Message-ID: <41060asstr$1046221802@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20030225211443.6426.qmail@nym.alias.net> From: Crimson Dragon X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 25 Feb 2003 21:14:43 -0000 Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [027/157] (MF+, bond, control) {Crimson Dragon} Date: Tue, 25 Feb 2003 20:10:02 -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: newsman, 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 27 ==================================================================== (C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) ==================================================================== The word felt obscene in her mouth. She had promised herself that she'd never use it. Never. But she did. She had nothing else with which to get his attention. "Sir?" He turned slowly, ignoring the mindlessly begging girl tied to the tree behind him. "If you take those damn things off her breasts, I'll," and the words stuck in her throat, because she really meant them, "I'll strip and crawl for you. I'll suck you, and I'll fuck you silly. Whatever it takes. You can spank me, instead. If you have to, you can burn me. Let her go. Please." He glanced at Karen, satisfied that the heaters of the smokes wouldn't reach the naked girl for a few minutes. She called as he turned to go. "Please. Take them off, please. Don't leave me like this ..." He ignored Karen and walked across to Kate. He touched her hair, smoothed it behind her ear. Kate flinched, but resisted the urge to back to the length of the chain around her throat. "I'll stay with you," she whispered. "That's what you want, isn't it? For me to stay with you. Karen is beautiful, I know that, but it's me you want." She hoped that she wasn't mistaken, wasn't way out over a limb cutting her way through it like Sylvester the cat. He hesitated, thinking. "Damn you, decide," Kate hissed. "Those fucking things are going to burn her." She paused for a moment, unsure of herself, but then whispered harshly. "And if they do, I'll hate you forever. I swear. Don't you have any fucking compassion in there? Don't you realise how that is going to hurt her?" She had no idea if he cared. Probably didn't. "You'll strip for me? Is that what you are offering? You'll strip if I want you to." Kate had seen what had happened to Karen, the gun against her kneecap. She would strip, and quicker than Karen had. "Please," Kate implored. She pulled at her bound wrists again, the chain unyielding. Her vagina clenched, and she tried to ignore the sensations. "If she's willing, and I suspect she is, will you have sex with her?" "Who? Karen?" He nodded. "Anything. I told you that already." He nodded, and turned away from her. Kate's breath whooshed from between her lips. She closed her eyes. (What the hell have I gotten myself into?) She opened them again. Karen screamed as he ripped the duct tape from her breasts, the cigarettes tumbling harmlessly to the ground to smoulder in the grass at her bare feet. He reached forward and ground them out with the toe of his running shoe. Karen slumped, if the ropes hadn't been holding her up, she would have collapsed in an undignified heap. Ignoring Karen, he walked back to Kate until he stood in front of her. "You are a bastard," she whispered. He nodded slowly. "I know." "Why?" He shrugged. The words tasted stale in her mouth, but she voiced them anyway. "Thank-you," she whispered. He smiled. "Don't thank me yet." Kate shivered, felt faint, but she managed to stay upright. If her knees buckled, the chain around her throat would strangle her. She watched as he walked back towards the smoking area, to stand in front of Darren. (Darren, why did you have to cheat? Karen wouldn't be tied naked to that tree if you had only thought with your head.) Or maybe not. He jammed the gun into Darren's side, so when he woke from the timeless slumber, he could feel the pressure immediately. The girl that had been kissing him, was no longer there, instead, the cold steel of the barrel of a gun pressed into his side. "What the fuck?" he exclaimed, instinctually moving away from his puckered lip position. His eyes took in the gun, the girls, and the weird state of the world far quicker than the girls had. "Who the fuck are you?" "A really nasty bastard that won't hesitate to shoot the fuck out of you, you cheating prick." The words had their desired effect, and the boy backed up another step until he collided with a girl frozen for eternity. "What have you done to her?" His eyes were glued to the naked girl tied and unconscious to the tree. "Is she dead?" he whispered. The gunman didn't answer, but kicked a pair of handcuffs towards Darren. "Put them on." "Like fuck I will." "I believe you know, Kate, right?" His eyes swivelled towards the chained, but still clothed, girl. He nodded slowly. Kate spoke, her voice resigned. "Darren, listen to him. If he wants you in the handcuffs, he'll get what he wants. He'll tape those things to her breasts, and you'll do whatever he wants. Please." And after Darren continued to hesitate. "Please Darren, he'll hurt us. Not you. Me and Karen. Okay? Please just put them on." Darren turned to the girl, his chest puffing out. "You hate me. Why should I listen to you?" The gunman hung back, his gun not wavering from the boy, but not rushing things. Kate sighed. "I don't hate you, Darren. Disappointed, yes, but I never loved you. You didn't hurt me. Not as bad as that guy with the gun will if you don't listen to me." She paused. "He taped fucking cigarettes to Karen's tits. Do you want to watch that shit?" She hoped her vulgarity would rattle him. The words tasted like raw lemons in her mouth, but she forced herself to continue. "Don't you get it? He won't kill us. But he'll hurt us. He won't hurt you. He'll hurt us, to make you do what he wants. Just put the damn things on." She rattled her own wrists. "I did. I'm still alive." He flashed her a look of distrust, but bent to pick up the flashing chrome. Something in Darren's demeanour didn't click. Kate couldn't put her finger on it, wasn't quite sure. Something about the way he was looking at her, looked at Karen. "Is Karen dead?" Darren asked quietly. His eyes kept glancing towards the bound naked girl, taking in her nudity, her vulnerability. Kate's stomach turned. He was turned on by it. A girl could tell. Kate shook her head, the red hair shaking loose from her ear. She wished that she could tuck it back. "She passed out. From fright. I think." Darren closed the cuff around his left wrist. "Enough talking," the gunman spoke quietly. Darren twisted, almost ready to snap the other cuff closed. The gunman pushed the gun into his ribs and walked him towards Kate. Kate shrunk back as far as her chain would let her. "Around the conduit." Darren obeyed reluctantly, stretching up his left hand until he could close the other cuff around the metal. Soon, he was leashed as securely as Kate. His eyes left the gunman and watched Kate, who shifted uncertainly under Darren's gaze. The gunman approached Kate, and carefully unlocked the padlock from around her throat. The weight of the chain slid the loop from her shoulders. The chain swung back and clanked against the wall, bounced, and clanked again. The gun remained trained on Darren who watched warily. Relief flooded into Kate, as she felt him fumble near her wrists, pressing a key into the right handcuff. With a sigh, it released and she brought her hands in front of her for the first time since the encounter at the front of the school. She rubbed at her right wrist, the other half of the handcuffs swinging crazily from her left wrist. "Wrist." She held out her left arm, and shivered as the handcuff was removed from her body. He slipped the key back into his jeans. Kate glanced over at Karen. The other girl moaned, but hadn't quite revived. She wanted to run over, check on Karen. She looked over at the gunman. "You can go after you've cuffed his other hand." He touched her shoulder and pressed the handcuffs, which were still warm from her wrists, into her hand. "Why?" "You don't need to know." That probably meant that she wouldn't like the answer. Of that she was sure. He waved the gun, and she stepped forward. Darren held his right hand behind his back. "He'll kill her," Kate whispered. Darren paled, but the directness of her hiss convinced him. He let her wrap the handcuff around his right hand. As she reached up to connect his other hand to the conduit, he pounced, his hand beginning to grip her throat. She choked, and he loosened his grip a touch so she could breathe. Kate could feel her face beginning to redden. (What the hell????) She cried out. The gunman turned his attention back from Karen to the scene in front of him. The handcuff swung back and forth from Darren's right wrist, grazing the tops of Kate's breasts. "I'll kill her. You want her alive, don't you? To play with?" "You don't want to do this, Darren," the man said coolly. The gun was trained at Darren's head. Darren was using Kate as a shield, but at this range, not a very effective one. "Darren, you fucking moron," Kate croaked. "Let me go." "You'd rather be with him?" She couldn't shake her head without choking herself, so she swallowed as best she could. "I don't have a choice and neither do you." The gunman spoke carefully. "I could shoot you in the head, well before you kill her. You'd hurt her, but that would be about all." "Like you hurt Karen?" The gunman considered that. "I could help you," Darren spoke quietly. His hand flexed on her throat. The handcuff swung crazily against her chest. "Help me? I don't need help." The gun trained between Darren's eyes. "Help you hurt them. I would," Darren's breathing was low. Christ, she'd been right. He had been turned on by the sight of them, especially Karen, naked and tied to that tree. (Please, I'd rather be splattered with blood and brain, than to have Darren help. Oh, God.) The gunman smiled, and lowered the gun. (No. No. No.) Her windpipe felt like a big cement block had been lowered onto it. She choked, tried to twist away. And suddenly she could breathe. His hand slid away from her throat, and down her front. She again tried to twist, but he held her, threatening to choke her again. (Why didn't he shoot him. Please.) His fingers found her nipple, it was betraying her, erect despite her fear. He twisted and squeezed it harshly through her shirt and bra. Kate cried out in pain, her hands rising to grip Darren's arm, unable to budge it, dimly aware that Karen had awakened and was screaming from the other side of the pavement. (Please no.) Her vagina clenched again, she could feel moisture down there. Her twisted nipple sent signals of pain deep into her brain. Kate's voice began to add to the scream begun by Karen. (Please no.) The report of the gun brought her head up sharply. She could feel the whisper of air as the bullet passed her cheek. Darren screamed, and his fingers released her, throat, body and breast. Instinctually, she twisted to the left and fell, scraping her elbow a little on the pavement. Her shirt tore at the elbow. Small chunks of reddish brick and grey mortar rained down on her from above. She was dimly aware of her own voice, screaming. (Please no. Why, Darren? 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