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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [061/157] (MF+, bond, control) {Crimson Dragon}
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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 61

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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It was simple, really. A bubble within a bubble. A thin layer of
stopped time surrounded him, almost like a raincoat made out of air.
The droplets of water slipped around him, as if they had struck the
back of a duck.

The girls didn't seem to notice him, like the water from the shower.

The girls were doing exactly as he'd asked, probably afraid of being
cropped if they resisted. Or maybe they were afraid of being asked
to run another race. They had no way of knowing that he could barely
lift the crop anymore, and wouldn't be able to control another race
with them. He blinked his eyes and swayed under the shower. He might
not even be able to resist them, if they decided to rise against
him, at least en masse. Controlling time meant concentration, and
that was fading quickly. The timeline continued along, almost
autonomously meshing the bubbles that he created, but it took
subconscious energy to maintain even that.

He watched, fascinated, as Lisa ran her hands unabashedly across
Tyler's wet breasts and belly, working the Ivory in her hands into a
soapy lather. It was sexy to him, but he doubted if the girls were
feeling anything beyond the luxury of cleaning the perspiration and
condiments from their tired skin. The hot water probably helped
their aching muscles.

"That tickles," Tyler giggled, reaching for the soap.

The naked girl ran the soap through Lisa's blonde hair, and began to
massage the other girl's scalp, dropping the soap to the tiles at
their feet. Lather began to form as Tyler's fingers slipped through
Lisa's hair.

"Mmmmm," Lisa murmured as Tyler continued to brush at the hair. If
he hadn't known better, it appeared that Lisa's hair had been
brunette under the dimmer lighting of the shower, and the slickness
of the water. But she was a true blonde. That much he could tell.
Neither girl noticed nor cared about his scrutiny of them.

Wearily, he turned. The other girls were washing one another. Anne
washed Tracy's back, and Kim, kneeling, ran her soapy hands down
Jennifer's bare legs.

Slowly, he backed out of the shower, releasing the bubble within a
bubble as he walked clear of the multiple sprays of water. He
emerged dry, but no more awake than when he'd entered.

Leigh and Kate looked up from where they were sitting quietly
talking.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked the bare girls.

As if they really had a choice.

They nodded, and he sank to the tiles at their bare feet.

"Are they okay in there?" Kate asked.

He laughed, tracing his finger over Kate's foot. She tensed, but
didn't move it.

"I think they're big enough to shower without me."

"I thought you'd want to watch. Six girls, naked and washing each
other."

"I did watch, for a while. They don't need me in there," he said.

"You trust them?"

He laughed. "If you were in there, and knew that I might poke my
head in to check on you at any time, would you follow instructions?
Just to wash yourself?"

Kate pondered that for a moment, then nodded. "I'd do what I was
told."

He raised his eyebrows and leaned back against the bench. It
pressed comfortingly against his shoulder blades. The girl's legs
pressed gently into his shoulders. Real sensations, in a fantastical
world.

Each hand found one girl's toes, Leigh in his left, Kate in his
right. Slowly, he stroked their skin there. He felt them tense at
his touch, but then relax, perhaps as they realised that he wasn't
going to hurt them.

"Why?" Leigh asked, her voice only barely louder than the laughs,
and giggles from the showers.

"Why what?" he asked without opening his eyes.

"Our feet. Why?"

He considered pulling his fingers from them, but mentally shrugged
and continued.

"I want to touch you. You're real."

"You can touch us in more interesting places. You have. Before. We
can't stop you."

"Is that an invitation?"

He heard her gulp. "Not really."

He wondered, but decided not to push the issue.

"Truthfully? Your feet are the only parts of you that are relatively
clean."

He opened his eyes, laughing at the expressions of dismay on the
girl's faces as they glanced at their naked disarray.

"I kind of regret doing that to you. You're right. You look a lot
more attractive when you're clean and presentable."

His thoughts faded for a moment to a kitchen in another time and
place, where five girls knelt naked, covered in maple syrup, begging
to eat breakfast. He'd had to let them shower afterwards, too.

Another laugh, and a cry, emerged from the shower.

"Hey! Stop! That tickles."

It sounded like Lisa's voice, followed by more giggling.

"They can actually laugh," he sighed. The girl's skin felt silky
smooth beneath his finger tips.

"The team you tortured?" Kate said. Her fingers toyed with the
ketchup pooled in her belly button.

He nodded.

"After everything I put them through, they are in there giggling."
He began to push himself up.

Kate cleared her throat.

"Sir?"

He stopped, turning his face upwards to look at the girl. Food
smeared her features, and matted her red hair to her head. And yet,
she was still beautiful. He glanced at Leigh. The girl seemed more
distracted, her features in the same condition as Kate's, but with
yellow staining her collarbone and shoulders. She stank of vinegar.
And yet, she was as beautiful as Kate, in her own way.

"I know that I don't have any say in what happens here, but if you
were going to tell them to settle down ...?"

He nodded, unsure why he was listening to the girl.

"They need it -- some time to themselves, some time to adjust. I
know that you probably won't keep them, but you put them through a
lot, without a lot of warning. They hurt, and they are probably in
shock a little. But we're stronger than that. Honestly. If they can
laugh, then they are just recovering. And that isn't a bad thing.
We're stronger than you might think. Unless you want to drive them
insane. Like Darren."

He sighed, and raised himself anyway. Kate seemed about to say
something else, to protest further, but ended up staring at her
green and red hands, picking idly at the food about her fingernails.

He walked to the shower entrance. Lisa and Tyler were washing each
other, laughing as fingers found ribs and underarms. Anne, also
laughing had bent to pick up a bar of green soap that she'd
obviously dropped. She turned self-consciously as she felt his eyes
on her displayed nudity. Anne blushed.

"We're not washing ourselves," she whispered. The other girls turned
at the sound of Anne's voice. Anne smiled, pulling her hands from
her bare, wet breasts.

"Actually, I was simply wondering what all the racket was about."

Lisa spoke, her hand resting on Tyler's breast, but above the
nipple.

"If you want us to be quiet, we will." Her voice wavered a little.

He smiled, and waved a dismissive hand at the girls. He shook his
head.

"I wouldn't dream of it. Carry on."

He backed away from the steam. It took a moment, but he heard Tyler,
perhaps, say happily, "Fuck him, I'm clean."

The girls began to laugh again, and he smiled.

"You did a good thing," Kate whispered as he slipped back between
their legs. His hands found their toes again.

He closed his eyes, and listened to the feminine laughs, and squeals
emerging from the showers.

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"I released Darren, you know."

Kate shook her head. Bits of relish peppered her shoulders. She
ignored them.

"He had lost it completely. He's happily kissing Karen again, now."

Kate lowered her eyes, studying her handcuffs. The Timeman lifted
himself to sit beside her. Her shoulders shook once.

Carefully, he touched her chin, raising her eyes to look at him.
Unshed tears lined her lids.

"Don't tell me that you are still carrying a torch for that idiot."

Kate shook her head again.

"What then?" And then it hit him. "Karen?"

She wasn't quick enough to shake her head this time. He glanced at
Leigh sitting beside Kate. The girl appeared to be sleeping, but her
chest wasn't moving in the rhythmic patterns of sleep. She was
awake. He considered freezing her, but he was keeping the girl. The
one's he kept, he didn't refreeze, did he?

Kate slowly changed her denial into a quick nod of her head.

"But you wanted her to go."

"Of course, I did," Kate whispered fiercely. "You think it's easy to
watch someone you like being hurt? Maybe you do." Kate glanced at
Leigh who remained motionless beside her. Momentarily, she looked
confused.

He swallowed and pursed his lips.

"It's easy to fall in love here," he finally said.

Kate took a deep breath, letting it out in a slow exhale, almost
like she was smoking.

"You put me on my knees in front of her, made me have sex with her,
made me pleasure her to climax. Maybe. Just maybe. We'll never get
to do that whenever you let me go."

"You probably won't, Kate."

She shook her head vehemently. "What if I do love her?"

"What if you don't?"

"What did you expect me to feel? Huh? You make me strip and grovel
to save her from the cigarettes? Make her have sex with me? We only
had each other."

He nodded. He ran his finger gently down the girl's cheek, ignoring
the condiments stained there. Somewhere, down from them, a girl
squealed as another girl twisted a nipple, or tickled a rib, or
something.

"How did you expect me to feel?" Kate whispered.

"This place, this timeline," he said quietly, "allows strange and
unlikely things to happen. It isn't because of me -- you are feeling
things that you'd feel anyway, given the chance. But here ... it
reduces inhibition. Right?"

Kate shook her head, obviously confused.

"You're sitting there naked, right? You're wearing handcuffs. There
are six girls laughing in the shower next door. You've been hit with
a crop and a branch. And you liked it, I think. Do you think that
any of that would be likely outside of this timeframe? Where there
are consequences? Where everyone will remember?"

Kate swallowed and shook her head. "Given choice, I don't think I'd
let a man do this to me."

"You had sex with a girl. Karen. Do you think that you'd do that
outside?"

Kate held her breath for a moment.

"But I liked it," she whispered. "I think I liked it, and I think I
could love her. Oh, God."

She glanced back at the girl beside her. Leigh had opened her eyes,
and her mouth was set in a grim line.

"Oh God, Leigh, you weren't supposed to ..."

"... hear that? It's all right, Kate. He forced Miss Chambers to
have sex with me, too. And I liked it. At least from a physical
standpoint." Leigh paused for a moment, unsure of whether to
proceed. After another glance at Kate, she did. "And I begged him
to let me climax. I'm not proud of it, and he didn't let me, but I
did. And I would have done it with a girl, even you, gladly."

She paused for a moment.

"He's right, though. We feel things as we should. We're human beings
under stress, Kate. There aren't consequences here. We can hate it,
or enjoy it, but either way, we're going to forget. Right?" She
looked at him for confirmation. He nodded as she continued. "You
might like Karen, might be able to even love her. And that's you,
but if you never realise that outside of here, you'll never know
what you're missing. At least I think that's how it works."

"But, what if I want to remember?"

Leigh smiled. "It works both ways, I think. What if we want to
forget?"

Kate sighed, and looked back at her hands clasped together, the
handcuffs still encircling her wrists. She separated her hands and
pulled weakly at the cuffs.

"I'm so tired, Leigh."

Leigh closed her eyes again, resting her head back against the wall.

"I am too, Kate. God. I am, too."

He stood up, a smile gracing his lips.

"You know what would perk you two up?"

"A bed?"

He grinned at that suggestion, picturing Leigh and Kate tied to a
large four post bed.

"A shower."

Leigh opened her eyes, anticipation shining.

"In a moment," he said. He walked towards the shower entrance,
gathering up three large beach-style towels from various girls
frozen in the middle of changing. He slung them over his arm.

Lisa stood, her breasts towards him, head tilted back letting the
warm water cascade through her hair, and over her shoulders. Tyler
stood under the same jet of water, her back to him, her hands
working the water from her own brunette hair that hung half-way down
her back.

"Time to get out," he said quietly.

The girls straightened, and without a word of complaint walked in
partners back towards him. Their bare feet formed puddles as they
accepted one towel for each pair of girls. In each case, he handed
the towel to the blonde partner.

"You'll have to share," he said.

There were other towels evident around the change room, but the
girls didn't complain. Each pair took the towel they had been given,
and moved to the other side of the room, and began to towel each
other dry.

He returned to Leigh and Kate, who watched the other naked girls dry
themselves.

"Time to shower, dirty girls," he said quietly.

Without taking their eyes off the glowing, naked, clean girls around
the change room, Kate and Leigh rose, and followed him to the shower
entrance.


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