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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [156/157] (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 156

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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Rachel looked up, a wisp of puzzlement crossing her features. For a
moment, she thought that she saw two women, girls, really, standing
nude in front of the desk. The Westin symbol seemed to waver for a
moment, then solidified.

"Can I ..."

She stopped herself, her hand rising to touch her lips. Help you?

She shook her head, and reached for the telephone. It buzzed
conspiratorially in her hand, and she closed her eyes for a moment.
She dialled. He picked it up on the third ring, sleepy and
disoriented.

"Hello?"

She smiled, and breathed heavily into the phone, looking around to
ensure that nobody was paying attention to her. Nobody was.

"Hey lover," she whispered. "When I get home, you're getting lucky."

She hung up, her breasts aching.

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

The strawberry tingled against her tongue as she lay her head back.
Bubbles surrounded her, and gentle sprays of water caressed her skin
beneath. She opened her mouth, waiting. A grape, as sweet as wine,
exploded as she sank her molars into it.

She opened her eyes, expecting Dawn to kiss her, but she started as
she saw Mark.

The feeling faded as quickly as it came, like a dream. The emotions
remained, but Linda couldn't place their source any longer.

"Hey, lover girl," Mark whispered. His fingers touched her face, and
she raised her own hand, bubbles and all, to interlace with his
fingers.

She smiled, not understanding the flush that had touched her body,
but knowing exactly how to satiate it. She pushed herself up out of
the hot tub, ignoring the plate of fruit from which he was feeding
her.

He glanced at her, looked away, then returned his eyes to drape down
her nude body. He watched him mentally strip away the bubbles.

"Not again," he groaned in mock exasperation.

"It is the day after my wedding, and it is the honeymoon suite ..."
she whispered. She took his hand. For some reason, she tried to
imagine him as a girl. Couldn't.

"Sweets, I'm tired," he said. But he was grinning.

"Tired?"

He nodded, still mischievous.

She sighed. "I can take care of myself, you know ..." She let her
hand drift down her breast, circling her nipple, which tingled at
her touch.

He reached up and grasped her hand, and playfully tugged her from
the tub. She dripped all over the tiles, and yelped playfully. She
lay down, still wet, and slippery.

He grinning and reached down to touch her. She lifted her breasts
into his touch.

"I'm glad you're back," she whispered to him.

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

Kelly glanced around the hardware store, and pressed her legs
together. She sighed, and called over a few aisles.

"Walt? Can you cover for me?"

Walt rounded the corner, a middle aged man that she always had
suspected might have actually liked her if she didn't paint herself
up.

A tingle ran through her, and she stepped from behind the cash
register, passing him.

She walked quickly up the aisle, stopping for a moment beside where
the clothespins lay, innocently regarding her from the bin.

She shivered, and a sudden thought flit through her mind: What might
those feel like on her nipples? She turned away, frightened, but
not.

She paced up the hallway, and entered the ladies room with a sigh.
She didn't have to go -- she didn't even glance at the stalls.
Tilting her head, she stared at her image in the mirror.

Suddenly, she didn't even know who she was anymore. She turned on
the taps, and squirted soap into her hands.

Moments later, her face still drying, she slipped back out into the
hallway. She felt naked, without the everpresent piercings, her
eyebrows bare, her nose stud jingling in her pocket. The patrons of
the mall didn't really know her, and none remarked on her new
appearance.

"Walt?"

The man looked up, his eyes widening. Then a smile graced his lips,
warming her.

"Kelly? My, God."

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

Sandra let the phone fall slowly to its cradle. A sense of deja vu
suffused her, and she slowly pushed herself up from behind the desk.
She paced to the door, opening it with care, almost as if she were
afraid that the boogeyman might jump from behind, tearing at her
clothing, raping her.

Where did those thoughts come from? she wondered.

She peered out, unease settling through her body. It seemed like it
emanated from the lab. She shook her head, and returned to her desk.

Her breasts ached, and she wanted sex. It didn't make any sense. She
ignored the sensations, and tried to concentrate on the work she
had. She had to get funding for the lab.

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

The blonde girl behind the desk seemed eerily familiar.

His bike shoes clicked against the floor in the awkward rhythm of
his walk. Her name tag said: Andrea.

He smiled, and smoothed his hair.

"Hi, Andrea. Delivery for the 42nd floor."

The girl looked up, slightly dazed. She smiled, and reached for the
clipboard.

"Don't I know you from somewhere?" he said.

His mind filled with a vision of the girl naked, and he shook his
head, trying to clear it. She was staring at him as though she had
seen his thoughts, and she was disgusted by it. He'd heard of
undressing women with his mind, had even done it before. But this
...

"That's original," Andrea said easily, and handed back the
clipboard. The courier scratched his head, and stepped away from the
desk. The girl returned her attention to a thick textbook in front
of her, sighing.

The image faded quickly, and by the time he reached the 42nd floor
lobby, he had nearly forgotten the security guard. Except for her
eyes.

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

Suki's foot met the sidewalk with a resounding click, the high heels
aching on her feet. The sounds of traffic, and noon hour
conversations surrounded her.

She automatically translated some of them into Mandarin, smiling as
one woman described her honeymoon as she stepped from a taxi.

Suki glanced up, the Westin towering overhead. She stopped, suddenly
feeling eyes on her. Somewhere.

She tilted her head. A guard, or a bellboy, she couldn't tell which
was leering at her from the lobby. If his tongue had been any
further out of his mouth, he would have been mopping the floor with
it.

She sighed; it wasn't an unusual reaction. She knew that she was
pretty, even if she wasn't a supermodel.

She glanced around, and fought the almost irresistible urge to flash
him. Instead, she sighed, and flashed him her middle finger.

Then she turned and continued into the world.

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

Melanie hesitated, a sense of excitement racing through her nerves.
The bus driver glanced down at her through the open door.

"Lady, are you coming aboard?"

Melanie shook her head, the feeling fading. Her breasts suddenly
ached, and she sensed something from the bus.

"I'll take the next one," she said.

The bus driver shook her head, and closed the door. The bus lurched
off, and Melanie watched it go with a blossoming feeling of relief.

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

John drove along the roadway, his fingers reaching for the radio
dial.

Suddenly, an image of Dawn, naked, and standing in a sea of green,
barefoot, and yet powerful slammed into his mind. The cars around
him faded, and the girl stood instead, hands curiously behind her
back, almost as if they were tied there. His penis pulsed with the
thought, until he realised that he was going to hit her.

He screamed, and twisted the wheel, tires churning and screeching.

The bridge abutment rose out of his vision, like a tower of concrete
from a fog.

"Shit," he murmured.

He heard the crash, more than felt it, the engine careening through
the dashboard like a hungry animal. He screamed again, and then
darkness descended.

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

A sudden scent of musk surrounded them, and they looked at each
other, with expressions of embarrassment.

"It wasn't me," Amber said, a smile rising to her lips.

Heather glanced at her sideway, a sudden desire flowing through her
nerves only to disappear in an instant.

"I wasn't me, either," she said.

But the musk faded as quickly as it had come, a phantom only
touching their minds for an instant.

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

Jessica shivered as though she'd passed through a ghost, her foot
resuming its path as though it had never stopped. She sat at her
desk, and lowered her head to her hands. She listened to the
students filing out.

She glanced up, and watched as one of the last girls, the tall shy
one, Leigh, stepped out and to the doorway. She paused there,
glancing back for a moment, holding Jessica's eyes.

A tingle passed through Jessica's breasts, her nipples throbbing. An
image of herself, naked, kneeling on the floor, Leigh above her,
flashed through her mind.

She closed her eyes, and the image disappeared. Only the throbbing
in her nipples remained.

"Are you all right, Miss Chambers?"

She shook herself, afraid somehow that Leigh had seen the same
image, certain of it. But the girl's face only registered concern,
and an element of adulthood, thrust upon her too early. It wasn't
the same girl that had entered the class. Jessica didn't understand
it, and she could only shake her head.

"Perhaps a headache," she whispered.

"I hope you feel better," Leigh said. The girl shut the door quietly
behind her, and Jessica was left alone in the classroom. She let her
breath out, and began gathering papers to grade.

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

"Kate," Karen whispered.

"Forget her, I'm not with her anymore."

Karen looked around, puzzled. The smoking area seemed the same, but
every time she thought to bring the lit stick to her lips, her
nipples ached. Hard, almost like they were burning.

She ignored the sensation, and brought the tobacco to her lips, and
inhaled.

The smoke burned her, and she coughed deeply, her lungs on fire.
That hadn't happened since she was a novice at this. Her eyes
teared, and her nipples throbbed.

She looked up, and Darren was staring at her, something between
concern and unbridled lust entering his eyes.

She had a sudden vision of herself naked in front of him, crying,
and his face carrying that same expression.

She paled.

"Forget that bitch, she's nothing."

Karen sighed, and then reached into her pocket, withdrawing the
cigarettes there. She dropped them on the ground, grinding her heel
into the pack. The lit one, between her fingers, made her nauseous
to smell it. It joined the pack.

"Karen, what the hell are you doing?"

He raised his own cigarette to his lips and inhaled. He blew the
smoke towards her, and she coughed again, her eyes watering.

"Is that what you'll call me, too, when you're through with me?"
she asked quietly. The other students around her stepped back,
sensing something more floating though the smoking area than a
simple lovers spat.

"What?"

That look hadn't left his eyes.

(Add some rope, and a burning cigarette pressed into my
 tits, and he'd be spraying his shorts.)

She had no idea where that thought had come from, but she was as
certain of it as she was that she would never touch another
cigarette as long as she lived.

"Bitch," she said, almost in a whisper.

It seemed to take the wind out of his sails, and finally that look
fled. He liked his girls more docile. That's why he dropped Kate.

She walked up to him, her hands balled at her side.

"I'm not a bitch, and neither is Kate. Understand?"

He nodded, backing away from her. She thought she heard clapping
behind her as she turned away from him and began walking towards the
school. She didn't know if she'd find Kate, probably not, but she
would eventually. She needed to tell her something. She'd stopped
smoking, and she'd kissed her boyfriend. Former boyfriend.


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