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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [136/157] (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 136

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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Kate looked weary, her eyes tired, but alive. She stood, her legs
still spread, most of her weight borne by her ropes, not her toes.
She sighed, her eyes flicking from the food in Dawn's hands to her
face. Suddenly a tear spilled, tracing down her cheek like a river
until it dropped from her jawline, splashing to her still bound
breasts.

"I'm sorry," Kate whispered. "I tried not to scream."

Dawn's heart nearly broke, and she placed the bottle on the ground
near Kate's bare foot, then rose. She traced along Kate's cheek,
brushing wisps of red hair from her forehead, and out of her eyes.

Dawn shook her head. "It was because of me that you're like this.
I'm the one who should be sorry."

Kate grinned, and sighed. The irony of it, what he'd managed to do
to them reflected across her lips.

"Welcome to the fun house," Kate whispered.

Dawn shivered. While she was still very uneasy about being here, it
seemed right somehow -- that she'd been led here ever since she'd
woken in pain and agony on the floor of an exam room that seemed a
million miles away.

"We'll get through this," Kate whispered. "If you don't fall apart."
She paused, and then a mischievous grin graced her mouth. "We'll get
through this if I don't die of thirst, that is."

That the girl had even asked for a drink crashed her situation back
into Dawn's mind. She withdrew her finger, which had wanted to drift
down Kate's bound body, touching and caressing her, taking the pain
and turning it into something else. Dawn gulped.

"Jeez. I'm sorry."

She hurriedly bent again, and lifted the Evian. The bottle burned
coolness into her fingertips. Her fingers slipped against the top,
and she grimaced. She was loathe to ask for help as her fingers
slipped again. His eyes burned into her back, watching her struggle,
probably grinning. Tears of frustration flooded into her eyes, and
only Kate's soft voice preventing her from crying like a baby. She
wanted to scream at him, that it was unfair, that she didn't want to
be here. Instead, she bit down on her tongue and tried the slippery
top again. It felt like all the strength had left her arms.

"Easy, Dawn. It's only a top. Wipe your fingers and try again."

Dawn looked up at the bound girl, anchoring on her voice. There was
no hint of pain there, even though she was sure that Kate still
ached from the beating. Her breasts. Her vagina. Probably every part
of her. Yet, she was the calm one.

Dawn sighed, and moved her fingers to her sweatshirt, between her
breasts. They tingled uncomfortably as her hand passed close to
them, but she ignored her body's pleas and simply wiped the
perspiration and condensation from her finger tips. The top spun
off, as though it had only been teasing her, and she could sense him
laughing at her, though only inside.

She closed her eyes, and gave a prayer of thanks.

Kate opened her mouth, and Dawn tilted the bottle towards her,
expecting the man to call her back, to prevent Kate even this small
comfort, the ultimate tease.

The water touched Kate's lips, and she drank greedily, her throat
working. At last, she stopped with a sigh. Dawn let the bottle fall
from the girl's lips.

"Thank, you," Kate whispered. Even at a whisper, her voice seemed to
have gathered strength from the liquid that Dawn had given to her.

Dawn began to unwrap the chocolate, and feeling like a nursemaid,
she fed Kate, one piece at a time. Each time, her fingers brushed
Kate's lips, more tingles delved into her spine.

When the food was gone, and Kate had drank as much as she wanted,
Dawn turned.

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

He'd relented, and allowed the other girls to share the remaining
water, and eat some candy to refuel their bodies. Leigh's fingers
were sticky with chocolate, and Dawn saw herself for a moment,
forced to lick them clean. Her breasts tingled at the thought, but
then Leigh, as if she were aware of the thoughts, licked her own
fingers clean with an expression of sexual rhapsody upon her face.

Dawn snapped her eyes to the Timeman, who watched Leigh, as well,
with the hint of a smile upon his face. Dawn felt like she had
walked in on a roommate in the middle of sex. Leigh, looked up,
perhaps realising what she'd done, but merely smiled at Dawn. Dawn
turned her eyes away again, flushing.

"Take some," the Timeman said.

Dawn started, realising that he was talking to her. The bottle in
her hand was half empty, and while she wasn't used to sharing germs
with other girls, she gamely lifted it to her lips. She imagined
that she could actually taste Kate on the plastic, but as the water
gushed over her tongue, she swallowed nearly as greedily as Kate
had, not fully realising that she was thirsty. She glanced over at
the bench. Candy remained strewn across the slats of the bench, one
or two bars having fallen to the marble.

"Go ahead. Have some," the Timeman said, obviously following her
gaze. As far as she knew, he hadn't taken any for himself. Slowly,
she shook her head. She was hungry, but it seemed wrong somehow,
for her to eat chocolate. He shrugged, and turned back to watch the
other girls indulging in the sweet break.

Leigh's soft voice filled the corridor from where she knelt. She was
no longer eating.

"Is it over?" she asked.

He seemed to understand her, and nodded. Leigh let her breath fall
from her lungs, relief flushing across her face. Dawn sighed
inwardly. While the harshness of the morning was over for the
others, she suspected that it was only beginning for herself. That
Leigh had even ventured to ask the question spoke volumes about the
treatment that the girls had suffered to draw Dawn forward. Dawn
shivered, her heart beating a little faster.

Dawn sighed, and swallowed a few more mouthfuls of water. She idly
wondered how much longer she would be permitted to remain dressed.

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

She stood in the middle of a great square, surrounded by four naked
women, kneeling easily, their eyes alternately lifted towards her,
and then to the floor. Dawn shifted her weight from foot to foot,
fidgeting.

He'd arranged the girls a few moments ago, then began to rummage in
the backpack. Again, Dawn felt like sprinting, her runners pushing
her between Leigh and Andrea, there was plenty of room, and the
girls wouldn't stop her. She might make it. Or he might shoot her in
the back. She shivered. At least she wasn't handcuffed.

She glanced around herself again. The position of the girls, and
herself standing awkwardly in the centre reminded her of a magical
ceremony -- the art of black magic practised within a red pentagram,
daemons wailing. Or course, the square lacked a side, that that
would have been provided by Kate, but the redhead remained tied to
the pillar, like a sacrifice to the Gods.

"Dawn?"

She tore her eyes from Kate, and faced him. He stood outside of the
square, a long, thin rod balanced downward from his right hand,
extending down his leg, falling short of the marble beneath.

(Is that a riding crop? Oh, God. I said he could whip me.)

"Dawn, it's time."

She stared at him confused.

(Time to whip me?)

When she didn't move, he sighed.

"Take off your clothing, Dawn."

Slowly she shook her head. She was surrounded by nudity, even
recognised that she would, eventually, do as he asked, but her mind
rebelled. To remove her clothing would leave her with nothing. And
while her breasts ached, and her clitoris begged, she didn't want to
join Kate, and Leigh, and the others in this final affront to her
humanity. She closed her eyes and shook her head.

It wasn't his voice that emerged, but one of the girls that knelt
around the square, her voice lilting and husky, as if she didn't
want to speak but felt she had to.

"Dawn? I'm sorry that you're here. I'm sorry that we were used to
bring you here. I'm so sorry. But you have to do what he says. He'll
hurt you. He'll hurt us, until you do. I'd be willing to try it, you
know I would, but it's only clothing. You actually get used to it
after a while."

She didn't know where it came from, but she turned towards the voice
and opened her eyes. Leigh knelt in front of her, her eyes shiny
with tears. Her hands clenched helplessly at her thighs, and she
glanced nervously between the Timeman and Dawn as if she expected a
fiery showdown between two wizards.

Leigh cleared her throat. A single tear fell down her cheek, but she
ignored it.

"He made me strip in my high school. Take off my clothing in the
hallway, amongst my friends. They couldn't see me, but it was
probably the most difficult thing I've ever had to do." Dawn sensed
the other girls nodding slowly in agreement, perhaps reliving the
point at which he'd finally forced them to remove their last shreds
of modesty. Only Andrea didn't, her head remaining still, as if
attesting to her not minding in the slightest to be walking around
naked. Leigh's voice choked, but she continued somehow. "He. He
tied me up in front of my friends. Naked. My arms tied to a
basketball net, my friends, and strangers, and everyone in the
stands. He made me stand there. Naked, Dawn. I thought I was going
to die." She paused. Tears ran slowly down her face, her eyes
withdrawn into memory. Her voice choked again, but she finally said,
"But I survived it. I hate being naked all the time, but I'm still
here. I didn't die under that net, even if I wanted to. It's only
clothing. It doesn't change who you are."

Dawn wanted to run and hug the girl as she lowered her eyes to hide
the tears. A glance at the Timeman, his suddenly hard eyes, told her
there would be no reprieve. Leigh was right. He'd use that thin rod
on someone, until she screamed, and Dawn did exactly as she was
told.

"You don't need to hit anyone," she said slowly.

With that, she grabbed the hem of her sweatshirt, pulling it over
her head. She let it drop at her feet, then kicked off her runners,
watching as they settled pointing at each other near her discarded
shirt. In one smooth motion, she pushed her jeans down her legs, and
then pulled off her socks with her toes. For one sweet moment, she
stood, her hands on her hips, knowing that she might not feel the
soft touch of modesty again until they were all free of this strange
universe. She took a breath, and he seemed content to wait, as long
as she wasn't defiant. She let the air from her lungs, and reached
behind her. With a practised ease, she unhooked her bra. She closed
her eyes, knowing that he was watching this show intently, and let
the underwear drop. It fell down her arms like an abandoned lover,
the cool air of the mall kissing her nipples. It was the law firm all
over again. Naked in public, where people could see her. Jabs of
excitement penetrated her, and she gasped. Still with her eyes
closed, she pushed her panties down her legs, and stepped free of
them.

She lifted her arms in the air, like a trapeze artist making a
perfect landing, and slowly spun. She opened her eyes to soft
clapping. The girls watched her, perhaps comparing themselves
subconsciously to her. The Timeman's eyes were upon her face,
whereas she expected them to rest upon her now bare chest. She made
no attempt to hide herself. There was no point. Nevertheless, she
blushed, and that she couldn't stop. A tear escaped, but only one.

"Satisfied?" she asked.

"Very."

The blush returned, and she fell to her knees as her legs buckled
beneath her. She was one of them now, as surely as her clothing lay
surrounding her, and the cool air kissed her bare skin.

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

She couldn't believe that she was doing it. Her fingers folded her
clothing with a practised ease, the warmth of her body still upon
the jeans, and underwear. She bowed her head, and lifted the small
pile upwards.

She sensed him come close, and shivered as he took the clothing from
her hands. The tears came then, as it drilled into her. He had taken
her clothing, and she had no way of getting it back. She was naked,
until he either returned the clothing, or sent her back.

He wasn't going to return it. She'd given it to him. She'd given
herself to him.

She shivered, and waited.


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