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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [146/157] (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 146

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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"But, I want to stay. Here, with you. With them."

He shook his head, sighing. This girl had been through so much, and
he had to deny her.

"Nicole," he said quietly, "it's over. I have to let you go."

"Don't you realise where you are sending me? I can't go back to him.
He'll kill me."

"I know, Nicole, and I wish it weren't."

"It's because of her, isn't it?"

"Who?"

"Dawn. The new girl. The one you want." Her voice rang with a hint
of bitterness.

He shivered, and his body pulsed. "The one I want?"

Nicole nodded. He looked at her for a while. Tears fell down her
face, her hands, now free, wrung between her knees. They sat at the
top of the marble staircase, her toes curled against the top step.
He sat on the rail, easily swinging his legs in the sunshine. Her
skin, unblemished except for the discolouration on her left side,
and the fading bruise on her cheek, shone palely in the sun. She
turned away, her eyes scanning the gardens below them.

"Dawn didn't do this," he said.

"Kate said ..."

"I know what Kate said; she doesn't understand. Dawn was only the
catalyst. It had to end sometime."

"He's going to kill me."

"I know, but you have to hold on. Perhaps, for a week."

Nicole nodded gravely.

"I hate him."

"He's your father."

"Genetically, only. I hate him. Always will."

He sensed it in her, and sympathised. Light red marks from the ropes
he'd used on her pressed in her wrists and forearms. She didn't
seem to mind. She would let him tie her, rape her, make her crawl,
if only he'd let her stay. He couldn't.

Her face lowered to rest on her bare knees.

"I don't mind it here. I know I'm under your control, perhaps even
more so than I was with him, but I don't mind it. I feel ... free
... here."

He smiled, and continued to swing his legs, listening to her soft
voice, and watching the clouds. They looked different from here than
they did from under the elm.

"Do you know when the last time I sat here was?"

"When?"

"I was clothed, of course, I had come home from school, dropped out
actually, and I thought maybe he'd changed. I sat here, watching
the gardens, and thinking I'd start over." She paused, and he
thought she might be crying quietly, but when she raised her eyes,
they were dry. "I started over," she whispered. She touched her ribs
and winced.

"Nicole ..."

She shook her head.

"I used to stand up there, in my room, gazing through the glass,
watching the squirrels." She waved idly towards the single non-human
creature awake in the world. "I envied them. They didn't get
whipped. They didn't get raped. They didn't get bound to their beds
to sleep. Sometimes, if he wasn't home, or he had left me to suffer,
I stood there and didn't care that I was naked, that I was wearing
nipple clamps, that I had been burned with a cigarette. My pain
eased, and I flew over the garden, ran through the grass. I always
had to return, of course, but I dreamed."

"Nicole, you don't have to ..."

"I do," she said. This time, he was sure that tears fell down the
girl's cheeks. "Did you know that I slept sometimes with that
Frisbee? That it was the one thing that he wouldn't destroy of mine,
because he didn't know how much it meant to me?"

"I know, Nicole. I know."

She looked up at him, her eyes shiny wet, and then nodded.

After a while, she glanced back up at him, and sighed.

"He's going to kill me."

"I won't let him."

"He knows the chief of police. He knows the fucking mayor. He knows
the judges. They've all raped me, while he whipped me. I'm his
bribes, his security."

"I know," he said.

"I've had sex with them. Don't you see? He'll kill me, and get away
with it. Nobody knows I'm here. You can't send me back. Please."

He sighed. "I know you're here. And so does Dawn."

Nicole leaned forward, and for a moment, he thought that she was
going to be sick. He dropped from the railing, intending to at least
hold back her hair for her, but the girl surprised him.

"I'll be all right," she said slowly, her voice cracking. Wracking
sobs shook her body, and he could see pain funnelling through her,
as she shook. Instead, he took her in his arms, and cradled her,
stroking her hair gently. It reminded him of her nightmare, an
eternity ago, when she hadn't wakened, but fought in her dreams with
a monster.

"Thank-you," she whispered, wiping at her eyes.

She sat up, and looked around the grounds, her eyes locking onto an
innocent creature, black and furry. He followed her gaze. She
watched the squirrel for a long time, as it climbed trees, and
chattered, foraging as squirrels were wont to do.

"I'd like to be free," she said.

"I wish ..."

"You don't understand," she interrupted. Her eyes remained shiny
with tears, but none spilt. "I want to run in the garden. Be with
the squirrels for a while. Free."

He nodded slowly. "Don't hurt yourself," he said, nodding towards
her injured ribs. She groaned as she pushed herself to her bare
feet.

"Do you want clothing?" he asked. She lived here. She should have
something in her closet, or a dresser that she could wear. In fact,
the jeans she was wearing when he had found her would give her at
least a sense of normalcy.

She cast him a puzzled look, and stepped down three marble steps
carefully.

"Clothing, what for? There's nobody here, right?"

"Just me."

"You've seen my birthday suit." She spread her arms to the side,
turning slowly on the step. It reminded him of Dawn, presenting
herself to him, giving him permission to watch her on a rougher
staircase, leading down into darkness instead of sunlight. Nicole
hesitated, and then spoke again. "In my visions, I was always naked.
It seemed more free. More normal. For me. For better or for worse,
I'm not the same girl I used to be."

He nodded, and shrugged. He climbed to his feet, and began to walk
back to the rail. Before he climbed back up, he turned.

She seemed to debate something with herself, and then ran up the few
steps she had descended. When she reached him, she raised herself up
on her toes, and placed her hands on his shoulders. She kissed his
cheek, and then blushing, turned and walked back to the stairs.

"Thank-you," she whispered.

And then she was gone, running down the stairs, her hair tumbling in
the wind that she created. Her easy laughter kissed his ears as he
watched her run through the gardens, stopping to pick flowers, and
smell them, sometimes merely lying in the grass, her fingers nearly
caressing the blades beneath her bare skin.

The squirrel watched her, perhaps puzzled at the sight -- a carefree
girl, naked and alone in the garden that had seemed so far away. He
watched her, too, a smile gracing his lips.

It wouldn't be easy, but Nicole would survive. Of that, he was
certain.

With a sigh, he left her, and pushed open the door. Four more girls
waited patiently for him to release them.


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