Message-ID: <41041asstr$1046128204@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20030224181945.31798.qmail@nym.alias.net> From: Crimson Dragon X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 24 Feb 2003 18:19:45 -0000 Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [026/157] (MF+, bond, control) {Crimson Dragon} Date: Mon, 24 Feb 2003 18:10:04 -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: RuiJorge, dennyw -----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 26 ==================================================================== (C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) ==================================================================== "You like him so much, maybe you'd like to fuck him for me." "Please, no. I. I don't even like him." The man was silent for a moment. She remained on her hands and knees, her nose only millimetres from Darren's frozen crotch. Her tears fell to disappear against his high tops. "Please let me go," Kate whispered. He crouched beside her, his voice carrying easily to where Kate stood chained to the wall. "I'll give you a choice, Karen." She nodded, twisting her head away from Darren. "Anything." "You can give Darren, here, the ride of his life, or," and he paused. Karen held her breath. "You can be spanked." "Why?" she asked simply. "Why me?" Kate knew why. Because the bastard wanted it this way and he could. He could strip her, could walk her like a dog, could make her bark like a dog, could make her have sex with Darren, could make her have sex with him. She was his, to do with as he pleased. "Choose." Karen trembled, torn. Kate sympathised. If she'd been in that position, she didn't know what she'd do. The sex would be far more comfortable than a spanking, she thought. Especially a spanking without her clothes. But it was Darren. "Spank me, then," Karen said dully. "Sure?" "Please don't ask me that." He nodded and lifted her head again by her hair. "You don't have to make me crawl. It hurts," Karen whispered. "I know," and he seemed to actually enjoy her discomfort. She followed him as best she could, knees and palms scraping against the pavement. She sighed as she was led to the edge of the field where the pavement met grass. "Up." Karen shivered, but slowly got to her bare feet. "Please don't do this to me," she begged. He laughed, and pushed her shoulder. She stumbled, but didn't fall. He guided her to a birch tree, urging her to place her back against it. Soon, he had her unresisting body bound to the tree, hands captured behind her, and the trunk. She squirmed against the ropes, but didn't complain. He left her like that, and knelt by Kate's feet rummaging in the backpack. "You don't have to hurt her," Kate spoke quietly, hoping that her voice wouldn't carry to the other side of the pavement. Karen probably couldn't hear her anyway, her sobs were beginning again. "I thought I told you to keep quiet, Kate." "You did." "Do *you* want to be tied to a birch tree, waiting to be spanked?" Kate shook her head. He bent back to the backpack, pulling some further lengths of rope from it and some tape. "I'll have sex with you, if you stop this," Kate said. She was risking his wrath, but she had to try, dammit. He straightened, his eyes boring into Kate's. She flinched. "She broke you and Darren up, though I don't see what you ever saw in him. What do you care?" Kate sighed, pulling at her own bondage. She couldn't do anything with her wrists behind her, and a chain around her neck. "I care," she said simply. "You don't have to do this. Let her go. Let me go. Please." He pulled a pair of handcuffs from the pack, and swung them around his finger. He gave Kate a strange look, and then walked back towards Darren, Karen's discarded clothes littered around his frozen feet. He bent near Karen's skirt, rummaging through it, finally rising with whatever he'd found there. Darren stared back unseeing when the gunman approached him. Sighing, he returned to Karen. "Please, let me go. I'll ..." She gasped as he knelt and secured her bare ankles to the tree. She pulled half-heartedly at the new bonds, but she wasn't moving from the tree until he untied her. Slowly, he began to wrap her breasts with rope, long loops around the base of her breasts, tightening as he went. "Please, that hurts," she whimpered as the ropes passed around her body, around the tree. "What are you doing?" He stepped back to inspect his handiwork. Her breasts stretched tight by the pressure, jutted from her body, nipples flat. He traced her right nipple with his finger, making her wince. "Please, no. Don't touch me." He smiled and withdrew. She moaned, pulling at her bound wrists. Her body shook a little, but she failed to loosen any of her bonds. "Please, you don't have to do this." "No?" "No. I'll crawl for you. I'll have sex with him." "Who? Darren?" She nodded, tears beginning to form again. "You might anyway." "Oh, God." "How about Kate? Would you have sex with her?" Karen's eye widened at that, and she shook her head. Kate's breath caught in her throat, but she kept her mouth closed as she'd been told. (No. No. No. Not with Karen. Please.) "Please untie me. I'll stand still for whatever you want to do." "You can't." She sighed. "What are you going to do?" "Spank you. Your choice." "Like this?" He nodded. "Oh, God," she murmured, probably realising that her backside was against the tree. That left ... "Oh my God, no," she looked up at him in horror. "Would you like Darren to see you like this?" She paled, somehow knowing that he was capable of letting Darren see her. "No," she said dully. He held up a small featureless box. Karen's eyes were drawn to it. "Would you like a smoke?" Kate thought that she could see the other girl shaking, the stress building in her nakedness and restraint, chemical release so close. Meekly, Karen nodded. Forgetting that she was tied up, she tried to reach for the pack. Carefully, the man shook two cigarette from the pack into his palm. She opened her mouth, and he set them both on her lips. She didn't ask why there were two, probably assumed that he was going to take one as well. His hand cupped the lighter, and soon the sweet stink of smoke wafted to tickle Kate's nose. She pulled against the handcuffs, and shifted her weight. He didn't take either of the smouldering sticks from her lips, but he did begin to rip off small patches of duct tape. Karen's eyes followed his movements, alarm not registering yet on her face. He touched one of the cigarette between her lips, and she willingly released it. He held it up in front of her eyes. "I don't like girls who smoke," he said. Her face paled, the momentary calm from the nicotine fleeing. She tried to twist away, couldn't budge. He slowly taped the filter of the smouldering cigarette to her left nipple. She tried to hold the second one between her lips, but to no avail. Soon, it stood taped to her right breast. Tears fell down her face. "Please, God." "He can't help you." She watched in horror as the sticks burned mercilessly towards her bare flesh. Twisting, she tried to dislodge them by bouncing, only succeeded in knocking the edge of the ash from them, crying out at the warmth kissed her on the way to the grass beneath her bound feet. Finally, she looked up at him, tears falling relentlessly down her cheeks. "Please don't do this to me." "You like cigarettes, it's only fair to let your breasts feel them, too." "Oh, God. No. I'll have sex with you, I'll have sex with Kate. I'll have sex with Darren. All of you. At the same time. Please. Don't burn me." He smiled, and it scared Kate, even from this distance. "Please." Karen glanced down towards her bound breasts. The heat was travelling down, inexorably. Ash fell as her chest rose and fell with her ragged breathing. "I'm going to let Darren spank you." "Anything, please take them off. Oh, God." He tilted her face up, her eyes locked with his. "I'm sorry. I don't deserve to be burned. Not like this. Whatever I did. Please." The cigarettes that she'd lit in her own mouth, uncaringly continued to do as they'd been designed to do. They burned. And Karen watched in mounting horror as they did. -----BEGIN PGP SIGNATURE----- Version: 2.6.3ia Charset: noconv iQEVAwUBPlph6ExM3srBk85hAQG/FAf/RKdjPVVopmWL25FQxtzTc7YOF26rtrOy ZQMFohTjy8c0gDz/z/5nDoZC7xppxMQNZqdGh9rNYCRGZz6/hObyRsgWeVm5lH9t uDpNxr8iXiq3yRAAbI4yV1sqVj1gusTK2/F5srWZB4/Te2UAi5lXf3Cq4hmaZ9qc 5SeCmiw22M9F1J69IWolHx9CAuWzNo7RhwNmspMKOnmeCSwHrjvW5n+UKmBvsnJn ZDyM6B/EcHDdKUKZgDTp8xRSfXzl2xUZWu3hMmMGEjrwKOgXDklxYxC9UjjMsmwN JefKtPtewbCzI8UPK62Sof4Wlxl+resXACxsQUH1jI7h+6NbctBZpg== =fLUJ -----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 | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+