Message-ID: <43320asstr$1057806602@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20030709173253.21014.qmail@nym.alias.net> From: Crimson Dragon X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 9 Jul 2003 17:32:53 -0000 Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [118/157] (MF+, bond, control) {Crimson Dragon} Date: Wed, 9 Jul 2003 23:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, hecate -----BEGIN PGP SIGNED MESSAGE----- ==================================================================== Author's Shortened Preface: ==================================================================== 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 ==================================================================== Dawn of Time - Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) Chapter 118 ==================================================================== (C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) ==================================================================== "Are you sure?" Linda asked. Linda perched upon the tiles, her legs emersed in the hot tub. The tub once again bubbled beneath the windows. Dawn stood easily below the deck, her hands grasped easily behind her bare back. Slowly, she shook her head. (No. I'm not sure. I want nothing but to fuck you again. All day and all night, and forget about this insane stopped world that we are suddenly a part of. I want to kiss you, and slip my fingers inside of you, pumping and licking, and loving. I want to taste you, and have you taste me. And I don't want this fucking responsibility anymore. I don't. I don't. I don't.) "I want to, Linda. I do. But I shouldn't." Linda peered down at Dawn skeptically. "We're outside of Time. Nobody will ever know. Not Mark, and not even me. Are you sure. I certainly don't mind. I even want to." It took all her willpower to deny her breasts. "I'm sure." Linda nodded, as if she understood, and pushed herself slowly off the edge and into the bubbles. She sighed as she settled beneath the warm water. Dawn stepped forward, and settled herself on the edge. She hesitated for a moment, then slipped her feet into the tub with Linda. She sighed as the water encased her bare feet. Surprised, she realised that they ached with the rest of her. "Changed your mind?" Linda said. A smile graced her soft lips. With a start, Dawn realised that her toes on her right foot had slipped between Linda's thighs, and were lightly stroking the bare skin underwater. She pulled her foot from Linda. For a moment, Linda seemed disappointed, but then composed herself again, not returning her thigh to Dawn's foot, even though she might have easily. "I'm sorry," Dawn whispered. "One for the road," Linda said in a husky whisper. Dawn shook her head. Her breasts screamed at her, begging for Linda's gentle fingers, once again. "Come with me," Dawn said. "Not because of the sex -- though it is good, you know that -- because you should come with me. It's not over yet." "He'll kill me," Linda said. Fear etched onto her face. "I can protect you. He doesn't even know you aren't here." Linda laughed, her voice almost regretful. "I felt him." "What?" Dawn glanced around, as if the Timeman had snuck up behind her. And she hadn't even dressed yet. For some reason, that bothered her. Meeting the Timeman naked. That wouldn't be good for a girl, would it? "Last night." "Last night? When?" Linda hesitated. "In my head -- distant and far away. I wasn't afraid, not then, but he heard me. I'm sure of it." "Heard what?" Linda hesitated. "When I -- er -- when you -- and I -- um --" Dawn sighed, shifting her eyes downwards. The top slopes of Linda's breasts peeked above the bubbles. She completed the sentence for Linda. "Climaxed?" Linda nodded. "He was in my head. He heard me. I can't explain it." Dawn sighed, dread beginning to replace some of the arousal. He knew. Somehow, he knew. And it wasn't so much the lesbian encounter that bothered her -- but rather that he knew that she was there. It filled her belly with unease and trepidation. But also with anticipation. "Come with me." Tears now tracked down Linda's cheeks, as she shook her head. "I want to, Dawn. I do. It's not the fear, it's not him. I swear it." "Then come with me." "I can't leave Mark. This isn't real -- not for me. Not you and me. I enjoyed it -- perhaps more so because it isn't real. I got to experience you -- and nobody will ever know -- not even me. It was - -- free. Do you understand?" Dawn nodded. Tears filled her eyes. "I can't leave him. I've had fun, in a way -- not the torture, but - -- with you. But I can't leave him. I can't. Don't you understand that? I love him." Dawn nodded. She pulled her feet from the bath, and pushed herself up. She dripped on the tile, her feet suddenly chilled outside of the hot tub. Thoughts of John, and that last night -- Hawking flying through the air towards her head -- permeated her mind. Dawn sighed. Merely because John had been a shit, didn't mean that Mark was. "I understand," Dawn said slowly. Linda nodded, and Dawn bent to kiss her cheek. At the last second, Linda turned, and the girls connected at the lips. Shivers flitted through Dawn's spine as Linda's tongue probed, for only a moment, then retreated. "I really enjoyed last night," Linda whispered. "Me, too," Dawn said as she straightened. (More than you can know.) "Good-bye," Dawn said quietly. Before Linda could respond, Dawn withdrew the bubble, and Linda fell back into slower time, again slipping into the control of the Timeman, and out of Dawn's influence. "Good-bye," Dawn whispered again. She turned away, and moved towards the bedroom, not bothering with the white robe that remained near the front entrance, her bare feet whispering across the carpet. <---===***===---> It almost felt odd, pulling her panties and her jeans over her legs. Barefoot, she gathered the remainder of her clothing, her bra, and her sweatshirt, and her shoes and socks, and wandered back out to the sitting area where she could see Linda's frozen form lounging in the bathtub. She missed her already, and she was still there. Dawn settled into a sofa, and closed her eyes. She could see the tennis balls, all the girls somewhere to the north, and Linda and Mark's presence close and comforting. The Timeman's ball spun lazily near the northern girls. She gasped as his ball sped up momentarily, then like the voice of a ghost, her own name filtered through the haze. "Dawn," a male voice whispered, close and cloying within the confines of her mind. (He was in my mind, I can't explain it.) Dawn shivered, and wrapped her arms about her breasts, allowing her top and shoes to tumble to the floor at her feet. She glanced at Linda. (I want her. I want her. I want her.) But did she want her for company, or much more? The answer was scary, and Dawn pushed the thoughts from her mind. Without thinking, she pushed herself up and walked over to the tub. Linda lounged peacefully within the confines of frozen bubbles. (Linda. Linda. Linda.) Before she even realised what she was doing, she pushed the time bubble. It hesitated at Linda's bare skin. Dawn could feel her, almost like last night, close and soft beneath the water. Dawn's breasts tingled, partially in memory, partially in anticipation. (Mark. I love him.) With one last push, Dawn forced the bubble outward, away from herself. (No. Yes. No. Yes. Mark. John. Sex.) With a final cry, Dawn collapsed, her breasts throbbing, her clitoris fairly screaming in desire. Dawn squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block the images. Her on her knees, naked, licking Linda. Linda naked on her knees, licking. Licking. Teeth. Thighs. Bellies. Nipples. Kisses. With a groan, Dawn forced her fingers from the junction of her thighs. Her jeans felt damp down there, but Dawn wasn't sure if it was internal, or external. The tiles were still damp from her exit from the tub, long ago. If she climaxed here -- maybe -- just maybe -- she could force the bubble to encase Linda again. Just maybe. (Please no. I don't want to. It isn't fair on her.) The bubble collapsed inward, and after a few minutes, Dawn rose to her hands and knees, crying -- frustration and shame fighting for dominance within her mind. "Linda," Dawn whispered. "I can't do it." But she could. She knew she could. If only for Linda. All it would take is three pinches of her right nipple, and her fingers working between her legs. Like ... this. She tore her fingers from her vagina, scratching her wrist on the rough material of her blue jeans. (But it feels so good. Please. Just for a moment longer.) Crying out, she ran back towards her clothing. She slipped on the sweatshirt, without bothering with her bra, then picking up her shoes and socks, she ran towards the doorway. "I'm sorry, Linda. So sorry," she whispered. She stood near the doorway, her fingers on the unmoving knob. Mark stood hunched over outside, on the other side of the gap. Linda lay, unaware beneath her bubbles. With a final look, Dawn slipped out, her breasts dragging, and crying out with demands. She danced around Mark, and ran down the hallway. It wasn't until she was safely in the fire stairs that she sat and pulled socks over her bare toes, and then jammed her feet into her runners. Then carrying her bra, she ran down the ten flights without pausing. <---===***===---> Breathing hard, both from the descent, and from pure arousal, Dawn sat down on the curb, fresh air and bright noon sunlight caressing her face. She glanced up and down the street. Frozen people seemed to be staring at her from both direction on the sidewalk. Ignoring them, she stood. Her body continued to shake, but the inexplicable arousal had retreated a little. She could concentrate beyond the desire to bury her fingers within herself. She stared at the piece of cloth dangling from her hand. It seemed obscene to put the bra back around herself, trapping her breasts. Her impulse was to throw it into the gutter. Nobody here would care if she wore a bra. The only other shithead alive would actually, likely, prefer if she didn't wear any clothing, she was sure. "Fuck it," she said simply. She placed the strip of white cloth on the hood of a frozen BMW, where an old lady, and perhaps her granddaughter stared out into traffic that wasn't there. With one motion, she whipped the sweatshirt from her body, suddenly sure that with her luck, the world would start up again while she stood half naked, and bare breasted in the middle of Front Street. She closed her eyes, and returned the bra to its rightful place, shrugging by rote into the straps. She had no idea that she would voluntarily be giving up this symbol of modesty far sooner than she expected. She slipped the sweatshirt back over her head, and opened her eyes again after it was settled over her waist. With a sigh, she walked to her Buick, and opened the door. It opened easily, it remaining in her time. An image of herself, masturbating, infused her -- teasing her with memories of how she'd had to struggle to obtain this simple mode of transport. And that had been magnitudes simpler to achieve than freeing Linda from her prison of Time. Dawn fought the impulses to touch herself, twisting the key in the ignition. It seemed to be getting stronger -- the sexual pressures -- the results of this Timeline. It might kill her, or turn her into a raving nymphomaniac. Whatever the outcome, it was definitely getting stronger, the closer she drew to him. One way or the other, she had to try. With a sigh, she twisted the steering wheel. She glanced up once -- she imagined that she could see Linda standing naked and waving from ten floors up. Of course, that was impossible, but a tingle raced through her just the same. (North. He's north.) She didn't know how she knew that he was north of her, but the urge was implanted within her. Alone, now, she felt like a migrating bird. North. The Buick turned neatly under her control, and she began to weave slowly through the stopped traffic. North. North. North. <---===***===---> The combination of a bus, and two lanes of opposing traffic conspired against the Buick and Dawn. She could sense him, close and cloying. Dread and danger settled deep into her belly. "Shit," she whispered. Her eyes scanned the traffic, while her fingers drummed against the wheel. Below, her breasts and clitoris seemed to complain more and more as she travelled slowly north. It had been hours since she had left the Westin, picking her way slowly northward out of the city centre, and towards him and his naked girls. She still didn't understand the relationship between Kate, and Leigh, and the Timeman -- was sure that she didn't want to know. But she couldn't sit idly by and let him continue to whip them and attach clothespins to them. Continue to frustrate them, even while she was sucked into the fantasy, no matter how much she didn't want to see the girls naked, on their knees, begging, and crying, her own desires inexplicably linked to Kate, and Leigh, and the others. She couldn't sit still and safe -- not any longer. Her breasts ached. With a sigh, she threw the gearshift into Park, and slipped from the vehicle, softly closing the door. She left the keys dangling from the ignition. Who would steal the car -- in this world? Even in the real world, she doubted if anyone would be desperate enough to steal the hunk of tin. "Time to hoof it," she said to herself as she stepped up onto the sidewalk. The cool air caressed her face as she began to walk north, leaving the Buick parked behind the bus. <---===***===---> The houses were more like castles on this street, tucked into the centre of the metropolis. She'd only been in this part of town a few times in her life, and of those, she had never stopped. The people who lived in neighbourhoods like this kept guard dogs, and security systems which would alert the police to any trespassers. Imposing gates slipped by as she walked along the shoulder of the roadway. (Here. Here. Here.) She halted, the sounds of her running shoes scraping to a stop. The gates here were open. She'd seen this home before. Something caught her attention -- something minute. Something out of place in this strange and silent world. She swayed, allowing her shoulder to touch the warm brick of the gate. It wasn't cold and distant as most of the world. It took her a moment to understand what was unusual. A black squirrel stood on its hind paws and chittered at her, as if challenging her, like a guard squirrel. A squirrel. Common enough in her old world -- a nuisance, even. Abandon all hope, all ye who enter here. (Here. Here. Here.) She sighed, and slipped around the black metal gates, her fingers trailing along the cold metal. The house beyond looked eerily familiar, until she recognised the entrance marble from one of her visions -- one where she'd been Kate, naked and collared. She shivered as the memory drove more desire deep into her. She had the nearly irresistible urge to strip, here and now -- use her fingers, irrationally sure that her arousal would reveal her presence, but to silence her raging hormones would blanket her in a shroud of obscurity. Instead, unheeding of the damp earth, she slipped into the gardens, and crept towards the house. Every twig that snapped under her foot, and every leave that rustled, made her jump, heart racing. Spring flowers, a mixture of tulips and daffodils, sprung from the black earth beyond the pines under which she crouched. The sharp tang of pine needles surrounded her. She could sense them, vaguely, within, spinning beyond the brick and mortar rising like a shield beyond the cover of the branches where she crouched. Her heart sped up. They weren't asleep. The girls within were all awake, and the larger more distinct ball of the Timeman spun closer and more dangerously than did the girls. She was unable to determine their specific activities, but they were all near one another, moving about with wakeful purpose. 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