Message-ID: <41703asstr$1049767804@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20030407172557.26388.qmail@nym.alias.net> From: Crimson Dragon X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 7 Apr 2003 17:25:57 -0000 Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [051/157] (MF+, bond, control) {Crimson Dragon} Date: Mon, 7 Apr 2003 22:10:04 -0400 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, 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 51 ==================================================================== (C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) ==================================================================== Kate looked down, hung her head. "Karen, he deserved it." The gunman crouched in front of Karen. Incredibly, he laughed. He tilted the girl's face by her chin until she looked into his eyes. "I didn't kill him. I didn't kill anyone." "But. But. You were talking to him. He was swearing and kicking at you. I turned away, and he stopped screaming. I heard the gun." "He insulted you Karen, called you a bitch, and a whore, and a skunk, I think it was." "He didn't deserve to die," she whispered. A single tear fell from her eyes. Leigh didn't know what it was about, didn't know Darren, so she kept her mouth shut for now. "I slipped him into a slower time frame to shut him up. Some people don't learn." "But ..." "I know. He looked dead. But he wasn't. We could go back there, I could unfreeze him again, and you could convince yourself. But unless you want to hurt him, I wouldn't. He's not ... himself anymore." Kate sighed. "He probably did what he said he did, Karen. I was beginning to wonder if Darren cracked." "I pushed him too far," the gunman said quietly. "It happens. More so with guys." Leigh idly wondered what would happen if she were pushed too far. She heard her voice, as if it originated from a mile away. "What if we get pushed too far?" He smiled, leaned back in the grass. "Darren was weak. You aren't. But I'll know if I push you too hard. We'll fix it." Leigh was far from convinced, but she held her tongue. He held up something bright and shiny. The blade glittered in the sunlight. One side was wickedly serrated, the other looked sharp enough to cut out the side of a tank. Kate's eyes widened. Leigh couldn't take her eyes off the knife. "Wh-where?" Kate stammered. Instead of answering her, he shuffled forward to Karen. Karen retreated, but her hands impeded her. Finally, she knelt quietly, trying to control her breathing. "It's a Bowie knife. And a beauty." He sounded like a child at Christmas. The Rocky Horror Picture Christmas. He held it up in front of Karen's eyes. She flinched as mottled sunlight reflected from the blade tracked across her face. She blinked when a particularly bright spot crossed her eye. "Please," she whispered. Her eyes had begun to fall into that place where Janice had fallen. Slowly, carefully, he scraped the blade down her left breast, stopping just above the nipple. "Don't move," he advised the girl. She wasn't breathing as far as Leigh could tell. He rested the blade against her skin for a few minutes, and then pulled it away -- straight up, to avoid cutting the girl's skin. Karen slumped, her breath rasping in quiet relief from her throat. Ignoring the girl, he showed Leigh. "Please. You don't need to do that again," she whispered. Knives frightened her as much as guns did. He slipped the blade into a scabbard, and threw it towards the blue pack. "Darren had it, told me where it was. Wanted me to cut off your tits," he remarked to Kate. Kate paled noticeably. "Sick fuck." Leigh wondered idly what one called a clothed man, terrorising three bound and naked girls, tracing knives down their bare skin, just to make a point. Karen had regained her knees, her eyes frightened and wide. "You didn't have to do that again," she whispered. He smiled. Kate asked the obvious question. "Again?" Karen sighed, her heart calming after the scare. "He made me stand in front of Darren, while the asshole begged him to cut me with it. He dragged that damn thing down my breast, but on the other side. If I breathed it would have cut me. Oh God." "You did that?" Kate asked the gunman. He nodded, though he looked a little ashamed. "Are you all right?" "He cut Darren instead." "What?" "Just nicked his hand. He cried like a baby." Leigh was beginning to understand why Darren, whoever he was, had gone a little crazy. She felt like she was going crazy. But while knives frightened her, she wouldn't ask anyone to cut anyone else. No matter how crazy she became. For some reason, the fact that the gunman hadn't really hurt Karen, hadn't cut her, made a difference. Even if he scared the girl witless, he never had cut her. Somehow, Leigh knew that Darren -- he would have. "It might come in useful," the man remarked before climbing to his feet. Quickly, he moved around the trees and unlocked the girls, but re-locked their hands behind them, like Karen, as soon as they moved from their trees. They were free of the trees, but still restricted. He led them, all three, naked and bound, towards the front of the school. -----BEGIN PGP SIGNATURE----- Version: 2.6.3ia Charset: noconv iQEVAwUBPpG0dExM3srBk85hAQHl4Qf/YsTfCsq1D4gOkqM/mk5jcdLlz97cofnC w79d9Us8toXW9QxnAtoz8cmQrO96/D6hFrHX+T0rAmD89FzM6P5sgDpg/TDaGiOq D8w04Dp2BJrTDbXg5WCpQkZB8xaZ7SAss4nI8u63HNua+/KWYCn7d1nV70BADn6E EBzqR4U836pkqNtfmDLXLIllaD16Z95+mt6vI+7CabNaVHScjvLS3iDS7eiPesYH pYGLPJ9rnptpsy8i3F5iqDm9EN2TioFeYEAJuAoC5GvH8N+KYDWCMb6xSOdOo906 xT0ryI/6pfLbMpOTLPqx+hZV8XH4JYvbhE79iLpbvyxoKbzOpHyckA== =zmj7 -----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 | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+