Message-ID: <41219asstr$1047507005@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20030312183816.22765.qmail@nym.alias.net> From: Crimson Dragon X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 12 Mar 2003 18:38:16 -0000 Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [033/157] (MF+, bond, control) {Crimson Dragon} Date: Wed, 12 Mar 2003 17:10:05 -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: dennyw, 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 33 ==================================================================== (C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) ==================================================================== "Kate?" The feminine voice brought her head up again, and she willed back the tears. She was incredibly frustrated, and her body ached horribly, and she was pretty sure her hands had turned to ice below the ropes holding her wrists, but she didn't feel as badly as she thought she should. Kate had thought that Karen was still in a slower time bubble. Apparently, the Timeman had released the other girl before disappearing around the corner of the school. At least she wasn't alone. Maybe the Timeman wasn't completely a bastard. "I'm all right, Karen. I think." "Oh God, he hit you." "I know. But that isn't the problem." Karen was silent for a moment. "He touched you." Kate sighed. (That was the problem.) "I'm sorry he hit you," Karen said. "That's all right." "It's my fault," Karen said. Kate shook her head. Her hair danced around her face again. "Not your fault. He would have done it to me anyway." (Control.) "He's going to keep you, isn't he?" Karen didn't fully understand what was happening to her, but she understood enough, Kate thought. As much as she could, sitting nude and handcuffed to a tree. Kate looked back down. Her toes played with a blade of grass. At least he hadn't tied her ankles. (And I didn't kick him. Glory be. God knows what he would have done if I'd kicked him.) "I think so. I told him he could." Karen looked puzzled for a moment, then shifted her position. Kate idly wished that she could shift her position. Her breasts ached. The pain from the branch had faded to a pleasant glow, but the ropes were tight, and her breasts ached in their restraint. Her shoulders felt like a fire had been built under the skin. "You gave yourself up for me." Kate slowly shook her head. "I gave myself up for me," she said. Karen fell silent for a few minutes. Kate broke the quiet. Her eyes shifted to Darren, the snake, still standing stock still, hands cuffed to the conduit where she'd had to stand, chained by the throat. So long ago. Her clothes littered the asphalt at Darren's still feet, and the chain that had held her neck dangled silently beside Darren. (Thank God, the Timeman didn't wake up Darren, too. I couldn't take that.) (But I would, if I had to, I guess.) "Where did he go?" Kate asked. "The bastard?" "Darren is still chained to the wall." Karen looked up and gazed at the guy she had been kissing before all this started. "Yeah, I guess he is a bastard, too. The guy with the gun left around the corner. I don't know where he went." "Hmmmm." "I liked it, you know. You're pretty good." "What?" "Good." Kate regarded Karen. The naked girl was blushing on the grass, and with her hands behind her, she couldn't cover her features. Her knees were drawn up against her chest, obscuring her bare breasts. "Good?" "When you ... you know. When he made you ... lick me." Kate shook her head at that. "No really. I'm not a lesbian. Christ, at least I don't think so. He forced me to climax, threatened to hurt me if I didn't. But I've ... you know ... done myself ..." her voice trailed off. "Karen. I have too. Relax." After what they'd been through, Kate couldn't believe the girl was having trouble talking about masturbation. "You were better than that. And I liked it." "Thanks. I think." The silence became awkward, and Karen shifted again, the chain between her wrists jingling. Kate's clitoris continued to throb, but it was beginning to be a little less insistent. "Did it turn you on?" Karen asked. "What?" "Having ... sex ... with me?" "I don't want to talk about it." Karen slipped into silence again. "Did it?" "I think it was the whole situation." "I wouldn't if I weren't here, I know that, but if I wasn't tied to this tree, I swear I'd have sex with you right now." It took her a moment to raise her head and reply. A small smile broke onto her lips. She suspected her arousal was more obvious than she cared to admit, and it was driving her expression more than she cared for. She thought that she might just be turning into a guy. "I'd like that," Kate said simply. "He touched you." "Teased me." "He didn't ..." "No." Karen pursed her lips. "I'm sorry." "I'm not sure I wanted him to." (Yes I did. And my clit would scream it to the world if I let her.) Karen nodded slowly. "What are you going to do." Kate considered that for a moment. "Let him control me, I guess." The girls lapsed into silence after that. <---===***===---> "Where were you?" The Timeman shrugged without answering her. He'd emerged from the side of the school, walking quickly towards the bound girls. Kate had begun to wonder if the guy was going to leave them like this for hours, but she estimated he'd only been gone for ten minutes. Irrationally, she was glad to see him, and in another way, her belly filled with dread. Without a word, he began to release her from the tree, starting with her belly. Kate inhaled deeply as the rope fell from her body. "Please, my breasts." "You can do them, last." Kate sighed, knowing that arguing wouldn't do her any good. When he touched her hands, she cried out. "Whoops," he remarked as he fumbled with the knots, "those are a bit tight. I hadn't intended to leave you there that long." "I hadn't intended to be tied here this long either," she remarked dryly. She thought she saw him smile. The man who had whipped her bound breasts had retreated. This gunman was almost -- civil, beyond keeping her for the other one. She thought that in other circumstances he might actually be likeable. Her nipples and clitoris had stopped throbbing a while ago, though a dull heat continued to infuse her. At the thought of her captor touching her again, she had to will away another twinge. The ropes fell from her wrists, and he began to release her elbows. Before her elbows were free she screamed. "What?" he asked. "My hands," she whispered. Her hands felt like an army of ants had commenced biting her. Almost tenderly, he rubbed at them as she struggled against her own elbows to bring them in front of her. His touch sent agony up her arms, but she honestly didn't think he knew that. She bit her lip, and willed back tears of pain. After a few minutes, sensation returned, and the pins and needles fled. His rubbing became nothing more than a pleasant sensation. He must have sensed her relax, because he returned to the ropes encircling her elbows and quickly released her. As soon as her arms were free, Kate tried to take a tentative step away from her prison. Her knees rubberised, and she stumbled to the grass. She fell on her left side, her still bound breasts bouncing. "Ooof." "Kate!" Karen's voice floated from where she remained tied to her own tree. Kate struggled to her hands and knees. "I'm all right." The gunman was beside her, kneeling and looking at her concernedly. "I'm all right," Kate repeated in a whisper. "Can I take these damn things off, now?" She nodded towards her chest. He nodded, and then rose to walk towards Karen. Kate carefully lowered herself to her knees. Gingerly, she worked the bow free between her breasts, and laboriously and carefully unwound the rope from around her breasts. Each freed loop released more heaven into her chest. Soon, the rope lay tangled across her thighs, and her breasts had returned to their normal healthy pink. Only two slight welts remained. Her breasts tingled. Kate remained kneeling in the grass until Karen and her captor arrived. Karen knelt beside her without any hesitation. "Wrap up the ropes. We're almost done here." Quickly, the girls began to untangle and wrap the ropes in neat coils. Karen crawled through the grass to retrieve the ones that the gunman had dropped haphazard behind the birch, the ones that had held Kate's wrists and elbows. Kate looked at her fingers so easily wrapping the rope that had been her breasts' prison. So free. (That rope was around my breasts.) Her clitoris throbbed. (And he hit me.) Her nipples echoed her clitoris. (Please no. Not again.) She willed down the sensations, and tied off the coil neatly. Karen handed her the remaining ropes. She looked up, and rose when the man motioned them to do so. They walked in front of him, aware that he was probably watching them as they walked. The soft grass changed to harsher asphalt beneath her bare feet. With a sparkle of apprehension, Kate noted that they were walking towards Darren. (Not Darren. I went through all that for nothing?) "Put them in the bag." The blue knapsack stood by Darren's frozen feet. Kate knelt, the asphalt warm and pebbly beneath her bare knees. She unzipped the pack and slipped the ropes into the pack. There were other implements in the pack, but she couldn't quite see. A lot of handcuffs, and some chain were obvious. She re-zipped the pack. Irrationally, she watched Darren's feet as if one might come alive and lash out at her. She scrambled back to her feet. And suddenly he was alive, twisting in his bonds and cursing. "What the fuck? Fucking cock tease." He really did look uncomfortable. He stared at the naked girls in front of him, not so much with desire as in anger. Kate didn't really understand what he was angry about until she remembered; the gunman had forced her to give him a hand job through his jeans, and then abandon him. Despite her revulsion, she tried to stifle a smirk. She was frustrated, too, but his frustration almost seemed -- just. She could still feel his fingers on her nipple, twisting. Her clitoris gasped again, and she sighed. "Just what the fuck do you think you are smirking at, you fucking cock-teasing BITCH!" "Not much," Kate said quietly. "If he'd let me out of these fucking handcuffs, I'd fucking break every bone in your body. See how you scream then, fucking bitch." Kate smiled. "I've been through worse." "Huh?" "Tell him." The voice came from behind her. Kate looked over her shoulder, and he nodded. Amazing. She'd been afraid of being naked in front of this guy, and here she stood, naked, head up, and proud. Her voice issued from her throat easily, almost as if she were giving a speech for grading. "After I left you," she smirked again, and he growled, "he made me have sex with Karen. We were both tied." Darren's eyes widened, almost as if he'd was sorry to have missed the sight. Kate was sure that he was exceptionally disappointed. She blushed a little, and then continued. "He tied me to the tree instead, tied my breasts, and then wanted to burn me with cigarettes." Kate watched with amusement as Darren's fly began to rise, millimetre by millimetre. "He didn't, thank God, but he did whip me with a branch. It hurt, Darren. I hurt. I'm human, and it hurt. A lot. I cried, like you want to see, but I'm glad that you didn't. And then he felt me up, all right? He felt me up, like you will never feel me up. And I liked it." His fly was nearly throbbing at her description. She could sense Karen gaping at her, and Darren's eyes nearly popped out of his head. She wanted to spit at him, but didn't. Somehow, she suspected that her captor wouldn't approve. "You are such a fucking slut," Darren remarked. Tears sprang to Kate's eyes, but she managed to will them away. "At least I'm not a fucking self-serving snake." Darren turned his attention to Karen. He rocked his hips forward towards her, obscenely, and his voice began low rising to almost a scream at the end. "I'd rock your world. Burn you. Whip you. You FUCKING cock teasing CUNT." It didn't even look like she thought about it. Kate watched as Karen's bare foot rose easily, connecting between Darren's legs, dead centre. The air whooshed out of him, and he fell, hanging from the handcuffs. Kate felt a tap on her shoulder. She slowly turned from the gasping fish in front of her. Dimly, she was aware of a hoarse voice behind her. "Fucking bitch dropped my 'nads. Bitch. Bitch." The gunman wore a smile on his face, almost suppressing a laugh. "Not a very bright boy, I must admit," he laughed. "What the hell did you two see in that guy?" Kate shrugged, more embarrassed by her former mistakes than her nudity now. The gunman continued laughing. "Care to take a crack at him, too?" She'd suffered through a lot of pain herself, and didn't really want to inflict any. Karen looked a little sick after bringing her foot back from the kick, but she'd been provoked. Kate slowly shook her head. "Fucking cock-teasing whore! Don't have the balls to kick me! You're my fucking love slave!" She honestly wondered if Darren had broken under the strain. Or maybe he wanted it. She didn't even know him any more. Naked or not, she whirled, and mimicked Karen, her bare foot striking Darren in the balls. "Shut the fuck up, Darren," she hissed. Darren seemed to pass out after her foot dropped from between his legs. Tears sprung to her eyes, and she let them fall this time. 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