Message-ID: <42310asstr$1052316603@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20030506171649.32219.qmail@nym.alias.net> From: Crimson Dragon X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 6 May 2003 17:16:49 -0000 Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [072/157] (MF+, bond, control) {Crimson Dragon} Date: Wed, 7 May 2003 10:10:03 -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, IceAltar -----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 72 ==================================================================== (C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) ==================================================================== The knife flashed twice, and Linda sat as still as she could. Her breasts, hidden for a while by the knit of her sweater peeked into view through the two holes he'd cut for her. The girl began to cry. Somehow, it seemed worse to destroy her only clothing, than to simply make her remove it. "Please," she begged. Calmly, he began to wrap rope around the base of each breast. Helplessly, she watched as he touched and tied her. "That hurts," she said, but he ignored her until he was done. Her breasts, tight, emerged from her ruined sweater like obscene hills tipped with red. She moaned. "I think she's learned her lesson," Kate murmured. He glanced back at Kate, raising his eyebrows. "I could have tied her nipples with fishing line," he said simply. Kate clapped her mouth shut, and continued to watch. The sight of the girl in the chair pulsed into Leigh. Leigh wiped away a tear, trying her best to ignore the sensations. Attaching a rope to each bound breast, he looped the cord up and over the hook in the ceiling. The bound girl watched the proceedings, shaking. Slowly, he lifted her bound feet, and while supporting her legs on his thigh, tied the end of the rope from the hook to her big toes. She squirmed, but didn't complain. "Oh shit," she cried out as he moved out from below her legs. She tensed her stomach, lifting her legs. If she didn't, the weight of her legs tugged on her breasts through the rope through the hook above her. She began to pull on the ropes holding her hands, and belly into the chair. "Please, no," she said as she realised what effort was required to keep pressure from building on her breasts. Ignoring her, he turned to Kate and Leigh. "Let her go," Leigh begged. "She didn't know what she was doing. That ... is going to kill her." "It won't kill her, but she'll think twice before screaming at me again." "I think you've made your point." He smiled and touched Leigh's cheeks. She didn't try to twist again. "I want you to feed her her breakfast. And Kate?" The other girl tore her eyes from the suffering girl in the chair. "Let her go," she whispered. "Get some ice." Kate rose to her feet, not asking what the ice was for. She slipped out the door, dancing around Mark who was standing frozen, his hand raised to hit the door once more. Linda, faced away from the door, didn't even try to turn to see her husband. The door clicked shut, and Leigh picked up the plate of cold breakfast. She knelt beside the chair, while the Timeman settled comfortably into the sofa to watch. "You have to eat this," Leigh whispered. Linda was crying uncontrollably, her face screwed up in pain. Her legs, shaking, rose and fell as she was able to release some pressure from her breasts, until the agony in her thighs overrode it. She cried out, each time the pressure increased on her breasts. Obediently, even through the pain, Linda opened her mouth. Leigh ripped off a piece of pancake and slipped it between the girl's lips. Linda closed her mouth, nearly choked, but managed to chew and swallow it. It was slow, but Linda managed to eat most of food from the plate. A timid knock appeared at the door, much quieter than the hammering from Mark. Leigh left the plate at the foot of Linda's chair, and ran to the entrance. She pushed the handle down, and opened the door a crack. Kate pushed the door open with her shoulder, and walked barefoot into the hallway. Her foot kicked the pack, which jingled. "What did you want the ice for?" She was carrying an insulated bucket away from her body. He motioned both girls forward, stopping Kate at Linda. Leigh sighed, and came to sit with him, her bare thigh touching his jean clad one. Idly, he traced her skin, and she allowed it, not having much choice. "Are you all right?" Kate asked Linda quietly. "What do you fucking think?" Linda hissed. "It fucking hurts." Kate touched her hair. "It's not her fault," he said quietly. "And I don't want you to swear anymore." "Fuck you," Linda said. Her voice didn't even sound like her own. He smiled. Leigh thought that his smile was almost one of tolerance. After all, the girl was in pain. She'd probably apologise later. "Kate?" The naked girl looked up. "Place a few ice cubes down what's left of her sweater, and then come here." "Noooooo," Linda yelled as the ice tumbled to lie against the ropes just under her breasts. "Please, nooo." Kate closed her eyes, and lowered the bucket by the base of the chair. She walked over towards the gunman. "Kneel." Kate did. He turned towards Linda. The girl was struggling with the pain, her eyes closed. "Linda?" "Fuck you," she repeated. But she opened her eyes, and glanced at Kate. "Three." "Three what?" "Three times you've sworn." "So fucking what." "Four," he paused. Then he turned to the kneeling girl in front of him. Kate paled a little. "Count," he ordered her. "Yes sir," she replied. His hand fell four time on her bare skin. One on each breast, making them dance crazily on her chest, once against the skin of her belly, making her yelp. After each stroke, the girl cried out the number. The last one stung across her cheek, her head snapping to the side. Leigh didn't think it was really hard enough to hurt her, though it would have stung. A red blotch, where he'd hit her, rose to the surface of her cheek. Linda probably thought Kate was being beaten severely. "Four," Kate screamed. "Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop hitting her," Linda screamed. "Please. I get it. I get it. I'll stop swearing. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please let me out. I'm sorry." The girl twisted violently against her bonds, only succeeding in increasing the pressure on her breasts again. She screamed in pain. "Please, please let me out. It hurts. So much." He left Leigh and Kate to pace towards Linda. The girl was sobbing now, mumbling nonsense. "Linda?" She looked up, tears falling down her cheeks. "I'll do whatever you want. Just let me out. I'll take off my clothes. I'll fuck you. I'll ... oh shit, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to swear. I'll have sex with you. I'll have sex with the girls. I don't care. Just untie my tits. Please. Please. I'll use a vibrator in my ass. I'll crawl. I'll dance. Just let me out. Please." He lowered himself and slowly began to press on her bound ankles. She screamed, but tried to resist. Her breasts pulled noticeably. He spoke in a voice just above her screams. "Do you know why you're here?" "No. No. No. I don't." "Better think." "Fuck. Oh God. No. I'm sorry. I. Because I dressed. Without your permission. Oh God. Please let me out. Please. Please stop." It looked like he increased the pressure on her ankles slightly. "Partially," he said simply. "Because I disobeyed. Please." He let his hand off her ankles. They noticeably rose, decreasing the pressure on her breasts. "Oh God," she moaned. "Please. It hurts. It hurts." "I know," he stood and walked from her to join Leigh on the sofa. Knowing it might get her punished, too, but ignoring it, Leigh rose, brushing away his fingers. She ran to the chair, and knelt by Linda's feet. She placed her arm under the girl's legs and lifted a little, releasing the pressure for her. He hadn't stopped her yet, and she continued to hold the girl's legs up. The girl was trembling uncontrollably. "Linda. Please, I can't watch this anymore," she said. Linda tried to blink away the tears. "Thank-you," she said gratefully. Perhaps, even in this state, she knew the risk that Leigh was taking for her. "I don't know what he wants. I just want out," Linda cried. Leigh swallowed, an idea forming. "I don't either, Linda. Beg." "I've begged. God, I've begged." "We don't have any other recourse. Beg," she whispered. "Leigh?" His voice rose threateningly. "I'm sorry," she whispered. She dropped the girl's ankles, and Linda screamed at the increased pressure. Leigh fought back tears, and returned to stand beside him. "Where?" she asked. He seemed to know that she was asking if she should kneel with Kate, or sit beside him again. He patted the sofa, and she slipped in to sit beside him. "Ow," she screamed as his fingers twisted her right nipple. "Please." He released her. "I didn't say you could do that," he said simply. "She made a fu ... damn mistake. She's in pain, can't you see that? Do you have any idea of how much pain you've put her in?" He nodded. "She's a human being. She doesn't deserve that." "I know," he said. Her nipple ached, but in contrast, she knew that she had gotten off light. Linda hadn't. A quiet voice rose from the girl in the chair. "Please, sir. I'll do whatever you want. Please let me do whatever you want. Please let me strip. Please let me have sex. Please. I just want to get out of these ropes. Please?" (Good girl.) He rose, and walked to the side of the chair. She looked up at him, like a puppy might. "You know that I can put you back into this chair, if I want. Right?" The girl nodded. "Are you sorry?" "So sorry. I'll do whatever you want. I swear." He nodded and put pressure on the rope leading from her breasts to artificially raise her legs by the toes. But it released the pressure on her breasts. Linda sighed, still crying. He released the rope from her breasts, and it slithered through the hook to coil beside her bare feet. "Oh God," she breathed. Slowly, he traced her breasts, the tightness and the ropes. She flinched, but couldn't move far. "I'm going to spank your breasts, to remind you." "Okay," she said quietly. After her legs had been released, she had calmed a little. He slapped her breasts, not hard, but enough to bring fresh tears to her eyes. Incredibly, she thanked him. "Thank you, for letting my legs down." The spanking was far more comfortable for her than the previous punishment. "Untie her," he said, as he walked back towards the sofa. Kate sprang to her bare feet, and ran to Linda, her fingers immediately beginning to release the knots that Leigh had tied around the girl, ages ago. -----BEGIN PGP SIGNATURE----- Version: 2.6.3ia Charset: noconv iQEVAwUBPrft2ExM3srBk85hAQHeOwgAij0O8Y6wfXy/qrT/wtKRhTt/lsWjsY7U ju5PjS6qoYOwbARbSBav/pF/bq5hQiJl8hzZYBNzn8LDvDrXt5t6SlVUcJFToBaz qiAbBjhgf5+Ys6PqQDvsi7rPpB6JYD+jgT3fi2wSFRny+UHtNcCm93kGgKWAy2mV VW7tNjdNJe1N58X/vrdk0OezNVdV3q3JfERHFnrIlfeqkbcD43NBk23z1O1P/dH3 PGi8hbRiMh4OjDRpXNteiC/d3S8AgmOywgdBSEaBaSoURHLtCLCgNFzQe13uL5Ei d34riKHwGlRnIGKuJ6i1/5/uJ/bFTLUleLjCkapybvqQrdvsYvWeVA== =YCdj -----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 | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+