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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [096/157] (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 96

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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It was surprisingly simple, though the tingles raced through her
nerves as if she'd touched an electrical wire. Dawn moaned and
slipped down from her perch on the step, her hands outstretched to
catch herself. She heard movement above her, and she desperately
fought her impulse to slip her hands beneath her clothing.

(Not here. Not while she's awake. Please.)

Wearily, Dawn looked up, and her eyes met the brown eyes of the
woman, suddenly awakened from her prison in time. The girl screamed;
it was a piercing shriek that echoed through the room, and rattled
Dawn's aching head. Somewhere deep inside, she could feel the
brunette girl as she rose to her feet, soap bubbles and water
splashing wetly around Dawn's prone form.

"Stay the fuck away from me!" the girl yelled, her eyes fearful like
a kitten that had been kicked too often. The girl backed up through
the water until her bare back pressed soapy bubbles to the bay
window behind her.

Dawn straightened slowly, her hands outstretched.

"I'm not here to hurt you. Please, I haven't spoken to anyone in two
days," Dawn whispered.

The girl fixed her frightened gaze on Dawn, who pushed herself to
her knees, but no further. "You're with him -- where is he? Please
just leave me alone. Please?"

"Whatever you think, I'm not with him, I don't even know who he is."

"You aren't one of his slaves? His toys?"

Bewildered, Dawn shook her head.

The girl looked wildly left and then right, water spraying lightly
almost like a dog shaking herself free of moisture after a swim in a
river. When nobody appeared to threaten her, the girl settled her
bare body to the edge of the tub. She moved her legs through the
bubbles. She seemed unconcerned about her nudity.

"My name is Dawn," Dawn said, rising slightly. "Who are you?"

The girl looked at her with suspicious eyes. "You already know."

"How could I know?"

"Didn't he tell you? Didn't he send you to torment me? I'm not going
to fight you, you know. You can do whatever you want to me. Just
don't hurt Mark, okay?"

"Mark?"

The girl pointed towards the closed entrance door. "You know who
Mark is, too. Why are you doing this to me?"

Dawn sighed and pushed herself to her feet and stumbled to one of
the two sofa, settling there to watch the girl.

"I really don't know what you are talking about."

"He was just here, not even a moment ago." The girl looked around
again in a panic. "And then you were. Where did he go?" She looked
at Dawn suspiciously, as if she were expecting Dawn to transmorph
into the Timeman before her very eyes.

"I don't know; he's been gone a while. He wasn't here when I
arrived."

The girl seemed to come to a conclusion, and resignedly stood up and
stepped from the tub. Water cascaded down her bare skin, and puddled
at her feet against the tiles.

Shyly, she stuck out her hand. "Even if you are here to hurt me,
there isn't much I can do about it," she said evenly. "You may as
well know who you are torturing. I'm Linda."

Dawn rose with a faint smile and took the naked girl's hand. It was
damp and a few bubbles graced the soft skin there.

"Dawn. And honestly, I'm not here to hurt you."

The girl sighed, as if she didn't believe a word of it, but then
found a smile. Hope radiated from her face.

"You're not going to hurt me?"

Dawn shook her head. "I don't know what you've been through, but I'd
like to know."

Linda shivered, wrapping her arms across her body. Dawn noticed, and
spoke further. The girl shook her head as if denying that Dawn might
want to know the trials that she'd suffered.

"Why don't you get dressed, and then we can talk?"

The girl simply shook her head, then bowed her head. For a moment,
Dawn thought the girl would sink to her knees.

"I can't."

"Can't?"

"Can't get dressed."

"Why?"

"He wouldn't like it. I. I can't get punished again. I'll die."

"He punished you for dressing?"

The girl nodded, obvious fear gracing her features. Dawn nodded, and
turned away. She paced through the small suite until she located the
bathroom and grabbed one of the white bath towels that hotels
provide. She held it out to Linda, who hesitated.

"He's not here Linda. Honestly. Nobody is going to hurt you. At
least dry yourself so that you're not so cold."

The girl glanced around, but almost shyly took the towel and
proceeded to wipe most of the moisture from her skin. Dawn collapsed
into the sofa again, and fought the tingles that the bare skin, even
female, brought to her senses. Dawn sighed as Linda, with a final
glance around the room, wrapped the towel around her body and then
settled into the sofa opposite, tucking her bare legs up and under
herself.

"If he's not here, where is he, then?"

"I don't know, Linda. I don't know."

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

The girl's descriptions of sex, and her torment, sent shivers down
Dawn's spine. All because the girl had the temerity to dress, and
try to save the man outside. She'd been tortured, and broken.
Somewhere, through the haze of timelines, she sensed his tennis
ball, spinning lazily but brightly somewhere safely to the north.
And while she was nearly shocked by what he'd done to the girl, she
couldn't quite hate him for it. If he was suffering the same sexual
frustrations that she was by manipulating the timelines, then he
might not be in control of what he did anymore than she was when she
needed to satisfy her sexual impulses before she could open a door.

"You must control time, then, too?"

Dawn looked up sharply. "I'm not as good as he is. He's had more
practice."

"You freed me?"

"Normally, I can't free anyone, but you were easier. I don't know
why."

Linda stared at the ceiling for a moment. "I talked to Kate and
Leigh not long ago."

Probably half a day or more, Dawn thought. Though for the girl, Dawn
had probably appeared the moment that the Timeman had disappeared.
Thus her confusion. Dawn really couldn't blame the girl. Slipping in
and out of time had to be disorienting.

Linda continued to speak. "They said that when he releases a girl,
she returns to her former position. I wasn't. He forced me to lie in
the tub, but he didn't release me. Not from this place. I'd forget,
wouldn't I?"

Linda's words didn't make full sense to Dawn, but she listened
intently. Linda's eyes lit up, remembering some private detail that
perhaps Leigh or Kate had mentioned to her.

"He can slow time."

"Slow time?"

"Slow time down locally. Like around me. He didn't return me, only
slowed me down to a crawl. Maybe that's why you could free me, and
nobody else." An idea lit Linda's face. "Mark!"

"Mark?"

"You could free Mark. If you could free me, you could free Mark for
me. Please?"

"Linda ..."

The girl slipped the towel from her body and slowly knelt naked at
the base of the sofa.

"Please? I'll do whatever it is you want."

Dawn sighed, and then anger flashed through her. The girl's posture
stirred up too many sexual fantasies, and she didn't have the will
to push them aside.

"Get up!"

Linda looked up sharply, but immediately pushed herself until she
stood shivering on her bare feet.

"Linda," Dawn said more gently, "I'm not here as some kind of sex
fiend. I'm not the Timeman, I swear." Her own words struck tingles
down her nerves. Her hands shook. Worse, she wasn't even sure if she
believed herself. "I don't want or need to hurt you. Sit down,
please, and at least put the towel back on."

Linda swallowed, but obeyed, wrapping the towel around her bare
breasts and settling back into the sofa.

"Will you try? Please?"

Dawn stared at the ceiling, and then fought down the blush. She
closed her eyes, and spoke towards the ceiling, not directly to
Linda.

"Linda, every time I free something, every time I have to open a
door, or pick up a book, or free a person from the timelines, it ...
affects me."

Linda cocked her head to the side, a puzzled look on her face.

"It boosts my estrogen level or something. Maybe my chemistry is
compensating, maybe hormone levels have to rise to let me manipulate
time. I just don't know. But I do know what it does to me, and I
hate it. It gets so I can't think of anything but sex, and then I
can't concentrate enough to even open a damn door." Dawn swallowed
heavily. "Even the sight of you, right now, is driving me nuts.
Sexually. I'm sorry. I'm not even homosexual. I swear it."

Linda flushed for a moment, but then recovered.

"What do you need? Do you want me to ... um ... have sex with you?
Will that help?"

"You'd have sex with me?"

"Dawn, I've been tied into chairs naked, with naked girls all
around, licking me. No, I don't care anymore. I just want Mark
back."

Dawn sighed, considered it. She wanted Linda's fingers, her soft
tongue even if she was a girl. Hormones pounded through her. She
felt like she could have a million climaxes without tiring. Slowly,
she shook her head.

"I'll try, even if I have to masturbate for an hour afterward, but
you don't need to ... help."

Linda flushed, but nodded.

"Thank you," she whispered.

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

Dawn stood in front of Mark. He was handsome, in his own way, not
someone she'd choose immediately off the street, but handsome
enough. Linda stood a pace behind, nervously shifting her weight
from bare foot to bare foot, still wearing nothing but the white
towel.

"Can you do it?" Linda whispered.

Dawn shrugged, but stared into Mark's frozen features.

"I don't know," Dawn said. Dawn steeled her senses, trying to
prepare herself for the flood of hormones, knowing it was useless.
She inhaled sharply, and projected a bubble of time towards the
frozen man. When it touched his stiff skin, the bubble halted.

Dawn cried out, and shoved mentally, gritting her teeth. True to
form, she could feel her nipples and her clitoris raging against the
stress of her own body. The bubble shifted, and began to flow around
Mark, like water flowing around a dam.

"Please," Dawn begged to nobody in particular. She tried to force
the bubble in from the sides. She could feel his slow heartbeat, the
texture of his clothing. Then, with a final gasp, and cry that was a
mixture of pain and desire, Dawn fell, her knees buckling under her.
Dimly, she heard Linda cry her name, and then a second later, call
Mark's name. Dawn could feel the two of them, somehow -- Linda, her
tennis ball spinning brightly, easily, Mark's faltering, but not
moving at the snail's pace that it had been. Dawn struggled to
maintain Mark's spin.

"Linda!" a masculine voice cried out from above. Dawn glanced up,
sex and fatigue flowing through her like a river. She pushed herself
to her hands and knees. Glancing up, she saw Linda, minus her towel
reaching towards the man.

"Linda, no ..."

The naked girl hesitated for a moment, which was enough to save her
from the prison of Mark's frozen arms. She stopped her forward run,
and glanced at Dawn, then back at Mark.

The bubble slipped, and Dawn fiercely sent it back. Mark hiccupped,
like digital video breaking up, then he coughed.

"Linda, I love you," he whispered. Then Mark was silent.

Tears fell silently from Linda's eyes, as she glanced from Dawn back
to her new husband, and back to Dawn.

"I'm sorry, Linda," Dawn gasped. And then the world fell dark and
silent.

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

Her pillow was the softest material that she'd ever slept on. Dawn
absently reached forward, intending to curl the pillow under, to
lose herself in its depths. When her fingers touched warm, bare,
soft skin, she cried out and opened her eyes.

The unmistakable curve of a bare thigh extended forward from Dawn's
eyes, the corridor's wall, and a fire extinguisher mounted sideways
beyond.

Slowly, she pushed herself up, her breath coming in short, fast
bursts.

"What ..." she mumbled.

Linda smiled, pulled her bare legs back, hugging them to her chest.
Dawn's pillow had been the girl's soft thigh, and Dawn rubbed
absently at her cheek, taking note of her own clothing. Nothing
disturbed, all intact. But who would have touched her in her passed
out condition? Linda? Mark?

(Gotta stop thinking about sex. Please.)

Dawn turned. Mark still stood in front of the doorway, his arms now
outstretched as if to encourage an embrace. She could sense him, a
slowly spinning tennis ball in the murky haze of the timelines.

Dawn turned again to face Linda. The girl reached for the towel that
had tumbled from her when she had tried to run to Mark earlier. Tear
streaks still decorated her cheeks.

"I'm sorry, Linda," Dawn whispered.

Linda shrugged lightly, and then tried a smile.

"You tried. You almost had him."

Dawn dimly remembered Mark speaking, and moving above her, not being
able to hold the time bubble, not being able to resist the
blackness. Her breasts and vagina burned with an insistent heat. She
had to force her hands to remain against the carpet of the corridor.

"I did have him, but I couldn't ... it hurt so much ..."

Linda smiled gently, and forgoing the towel crawled towards Dawn.
Tears fell unheeded down Dawn's cheeks. Linda held Dawn for a long
time, stroking her hair.

"How long was I out?" Dawn asked, gently extracting herself from
Linda's arms.

"I don't have a watch, I think it was about an hour."

"An hour? Oh my God."

"I thought you were dead, for a while. I tried to go for help, but I
could only get half-way down the hall. It was like walking into an
incredibly strong plate of glass." Linda rubbed absently at a faint
red mark in the middle of her forehead.

Dawn thought about that for a moment, then realised what had
happened. Time frozen air would feel like concrete, or ice, to
someone who couldn't manipulate the time continuum -- to someone,
like Linda, who didn't control her own time bubble.

"The air is frozen."

It seemed to make sense to Linda, who climbed to her feet and
wrapped the towel about her nudity again. Then she leaned down
extending her hand. Dawn grasped it and pulled herself up. Her knees
threatened to buckle, but if she leaned on Linda, she could manage
to duck around Mark and shuffle back into the Bridal Suite.


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