Message-ID: <43071asstr$1056597008@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20030625171026.1030.qmail@nym.alias.net> From: Crimson Dragon X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 25 Jun 2003 17:10:26 -0000 Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [108/157] (MF+, bond, control) {Crimson Dragon} Date: Wed, 25 Jun 2003 23:10:08 -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, 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 108 ==================================================================== (C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) ==================================================================== The girl was older, perhaps in college, but blonde, like Andrea, and as scared as Melanie. She stripped and burned her clothing faster and more cooperatively than Melanie had. Tears wet her face, as she knelt in front of Melanie and accepted the handcuffs of her captor. "What are you going to do?" "Watch them for a while." "You're a sick fuck," Monique said. He nodded, seemingly unperturbed by her language this time. He settled in a seat beside an old guy that looked like he was about to expire. He closed his eyes for a moment, not even watching the girls he was tormenting. The blonde girl knelt and cried, but didn't speak. Melanie hung from the rails seemingly dazed. <---===***===---> "Lick her." "What? No." He grasped the girl's blonde curls and bent her head back. "Leave her alone. If you need to see girls having sex, you have four at the mansion that will perform for you." He turned to Monique and almost snarled at her. "Shut up." Monique didn't, knowing that by speaking further she risked a gag, or a strapping. But she couldn't watch as he tortured the girls with sex. "I'll do it. If you want someone to lick her, let me. Let one of them go." "You want to have sex with Melanie?" "Not particularly. She's attractive, but you know I'm not gay." The blonde girl was gasping on her knees, his fingers relentless in her hair. He shook his head slowly, and released the blonde girl's hair. He approached Monique. "You don't even know her." "It could have been me, long ago." "You're not lesbian." "She's probably not either." The blonde girl moaned. Melanie shook her head from side to side. Monique pulled half-heartedly at her bound hands. "Let me go, and I'll do whatever it is that you want these girls to do. Are you going to rape them? One after the other?" He shook his head. "I'll let you rape me instead. Whatever way you want." "You were frightened silly of it when we were in the living room." "I still am." "You don't even know these girls." "I do. They could be me." "You'd have sex with me, or one of them, to save one." Monique nodded, but a single tear dripped from her eyes. "Please, don't do this." He pursed his lips, and then nodded slowly. But when he turned around, the blonde girl had her face buried between Melanie's spread thighs, her head bobbing. Melanie moaned quietly, her body rigid and unmoving. <---===***===---> After a few minutes, he walked back to the bound girls, and touched the blonde's head. "It's okay. That's enough." The naked girl looked ludicrously thankful, and her breath came in short bursts. Melanie simply closed her eyes, as if only enduring until the experience was over. Before Monique's eyes, the blonde girl shimmered and then disappeared. Never even knew her name, Monique thought. Never even knew her name. The handcuffs that the girl had worn clattered to the rubber. <---===***===---> The sound was familiar. Monique had heard it before, skin striking skin. Melanie cried out, but didn't scream. He struck the girl again, her chest. Melanie's left breast danced above her exposed ribs, and the girl moaned again. Even from where she stood tied to the rail, Monique knew that he wasn't really hurting the girl -- he could have, easily, but the sound of his palm striking her was far worse than the reality of the blows. Melanie wasn't screaming, only moaning. "Stop hitting her," Monique said between blows. "Please." He turned. "Would you rather be hit? I won't be as gentle with you." Monique paled, but nodded slowly. "Yes. You can hit me instead. Just leave the girl alone. Please." He turned towards Melanie. The girl's eyes blurred with tears, but she stood up as straight as the ropes would let her. "Please," she murmured. After a moment, he sighed. "All right, but I am going to keep this up, until you climax. If I don't think you're trying, I'll use my belt." He reached towards the naked girl and teased her nipple. Despite her obvious efforts to prevent it, her nipple rose in response to his touch. He smiled, and then stepped away from her. She slumped a little, at least as far as the ropes allowed. "Do you understand?" he asked her. Melanie, even though she obviously didn't understand, nodded wearily. <---===***===---> Monique knelt quietly before Melanie. Her body pulsed, and she tried to ignore the sensations. Perhaps the Timeman was right. Maybe it was the situation, maybe it was the bondage, maybe it was the exposure. She didn't know exactly. Maybe it was a flood of hormones, over which she had no control. No matter the reason, she was unable to completely quench the arousal she felt kneeling in front of Melanie, her hands cuffed behind her bare back. "I'm sorry," Monique said upwards. Melanie nodded, closing her eyes. She understood. Despite her thrust into this strange world, she understood. Her scent and taste were sweet and musky. Monique thought that she could even taste the other girl's, the blonde girl's, saliva. It's only skin, and it wouldn't kill her. Slowly, Monique reached out with her tongue, and lapped at the swollen bundle of nerves that she hoped would make this quick and relatively painless for the girl squirming above. Melanie moaned, and pushed her hips downward. <---===***===---> It sounded more like leather striking bare flesh this time. Monique glanced up, her mouth never leaving Melanie's sex. Melanie screamed, her voice high and panicked. Monique exhaled, feeling her breath reflected from the soft skin in front of her face. "Please no," she mumbled into Melanie. The girl above her seemed to come alive after she recovered from the belt across her breasts. She lowered her hips, rocking them, moaning. The girl's spread thighs trembled beside Monique's ears. Monique redoubled her efforts, forcing her rapidly numbing tongue to find Melanie's clitoris, and stroking it at the rhythm that the girl needed. <---===***===---> It wasn't a fake. Melanie's muscles contracted rhythmically about Monique's tongue and lips. Melanie screamed, her voice crying out in passion, and perhaps pain. Monique wasn't sure, but she thought she might even have heard the sharp sound of a palm striking a breast. She didn't want to know. She kept her tongue lightly stroking the naked girl until her shudders stopped, and Melanie gasped. "I'm done. Please, God, I'm done." <---===***===---> Her breath came in short gasps, as if she'd been the one to be forced into a climax. The blood pounded in her ears, and she pulled weakly against the steel holding her wrists behind her back. Wearily, she looked up at the Timeman who sprawled easily beside the old guy, his legs comfortably reclined into the aisle only a metre from Melanie's bare feet. He was watching Melanie with a look on his face that reminded Monique of a cat that had caught its prey. Melanie hung almost listlessly, whispering to herself, her chin tucked to her chest, her eyes mostly closed. What she was whispering was either a prayer, or soft muted cursing. Monique couldn't tell which, but either was justified for the frightened girl. "It's enough. Let her go. She doesn't even understand why she's here." He swivelled easily to face Monique. "Not you as well?" "I'm not stupid. You won't let me go. But she's not part of this, is she?" He shook his head slowly. "She's stunning, and she's beautiful, but no, I'm not going to keep her." Monique breathed a sigh of relief. She glanced at Melanie, who seemed to be ignoring the exchange deciding her future on this timeline. "Just let her go. Don't hurt her. Please?" He nodded. Monique shuffled forward on her knees, her bare skin scraping gently across the rubber ribs of the floor. "I'll have sex with you, if you want. I'll do whatever you want. Just don't make her suffer any longer." "Would you let me ...," he thought for a moment, then smiled as if from a former memory. "Tie you to a tree and tape lit cigarettes to your nipples?" Melanie moaned, shaking her head gently from side to side. Monique sighed, and kept her eyes on his. She didn't attempt to rise from her knees. "You'll do that to me anyway, if you want." She paused, a tear forming in her eyes. "If you have to hurt me, then yes. You can burn my breasts if you'll let her go." Her heart jumped as he nodded. She couldn't tell if he'd follow through with the threat, but she was tired. She'd fight him at the time, if he lit a cigarette in front of her. She glanced down at her still heaving unmarked breasts. When she looked back up, he was crouching in front of her. He reached out, nearly gently, and cupped her chin. Monique sighed. "You did well. Do you want to climax?" (No. No. No. No. No.) She hesitated, looked at his hands, one cupping her chin, one resting on his thigh. His fingers, touching her body. "Please," she whispered. She began to shake her head, then with tears in her eyes, she nodded once. He let her chin go, and her head dropped, but not before catching his expression. He nodded thoughtfully, and then glanced towards the naked girl tied to the bus that Monique had licked to orgasm. The girl cried out once, and then shimmered. The ropes that had held her fell quietly to the floor, and she was gone. <---===***===---> She twisted futilely at the bonds that joined her wrists behind her back. The sunshine warmed her bare skin, as she nearly stumbled down the steps of the bus. Melanie's scent, and her taste, sat heavily on Monique's tongue, but she couldn't do anything about that, not with her hands bound behind her. She worked her jaw a little, but resigned herself to the heightened state of arousal that the girl's scent washed through her. With a sigh, she stepped to the edge of the road. She would sense him behind her. Glancing over her shoulder, he saw him pause. She followed his gaze, and froze. Melanie stood silently frozen, her right foot forward, her face innocent. Only seventeen, she was ready for the world again in her tight, expensive, designer jeans, and her loose blouse. Monique knew what the girl looked like tied in a public bus, moaning. She knew what she felt like when she climaxed, knew how she cried, knew how she screamed. She knew what the girl looked like naked, and what she tasted like. Dirty and used. In some ways, Monique felt the emotions rushing through her being -- unsure of whether she should have done as she was bid, having sex with the girl, sacrificing her arousal for the unnamed blonde girl. But she had, and that wasn't something that she could reverse. She sighed inwardly. She moved her tongue in her mouth. It was still a little sore from licking the girl, but if she was honest with herself, she didn't mind too much. Nobody had really gotten whipped, or hurt, or raped. In that, there was a blessing. The blonde girl had escaped without really experiencing the land out of time. And Melanie? She'd been an actress in a warped fantasy. She was safe now, and for that, Monique was perversely glad for her. Monique sighed, and glanced away from the girl. This world took some getting used to. Indeed it did. Melanie stared off with her frozen eyes, blissfully unaware of what she'd done -- what she'd been forced to participate in. Monique wished fervently that she had the same options. Blissful ignorance seemed distant, and far. She twisted her hands in her bonds again until she heard his footsteps approach. At the touch of his fingers on her bare shoulder, Monique stepped forward without looking around. "I miss her already," he said quietly. He seemed sincere, and his voice nearly choked. Monique's bare toes tickled through the grass as she began to walk ahead of him northwards. (I do, too. I do, too. I didn't know her long, but I knew her name, and I knew her intimately. I do, too.) Monique shivered in the noon sunlight that shouldn't be, and carefully walked in the direction she was guided. 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