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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [116/157] (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 116

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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He became aware of soft breath against his cheek, and the soft
yielding of a bared breast pressed against his arm. Another breast
rubbed gently against his left arm. As their lips touched his cheek,
he opened his eyes. The room was dark, but he could see the reddish
colour of Kate's hair shining in the ambient light of the room. On
his other side, Leigh moved forward, and kissed his lips, her tongue
delving and teasing.

He raised his arms, and touched the girls, cupping their breasts,
and then running his fingers down their soft skin. Chains jingled,
and he forced himself to pull back as Leigh again kissed him. His
penis felt like it was about to burst.

"Leigh. Kate." He spoke quietly. He could hear Nicole's raspy
breathing, and Andrea's soft breathing, but he was pretty sure that
Monique was still awake somewhere on the other side of the room.

Leigh pulled her lips away.

"Please, just let us," she whispered. As he began to reply, she
leaned in to silence him with another kiss. He pulled away, again,
and pushed himself to a sitting position. It took every ounce of
willpower that he possessed. The girls remained lying awkwardly
against his jean clad thighs, their arms tied behind them.

"I can't. Don't you realise that?"

Leigh shifted until she was staring at him, her eyes liquid pools of
shining light upon the dark covers.

"Don't you want us?"

He nodded his head, almost desperately.

"I can't."

"Why take us then? Two naked girls in your bed, helpless and
willing. Yes, willing, want to do this for you. Isn't this every
man's fantasy? Two girls? We're young, maybe even inexperienced but
we aren't stupid. We want to. You want to. Why aren't you letting us
do this?"

"It isn't right."

"It's not rape, you jackass. We want to do this. Kate and I talked
about it earlier. We want to have sex with you. Period. Please."

He sighed. His penis ached. Positively ached. "Why?"

"Why what? We're naked, and you've kept us teased for days. We want
to climax. It's difficult for us, too, you know."

"I didn't think girls needed these things."

There was a pause, and if it had been lighter, he might have seen
the flush rising to Leigh's face.

"We do. And maybe, just maybe, if we have sex with you, you'll be
satisfied. Let us go, or not hurt us as much. Please."

He touched her forehead, then her cheek. Moisture dotted her cheek.
He turned to Kate. The redhead bobbed her head in confirmation. He
sighed. He was convinced that the girls really did want to, it
wasn't an act, though how much of it was desire, and how much was
self-preservation, he didn't know.

"Not tonight, Leigh. I want to, believe me, but I need to understand
more of this. Period."

Leigh began to cry, now he could see her body shaking, and she
pulled almost savagely at her hands. If she'd been free, he didn't
doubt that she would have struck him out of pure frustration.

"I'll do whatever you want. I'll use my mouth, my hands, my ... my
cunt ..."

He interjected here with a warning. "Leigh ..."

"I'm sorry. What do you want me to call it? My pussy? My sex? My
vagina? Whatever it is, I'll have sex with you. I can't get
pregnant, if that's what you are worried about."

He nearly laughed, but managed to contain it. Pregnancy here, wasn't
exactly an issue. But she wasn't thinking straight, and he
understood that.

"I just want to climax. I ache. So fucking much. I'll even
masturbate for you. I'll have sex with ... Kate ... if she'll have
me. Please. Please. Please."

He sighed, and began to settle back down, lying between the girls.
Kate was trembling, though she remained silent. He understood her
muteness wasn't a denial, it was quiet agreement with her friend. If
he'd allowed it, the girls would go down on each other in an
instant. If it was possible, they were more aroused than he was.

(Control. Control. Control.)

Mistaking his movement for acceptance, Leigh rolled, and pressed her
bare skin into him again, her hips rocking against his thigh. Kate
began to move closer as well.

"Leigh. Stop. We can't. You must know that."

Instead of protesting, she simply began to cry harder. He moved his
arm around her and pulled her nudity closer, but carefully stayed
away from her breasts. She lay her head down on his shoulder,
mimicked by Kate on the other side. Their hair intermixed upon his
chest. Leigh's hips continued to rock, but were slowing as she
wept.

"I'd rather you whipped me, than kept me like this," Leigh
whispered. Kate agreed, with the set of her body. "Please don't do
this to us."

"I must," he said quietly.

Her body trembled for a long, long time, but eventually, her
protests unheeded, the naked girl cried herself into a light doze.
After Leigh's breathing fell into a rhythmic cadence, he felt Kate's
head upturn towards him.

"Are you awake?" Kate whispered. Leigh mumbled something in her
sleep, but didn't wake. He thought that the girl might still be
crying.

"I'm awake," he said.

"It's not fair on us," Kate whispered.

"I know."

"She's telling you the truth. It may be strange, and it may be
awkward, but she wants to do this. It won't be rape, even if she's
tied up so much she can't move. Something about this place ... maybe
simply not having control ... I don't know. But, I feel it too.
Hard. I would do nearly anything to be allowed to climax. I feel
like there's a slow fire between my legs, and I can't even touch
myself. Can't you understand that?"

"Better than you can realise," he said slowly.

"You want us, don't you?"

He nodded, and she returned her head to the crook of his shoulder.

"Don't torture us like this. I'd rather be whipped, too."

Kate sighed, and settled herself again. He pulled the blankets back
up and over the girls. After a while, Kate's breathing fell into
sleep, and he stared at the ceiling for a long, long time before the
sandman claimed him, as well.

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

He could sense a presence, like a lighthouse upon a distant shore. A
diffused light shone through the tendrils of time-haze even if he
couldn't pinpoint it, scattered by the layers of the universe. It
was as if Time itself were shielding the presence, playing with him.

Linda's bubble had disappeared, swallowed into the haze. It wasn't
gone, but had almost joined with the other -- the other that Time
had shielded from him. But Linda wasn't gone, was she? She hadn't
returned to her former state, frozen naked in a hot tub deep in the
honeymoon suite. No. He'd be able to sense that, wouldn't he? She
remained in phase, hidden, but not entirely. He could sense her,
too, slightly clearer than the other -- perhaps because her bubble
had been part of his, at one time.

Unease settled through him, causing a shiver. The naked girls
nestled into his rough clothed body stirred, mumbling in their
restless sleep. A chain jingled somewhere towards where Nicole sat
asleep in the chair.

Who? What? Where?

He didn't know who, though he sensed she was female. He couldn't
explain it, beyond the visions of the dirty blonde college aged girl
that he'd seen. He didn't understand what was happening. Or if
anything beyond his own paranoia was responsible for his unease. And
where? If she were out there, where was she? At the Westin? Or at
the end of the driveway, waiting patiently, with a shotgun for him
to emerge with his entourage of naked, handcuffed girls? What would
happen if the other, female or otherwise, shot him?

He shook his head. The unease was shifting, forming a pit deep in
his belly. No. That much he would be able to tell. She wasn't near,
if she even existed. He'd deal with her, if and when her path
intersected with his own. Not tonight, in the land of the midnight
noon. No. The girl, if she were even real, wasn't near.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God!"

His ears pricked up, almost rising to glance around the room.
Visions of Andrea, or Monique, working a hand free, enough to touch
herself -- bring about a forbidden climax, enough to cause the girl
to cry out in elicit ecstasy danced through his mind. But the girls
breathed softly -- he was sure that despite her protests, even
Monique slumbered peacefully unaware. The voice had been Linda's,
echoing through the time haze, touching his mind from within. He
didn't understand -- not at all -- but then, he'd never had to deal
with another independent presence upon his timeline. He settled his
head back, his eyes unfocused, tuning to the sounds escaping from
the ether like a time-sensitive Marconi.

"Oh God. Oh God. Oh God." Linda paused, her breath coming in gasps.
Then one drawn out name, cried out across the miles, slipping
between the clouds of time haze like an echo through fog. "Dawn ...
Oh God ... Dawn."

And then there was silence, only the soft breathing of five bound
and naked girls to keep him company. The name echoed through his
mind, lulling him, driving away the unease.

"Dawn. Oh God. Dawn."

She was closing in. He could feel her approaching, racing through
his tired mind like a locomotive. The other wasn't a figment of his
imagination.

Her name was Dawn.

Instead of dread, the name almost soothed him. He whispered the name
into the quiet room. The girls around him shifted, but didn't wake.

"Dawn."

He closed his eyes. The image of the college-aged blonde rose up,
lying exhausted on a park bench. It was not an image to cause
unease, or fear -- only wonder.

But there was something else.

It made no sense to him at all. It was far more, far deeper, than
the arousal caused by the naked, bound, girls that surrounded him.
It was Dawn. Somehow, it was Dawn.

And he was aroused. So aroused he downright ached.

He sighed, and willed away the images of the dusty blonde girl.
They obediently retreated, but the arousal didn't. He sighed again,
and wrapped his arms around Leigh and Kate. The girls murmured in
their sleep. His exhaustion won out -- the haze, and the image of
Dawn retreating into a sea of blackness.

He slipped from consciousness, still aching, but somehow relaxed.

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The piercing scream sounded like an animal in pain. For a moment, he
was disoriented, two weights squirming on each side of his body.

A single name raced through his mind. Dawn. Somehow she'd found him
while they slept, and she was killing Nicole. He didn't understand
why, it made no sense at all. But the scream continued.
Uncomfortable grunts, sounding like animals fighting, came from the
opposite sofa. Cries of pain and confusion followed. Dimly, he
recognised Monique's voice rising in a confused curse.

Pushing the two weights from him, he only barely recognised them as
Kate and Leigh, he swung his weight towards the foot of the pull out
bed. His heart raced, threatening to leap from his chest in a whirl
of blood and gore. Sharp cries of pain fell from Kate and Leigh as
they tumbled from the bed to the floor, their hands caught behind
them, unable to break their short fall.

He stumbled across the carpet, his eyes searching for the source of
the ungodly, piercing, screams. He was drawn towards the chair where
a naked girl sat curled up, dim sunlight illuminating her nudity.
She held up her hands, handcuffs encircling her wrists, as if
warding off blows from a whip. With a flash, he recognised her --
Nicole. The bruise upon her right side moved darkly as she drew in
her breath to release another scream. Other disoriented, and sleepy,
cries surrounded him as Andrea, Monique, Kate and Leigh scrambled as
best they could against their own restraints in the darkness.

Nicole's eyes were screwed shut, and her hair damp. The blanket,
with which he'd covered her earlier, lay in a crumpled heap at the
foot of her chair. Still she screamed.

"No. Daddy. No. Not again. Not him."

Her breath came in ragged bursts.

"Not that. The whip. Noooooooooo. Owwwwwwwwww," she screamed. Her
body convulsed as if it had been struck with a bullwhip.

Unsteady, Kate appeared beside him, shivering. Her red hair
glimmered in the reflected sun through the heavy curtains.

"She's dreaming," Kate whispered. Awe infused her, and if she'd been
able, it appeared that the naked girl would have hugged herself. He
glanced back. Leigh sat with her knees drawn up upon the pullout,
her eyes confused and frightened. A thin gash graced her left upper
arm -- blood trickling from the wound and down her arm. The Timeman
glanced at Nicole, then up at Kate.

"Help Leigh," he hissed to Kate. The redhead turned awkwardly, as if
only becoming aware of Leigh's cut. She scampered back towards
Leigh, touching Leigh gently, by turning and awkwardly reaching with
her bound hands. Leigh flinched, but didn't cry out, barely even
noticing Kate's ministrations.

The Timeman moved towards Nicole.

"No. No. No. No. No." Nicole said, her eyes still closed, her
breasts rising and falling in fright and panic. "No. No. No."

He touched her shoulder gently, and she withdrew, becoming quieter.
Her eyes remained screwed shut, and her breathing ragged.

Gently, he pulled the girl forward, easing her down and into his
arms as he knelt on the floor. "No. No. No. It hurts. Please."

"Shhhh," he whispered, as he smoothed the girl's hair. She trembled
like a rabbit caught in a trap. Her left leg extended to the maximum
allowed by the ankle cuff. Tears dripped down her face.

At his gentle touch, Nicole calmed, though her eyes remained
fiercely shut.

"Just a nightmare. Just a nightmare," he whispered.

It was perhaps five minutes before Nicole entirely relaxed in his
arms, her body falling limp again, her eyes gently tracking beneath
her eyelids. Her breathing returned to normal, and no more whimpers
and moans issued from her throat.

He held the girl for another five minutes until he was sure that
she'd fallen back into a restful sleep. With some awkwardness, he
began to lift her, intending to place her back into her chair. He
jumped as a pair of bare feet appeared beside Nicole. Another name
irrationally thrust into his mind. Dawn. Dawn. Dawn. When he looked
up, Kate stood peering down at Nicole and the Timeman. She looked
helpless, her hands still pinned behind her back, her face tear
streaked but morose, as if she wanted to help somehow, but knowing
that she couldn't. He settled Nicole slowly, and gently, back into
the chair. She sighed in her sleep as her body curled back up as if
missing his touch.

When at last, Nicole sat propped against the chair, he covered her
with the blanket. When he turned, Kate stood to the side, gazing
down at Nicole.

"Will she be okay?" she whispered.

The Timeman sighed, and touched Kate's shoulder, guiding her back
towards the pull out bed. Weariness gripped him.

Slowly, he shook his head. "For tonight, Kate, but I don't know if
she'll ever be okay."

Kate nodded slowly. She allowed her fingers to trail across
Monique's shoulders as they passed. Monique sighed, and shifted as
best she could.

The two of them sat on the edge of the bed. Leigh sat in the centre,
her arms still pinned behind her back. A bandage covered the place
where she'd suffered the cut, but it didn't seem to bother the girl.

"Are you all right?" he asked Leigh. Kate swung her legs idly
through the darkness as she sat beside the Timeman. Leigh silently
nodded, but tears stained her cheeks.

Slowly, Leigh shifted towards the side of the bed, hitching her body
to the side to make room on the bed for the man and Kate. He could
hear Nicole's soft breathing, and what sounded like Andrea. Wearily,
he lowered himself back to the bed.

In a moment, the girls shifted themselves to lie against him again.
This time, they didn't try to arouse him, but lay their heads easily
against his shoulders.

It took a long time for him to find sleep again. Kate and Leigh
found sleep again before he did, but it was a long time of silence
before their soft breathing, and warmth against him, lulled him back
into dreamland.

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

When he awoke once in the night, the girls still curled up against
him, the dream flittered away.

He whispered into the darkness.

"Dawn."

And then sleep reached up and reclaimed him.


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