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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [149/157] (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 149
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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved
Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)
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He stood on the opulent marble of the front stoop, his eyes casting
around the gardens. His vision was blurred, and he sighed as he
brushed away the moisture upon his cheeks.
Men don't cry. Shouldn't.
He closed his eyes, hearing Nicole's soft voice singing somewhere
below.
Monique had been the first to go back. The tears told him that he'd
waited too long, that he had done it again, let them get inside of
him. He hoped the others would be easier, but he doubted it.
He inhaled deeply, the clearer air here filling his lungs.
He opened his eyes. There was a girl in a deep cellar waiting for
this to be over, uncomfortable, and probably frightened. There were
four girls still here that needed to go home.
Above, the clouds remained as they had been for three days and three
nights, motionless, a dragon flying through the blue.
<---===***===--->
Her voice came soft and gentle to his ears.
"Are you all right?"
He opened his eyes, brushing at his cheeks. Nicole stood like an
angel before him, naked with a look of deep concern flushing her
cheeks. He swallowed, and pushed the image of Monique dropping her
evening attire from his mind.
"I'll be fine."
"She's gone, isn't she?"
"Monique?"
Nicole nodded, her hair trembling across her shoulders.
He pursed his lips, refusing to let the tears fall again. He
nodded.
"She wanted to go back. It was the right thing to do."
He nodded again, knowing that Nicole was telling him only the truth.
They all needed to go back, despite his feelings, despite his
desires.
Nicole shifted her weight, and turned her back, looking out across
the garden again. She waved at the squirrel, which trembled for a
moment and then dashed towards the back lawn.
Without looking at him, Nicole spoke.
"I'm ready, I think."
He reached forward and touched her arm. When she turned, her eyes
were shiny with tears.
"I'd like ... I'd like to say good-bye," she whispered.
<---===***===--->
She hugged them all as he stood watching from the doorway.
She bent at each, whispering something to first Andrea, then Kate,
then Leigh, embracing each girl as she might a lover about to embark
on a long trip.
Then she stood in front of him, making no attempt to stop the tears.
He reached to her face and brushed at the trail of moisture, her
tears coating his fingertips.
"I'm ready," she said, her voice stronger than he'd expected. "Can
we do this in the garden?" She paused as if he'd refuse her.
"Please?"
He nodded and began to walk back to the front door. When he turned
to look, she stood framed by the archway. She saw him looking, and
smiled weakly.
She spun, just once, and waved to the girls that were out of his
sight now, silently wishing them all well in their separate
journeys.
With purpose, she tore herself from the living room, and walked
towards him.
<---===***===--->
"By the elm," she said quietly.
He shrugged, and followed the naked girl across the grass until they
stood underneath its branches.
"Why here?"
She shrugged. "I don't know. You liked it here."
He nodded. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a black shape
hurtling through the blades of grass. Nicole smiled, and crouched.
The squirrel rose up on its hind legs, watching her, almost waving.
"Good-bye, little one. I'll see you on the other side."
She straightened, and the squirrel dashed off again, ignoring the
silly humans intruding into its domain.
"I won't let you stay here," he said slowly.
She nodded. "I'll survive. Somehow." Understanding his meaning.
Turning, she glanced one last time around the gardens.
"I was free here," she said slowly. The tears had returned.
He waited for her to face him again. She did, her chin lifted a
little. Her bare body trembled.
"I'm ready." Her voice rang surely.
He pushed, closing his eyes. He felt her, but for a moment, as his
time intersected hers, almost a touch as intimate and gentle as a
lover's hand.
He heard her gasp, and then a whisper:
"Thank-you."
When he opened his eyes, she was gone, returned to a former life,
more painful than this one. He swallowed heavily and turned from the
tree against which she'd stood but moments before.
This time, he managed to keep the tears at bay, and after a while,
he began to walk back towards the Mansion.
<---===***===--->
He stood in front of her bedroom door, hand resting on the handle.
One twist and a push, and he could see her again.
She would be kneeling, her blouse ruined, her hands handcuffed,
tears running down her face, jeans clothing her hips, wrists
bleeding with desperate tugs against steel. Her father, the animal,
would be standing in front of her, offering her a gift that she
didn't want.
He shivered, nausea racing through him.
He shook his head, and let his hand drop to his side, brushing at
his faded Levis.
"You'll survive," he told himself. And he hoped beyond all hope that
he wasn't lying to the door shut against him.
He turned, and walked away from the door.
<---===***===--->
It lay innocently on the bathroom counter, where she'd left it a
long time ago. He smiled, the ache in his eyes receding a little.
There was so much more left to do.
He reached forward and picked up the cap.
"Security," he read in a whisper. He envisioned it upon her head,
blonde ponytail thrust through it, her smile capturing him behind a
desk in an office building far away.
He bounced it in his hand.
She was going the be glad to see it, he supposed.
He glanced once more at the closed door to Nicole's bedroom,
sighing. Turning away purposely, he headed back towards the stairs.
It would be the last time that he saw this place.
He didn't want to see it anymore, and he descended the stairs, the
sound of his shoes echoing, and trembling the bedroom door behind
which the Chamber of Horrors would continue.
But only for a week.
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