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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 123

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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She found him lying down in the pullout bed that they'd shared last
night. He lay staring up at the ceiling, hands interlaced behind his
head. She swallowed heavily and turned towards Monique and Nicole
who had followed Leigh from the kitchen. Leigh's hands felt soft
and clean from washing dishes, and she clenched them now beside her
bare thigh wondering whether she should disturb her captor or simply
leave him to brood.

Monique shrugged, and turned away. Nicole raised her eyebrows, and
looked equally as helpless.

The word stung her tongue, but she had no other way, short of
touching him, to possibly get his attention.

"Sir?" she said. Inside, she cringed. Kate seemed to have nearly
become accustomed to addressing the man in this way, but to Leigh it
still represented a final act of capitulation. She would have
preferred to use his real name, first or last, but he still hadn't
deigned to reveal that much about him. In truth, she knew damn
little about the man -- only what he appeared to like sexually. And
that was her, calling him: "Sir."

He didn't react to her voice, and she couldn't bring herself to
repeat the call. Instead, she slowly lowered herself to her knees,
and stared at the carpet. Dimly, she was aware of Nicole and Monique
following her lead, lowering to the carpet beside and behind her a
little.

She didn't like the role of leader here, but she supposed if only by
virtue of her tenure in this strange universe, she had been elected
chief of the breakfast cleanup crew.

After a time, he stirred, but didn't rise to look at the girls.
Leigh glanced up, but only his reclining silhouette rose above the
sheets above her.

"Sir?" she repeated. Her mouth felt furry, protesting the word
again. This time, she sensed that he was listening, even if he
didn't acknowledge her presence. She plunged on, hoping that it
wasn't a mistake not waiting for his approval. She fervently hoped
that the punishment wouldn't be the big red ball shoved between her
teeth for hours.

"We've finished cleaning up," Leigh said into the empty air, hoping
that he was still listening. "If you allow us, we'd like to shower."
After another minute, she added, "Please?"

He sat up for a moment, and leaned on his hands, looking down on her
kneeling form. He smiled, and Leigh felt her heart settle a little.

"No girl showers alone. Okay?"

Leigh pushed herself to her feet in one fluid motion. She sensed
Monique and Nicole rising as well.

"Of course," she said simply, though she could feel a flush rising
to her chest and face. The Timeman lowered himself back to the bed,
interlacing his fingers behind his neck again, a peaceful expression
crossing his features. Quickly, before he could change his mind,
Leigh stepped from the room, her bare feet whispering across the
floor. Nicole and Monique followed quickly, not glancing back at the
Timeman who seemed to ignore their passage.

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

Kate looked up from drying her hair as Leigh gingerly pushed open
the bathroom door. It felt odd to enter without knocking, but in
this universe, there was really no such thing as privacy and the
door hadn't been completely closed as if in deference to that fact.
The Timeman could walk in on the girls at any point, and indeed did,
often enough to be unsettling and dangerous. Kate didn't seem
nonplussed by the intrusion, and she flashed Leigh a smile. She ran
the brush through her clean hair one more time, then stepped away
from the sinks, placing the hair drier down with a clunk. Steam
billowed from the shower enclosure where Andrea stood, naked and
head tilted back under the spray.

Kate sighed, and twisted towards the shower.

"Time to come out," Kate called playfully to Andrea. Andrea looked
up from under the water, and blinked, taking in Leigh and the other
girls entering the small bathroom. The Timeman hadn't followed the
girls up, for which Leigh was somewhat thankful. Instead, he lay
brooding, eyes closed, in the living room, perched on the pullout
bed upon which Leigh had slept last night. He'd almost seemed to be
searching, though if asked, Leigh wouldn't have been able to
pinpoint why she had that impression.

Andrea tilted her hair back into the shower for one last minute,
sighing, running her hands through her water darkened blonde hair.
Then she turned and pushed open the door, stepping out dripping onto
the bath mat. She looked scrubbed and clean, no trace of the red
ketchup gracing her skin. She flashed Leigh a smile, and grandly
gestured for Leigh to replace her under the still splashing water.

Truthfully, there was only enough room for two comfortably in the
shower, and while she would have jammed herself in with Monique and
Nicole, if necessary, the Timeman hadn't instructed them to all
shower together, only that they each wash one another, not showering
alone -- standard rules. Instead of stepping into the shower, Leigh
moved off towards the small window by the toilet, perching herself
on the seat and waving Monique and Nicole into the enclosure ahead
of her. Monique flashed her a smile of thanks, and grasping Nicole's
hand, led Nicole into the shower.

Andrea began to towel off, as Kate twirled, and waved before leaving
the bathroom and disappearing down the hall. Leigh felt a dull ache
in her heart as the redhead pranced out. After drying herself,
Andrea let the towel drop to her bare feet and began to brush out
her hair.

"You don't mind being naked," Leigh said quietly. Andrea didn't even
miss a stroke on the brush, though she grimaced as an unseen knot
pulled at her scalp.

"Why would I? The world can't see me -- only you and the Timeman."

"You don't mind that he's forcing you to be naked?"

Andrea shrugged. "I mind when he forces me to cover myself with
ketchup, and I don't like it when he hurts me or hurts anyone else,
but being naked is easy. It's just skin. I suppose I'd prefer
clothing, but I'm not overly uncomfortable without. Not here."

Leigh sighed, and turned towards the window. Andrea's image
reflected in the glass there as she continued to brush her blonde
locks. The sounds of water splashing and Monique washing Nicole
lightly exuded from the shower. Occasionally, Nicole whimpered as
Monique hit a sensitive spot.

When Leigh turned, Andrea had knelt beside the toilet, her hair
still wet and hanging plastered to her head and over her shoulders.
In fifteen minutes, it would be loose and clean about her head,
probably pulled back into a ponytail. Andrea looked up at Leigh.

"We don't have much choice, do we?"

Leigh smiled and nodded. "Didn't I tell you that once?"

"And I believed you. I think something important is going to happen
today," Andrea said. Idly, Leigh wondered if the Timeman had said
more to her while she knelt with that ketchup bottle than simply
that he would hurt Kate if she didn't comply.

Leigh nodded. "I think so, too."

Andrea looked like she was about to get up, to join Kate wherever
she'd disappeared to. Instead, she placed her hands on her knees, an
apprehensive look crossing her face.

"Leigh?"

"Mmmhmmmm?"

Leigh tore her eyes from gazing beyond the window. The world stood
still and quiet beyond the glass -- a world that she wasn't allowed
into without permission, without guidance. She could look, just not
touch. Not without approval, permission, control. It felt wrong.

"I don't understand completely."

"Understand what?"

"What's happening here."

"He controls time, Andrea. You know that."

"No. I understand that. And I even understand why -- I study
psychology at school. At least, I did before all this." Leigh
nodded. "I can even understand, a little, why he keeps us like this,
controls us. It's part of his nature, born into him like the shape
of his nose, and the set of his jaw."

Leigh glanced at the girl on her knees in puzzlement. Andrea took a
deep breath.

"I don't want you to take this the wrong way ..." Andrea hesitated
then, as if internally debating continuing. Then she plunged. "If I
offered to have sex with you, right now, would you say no?"

Leigh automatically began to protest, then pressed her lips
together.

"Sex? With me? Why?"

Andrea watched her knees for a moment, glanced over at the shower,
then looked up.

"Leigh? I haven't been here as long as you, but ... he's never let
you climax here, has he? I mean sexually. You and him have never
..."

Leigh slowly shook her head. Had Andrea heard the exchanges last
night? Obviously, she had. A embarrassed flush rose to Leigh's
cheeks.

"I haven't been here as long as you, and I ache. Far more than I
should. I've never been into girls -- experimented in my freshman
year, but ..."

Leigh nodded slowly. She understood that sentiment.

"But I'd have sex with you in an instant," Andrea said. "I might
protest if he ordered me to, but I would. And I wouldn't hate it. I
ache. My breasts, my vagina, even my damn toes."

Leigh swallowed. She knew that feeling -- truth be told, she was
feeling it now. In an abstract way, she wanted the girl, naked and
kneeling in front of her. She wanted Kate. She wanted Monique. And
she wanted the Timeman. She closed her eyes, her breathing
accelerating. It made some sense, but not a complete sense.

"It's simply the situation, Andrea. He keeps us aroused. Who
wouldn't be? We're human. And we're walking around all day without
clothes, places where we shouldn't be, exposed all the time. He
ties us up, teases us, shows us things that we might never have
imagined. We have no control over this -- and he's taking control
away from us -- even control over our own sexuality. It's sexual
overload. And then he denies us release. And I think he knows
exactly what he's doing. What do you think is going to happen? Of
course, we're sexually aroused."

Andrea sighed, and slowly climbed to her feet. Her breasts jutted
towards Leigh, and Leigh had the insane urge to reach forward and
touch them, lick them. But she didn't. Instead, she crossed her arms
under her own breasts and looked up to Andrea's face. A tear traced
down the girl's face.

"I ache," Andrea said.

"I know. But we can't. Even if we both simply want the release. If
he comes in, he will ..." Leigh let her voice trail off.

"I'm going to explode. It's not fair."

Leigh smiled, and touched her fingers to her lips, then reached up
and touched Andrea with the tips of her fingers. The girl shivered,
and slowly turned away.

"Me, too, Andrea. Me, too. And it is frightfully unfair."

Andrea nodded, and seemed to gain control of herself. The old Andrea
reappeared behind her eyes, and she smiled.

"It's more than that, Leigh. This time control shit is playing with
our hormones or something."

Leigh sighed. That had occurred to her, too. Many times. Her
breasts ached, and her clitoris was nearly always swollen down
there. She shrugged.

"Either way, we're not really in control of it, are we?"

Andrea smiled again, and ran her fingers over her nipples before
turning and stepping from the bathroom. A gasp escaped her lips.

"We'll survive, I suppose. Thanks for talking to me," she said
airily as she stepped from view.

Steam, the smell of peaches, and Nicole's soft voice reached for her
from the shower.

The image of Andrea naked and kneeling, the water from the shower
streaming across her bare skin, her lips kissing Leigh rose unbidden
in her mind. Leigh shook it off, and turned to regard the world
outside, shivering. And aching.

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Leigh sat up straighter, sure that something had moved at the edge
of the garden. From the bathroom window she could see the wide
expanse of perfectly manicured front lawn and the edge of the
massive brick gate that protected the mansion, presumably keeping
watchful eyes away from Nicole's torments in the real world.

Pine trees towered near the property line, probably serving both as
privacy shields as well as sound shields, keeping prying eyes, and
noisy vehicles from intruding, reinforcing the functions of the red
bricked gate.

Something was wrong -- different -- something not in sync with the
rest of the universe, strange as it was. Outside, the trees stood
still, and the silence was nearly overpowering. Leigh could almost
imagine that she was alone here, nobody to hurt her, nobody to
insist that she walk without her clothes. Alone in a universe
without judgement, without worries.

Andrea had been right in that. If it weren't for the others here --
especially the Timeman -- she would probably choose to go without
clothing. In a strange way, it represented freedom, and the
silliness of societies norms. But she'd never get used to it, not
like Andrea had -- not here, not while she was captive and forced
into capitulation. No, given the choice of going bare and donning
her comfortable jeans and sweatshirt, she knew what her choice would
be. She thought wistfully of her clothing, stripped off in a
hallway of a high school that she could barely remember anymore.
She'd done it to make things easier. It had been three days without
them. Three long days, broken only by a flimsy black evening gown
against her bare skin that had aroused more than her nudity alone
ever had.

Again, something caught Leigh's eye, and she shifted her gaze.
There. Near the pine trees. She squinted, and realised that the
window glass was fogging up, the steam from the shower finally
condensing upon its surface. Briefly, she considered asking Monique
to turn down the shower, but then simply opted to rub her bare
forearm across the glass. It streaked, but she could see between the
watery lines. Near the pine trees.

A shoe? A running shoe poking out from beneath the branches near the
fence? She peered towards the branches, imagining all sorts of
scenarios. A gardener, caught in the time freeze? A trespasser? A
police raid?

Leigh shook her head. Undoubtedly, whoever it was, would be frozen,
along with the rest of the world. She glanced back at the shower.
Nicole almost seemed ready to exit, to clear room for Leigh. Leigh
was looking forward to that spray of warm water across her bare
skin. The shower represented a semblance of routine, of normalcy,
even if she had to shower with another human being, never alone
anymore, not even allowed to wash herself.

Movement caught her eye again, and she turned quickly. A flash of
dusty blonde hair, and a feminine calf clothed in blue denim seemed
to float for a moment through the branches of evergreen. Leigh
gasped, and instinctively drew her arms up and across her bare
breasts. Who?

And she blinked. The girl was gone, like so much smoke into a
non-existent wind. Who? Who? Who? And why wasn't she frozen?

Leigh nearly called out to Monique and Nicole, but then clapped her
mouth shut. Calling attention to the girl couldn't be in anyone's
best interest. If it was someone that the Timeman was playing with,
then he didn't intend for the girls to know about her. If she was a
figment of Leigh's imagination, then all that would result was
embarrassment, and perhaps derision.

The girl, if there had been one, was gone, melted into the
undergrowth near the trees. Leigh watched for a while, until wet
fingers gently touched her shoulder.

Leigh whirled, crying out and raising her hands in a defensive
posture, knowing that if it was the Timeman, she would probably be
punished. Today was an odd day.

Instead, Nicole stared down at her, her hair plastered to her head.

"Are you all right?" she asked quietly. Monique remained in the
shower, perhaps only because she knew that Leigh wasn't allowed to
shower alone -- none of the females were.

"All right? I saw ..." Leigh began. Then she glanced back out the
window. She nearly screamed when something small and black exploded
from the undergrowth where she'd seen the girl's blonde hair and
denim clothed leg. Leigh's heart leapt into her throat, until she
realised at what she was looking. Suddenly, she felt foolish, a
flush rising into her face.

The squirrel -- the one that she'd asked him to free yesterday --
ran across the lawn, nosing for food, oblivious to the eyes upon it.

"Cute squirrel," Nicole said quietly. "I used to watch them from my
window. I thought they had the best life. Free, and carefree. The
only concern they have is finding enough food. No whips. No chains.
No bruises."

Leigh slowly turned. It had only been a damn squirrel, her mind
playing tricks on her. Disappointment flooded through her.

(What did you think? A denim clad blonde super-girl wearing Nikes
 was going to rise up magically and save you all?)

She glanced at the squirrel again. It stood on its hind legs, almost
watching her through panes of glass. It hadn't even occurred to
Nicole that the sight of a squirrel running through the grass was
itself unusual in this silent world in which they lived. She held
her tongue, not pointing out that cats could be easily added to the
squirrel's survival concerns. Leigh allowed Nicole her fantasy of
normalcy, and slowly rose.

"My turn?"

"What?"

"In the shower?"

Nicole stepped towards the window, her skin dripping droplets of
water to the tile beneath her bare feet, watching the squirrel until
it dashed out of sight around the corner of the house.

"Monique's waiting for you," Nicole whispered. Then she reached for
a dry towel, and began to gingerly dab at the discoloured skin near
her right side ribs, wincing a little as she did.

Leigh glanced once more through the glass before turning.

A blue denim calf, and Nike running shoes.

Confused with a squirrel? Or simply a wistful imagination?

With a sigh, she stepped towards the shower door, her heart lighter
than it had been earlier. Monique stood beneath the warm spray,
obviously enjoying the touch of the water against her bare skin.
Monique's nipples stood erect, and her breath came raggedly. At the
inrush of cooler air, she opened her eyes, and stepped from the
spray, offering her spot to Leigh.

(More than simple situation, Leigh. Andrea was right. Even
 Monique is feeling it. Tread carefully.)

"You ready?" Leigh asked Monique.

Monique nodded, and picked up the soap. Leigh's skin tingled
insistently as Monique's slippery hands found Leigh and began to
work the soap deeply. The smell of peaches rose up and infused her,
the smoky memory of the denim calf and Nikes fleeing as Leigh tried
to ignore the sensations of Monique's hands and fingers.


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