystic,
someone with all the answers but none shared. She shook her head
frustrated.

"I would, you know. Have sex with you. Any way you want."

"Any way I want?"

"Yes," she said. Her body ached even more. "I've told you that
before, and I meant it."

He tilted his head, and looked at her until she looked away, unable
to sit any longer under that gaze. It peered past her eyes, and into
her mind.

"Have you ever had sex before?"

She swivelled her head sharply.

"You've never asked that before. I know how to do it, okay? And I
will. Gladly."

Instead of answering, he pushed himself up again. She thought for a
moment that he was going to simply refill her glass. Instead, he
knelt beside her, and touched her bare thighs. She mistook it for a
touch of intimacy. A flush rose to her cheeks, and she slowly began
to spread her knees. She shivered and closed her eyes.

"Leigh, both legs, please."

She opened her eyes, and moaned. He wasn't staring between her
spread legs as she'd supposed, his fingers nowhere near her.
Embarrassed, she shifted her left leg to join her right, setting her
ankles together, almost in a parody of modesty.

She shivered as he tied her ankles together. It wasn't tight, not
even lashed, but secure. She wasn't about to pull her feet through
the loops, and walking would be impossible. She could hop, she
supposed, as long as he didn't tether her anywhere.

He leaned on her knees, his eyes on her eyes, not between her legs.

"Leigh?"

She was crying now, confused, off-balance. She was sure that was
exactly what he wanted, but she couldn't help it. Her arms hurt, and
her body wanted something. Anything.

"What?" she almost spat at him.

"You can't stay."

She shivered. "I know that."

He hesitated, and then rose and moved to the kitchen door.

"Don't leave me like this. I'm begging you."

He paused, and turned almost as an afterthought. It wasn't, and she
knew that, but it made it no easier to comprehend.

"If Kate asked you, would you love her?"

Leigh swallowed, and pulled against her arms. Her mind whirled, and
she felt like crying.

(I don't want to cry. Please.)

But the tears came anyway, and she was left staring at the swinging
door. She pulled weakly against the ropes that held her, and then
settled.

If Kate asked her. Would she love her?


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