Message-ID: <41868asstr$1050369007@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20030414171859.15701.qmail@nym.alias.net> From: Crimson Dragon X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 14 Apr 2003 17:18:59 -0000 Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [056/157] (MF+, bond, control) {Crimson Dragon} Date: Mon, 14 Apr 2003 21:10:07 -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, RuiJorge -----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 56 ==================================================================== (C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) ==================================================================== "I won't do this," Lisa whispered after he'd returned. He smiled. "The girl that kisses the toes of Leigh or Kate first, I'll release. The rest get to stay in the ropes until I choose to let them go." "I won't play this sick game," Lisa spoke a little louder. "I'd rather stay tied here forever." Echoes of agreement filtered through the tied girls on the floor. Leigh pulled at her handcuffs. She wasn't going anywhere either. And the pain in her arms had peaked. It was possible that whatever muscles had been protesting had simply given up, but Leigh was far more concerned about nerve damage. If anything, the pain in her arms was retreating. Her arms still hurt, but it wasn't getting worse. She didn't know whether to be thankful, or frightened. The gunman stepped over Lisa and silently bent to his pack. The girls watched him warily. He returned with the crop. He struck the air with it, the tip whistling nastily through the still currents of atmosphere in the gym. Every female bound and naked turned her eyes towards the sharp sound. (Oh God, no.) Leigh shivered when she saw it, remembering the instant pain that had occurred when she had tapped herself in the thigh to test it. She remembered the squirming that Janice and Miss Chambers had suffered under it. And she had wielded it lightly. Her clitoris pulsed at the memory. (Not now. Not now.) Her arousal peaked up another notch. The pain in her arms, and the thought that she, and the others might feel that crop, plugged into her desires, and while she fought it, it didn't really work. Even watching him hit the other naked and helpless girls was going to torture her. (Fuck.) (And that, too.) "I thought that might be the case." Leigh was sure that he was speaking from experience. She wondered if he had staged a similar game as this before. He was speaking to Lisa. "And so, if I think you aren't trying hard enough, and at regular intervals, I'm going to use this, on you and your friends. It hurts, let me assure you. But I won't use it on the offender. If you stop moving towards Kate, whether it is because you hurt, or you are tired, or have a cramp, I'm going to hit Tracy with this, or Kate, or Leigh, or Karen, or Tyler, or someone in the stands at random. Whoever I like. But not you. Until you move again. Is that clear?" Lisa closed her eyes, her heart sinking in her chest. Her breasts pressed painfully into the floor, her arms burned with the ropes. He was going to torture someone else for her resistance. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair. He *knew* what to do. The bastard. Lisa spoke into the floor, resigned. "I'll try." "Good girl." It sounded like a compliment for a pet. <---===***===---> A sharp stripe of pain burned through the soles of her upturned bare feet. She jumped, and screamed. "What the fuck was that for?" Her feet felt like they'd been kissed by a red hot poker. "That was a light one," he said quietly in her ear. "That is what this feels like, what you'll inflict on someone else if you stop. Understand?" Lisa grit her teeth, trying to stop the tears of pain. She nodded. She understood. Couldn't help but understand. Six screams, and six explanations followed. He sat in front of Lisa, brushing her bangs from her eyes. "Are you ready?" "No. If I'd known you were going to do this, I wouldn't have let you strip me, or tie me up." "I know. Are you ready?" "Fucking bastard." He smiled and raised the crop. She closed her eyes, expecting the pain. But it didn't come. "Go," he whispered. He got to his feet, and walked towards the change room wall. Lisa groaned, and focused her eyes on the pair of bare feet, tied about three metres from her nose. Kate's feet. Kate's toes. They were watching her, unable to help themselves, tied high in the bleachers. Her clothed team-mates. (Oh God.) She arched, straining against her restraints. Her breasts rose from the floor, her knees trying to push her bound, bare body forward. She'd never make it. But to stop, unthinkable. It hurt. God, it hurt. But she arched anyway. One slow millimetre at a time. She screamed, but continued. <---===***===---> Movement, beyond that of the struggling girls on the floor, caught Leigh's attention. Karen rose with his assistance, his hand light on her elbow. The bound, naked girl shook her head, but followed quietly as he led her towards the bound basketball team. "They'll never make it," Karen whispered as he stopped her near the edge of the court. "They have to," her captor said. A pair of handcuffs swung in his left hand. "You're going to kill them. Please don't do this," Karen said. He shook his head, and urged Karen forward. Carefully, she stepped over Lisa, her foot brushing the bound girl's ankle as she did. Lisa moaned, but resumed her slow, rocking, pace. Karen pulled away from the hand that guided her. She crouched, glancing over her bare shoulder. He didn't try to stop her. "You can make it, Lisa. The quicker you touch Kate, the quicker you'll be untied." But to Leigh, it didn't look like the basketball centre was winning this race. After stepping over each blonde on the floor, Karen crouched and whispered some encouragement. She glanced at the other three brunette girls, all struggling in the opposite direction, towards Leigh. After Anne, Karen turned back towards the gunman, and whispered. "I'm ready." He reached for the bound girl, and guided her to the bleachers. For a moment, Leigh was sure that she'd be on her knees, giving free blowjobs to every guy as they watched the sick game. But instead, Karen sat quietly on the bottom seat, jumping a little at the cool of the metal against her bare backside. She didn't resist as he locked the cuff around her right ankle, and attached her to one of the bleacher supports. Her leg bent awkwardly to accommodate the bondage. "I won't run, you know," she said. "I know," he replied, but didn't move to free her. Karen's eyes left his face, turning towards the girls, tied and naked on the floor. She shook her head, her thighs demanding her attention instead. A single tear traced down the girl's face. He sat beside her, his arm encircling her waist. She allowed it, but he didn't seem aware of the wetness on her cheeks. She turned her eyes, again, to glance at Leigh, and then at the girls struggling towards the prizes. <---===***===---> He stood in front of Leigh, smiling. "Please, no." "Tyler stopped for a few minutes, didn't you see?" Leigh frantically shook her head. Tyler's voice drifted up. "Please don't hit her. Hit me. I was only stopped for a second. Please. My hands hurt. Just loosen the ropes a little. Please." Without warning, the crop struck her bare thigh with a snap. It took a moment for the pain to reach her mind, but when it did, she nearly bit her lip in the attempt to contain the scream. He watched her face intently as tears sprung from her eyes. "Oh God," Tyler whispered. The bound girl doubled her efforts. "Please don't hit her again. I'm trying. I'm trying, goddamn it." He smiled. He let his hand dip through Leigh's pubic hairs. (Oh God, they can see him feeling me up. Oh God. I don't care.) Leigh separated her thighs, moaning. The rope bit into her ankles, and her weight lowered as she did. The cuffs screamed against her wrists. His finger entered her lips, touching her swollen clitoris. "Please," Leigh wailed. She knew what she meant, but the crowd probably misunderstood her, thankfully. He released her, and Leigh fought for control of herself, pushing herself back up onto her toes, her calves screaming. It had been perhaps thirty seconds since he'd hit her. Her thigh cried out where she'd been kissed with the crop, but already the pain was dulling into a pulse that beat between her legs, and in the welt rising from her thigh. <---===***===---> Karen didn't protest as his fingers idly caressed her breast. When he was touching her, he wasn't hitting the naked bound girls. The sound of their struggle filled the gymnasium, and captured Karen's attention. She didn't want his touch, but it was better than the alternative. "Lisa?" he called out. The bound blonde gasped. "Oh God, no. I. Can't do this. It hurts. I'm tired. I only rested for a moment." His fingers left Karen's body. She rocked forward, trying to follow him, use her body to stop him. He smiled at her, not mistaking her movement for true affection. "Please don't," Karen whispered. He bent and picked up the crop. Two screams followed. Tyler and Anne, their upturned feet struck in punishment for Lisa's break, cried out in pain and frustration. But they didn't stop moving towards the bound girls under the nets, even as he hit them. Lisa especially moved determinedly towards her goal. In raw distance, Kate wasn't far ... perhaps only a metre from her nose, one step for an unbound girl, but it would take Lisa another twenty minutes to rock through that distance. He settled beside Karen again, his fingers stroking her side, almost tickling her. "You didn't need to do that," Karen whispered. "She had already begun to move again, you bastard." She could see tears falling silently down Lisa's cheeks. His fingers continued to tease her bare skin. <---===***===---> "Please don't hit me again," Kate whispered. "Why ever not?" "They're tired, and scared. They're trying goddamn it." "Tracy stopped. I even warned her. Twice." "She can barely move. I'll take the punishment. I will. You know that. I don't have a choice. But she can't move anymore. Let her out." Tracy had practically stopped, far behind the other girls, her brunette hair shielding her face. He seemed to think about it, but brought the crop down without warning across the tops of Kate's bare breasts. Tracy wailed at the sound, her voice breaking. "Please no more," she cried. The pain raced through her being, but Kate didn't scream, somehow managed to bite it back before it overcame her. Faintness threatened. Her belly rumbled, and she wondered if she would simply black out. That would be nice, wouldn't it? Her wrists screamed at her, and her legs tried to kick him, but the rope around her ankles stopped that. She opened her eyes, tears streaming unheeded down her cheeks. "Please," she whispered. She was aware of her hips rocking, but she couldn't stop that, no matter how hard she tried. She closed her eyes again. The pain of the second blow took her breath. The crop struck the undersides of both breasts, not as hard as when she'd been tied to the tree, but harder than the first strike across the tops. The scream threatened again, but she managed to change it into a low moan. - From a distance, she felt his fingers between her vaginal lips, touching her intimately, stroking her swollen clitoris. Her breasts screamed their pain into her mind. She didn't care. The sensations from her clitoris overwhelmed her senses. The fingers left, and Kate cried out in frustration. Almost with a look of betrayal, she opened her eyes. "God," she whispered. He smiled, and nodded, as if he understood her mind better than she did. She fought the sensations, hating the throbbing in her nipples and her clitoris. (He hit me, goddamn it, with a fucking horse crop.) (And I liked it?) (No ... maybe ...) He pressed his right index finger against her lips. Her own scent, her own musk, sent a shiver down her spine. She knew what he wanted, and her face burning, she tasted herself upon his fingers. He didn't place his finger in her mouth, but she ran her tongue over its surface. Her taste was sharp, but clean, and sweet, like Karen. Kate moaned as he left her bound to the net. <---===***===---> "Did you let her ..." Leigh asked quietly. He smiled and shook his head. Her own need for a climax was peaking, and if Kate was anywhere near as aroused as she was, the girl was in torture. The image of him hitting Kate, her breasts dancing as they absorbed the energy of the crop, had made Leigh feel faint. All her blood seemed to be pulsing between her legs. He'd hit Kate twice, harder than the one that he'd driven into her still throbbing thigh. And Kate hadn't screamed. Only moaned. Moaned more as he'd touched her body. "Kim stopped a moment ago, I think it was to watch me hit Kate." "So?" The crop kissed Leigh's breasts in an easy single motion. Leigh couldn't stop herself from screaming. She was sure that she would never stop screaming. Her voice continued for a long, long time, her body writhing. Her body reacted, and for a second, she was sure that she was going to climax. (To pain????) Then, thankfully, her arousal ratcheted down as the pain from her breasts washed another warm wave over her senses. His fingers caressed the skin of her breasts where he'd struck her, almost tenderly. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "That was harder than I meant." Leigh couldn't talk. But she was sure that he'd hit Kate harder than that, both times. Kate remained flushed, but upright, breathing hard, across the court. Lisa was approaching her bound feet. The other girls struggled along further back. Leigh tried to stop her tears, but the stripe across her breasts continued to throb, and the tears wouldn't stop. "I am sorry," he said. He stepped over Tyler, who was within a few centimetres of Leigh's feet, and returned to the bench with Karen. Anne remained motionless, and Kim seemed unable to move. Thankfully, he didn't seem to notice, or if he did, realised that the girls were spent, and even whipping another girl into unconsciousness wouldn't be able to force the bound girls to continue this game. Leigh moaned, in a voice very much like that issuing forth from Kate. Her arms ached, and her breasts hurt. Struggling with her pain, she tried to move her bare toes even a few millimetres closer to Tyler's lips. -----BEGIN PGP SIGNATURE----- Version: 2.6.3ia Charset: noconv iQEVAwUBPprru0xM3srBk85hAQHDwAf/R/Bzr93y7+d25YCJoInH1bvduQ0IhjMh d97u7cxtwJtF3dUfr41d3JGhrLyM70YsWOQ4QJrxldmwQ6rE/ED8dfb1lrSOzBzI mx78+U3Ke22THaQHGd9fnQsjv+JLGKQlDnjK3xqghzoGSPHFVZpTgyfSnQh+yPOd o4QyY7PvwbX1c1OCn8jJDAxb6TTr+qJe/S8siKBeUMnuoCENs1+pyNjk7uaio7E7 U3T+zxKDN1GOqC877SboktcE/f0rnyeQtfyElx1ZRY5L/6fhiXAZP8QdkpqLblLW cwEGkfHb9DyCYw1Xpx8vOwf8R+LcEKAME+PmJyIcbVrePmz2mvKTFA== =6AQo -----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 | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+