Message-ID: <43354asstr$1057975805@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20030711182910.21160.qmail@nym.alias.net> From: Crimson Dragon X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 11 Jul 2003 18:29:10 -0000 Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [120/157] (MF+, bond, control) {Crimson Dragon} Date: Fri, 11 Jul 2003 22:10:05 -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 120 ==================================================================== (C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) ==================================================================== The too bright morning light grated harshly into Leigh's eyes through her eyelids, rousing her from a pleasant dream where she wasn't naked, and she wasn't bound, and people moved around as they were supposed to. Squirrels, too, for that matter. "What?" she muttered, moving her shoulder as best she could in an attempt to avoid the shaking hand that was placed there. A voice, feminine and close to her ear, whispered urgently. Leigh vaguely recognised the voice, but couldn't quite reconcile the presence of the popular girl from school, Kate, with her comfortable bedroom. "Wake up, Leigh. He wants us awake now. You have to get up." "In a minute, Mom. It's Saturday." The gentle fingers returned to her shoulder, and shook her insistently again. The sound of chains jingling reached her ears, close and confusing. Her hands were trapped behind her -- when she tried to raise them to brush away the insistent fingers on her shoulder, only her shoulders complained, and loudly, but her hands remained stubbornly behind her back. "I have no idea what day it is anymore, but it isn't Saturday. Come on, Leigh, you have to wake up." A soft pair of lips brushed her cheek, and Leigh opened her eyes, blinking and disoriented. Kate knelt beside her on the pull-out bed, smiling, her red hair tangled, but shiny upon her bare shoulders. Kate's hands were free, and as Leigh finally opened her eyes to the strange morning, Kate pulled her hands back from her insistent shaking. "Good morning, sleepyhead," a male voice said quietly from behind her. It came flooding back to her, and Leigh groaned, working herself over to her side, releasing her hands from their prison between the small of her back and the mattress. The covers still lay across her body, and she flushed, realising that her clothing lay folded neatly in English class, a remarkably long way from here. She bit her lip, but tried to smile up at the naked redhead beside her. The covers slipped from her nudity, and Leigh felt the flush rising more insistently through her face. A click, and a jingle later, and her hands were no longer trapped behind her back. She could barely move her arms, but with some effort, she did, her hands appearing in front of her face as though they were made from wood. The fingers didn't want to obey her mental commands. Kate flashed her a grin, and swung her bare legs from the bed. "Good morning, and welcome to our world," she whispered. Leigh was vaguely aware of the Timeman moving away from her. She was absurdly happy that he was no longer paying attention to her, though the memories came flooding back. She had been tied to tables, and basketball nets, naked and open, and helpless to stop him from ogling her body as much as he desired. Slowly, she sat up. He approached Monique and Andrea, who were stirring, but tied far worse than Leigh had been, upon the sofa. The two girls had been tied breast to breast, and belly to belly. God knew how they had slept at all. Kate leaned back on her hands, her bare breasts thrusting forward. It made no sense to Leigh, but the image pushed tendrils of arousal through her. Then she remembered last night, nearly out of her mind with sex, wanting anyone -- the Timeman, Kate, Andrea -- or maybe all of them at once. Her fingers began to obey her, and Kate watched her hands intently. "It's going to hurt, Leigh." "What is?" Then the pain hit her -- tingling, insistent fire, racing through the sleeping nerves of her forearms and mostly her hands. Leigh cried out, before she could stop it, an animal cry rising from her throat. She clamped it off as soon as she was able, but it had thrust the other girls from their more gentle waking. Nicole sat upright her eyes fearful and staring. Still the pain, like needles and pins thrust through her skin, tipped with acid, kissed her palms, her fingers, even under her fingernails. Kate moved quickly down the bed, waving at the Timeman. He turned away, gently soothing Andrea and Monique who remained bound and lying on the sofa. Leigh cradled her hands, tears streaming down her face. Even the movement of her limbs through the air intensified the sensations, and she stifled another cry, trying to keep still. "I told you," Kate said. Incredibly, she grinned. "Same thing happened to me, before I woke you." "It hurts. It hurts," Leigh moaned. "He does know how to torture us," Kate said good-naturedly. "It hurts." "It will pass. Keep them still." Leigh fought the impulse to throw herself into Kate's arms, knowing that any sudden movement would drive new needles into her hands and forearms. But after a moment, as if fuelled by Kate's words, the sensations began to ease. The tears still fell, but the quiet sobs withered away as her nerves settled back to a more normal place. "See?" Leigh nodded. Kate reached forward, and took Leigh's hands into her own. Gently, Kate's fingers rubbed the last of the needles from her skin, and with a sigh, Leigh returned her hands to her lap. "God, that hurt." Kate nodded. "Better than being whipped, though." Leigh paled, and glanced at the Timeman. He was whispering to the two bound girls on the sofa. Kate watched him for a moment, too, then returned her gaze to Leigh. "We're still here," she said almost glumly. "And we're still alive," Leigh managed to find a smile. "I just wish we had some clothes." "When you find the Genie in the lamp, let me know. I have a few wishes of my own." Leigh laughed, and settled down to wait for the other girls to rise, and works the kinks of the uncomfortable night from their naked bodies. <---===***===---> Monique sat moaning on the sofa, tears of pain and discomfort falling from her eyes. Leigh wanted to go to the girl, but Andrea, who had to be equally as uncomfortable, seemed to have the situation under control, her arms wrapped around the naked lawyer, smoothing her sleep mussed hair as best she could. To the side, the Timeman released Nicole who said something too quietly to be heard, but the Timeman smiled and nodded. Leigh wrapped her arms about her knees, waiting. That was the hardest part about all this -- not quite knowing what was coming next. The Timeman seemed mostly in control, most of the time, even seeming kind occasionally. In other circumstances, Leigh thought, she might even be mildly attracted to him. Who was she kidding? She'd nearly begged the man to ravish her last night -- along with Kate. A flush began to rise into her face again, but she managed to fight it down before it reddened her cheeks. There was a lot to be embarrassed about here, but last night really took the cake. She'd begged him to rape her. She shook her head. Kate sat easily beside her, watching Monique and Andrea, indecision reflected in her face. Her face reflected a desire to help, too, but the redhead resisted the urge. Andrea seemed to have Monique under a semblance of control. Kate was another unlikely pairing. The girl was popular -- how couldn't she be? Tall, slim, red haired. And seeing her without her clothing -- that explained all. Of all the girls in school to be paired with in this nightmare, she wouldn't have guessed Kate would be here with her, caring and kind. Actually, Kate made more sense -- at least from a physical standpoint. Leigh wasn't popular. Smart, perhaps. Even reasonably attractive. But popular? No. She was hardly the cheerleading type. She glanced at her own nudity. This wasn't the time for vanity, silly comparisons, was it? Kate and her were in this together, like it or not. Kate turned and smiled at her. Without thinking, Leigh smiled back. A tingle flittered down her spine. She knew what it meant, but didn't want to think about it. It was all tied into last night, if one could call it night with the sun shining as if lunch were about to be served. Monique rubbed at her neck. Silent tears dripped down her face. Andrea's face reflected the same discomfort as Monique's but somehow Andrea seemed to be controlling her own tears. But to Leigh, it was obvious. The blonde haired girl wanted to cry -- but wasn't. Andrea's ministrations were providing her with an outlet, something to keep her mind off her own pain. The Timeman moved towards Andrea and Monique, crouched and spoke, his words floating over to towards Kate and Leigh. "... muscles sore?" Monique touched her neck, and reached around to touch the small of her back. She sniffled, hanging her head to look at the Timeman below her. Andrea nodded. "Me, too. I didn't realise it until you let us go. Christ, it feels like we've been hit by a damn truck." Andrea groaned. "I don't think I was designed to sleep like that." The Timeman reached up and began to work his hands into Monique's shoulders. For a second, Leigh thought that Monique would balk, insist that he didn't touch her, but instead, she closed her eyes. Each time he pressed, she moaned, flinching. A small voice rose up from the opposite corner. "I'm pretty good at massage," Nicole said quietly. "If you'd like, I can do that for you. If you want to hurt her, though ..." He looked up sharply, and pulled his fingers from Monique's skin. "No. I didn't want to hurt her. I've never been able to give a massage. I just thought I'd try to help her." Unspoken was the guilt factor: since-I-caused-it. Nicole pushed herself up from the chair, grimaced, but not in the same way as Monique was. It was pain, but it was caused by her broken ribs, or the bruise across her face. Leigh wasn't sure which. Nicole looked more like she needed pain relief than Monique did. Out of her peripheral vision, she saw Kate slip from the bed, and head unimpeded towards the front hallway. If the Timeman objected to her leaving without permission, he didn't voice it, though Leigh noted that the man was fully aware of Kate's departure. Nicole approached Monique, and lay her hands on Monique's shoulders. "Tell me if it hurts, okay?" she said evenly. With that, her fingers began to knead the naked girl, and instead of the grunts of pain that had been her mantra before, Monique's eyes widened and a contented sigh issued forth from her lips. Andrea watched, cross-legged on the sofa, a wistful look in her eyes. The Timeman began to walk towards the bed where Leigh sat. At another time, Leigh might have shrunk back, but it would have done no good. She had nowhere to go, nowhere to run. Time itself was against her. Half-way to the bed, the Timeman turned. "Nicole?" The girl looked up easily. There was no fear in her eyes. She'd been to hell and back. This was a breeze. In this world, Nicole merely was naked. She wasn't beaten before she slept. And only loose handcuffs secured her. Leigh couldn't imagine the girl's life -- didn't even want to think about that animal upstairs and what he'd done to his daughter. "When Monique is done, can you do Andrea, too?" "Of course," Nicole said easily. She resumed pressing her hands and even her elbows into Monique's bare back. Andrea looked up and smiled at her captor. "Thank-you," she said simply. "Thank Nicole, when she's done." "I will." Kate reappeared from the front hallway, and walked over towards Nicole. She held out her right hand palm up. Nicole looked up, and asked the Timeman with her eyes. He nodded, and she grasped the analgesic into her hand. "Don't," Kate said severely. Nicole laughed. "But, I'm used to it ..." "I can't watch you dry swallow them. Hold on." With that, Kate scampered across the room, back to where she had placed the glass last night. A few drops remained. She picked it up, and brought it to Nicole. Monique moaned once, but tried to keep her pain down while Nicole dealt with hers. Nicole smiled. To Leigh, it was obvious that there wasn't enough water in the glass, but Nicole tried to please Kate. She popped the pills onto her tongue and lifted the glass to her lips. Working her throat, she swallowed, then winked at Leigh. Leigh couldn't help smiling, but felt sad at the same time. Nicole was used to the bitter taste, and doing as she was told, because her father demanded it. (As I'm getting used to being naked all the time.) Nicole resumed her task, and Kate returned to sit on the bed. The Timeman watched Nicole for a moment, then turned back towards Leigh and Kate. 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