Message-ID: <40819asstr$1044925804@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20030210202838.23708.qmail@nym.alias.net> From: Crimson Dragon X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 10 Feb 2003 20:28:38 -0000 Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [016/157] (MF+, bond, control) {Crimson Dragon} Date: Mon, 10 Feb 2003 20:10:04 -0500 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: gill-bates, 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 16 ==================================================================== (C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) ==================================================================== Her lips were red underneath the black makeup, and though she was pale, her cheeks had regained colour with the simple act of removing the dark rouge. Her face looked soft and delicate, that of a child. Given longer, less severe hair, and the removal of the piercings, and a more colourful wardrobe, the girl could have been pretty. She stood again, shivering, but more controlled, at the end of the first aisle. He hopped down, his shoes slapping at the floor. She cringed for a moment, but didn't cover her nudity at his approach. "We need to gather some things." Kelly nodded, along for the ride. "Got any athletic bags?" She looked confused, but turned slowly and headed down the third aisle, her bare backside swinging. So unusual, being naked in a store -- he wondered if she was too scared to enjoy the experience at all. Probably. He picked a large blue backpack and handed it to her. She held the bag loosely by its top strap, dangling at her side almost like a briefcase. "Do you want me to put it on?" The thought of her wearing nothing but a backpack aroused him, but he shook his head. Too difficult to fill, and to play some of the games he had in mind. No, he wanted her completely nude for the remainder of this jaunt. She waited quietly for him to guide her to the next equipment. "You sell ropes and chains and padlocks, right?" She paled noticeably clamping her lips together. After a few minutes of her silence, he asked again, his voice taking on the tone of irritation. She started, and began to walk slowly towards the back of the store. "Why do you want ropes and chains?" she asked as she walked ahead. He didn't answer her, and he supposed that she was too frightened to ask again. She stopped in front of packages of rope, and rolls of chain. He pointed, and Kelly grabbed various lengths of rope and padlocks from the shelves, dropping them into the backpack. "Can you cut chain?" Kelly looked up sharply. She had knelt to organise the items in the bag. "Cut chain?" He handed her the bolt cutters that lay on the shelf. "I can shoot you before you can brain me with those things," he remarked conversationally. The girl looked sheepish and guilty, but he decided not to push her too much. He would be pushing her in a few minutes, anyway. He chose a few lengths of various chains, and had Kelly place three of them on the floor instead of in the bag. At last, he had the equipment that was important. She stood eyeing him warily, her hand resting on a roll of high gauge chain. It looked like it was capable of restraining an elephant. He approached her. She shrunk back, but didn't bolt. "Kelly, turn around." "Why?" He swallowed. He didn't want to spook her, but she had to know what was coming. "I need to test the ropes." "Test?" "Test them. On you." "You want to tie me up?" She'd paled again, her body trembling. He nodded. "Not particularly tight, but I doubt if you'll get free without me untying you." "No," she said in a quiet voice. He raised his eyebrows. "No. You've forced me to strip. Forced me to walk around naked in the store I work at. You've had your fun. I won't let you tie me up." The gunman leaned back against the chain display, the links rattling ominously. She regarded him, her entire body shaking. "Kelly?" She turned her eyes towards him. "Did you see the old man about to enter the store?" "Yes ..." "I can make you blow him. I can hurt you so badly that you'd beg to blow him, just to make it stop." Kelly paled. "There's a woman in your paint section that I'd love to see you have sex with." The naked girl began to shake. "And I've already spanked a woman for disobeying me." It was a lie, not the spanking part, but the reason, however Kelly wouldn't know that. The man advanced on the naked girl. Tears had sprouted from her eyes, threatening to overflow. The barrel of the gun touched her chin again, and Kelly recoiled. "Please. I. You could do anything to me if I let you tie me up. For God sakes I'm naked. Let me dress, and I'll let you tie me up. Okay?" Her eyes shone with hope for a moment, the thought of her clothing back on her body warming her. "Kelly, I need to make sure that the stuff I'm taking will knot against bare skin. Some ropes prickle, some ropes loosen." Her cheeks flushed. "Why?" she whispered. "Doesn't matter, Kelly." The man tapped her chest with the gun barrel. "I don't want to hurt you Kelly. I don't. I won't rape you while you are bound. I won't hurt you at all. That's more than I can say if you keep being uncooperative." She swallowed heavily, one lone tear escaping down her cheek. After staring at him for a moment, she turned around, presenting her smooth backside to him. He smiled. Gently, he pulled her wrists behind her, folding her arms, thrusting her breasts forward. She gasped, but didn't protest. He easily wrapped her arms together behind her. "Test them." He watched as she pulled against the ropes, her arms securely trapped behind her. She slowly turned. Her cheeks flushed crimson. "Satisfied? Will you untie me now?" He laughed gently. "No, Kelly. We have more shopping to do." "I can't ..." He knelt at her feet. At the movement, she backed away, her bare feet sliding across the tile. "Kelly, I'm going to hobble you. It won't hurt." "Hobble me? What the hell is that?" He picked up the chains that she'd laid on the floor a little earlier, grabbing two small padlocks from the shelf above and ripping them from their packaging. He unlocked them and slipped the keys into his pocket. "I'm going to fasten your ankles together with this chain, loosely so you can still walk." "Like hell, you are." "Kelly, I don't want to play with the gun again. It's dangerous and I don't want to shoot you." She considered for a moment, then stepped forward. "You don't have to tie me up, you know. I'll do whatever you want. I have already, haven't I?" The skin of her calf and ankles was soft and nearly took his breath away. But within minutes, he'd locked a loop of chain around each ankle, and a short length between then, holding them together but allowing her enough motion to take small steps. He touched the ring encircling her second toe. She stiffened at the touch, but didn't back away. He rose to his feet. Tears rolled down her face, and she pulled futilely against the ropes holding her arms. He gently wiped the tears from her cheek. She looked at him accusingly. "It's just for a while, Kelly. I promise. Just a few more items, and one more store." Her resolve broke. Perhaps it had been the mention of another store, perhaps it was merely the restraints holding her vulnerable and helpless in front of him. "Help! Someone! Help! Help! Help! Please!" He let her scream for a while until she looked like she might collapse. He moved closer. With the hobble and her arms bound, she might fall and really hurt herself. She wasn't used to being bound yet. "Help," she whispered. He wiped at the tears again, his fingers coated in salty moisture by the time she finished. At last, she stood there, breath hitching in her chest. "Why me? You said I wasn't even your type." "You were female, and you were there," he explained patiently. "Are you going to hurt me? Punish me? For screaming?" He shook his head. "I can't blame you. I'm surprised that you didn't do it sooner." She looked down, past her bare breasts, towards the floor. "I'm sorry. I ..." "Panicked. Understandable. You're naked, a strange bastard is waving a gun in your face, and he tied you up. I'd scream, too." She looked up, almost gratefully. "What now?" "There's a few more things to pick up, and then I let you go." "You'll untie me?" "No, Kelly, I'll let you go." He turned the girl around with gentle pressure on her shoulders. She stumbled, unused to her ankles being restricted, but she managed. "You'll release me." "As if it never happened." He pressed the top strap into her bound fingers behind her back. The weight of the bag caught her off guard, and she stumbled again adjusting to it. She didn't protest. "Ready?" She nodded. He watched from behind as her head bobbed slowly. "Take small steps." She began to walk with baby steps down the tile. He watched as she struggled slowly, five steps to every one of his. She didn't complain, but winced every time her steps grew too wide and the chain bit into her skin. -----BEGIN PGP SIGNATURE----- Version: 2.6.3ia Charset: noconv iQEVAwUBPkgK+kxM3srBk85hAQHDsQgAqtxYBCb5aT7cYnMnkAr77c+IUZdAiM0i eQXrIik5hH8oRXVxwETveJZkq83Nq5loha1cdPImFP8fZD2h2abmhP9WO/7MIIlS F2xGRzfMWM9zhUJUOTQ7h7X+eF/9XJCA/Gsin0YUq9NYqF6ZUo6uE4MiLLsV/8Wi q38PkUU9M/0XdrqcNWsKT3cbPtTsJmO8wJ43470fhwO7/Ye9MRqLQGnwcTN5EMMT m6Ohvscg3gsW1LSbNx4wOy80I5KxvGVEEMfC2FgCHuFsP0qJ6aXLlUpvD34gbFja 374lJQVIJUFt2bNn1NA9BEFOOVC8fnDZlIJ2KjN7SXTCb6N9kuJYyw== =yVi7 -----END PGP SIGNATURE----- -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+