Message-ID: <44018asstr$1061302205@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20030819024942.26495.qmail@nym.alias.net> From: Crimson Dragon X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 19 Aug 2003 02:49:42 -0000 Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [144/157] (MF+, bond, control) {Crimson Dragon} Date: Tue, 19 Aug 2003 10:10:05 -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: hecate, dennyw -----BEGIN PGP SIGNED MESSAGE----- Sorry about the delay. Where was Crimson when the lights went out? In the dark? Under the bed, looking for matches? You see, this small electrical issue, combined with other network related silliness, prevented me from posting since Thursday. 'twasn't for lack of trying. Sometimes life deals us challenges. And so, back to the adventures of Dawn and the merry crew stuck out of Time. I'll catch up over the next few days, barring accidents. - Crimson ==================================================================== 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 144 ==================================================================== (C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) ==================================================================== "No!" Her voice seemed to float from far away, somewhere in a universe that felt more real than this pain induced fantasy. Her breasts cried out for a touch, any touch. Her clitoris drove needles of desire into her marrow. "No," she whispered. She pushed with the last of her strength. She felt it give, expanding from her, pushing his strength back. David chucking a stupid little stone at Goliath. She opened her eyes. His face wore an expression of surprise, and he physically stepped back, towards his chair. She could feel him straining to overcome her, smothering her, perspiration dotting his brow. His thoughts echoed into her mind, a mixture of deep arousal, and control, and they added to her own body's betrayal, and heard herself moan. But her strength remained, somehow, and she pushed the bubble outward. Her limbs exploded in agony, and she screamed. No bolts had hit her, no fire had been lit under her feet. But the sensations flowed from her bare feet, up her calves. (No. Please, no.) She didn't understand it. It wasn't the Timeman, but rather the interaction of the time bubbles. She sensed that he felt the pain, too, but to a lesser extent. She steeled herself for the worst, and it came to her, rising from her thighs like an obscene snake, biting, tearing at her clitoris. It sang out, drilling into her mind. Her bubble slipped when that pain hit her, and she gasped. But as her bubble contracted, the pain lessened. She grit her teeth. (I'm stronger than him. I may be naked, but I'm stronger.) A sense of elation filled her, and the bubble expanded again. Her legs filled with the pain, but she pushed through the haze of pain in her mind, and pushed. Pushed. Pushed. Until Kate began to scream. <---===***===---> Kate's voice descended into her ears like a knife, and she stopped, her mind holding the strained equilibrium between his bubble and hers. "Please, no," Kate screamed. The others began to moan, Leigh's hands rose to her breasts, as if batting away invisible insects. None of them seemed to know where they were, but they were clearly feeling the same fire that engulfed Dawn's skin, somehow transferring from her, unto them. "What's happening to them," Dawn whispered. Her voice cut through the moaning and screaming behind her, rushing through another dimension to reach him. She felt him cease pushing against her, but she didn't press forward, finding her balance. Her limbs tingled in agony. "They're feeling what you are, little one." "What I am?" "And what I am," he said, his voice calm, if weary. "Pain," she said dully. He nodded, confirming the obvious. She watched Kate for a moment. The girl had thrust her hands between her legs, moaning, but it wasn't sexual, but rather in a childish attempt to ward off pain -- the same pain that Dawn felt encroaching from her vaginal canal, from her thighs. Even her fingernails hurt. She turned back towards him. "It's not about them. It's about me. Why are you hurting them?" "I'm not," he answered. "I feel it, too. This can't happen without pain. And you know that, little one." She shivered. "We need to talk." "You'll hurt me." "You're hurting them all," he said. Weary, his voice almost seemed weakened by the carnage. The universe screamed around them. Dawn pushed herself to her feet, wavering. If she fell, that would be the end. She groaned. Kate screamed again, her voice mindless, beyond that of the memory of her voice while he used the whip against her bound breasts. Much worse. Dawn wasn't even sure that Kate was there anymore -- not in any meaningful way. Only the Timeman and her. And she hurt. Oh, God, she hurt. Her legs trembled as she stood facing him. Dawn swallowed, tears running down her face. "They'll die," she whispered. He nodded, his eyes sad. Her mind found the connections, even as the universe continued to contort around her. "I'm stronger," she said. Even as she said it, she knew the certainty behind it. He sighed, his body trembling. "Yes," he said. "In this battle, I would lose." His admission didn't uplift her, as she thought it would, but rather descended upon her like a burden. There were prices to pay, to escape any room. The dragon loomed up, clutching at its throat, a silver sword implanted there. "They'll die," she whispered. The girls continued to scream in agony behind her. "Can you live with that?" he asked. "Can you?" He sighed. "No, but I am no longer fighting you." She sensed the truth in that. She pressed for a moment, unnerved by the increase in the intensity of the girl's screams behind her. He stood, arms outward, face uplifted. And she didn't sense his presence in the bubble against which she pushed with her mind. She could tear it apart, but she didn't know if she'd survive the pain. Kate and Leigh and Andrea and Monique and Nicole wouldn't. Somehow, she knew that. The girls would die screaming, and unaware of what was happening to them. Worse, she sensed that to kill them this way, would snuff their existence from all planes. Tears ran down her face. She could win. She was strong enough to win. (And by winning, I lose everything.) Everything has a cost. The pain began to ease, in her limbs and outside of her as she felt the bubble, that was her own, slowly collapsing, like a balloon whose air had begun to leak out. <---===***===---> The girls wept silently behind her, as she knelt, her knees pressing into the carpet. She could feel her own tears slipping unheeded down her face. She sensed him stumbling across the floor to stand in front of her. Her lack of clothing bothered her again, but only for a moment. More important things had happened in the last few minutes, and she struggled to understand what. (I am the key.) Without raising her eyes, she spoke, her voice steadier than she thought possible. "Please don't hurt them," she whispered. When he didn't reply, she reached forward to touch his shoe, the canvas yielding under her fingers. "If you want, I'll kiss your feet," she whispered. "I'll give myself to you. I'll have sex with you anyway you want." Her body cried out for sex, any touch. "You can whip me, first, if you must. I'll masturbate for you. I'll let you have me anywhere you want. My mouth. My pussy. My ass. I'll crawl for you. I'm the one you want." <---===***===---> Instead of hauling her to her feet, and preparing her for violation, he stepped behind her, and touched her arms. She understood what he wanted, though not why. She placed her wrists behind her back, and wasn't surprised when the steel began to close around her, creating a gulf of helplessness and vulnerability in her heart. "We won't let you hurt her." Dawn looked up wearily, and sighed. Kate and Leigh stood on wobbly legs, their faces still registering a vestige of the pain they had felt at the time of the reckoning. He looked up at them. To Dawn, even kneeling naked at his feet, he didn't look capable of stopping the two girls as they touched his shoulders. Dawn spoke, slowly, but firmly. "I'll be all right, but thank you." "He'll whip you. Rape you." She didn't know how she knew, but she did. "He won't. He just wants to talk to me." Leigh and Kate released him, their hands moving back to their own bodies, massaging their breasts. "I'll wear his handcuffs, this last time. For him. For us. I don't mind. Not anymore." Kate and Leigh glanced at him, and he nodded slowly, wearily. He could have stopped them easily, without as much as a thought. Dawn knew that now, understood finally. (I am the key.) She nodded, not moving her hands from behind her back. Kate and Leigh fell back into the sofa, the last of their energy abated. Kate closed her eyes, but Leigh watched as the Timeman reached down and tightened the handcuffs on Dawn's wrists. They clicked closed, and she pulled at her wrists. She couldn't get free, not without help, but she wasn't caged anymore. She sensed that he knew that, only wanted her cuffed for some kind of meaningless comfort, or illusion of control. She sighed, and twisted her hands behind her. (I am the key.) <---===***===---> She watched without protest from the archway as he moved from girl to girl, checking the knots behind them. "You don't need to do that," Dawn said. But he did. Not to secure them, but for himself. The girls knelt and allowed him to tie them, as if sensing that this was close to the end for them -- that this indignity, after what they'd been through, was minor and kind. It was the same position as she'd met them, all of them bound, arms folded uncomfortably behind their backs. He attached ankle chains to their ankles, securing them to furniture. Each girl extended her bare foot to allow the chains, toes flexed and calves toned. Each smiled as he bound them, each submissively accepting the treatment. It wasn't mindless submissiveness; Dawn knew better, acutely understood the need for them to permit this without protest. It didn't make sense consciously, but underneath, it was necessary. After all of the girls, still naked, were secured, he rose, and walked over towards Dawn. "We'll be back in a little while," Dawn whispered to the girls. Kate flashed her a smile, reassuring her that they weren't overly uncomfortable in their bonds. Dawn swallowed, and began to walk again towards the front door, her bare feet passing over marble like glass. He held the door for her, and she stepped through into the sunlight. It warmed her face, and she turned her face up towards it, as if it were a spotlight only illuminating her nude, and handcuffed form. (Not bad for a naked college girl.) She smiled, then hurried to catch up with him, her bare feet flying surely down the steps, and across the lawn. The black squirrel, startled by her movements, ran ahead of her, towards the first tree. 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