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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [139/157] (MF+, bond, control) {Crimson Dragon}
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In the interests of reducing bandwidth the full preface is now 
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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)

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Dawn of Time - Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

Chapter 139

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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It had been a long time since she had walked barefoot through the
grass. The spring grass, under her feet, felt as soft as cotton --
much more comfortable than the asphalt that bordered on too hot
beneath her before he'd allowed them to move to the grassy
boulevards to each side of the roadway. She pulled against her
wrists, the now familiar rings of steel holding them behind her
back. She sighed, the image of her clothing, lying abandoned back
beside a pillar where her breasts had been whipped, flooded into her
mind, threatening tears.

Beside her, Leigh stepped, her eyes downcast, perhaps watching for
sharp object concealed in the turf. Kate walked along on her other
side, almost like a pair of naked, female guards.

"How are you holding up?"

Dawn lifted her head, and smiled as best she could at Leigh who'd
addressed the question to her in a low, almost conspiratorial voice.
She glanced to her right. The Timeman walked moodily amongst the
cars, away from the girls. Andrea, Monique and Nicole walked on the
other side of the road, along lawns and across bus stops.

"My breasts hurt," Dawn mumbled.

"He won't do that to you again."

"I hope not."

"There was a point to it, but damned if I get it," Leigh said
easily.

Dawn pulled again on her bound wrists. Leigh's upper arms were still
decorated with faint red rope burns from her earlier torments, but
her hands were free now. Only Dawn wore restraints here, and she
supposed that she understood the necessity of them from the
Timeman's point of view, but nevertheless, she wished that she could
walk free. Her balance was thrown off a little by her arms, but she
compensated, and continued walking. The grass nearly sighed as she
moved over it.

"Is it far?"

"Is what far?"

"Wherever we're going?"

Leigh laughed, her voice light and carefree upon the spring air.

"I don't know where he's taking us this time. If it's back to the
mansion, then probably ten more minutes." Leigh glanced into the
road, then back at Dawn, her eyes narrowing. "You've been to the
mansion, haven't you?"

Dawn nodded. She glanced down to watch her toes slip through the
grass. From across the road, a burst of laughter, quickly stilled,
rattled across the silent roadway.

"You were wearing Nikes and Levis. Oh, my, God."

It didn't make sense to Dawn, but she nodded, her lost clothing
rippling tendrils of longing through her.

"He's taking us back to the Mansion," Kate said easily.

Dawn cast her a puzzled look.

"It has a cellar that locks," Kate said, as if that made all the
difference in the world.

The girls lapsed into silence again, only the whisper of their feet
through the grass interrupting the stillness of the universe. She'd
been perhaps ten the last time she'd walked barefoot through the
grass -- and despite the handcuffs, and despite her enforced nudity,
Dawn discovered that she actually liked the feeling, and missed it
when they were finally coaxed back into short roadway leading back
to the Mansion.

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

Her nose itched, and she nearly reached for it until she realised
that her hands remained pinned behind her. She nearly nudged the
Timeman, demanding to be scratched, when she thought better of it.

The girls lounged around the living room, their naked skin
reflecting the sunlight from the window. Dawn shook herself
mentally. They were all naked, and it seemed almost -- normal. Her
own body, devoid of clothes, she didn't even notice unless she
looked down. Yes, she would have preferred her jeans and sweatshirt
back, but overall, she was surprised. She was getting used to
walking around naked, and seeing the others wandering naked through
the universe. She sighed, knowing that it was a mistake to get used
to being here, but it was simpler. Even if she had to be naked all
the time, it was a small price to pay for doors opening without
having to masturbate before hand, and food was plentiful and didn't
have to be painfully scavenged.

Andrea and Leigh lounged on one sofa, their ankles chained to the
legs. Nicole wore a simple pair of handcuffs. To Dawn, it seemed
like the girl could slip her thin hands from the loose bands if she
wanted, but she didn't make the attempt. She lay on her front, her
bound hands tenting over a book, her attention already absorbed.
Kate and Monique sat on the other white sofa, Kate leaning her head
back against the arm, Monique reading. Their ankles, like Leigh's
and Andrea's, were shackled loosely to the sofa. None of them were
going far, but they seemed more free than Dawn felt.

"We can't go anywhere, unless you let us," Leigh said slowly.

"You'll be safer like that."

Leigh shrugged, her face showing that she obviously didn't believe
him. Dawn didn't either -- if there was a fire, then being naked and
shackled to a sofa couldn't possibly be safer for the girls. But
there wasn't much any of the girls could do about their situation.
Leigh leaned back into the sofa with a sigh.

"Leave it alone," Kate whispered without even opening her eyes. She
moved her foot slightly, the chain connecting her to the sofa leg
rattling quietly.

Leigh nodded, but spoke again. Her voice lilted with concern.

"Where are you taking her?"

"Outside, again."

Dawn realised that they were talking about her, almost as if she
weren't even there. She tilted her head back against the doorframe
and waited, shifting her weight from foot to foot. Behind her, her
fingers toyed with the painted surface of the doorjamb. The marble
in the front lobby where she stood reminded her uncomfortably of the
mall marble, and her breasts tingled in memory.

"You aren't going to whip her again?"

Dawn saw herself, suddenly, tied to a tree in the front yard, bark
scratching at the skin of her back. The whip came towards her
breasts, and she nearly screamed. Her body convulsed, and she shook
her head. She still stood in the front lobby, glancing into the
living room, but her breathing was now ragged and uneven.

"I think she's had enough for one day, don't you?"

"Just don't hurt her, okay? If you find an overwhelming urge to hurt
a girl or two, we'll provide. Okay?"

"I won't."

Leigh sighed, and glanced towards Dawn.

"You'll be all right."

Dawn smiled thinly. "You can't promise that, Leigh, but I'll be
fine." Despite her words, she was far from certain of that. Fine was
a relative term around these parts. She shifted again. Leigh nodded
and reached for a set of headphones, slipping them over her ears.
She flicked a hidden remote, and closed her eyes. Dawn could barely
hear a bass beat from the devices.

He turned towards her, and Dawn stepped back quickly.

"Don't hurt her," Leigh's voice floated again from the living room,
a little louder than was necessary, competing with the music from
her headphones.

He smiled, and Dawn cringed.

"Do you think I'll hurt you?"

Dawn sighed.

"Is there anything I can do if you decide to whip me again?"

"You could beg."

"Would it help me?"

He pursed his lips, then shook his head. He touched her arm, guiding
her towards the broken front door. Her immediate reaction was to
twist away from his touch, no matter how innocent, but she didn't,
and meekly began to walk, her bare feet whispering over the marble.

Back outside, she thought, naked. Her breasts hummed at the thought,
but she didn't see much choice. It would serve to inflate her sex
drive, but what didn't? She pulled again at her trapped hands.

(Only the two of us.)

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

She knelt in the soft grass, and then settled, crossing her bare
legs at the ankle and leaning back on her hands. The soft,
manicured lawn tickled her palms. Near the centre of the lawn, a
black squirrel regarded her, and then scampered off in search of
acorns.

He sat with her, leaning back against an elm tree, eyes lifted
towards the sky. Dawn shivered, glad that he wasn't watching her
nudity as she shifted her weight and settled.

"What are you going to do with me?"

"What do you mean?" he asked easily, his eyes still scanning the
motionless clouds above.

"Are you going to kill me? Rape me and then kill me?"

Instead of answering her, he lifted his hand and pointed to the sky.
She followed his arm, squinting into the bright sunlight. The clouds
hadn't moved in days, which only made sense to her, but it was as
disconcerting as the perpetual sunlight upon her skin.

"That one looks like a dragon," he said. "See the wings, the mouth,
the wisps of steam?"

At first, the cloud looked merely like cotton, then it shifted
shape, as though it responded to his suggestion, and a dragon in
flight appeared to her eyes. It was like looking at one of those
three dimensional illusions. She blinked. A small cloud beside the
dragon, frozen and still, looked a little like a girl sitting in the
grass, leaning on her arms and extending her legs in front of her.
The dragon seemed to be flying through the blue sky towards her. A
sense of helplessness welled up in Dawn, and she tore her eyes from
the sky.

His eyes rested on hers for a moment. Dawn had experienced these
kinds of looks before, mostly mutual, mostly at mixed parties. It
was a look that meant that she would be kissing the guy before the
end of the night.

(No. Not voluntarily at least. Not this time, girl.)

"I won't rape you. And I certainly won't kill you. Why would you
think that?"

She sighed. "All sorts of crazy things flip through a girl's mind
when she's handcuffed and naked in front of the man who whipped her
breasts for fun."

He lowered his eyes at that, almost as if he were a small boy,
ashamed of his behaviour. In a way, she thought, he was a small boy,
unable to control his base desires. True, this wasn't a normal
world, with normal desires, but it characterised him nearly
perfectly. It was ironic, actually, given his preoccupation with
controlling the girls that he couldn't even control himself.

"I'm not sure I could kill you, even if I wanted to. The universe, I
think, wouldn't let me. The gun would misfire, or the rope would
break as you dangled from a branch."

It confused her, but she sensed the truth in that. But what he
hadn't said resounded in her mind. He could hurt her, even if he
couldn't kill her. Perhaps, that had been the point of tying her to
that damn pillar. The universe might ensure her survival, but it had
a sense of humour when it came to the state of her skin.

"You couldn't have told me that before you made me take off my
clothes, could you?"

"Would you have run?"

She thought back, even to her early moments under his control, to
the moment that she'd stepped from behind the escalator, and told
him to stop whipping Kate. Would she have run? Even if she knew that
it was safe to do so? Could she?

Slowly, honestly, she shook her head.

He glanced up at the sky again, watching the motionless clouds.

"Why are you here?" he finally asked. Not looking at her.

"Excuse me? You whipped the hell out of Kate until I couldn't take
it anymore. I stepped out, and gave myself to you, wore your damn
handcuffs, remember?" She paused, her breasts aching. With
certainty, she knew that it wasn't simply from her whipping, but it
encapsulated some of the slow ache from Kate's breasts as well. A
lightning rod for pain, she grimaced. "You know that I can feel
them, don't you?"

He nodded absently. He found her eyes again. He sought to clarify
his earlier question.

"No. How did you come here? Why are you here, in this universe? I
didn't pull you in."

"No. You didn't. At least I don't think you did."

"Who are you?"

"Dawn," she answered simply.

He waited, and she pressed her lips together. She didn't want to
give him more information, but then she shrugged. He'd get it from
her anyway, with a little persuasion. Tie Kate to a pillar.

"I study physics, mainly astrophysics, at the university. That's
where I was when you, uh, stopped the universe from spinning. I was
writing an exam."

"How was it going?"

The question threw her. She wasn't expecting that one. His face
softened, and he laughed, presumably at her expression.

"I think if I ever get back, I'll pass it."

He nodded.

"I do, too." Then after a moment, he tilted his head. "You can
control time."

She didn't want to talk about this, as though revealing her secrets
could only hurt her. Understanding for her, wasn't deep in the
subject, but if she ever got out of this, she would be reading. A
lot. Admitting that she was only learning seemed dangerous. She
slowly shook her head.

"Dawn, we don't have much time left. You know that, and I know that.
Your presence here -- complicates things. I know that you can
control time, you freed Linda from the hot tub."

Dawn gasped. She should have realised that he would have sensed
that, even if he couldn't sense the others like she could. He'd
freed Linda, and he must sense his own bubbles.

Simultaneously, she shivered, remembering soft female fingers
stroking her, loving her, easing her loneliness for one far too
short evening. She'd left that to come here, to sit here, naked in
front of the man who'd whipped her breasts instead of caressing
them, to do what?

"Apparently, not as well as you can," she murmured.

He nodded, already knowing the answer.

"What's the trigger, for you?"

(Sex. Anger. A combination of both.)

"I don't understand."

"What do you need to think about to control Time?"

(Don't tell him.)

"It's an emotional response."

He nodded, as if he understood. He didn't, but that wasn't
important. Dawn found her mouth working without her permission. By
the time she caught her lips, she'd spilled a little more than she'd
intended.

"He tried to rape me, and it side-slipped. Scared the hell out of
me." She twisted her wrists in their bracelets, enjoying the concern
that surfaced on his face. It was clear that it had been the
time-slip more than the rape that had frightened her.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

"The Time slip, or whatever the hell it was, sent him packing."

He nodded slowly, his features withdrawn. She sensed it, the Timeman
had felt that blip, as surely as she would have sensed any of his
activities in the Time haze. Of course, back then, a million years
ago, the universe had been spinning merrily along, and she'd only
had an exam to worry her head.

"I'm sorry," he murmured. He raised his eyes back to the sky, his
expression unreadable. She didn't know if he was apologising for her
involvement, or her confusion, or perhaps apologising for the entire
male segment of the species.

"It wasn't your fault."

He nodded, then returned his eyes to hers.

"Why is it dangerous for me to be here? Because you don't have full
control over me?" As if to punctuate her words, she sent out a
tentacle of time to touch his bubble. He jumped, and she grinned as
she pulled it back. That she was even able to grin surprised her,
but it felt normal, and healthy.

"Partly," he said, "but that isn't all." He seemed almost unnerved
that she'd reached out as easily as she had. Of course, the
sexuality that it drove into her clitoris nearly made her moan and
double over, but she somehow stopped herself from moving, or
squeezing her thighs. It was nearly impossible without even clothing
to hide her, to make her body restrict its own telling movements. He
didn't seem to notice.

"Why then? Will the universe collapse because I'm here?"

He looked up sharply, though angry with her. She relaxed a little.
He sighed, and his features showed his internal debate.

(Tell me. Tell me not. Tell me. Tell me not.)

"Dawn, this timeline, it's like a separate reality. The girls, Kate
and Leigh, and Monique and Andrea -- when they go back, it will be
like they've never been here. Phantoms, pretty phantoms."

Somehow, she already knew that was the case, that the others
wouldn't remember. But the Timeman, and herself -- would
remember, a cosmic rip in the separation of realities.

"Imagine," he said slowly, "imagine that you were raped here.
Before you freak out, I'm not going to rape you, but if you were, it
would be wrong."

"Very wrong. Definitely wrong," she whispered. Her heart hammered in
her chest.

(You want to be raped, don't you?)

(No. Sex is one thing. Rape quite another.)

He nodded, as if agreeing with her. Idly, she wondered why he hadn't
used sexual assault as an example.

"You get raped, and then I return you to the primary timeline, where
you've always lived."

"It's still wrong."

"Is it? Once this timeline collapses, where are the experiences, the
memories, the emotional canyons?"

"It still happened. I've been raped. Just not on the main timeline."

He sighed.

"Have you? Do experiences happen outside of Time. Can objects, or
anything exist without a time dimension?"

She shook her head, momentarily confused. Physics rushed at her --
Einstein, Hawking, Penrose. She shivered. They'd agree with her,
agree with him -- physically with him, emotionally with her. Rape
was still wrong, even if it didn't exist.

He changed tacks, throwing her further off balance.

"If I dream of raping you, or fantasise about it, is that wrong?"

She closed her eyes, and slowly shook her head.

"Fantasy is in your own head. It doesn't hurt anyone. If you
actually did it, like here, then it becomes more clear cut."

He nodded. "If I do it here, if I rape a girl, you, or Kate, or
Leigh, and you go back, it's like a fantasy. It never happened to
you. No bruises. No sore breasts. No violation. You don't know it
happened to you because it didn't."

She sighed. He really didn't see it.

"But it's not in your own mind. It isn't fantasy. You felt me. You
touched me. You saw me. You violated me. You know exactly what it
feels like, and you enjoyed it." She paused for a moment. "You
experience it, and that experience isn't gone. Is it?"

"If I don't tell you about it, and you continue to live your life.
It never happened."

She sighed again.

"So, date rape is all right as long as you drug the girl enough that
she can't remember."

He shook his head slowly. "Of course not, that actually did happen
to her, even if she wasn't aware of it. Here, the experience --"

"-- lives in your experience, your memories. You don't lose them
when you return, even if I do. It isn't any different."

He looked down, shaking his head. She took a deep breath and resumed
speaking before he could interrupt her.

"I'm going to remember all this, talking to you, sitting her naked
in front of you. It won't go away for me, will it?" Her voice
emerged as a whisper. She'd realised this all along, but it hadn't
forced itself into the forefront of her mind until now. "I'm going
to remember Leigh, and Kate, and Monique, and Nicole, and Andrea. Oh
my God."

He slowly nodded, not looking at her.

"That's why I'm dangerous," she said, wonder creeping into her
voice. "That's why you had to risk everything to make me come to
you. This isn't a fantasy anymore. Because I'll remember, too."

"You came to me on your own -- the universe ensured that. I helped
you step out, with Kate." He spoke to the grass between his feet.
"But, Dawn, I had to."

Her breasts ached, and her vagina clenched.

She swallowed heavily, and glanced upwards. The dragon still flew in
the sky, but it impossibly seemed a little closer to the naked girl,
sitting in the grass, high, high above.

"What happens now?" she whispered.


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