Message-ID: <41017asstr$1045897802@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20030221191522.21584.qmail@nym.alias.net> From: Crimson Dragon X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 21 Feb 2003 19:15:22 -0000 Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [025/157] (MF+, bond, control) {Crimson Dragon} Date: Sat, 22 Feb 2003 02:10:02 -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: hecate, gill-bates -----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 25 ==================================================================== (C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) ==================================================================== When he returned, Kate had managed to stop her tears. Her cheeks were still damp from them, her eyes probably red, but she didn't care. In these types of situations, girls were allowed to cry a little. His fingers traced along the links of the chain encircling her throat, occasionally caressing the bare skin beneath. "How long are we going to be here," she asked, trying to ignore the sensations his fingers caused. It wasn't sexual, not for her at least, but more distracting, strange; a stranger's finger tracing along the chain that held her to this tiny corner of a stopped world. "Which one is she?" he asked. Bewildered, Kate glanced around her, past the tall man whose finger was still tracing her throat. "Who?" "Karen, silly girl." With her situation weighing on her shoulders, she had almost forgotten about Karen, and of course, Darren. She hadn't seen them when they'd rounded the corner, and then his hand had been in her hair, forcing her to accept the chain leash. Then, she'd been crying. Kate looked more closely, her eyes travelling over the frozen people surrounded by their smoke. "I don't see her." The man stepped away from her, his finger leaving her confinement. Her eyes scanned the smoking area again. There. On the far side. A flash of blonde hair, a petite, well-proportioned girl, a smouldering cigarette between two fingers, frozen in time. Kate's breath caught in her throat, a startled gasp issuing from her lips. Karen was kissing Darren, her free arm swung around his neck, reaching for him, up on her toes. (She'd promised. Dammit, Karen.) But Kate didn't say anything, not to her captor. Everything was different, now, wasn't it? A pang of jealously raced through her, but only for a moment. She didn't care. (Yes, I do.) She didn't care. He followed her gaze silently, and whistled low. "She's a looker, ain't she?" the man said. "What are you going to do?" "Who's that she's playing tonsil hockey with?" Kate shrugged. The chain jingled against the pit of her throat, the padlock a weight there. "Darren," Kate said dully. It hurt, but even if the world hadn't been stopped, and she wasn't handcuffed, and wasn't chained to the wall, she'd survive. "Oh." Kate lapsed into silence, averting her eyes from the scene. Karen was turned away from her, though her frame was unmistakable; but that was why Kate hadn't immediately seen her friend. Darren's face was obscured by Karen's head. "I don't love him," Kate said, though she wasn't sure she believed it herself. If she didn't, then why did her heart hurt? Hmmmm? (Lust?) She shook her head. No, she didn't love him, of that she was sure. It was simply a shock seeing it, her and him, again. "Kate?" The man spoke quietly to her. "I don't want you to say anything, no matter what happens. Okay?" Kate nodded slowly, not understanding, but knowing that to speak would probably bring her pain. The tall man walked away from Kate without another word. Kate lowered her eyes, watching the blackness of the asphalt. <---===***===---> A startled scream brought Kate's eyes up. "God. Fuck. Oh my God." Karen, suddenly animated, danced away from Darren, who remained frozen, lips pursed, and eyes glazed. Karen's feet stumbled until she sat down heavily. Tears sprouted from her eyes as the shock of hitting the concrete transmitted up her spine. "What the fuck?" she swore. She brought the cigarette to her lips, and inhaled deeply. She remained faced away from Kate, and the Timeman. "Darren?" she called, and then louder. "Darren?" She whirled, twisting at the hips, looking for an explanation. The statues around her didn't much care about her confusion. Kate could smell the faint sweetness of the smoke, now that it had been allowed to burn. As she'd been told, she kept her voice to herself. "Kate? Oh my God, Kate, what the hell ...?" Karen rose, pushing desperately up from the asphalt, dodged a teacher and stopped short as the Timeman stepped in front of her. She screamed, but stopped as her eyes found the gun. Deliberately, he pressed the gun into her chest, resting between her breasts. She wore a tight sweater that hugged her, the gun dimpling it like a ripple on a pond. "Kate?" Kate swallowed heavily, and risked it. She didn't know if the gunman would punish her, but she had to try. "Karen? Do what he says. Please." The gunman glanced back, and Kate snapped her mouth shut, cutting off any other words of advice. "What the fuck have you done to her?" Karen demanded, but she was shaking, aware of the gun pressing into her skin. "Let her go." "What have I done to her? Anything I please," the man said evenly. Then he added, in a quiet voice. "The same as I'll do to you." Karen's face paled. "What do you want?" At this he smiled. "I want you to lose those clothes." Kate nearly cried out, called to the man, but then kept her tongue. Anything she could say would only make things worse, she was sure. She'd been told to keep quiet, and judging by her captor's demeanour with Karen, now wasn't the time to say anything. If he wanted Karen to strip, she was probably going to have to strip. Karen trembled for a second, and stepped back away from the gun. The man let her. "Never," Karen whispered. Without hesitation, he squeezed off a bullet. It hit the asphalt beside her left foot, whining off and careening into the distance. Fragments of asphalt sprayed Karen's lower legs. Both girls screamed at the sudden report, Kate sure that Karen would fall where she stood. "Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God," Kate whispered, averting her eyes. "The next one will be into your right knee. If you still are in your clothes, then the next one will be in your left elbow. At that point, you probably won't be very attractive, and I'll probably leave you to die," he snarled at the blonde girl. Kate looked up sharply. Karen was alive, and hadn't been hit, though the other girl was deathly pale. "Please," the blonde whispered. "I don't want to die." "Then I would suggest," the man said slowly and with obvious threat, "that you do what you are told." "Please, Karen. Christ," Kate said, her voice carrying across the smoking area easily in the silence of the world. The sound of the gun hadn't echoed, at all. "Just take off your clothes for him." Trembling, Karen's fingers rose and grasped the hem of her sweater. "Please?" The gunman's gaze didn't waver from her eyes, the gun never wavered from her heart. "Oh, God." Her fingers yanked the woollen garment over her head. It fluttered to the ground at her feet, lying there like a discarded crimson rag. Karen glanced at the gun, its barrel still smoking. Karen hesitated, her fingers hooked into her pleated skirt. "Please?" "I don't want to shoot you Karen, but I will." Kate, still bound to the conduit, prayed. She was sure that he would shoot Karen, blood spurting uncaringly from the girl's knee. As if to punctuate her thought, the gunman slowly lowered the gun until it aimed at the girl's right kneecap, visible below the skirt's high hem. "Please, no. I'm doing it." Her fingers pushed at the fabric. It caught, and she stifled a sob. "She'll strip. Give her time," Kate said carefully. The gunman shot her another glance of warning, and Kate shut up, fear coursing through her veins. The skirt pooled around the girl's ankles and with a short sob, she stepped out of it, leaving it beside her sweater. She shivered a little in the open air. "Bra and panties, too." Karen shook her head, but her fingers reached up behind her and released the clasps of her brassiere. She was fully crying now, her entire body shaking in fear and distress. The gunman didn't take pity on her. After her bra touched the ground, the frightened girl pushed her simple briefs to the ground. She stepped out of them. "Shoes and socks." "Outside?" "You're naked, now. What's the point in having footwear?" Karen didn't even hesitate, but pushed her runners off with her toes, and then reached down, lifting one leg then the other to pull off her white socks with her fingers. At last, she stood, one arm across her breasts, the other shielding her pubic region, barefoot and trembling. With an obvious effort, Karen quelled her tears. He let her shield her body, surprising Kate. In fact, Kate had fully expected him to throw her to the ground, forcing himself on her friend before she could even remove her shoes. With that damn chain around her neck, Kate couldn't have done anything but watch, either. Instead, he gazed at the naked girl, eyes on her face, not her nipples. Karen and Kate had never had gym class together, nor been at a sleepover together. Kate had never seen Karen naked. She had as firm a body as any of her friends. Kate measured herself, in her imagination, then forced herself to stop. Karen stood shivering in front of the man, now. "Down," he ordered. Karen looked at him, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please. I don't know ..." "All fours. Like a dog." Slowly, Karen obeyed, sinking to her knees and then rocking forward until her hands pressed against the hard asphalt. Kate forced the image of herself, doing the exact same thing from her mind. Karen's blonde hair fell to obscure her face, breasts hanging beneath her. Kate felt another pulse through her clitoris as she gazed at her now naked friend, but forced it back. "Do you always break your promises?" the man asked. Karen raised her head, looking up awkwardly at her tormentor. "Please, I'll do whatever you want," she said. "Promises?" "I don't understand. Please, don't do this." He crouched, grabbing the girl's hair in his fist and gently pulling it back until she stared into his eyes. The gun remained in his right hand. He stroked her cheek with it. "You told Kate over there that you wouldn't see," and he almost spat the word into Karen's face, "HIM, anymore. And yet, here you are, kissing him." "Please, I ..." The man was silent as Karen gasped at the pain in her scalp. "What are you doing with Kate. Leave her alone." "I think you should be far more concerned for yourself, little girl." Karen paled. "Please. Let me dress. I'll do anything you want. Do you want to tie me up? Like her?" Karen understood, instinctually, what this man wanted. "Oh, don't worry, you'll be tied up soon." The man stood, and kicked at Karen's discarded clothing, scattering it. Karen lowered her head, her body shaking. He wound his hand back into the girl's hair, and tugged. 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