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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [143/157] (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 143

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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She stood alone, near the archway. A painfully accurate vision
crossed her mind like a gentle wave. Small, and helpless, her body
bare, completely, her heart racing in her throat. Her fingers
clenched and unclenched rhythmically at her side, and she struggled
to control her breathing.

He glanced up from his chair, a book open on his lap. He ignored her
presence, dismissing her like one would brush away a mosquito.

Dimly, she was aware of Monique as she released her hand. The naked
girl padded over to the sofa, sinking to the floor beside Andrea,
her arms brushing at Kate and Leigh above, their legs extended.
Nicole lay on her side, under Andrea's extended leg, her head
propped on her hand. It reminded Dawn of the family pictures that
were the custom when she was younger, everyone shouting as the
little flags emerged from the camera moments before the ...

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

FLASH.

The beast towered above her, menacing, as large as a skyscraper.
Steam, and perhaps brimstone wafted from its mouth, teeth like
daggers.

And it bellowed, head upturned to the moon shining above.

(Moon?)

The sound of its vocalisation shook the earth, trembles rising from
the soles of her feet, up through her legs, to tickle her nipples in
a cacophony of arousal. She moaned, her voice merging with the
dragon's, inflating into a howl of lost dreams.

Its scales dripped blood to the packed earth upon which it stood,
soaking the brown in a sea of red.

(My blood. My blood.)

A great pounding rose up in her ears, and she had to will her hands
from rising from her sides, refusing to acknowledge her own fear.
Her heart pounded in the same rhythm against her ribs, threatening
to escape, adding to the red seeping towards her feet.

The creature lowered its head, the sharp tang of brimstone, and dry
heat engulfing her naked skin. She shivered, but refused to step
back. The creature looked at her curiously, a single green eye
regarding her face. Not her breasts. Her face.

(Never argue with dragons. For you are crunchy, and taste good
 with ketchup.)

She fought a giggle, and shook her head. Each tendril of her hair
tickled her bare shoulders as her head moved.

(Eat me. Eat me, not. Eat me. Eat me, not.)

(It is not whether you win, only whether you play the game.)

She shivered. It was whether she won, or lost, and it all came down
to five frightened girls, and one who might or might not be able to
control the universe around her.

The dragon breathed again, and she closed her eyes. If it chose to,
it would crisp her like yesterday's toast. Instead, gentle warmth
flowed over her skin. Her breasts ached. Her vagina screamed at her.
She couldn't concentrate.

The dragon laughed at her, and the ground shook.

(I have to be David.)

(But I don't have a slingshot.)

(I'm not David.)

(He's not Goliath.)

She lifted her face, and opened her eyes. The dragon regarded her.

"I am Dawn," she screamed.

The dragon opened its mouth, and ...

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

FLASH.

He sat watching her, his eyes now intent, as if he sensed what she
saw. She shivered, suddenly cold. She desperately wanted her
clothing, facing this man naked and small seemed foolish. But this
is where she was meant to be.

Choices? What choices?

She wrapped her arms around her, opened her mouth. She wished that
she could simply spout flames, like a napalm bomb from her throat.
But that would destroy her, too, wouldn't it?

Her voice would have cracked, she was sure. Her lips closed, and she
closed her eyes for a moment. She sensed the time bubbles around
her, opened her mind to the time haze as it swirled around her,
comforting and close like a heavy blanket in winter.

"What will it take to let them all go?" she whispered. Her voice cut
through the room, even at a whisper, like a sneeze during a
symphony.

Even as she said it, she knew the answer. She had nothing. Nothing
that he couldn't take, as he'd taken her clothing. Not her
obedience, not her body, not her freedom, not her pride. She stood
before him, naked, and alone, frightened and only a college girl,
way, way out of her element.

(Why me? Lord, why me?)

She lifted her head, her eyes capturing his. The book in his lap, a
coffee table book on bridges, slipped soundlessly to the floor.

The girls to her right faded, the living room, the stereo, the
walls, the ceiling, the floors, all faded with them. Only she, and
the Timeman, existed, pink and purple haze drifting between them.

She knew his answer before he could say anything. Even so, he was
gentle.

"Dawn, you don't have anything to offer," he said, his voice almost
hypnotic.

Tears ran down her face, and she nodded.

"I know," she said.

Slowly, she stepped towards the other girls, moving her naked body
between them, and the Timeman.

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

"Dawn, you don't want to do this," he said slowly, carefully.

She could sense the girls behind her, restless, unsure of exactly
what was happening. She wanted to reassure them, to hug them all,
tell them all it was going to be fine, but she couldn't tear her
eyes from his. She felt like a snake, rising up, captured by the
charmer's eyes.

Purple, pink, crimson, blue haze swirled around her, embracing her,
gathering to her.

At last she closed her eyes, breaking their connection. She
shivered, still sensing his eyes on her, his tennis ball looming,
spinning, as large as a planet, as large as a star, so much larger
than hers.

She trembled, and her voice emerged quietly, almost apologetically,
though she didn't know who she was apologising to: him, the girls,
or herself.

"I have to do this," she whispered.

After a moment, she sensed him stand. The girls behind her fell
silent, awed. She opened her eyes, and he filled her vision, clouds
of haze blurring her sight.

"I know, you do, and I'm sorry," he said.

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

A bright flash extended from him, only visible to her eyes, hurtling
like a spear towards her heart. She watched it, as it tumbled
towards her, and she reached out with her hand, grasping at it.

(It will burn me. Oh God, it will burn me.)

She screamed as her fingers intersected with it, time clashing in a
reaction like matter kissing anti-matter. Blinded, she screamed
again, her hand tingling, crying out in agony. And then it was done,
her heart banging behind her ribs. When she opened her eyes again,
she was surprised that she had fallen to one knee, perspiration
dripping from her damp, clean hair.

She pushed herself up with a gasp. Dimly, she could hear Kate
crying, asking her if she was all right. Her breasts ached,
insistent, robbing her of concentration. She swallowed once, but
revelled in his surprised look as she regained her bare feet and
stood, facing him again.

Without warning, another bolt rushed towards her through the haze,
and this time, unthinking, she twisted to the side, the girls
shifting into her vision. The bolt slid past her with a kiss of heat
near her belly. Her eyes widened as it passed her and hurtled
towards Monique, bending downwards, striking her in the shoulder.

Monique's eyes lifted in a moment of surprise before the pain hit
her. It would last but a moment, but the girl didn't know that, and
Dawn couldn't warn her.

Her scream rose as the other girls looked on in bewilderment.

A groan escaped Dawn's lips as she turned to face him again.

"Had enough?" he asked. "I don't want to hurt you. I just need you
to listen to me."

"Listen? Or whip me?" Dawn gasped.

With that, she gathered the haze around her, though she had no idea
of how she did, and thrust it towards him, the bolt of lightning
glowing crimson red for a moment.

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

He laughed, and like a hiker flicking at an annoying deer fly,
shunted her attack aside. As the bolt flew outwards, without target,
Dawn groaned again, her breasts on fire, the previous whipping
settling into her core.

She lifted her head, and he smiled.

She didn't know if she could throw another one. The first had
drained her, her mind numbing, even as her body awakened, throbbing.

Another blazing bolt flew though the air towards her naked skin, and
she screamed, her fingers resisting. She had learned, however, and
she grasped the bolt, absorbing the pain into her body. Another
scream left her lips, echoing around the living room.

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

All the girls were screaming, fire licking at their bodies. Dawn
absorbed what she could, but the bolts flew now at a rate that she
couldn't hope to keep up with. Some struck Kate, some Leigh, some
Andrea, some Monique. It was those that fell to kiss Nicole, that
elicited the worst screams.

And then it became quiet, the girl's moans falling into the
distance, as if she'd moved a million miles from the living room
where her body ached -- her fingers burned, and her sex pulsed in
unsatisfied arousal.

Here, it was quiet, and only he existed.

She felt it then, her mind and body weakened by the earlier assault.
She couldn't stop him, anymore than she could free Mark, or Jeanine,
where this all began. She wasn't strong enough.

His bubble touched hers, and she felt him, close and intimate. It
felt like his fingers probed into her, thrusting deep, finding her
secrets. Raping her.

She screamed, his control over time polished and sure, hers unstable,
and weak. She felt her bubble collapsing, closer to her skin,
embracing her like a second skin, her body trembling.


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