Message-ID: <44054asstr$1061464209@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20030821024710.30841.qmail@nym.alias.net> From: Crimson Dragon X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 21 Aug 2003 02:47:10 -0000 Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [148/157] (MF+, bond, control) {Crimson Dragon} Date: Thu, 21 Aug 2003 07:10:09 -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----- ==================================================================== 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 148 ==================================================================== (C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) ==================================================================== She sighed as the handcuffs fell away from her wrists for the last time. She left her arms behind her back for a moment, then turned to face him. He smiled as she idly rubbed at her wrists, though they weren't sore. It felt wonderful to be free, knowing that she was finally going to escape. No more punishment. No more enforced nudity. No more fear. Glancing around the spartan room, her eyes settled on the queen sized bed, its covers rumpled from previous use. She paced over to it, and sat, crossing her bare legs at the ankle. He peered at her; his eyes lit up as if he'd remembered something. She was reminded of cartoon characters, light bulbs appearing above their heads. She stifled a giggle. "Your dress," he said. "It's not necessary anymore," she whispered. And she was surprised to find that she didn't care anymore. Yes, she was still naked for the world to see, but it simply didn't matter. Her heart ached, as did her breasts, and deep into the core of her being. She sighed, and nearly stood to stop him, but he'd left before she could fully rise. Dropping back to the bed sheets, she closed her eyes, and lay back, stretching her suddenly free arms. <---===***===---> The fabric slipped cool and silky over her head, falling in waves over her body, hugging her breasts, and forming over her hips. It fell to her calf, modestly covering her. Ironically, it felt wrong -- her nudity almost expected. She stared at herself in the mirror, a reflection of grand illusion. Turning, she grinned at him. "I can keep this?" "If you like. When you go back, you'll return to your office attire." She though of her suit, folded neatly in Blake's office where she'd crawled naked for him, and Jones. She shivered. At least she wouldn't remember that, and she hoped that they wouldn't either. Despite her new found freedom, that was beyond her, even now. Yes, she'd crawl for him, if she needed to, but somehow she doubted that he'd ask. It was over. Her feet felt odd being bare against the floor, and she twirled back towards the bed. She hesitated before sitting again. She lifted her face and was surprised to see him smiling at her. "You'd prefer if I took this off again, wouldn't you?" Her fingers toyed with the neckline, her finger tips brushing the tops of her breasts. A small ripple of desire flit through her. She began to lift it, only a hint of disappointment crossing into her being. His fingers touched hers, and she glanced back up. He was close, perhaps too close, but she didn't mind. She'd kiss him, if he wanted. "Stop." "But ..." "Yes, I liked you naked. You're a beautiful woman. But that time is done. You want this, and I don't wish to take it from you. Relax." And she did, sinking back down to the bed. She drew up her knees, and hugged herself, suddenly aware that he couldn't see her anymore, not unless she chose to show him. "I want ..." she began. He nodded slowly. "Only if she agrees." Monique nodded, butterflies flittering in places that they shouldn't. He turned from her, and left, only a hint of disturbance in the air where he'd been. She could smell Leigh's soft scent in the folds of the dress, the teen being the last to wear it in a time before time began. Had it only been last night? Monique sighed, watching the patterns of light upon the yellowed ceiling. Her hands rose for a moment, playing with her nipples casually through the silky fabric of the dress. She'd let him see her naked again. Before she left. After a while, she opened her eyes. Footsteps, one in shoes, the other the whisper of bare feet, climbed the stairs slowly. Monique shivered and tried to calm her beating heart. <---===***===---> Monique pushed herself up into a sitting position, her legs outstretched in front of her, her bare toes pointed towards the foot of the bed. Only the girl entered, looking like an angel, glowing, her lips smiling. Sudden nervousness flit through Monique, and she cringed inwardly. He hadn't forced this, they both had a choice. This wasn't his sick game any longer. Only the two of them, alone in the room. Almost from a distance, she heard his footsteps recede down the hallway, and down the stairs. "Hi," Andrea said. Andrea stood and leaned against the doorway, her arms still tied behind her back, her breasts framed in rope. She didn't look uncomfortable, but a little confused. "Hi," Monique said, almost shyly. "He didn't untie you?" Andrea smiled. "I think he meant for you to do it, if you wanted to." Monique began to slide her legs to the side of the bed, but stopped as Andrea spoke. "Monique, stop." Monique raised her eyebrows in a silent query. "Is it true?" "What?" "That you ... wanted me here?" "What did he tell you?" "He didn't. He unlocked my ankle and led me up here. He wouldn't answer me. The only reason he'd do that is if you wanted me here." Monique sighed, and fought the blush from her cheeks. Slowly, she nodded. Andrea smiled, and pulled against the ropes holding her arms. "The dress looks beautiful on you." Suddenly, Monique felt self-conscious, aware of herself, clothed, free while Andrea stood naked and bound in front of her. She began to push herself up again, though she wasn't sure if she would pull the dress off first, or untie Andrea. "Wait," Andrea said. She hesitated, and swallowed heavily. "I'm only willing to do this, if you want to do this. If it's wrong ... I can't live with that. I'd rather walk down the steps, and live with my arms behind me forever." Monique felt tears spring to her eyes, but brushed them away. She swallowed, feeling her heart jump into her throat. Her feet carried her towards Andrea, and the blonde girl watched, almost warily. "I want to do this," Monique said. "If you're willing." Andrea nodded. Without thought, Monique lifted herself on her bare toes, and kissed Andrea. Andrea hesitated, then kissed Monique back. Monique's hand rose, and brushed at the bottom curve of Andrea's breast, gently. <---===***===---> Andrea sat quietly on the bed, swinging her legs. Monique's fingers fumbled with the knots, and after slipping three times, she closed her eyes and nearly wept. "It's all right," Andrea said. "If you can't untie me, we can do it like this." She twisted her body to partially face Monique. "It's not fair," Monique whispered. "Life isn't fair, sometimes." Monique sighed, and pressed her fingers against Andrea's bare shoulder. Andrea turned her back to Monique again, her fingers fidgeting, her arms remaining tight against her back. It took two more attempts, but the knot finally gave up, and the ropes tumbled from Andrea's body. "Finally," Andrea whispered, pushing Monique backwards gently. "I can touch you." Monique lay back, and shivered as Andrea's lips found her. Her breasts ached, her whole body ached, even her toes. She tried to say something, even she didn't know what, but Andrea shushed her with her lips. <---===***===---> She stood before Andrea, her arms held at her side. Her breath came in short bursts, her heart hammering. She longed for Andrea's fingers to be inside her, brushing her, filling her. Slowly, she raised her arms, the dress rustling over her bare skin underneath. Suddenly, it was no longer a shield, something comfortable hiding her from the world, but a constricting wall, one that she wanted to climb to freedom. She stared at Andrea. The girl was breathing as raggedly as she, but Andrea hesitated, her breasts rising and falling rapidly. "Are you sure?" Andrea asked. Monique bit her lip and nodded without hesitation. Andrea's fingers removed that which Monique had longed for, had begged for, had been willing to crawl for. Slowly, sensuously, the dress lifted over her head, over her arms. Cool air, Andrea's breath, kissed her naked skin. Monique moaned as Andrea dropped the silk, puddling about Monique's ankles. Andrea's fingers found her, caressing, and light. Oh, God. <---===***===---> It had been days of sexual frustration rising in her, pushing aside inhibition, and thought, the wave rising in her as Andrea's tongue found her rhythms, stroking, and aching. Her voice rose, Andrea's fingers light upon her nipples. She wasn't normally a screamer, quiet sex seducing her. She screamed as the first wave crested, sparkling light dancing behind her squeezed shut eyes. <---===***===---> She lay panting, her breasts rising and falling in a quick rhythm upon her chest. Her fingers lay easily between her breasts, almost as if she were praying. Andrea lay quietly against her shoulder, blonde hair fanned out across her chest and belly. With this girl, she'd found peace where she'd never expected it. Perhaps it was this land, perhaps it was this timelessness. She sensed that her hormones had been heightened, driving desire into her where there hadn't been before, the climax, climaxes, almost elevating her to goddess-like heights. She'd screamed. That much she remembered, almost as if she were in pain. But pain had ended, a long time ago, in another life. She stroked at Andrea's hair, gently, breathing in the soft perfume of her skin. Andrea stirred, and pushed herself up. "Was it everything you expected?" she asked, a smile gracing her lips. Monique thought that she could see a little of her own moisture there. Andrea smiled, and wiped it from her chin, licking absently at her fingers. "More," Monique whispered. "Where did you ... ?" Andrea smiled. "I've been with girls before. Not often, but enough to know ... university experimentation ..." Monique reached up, and ran her fingers down Andrea's thigh. She was soft, and warm. Andrea shook her head. "You?" Monique said. She wanted to reciprocate, wanted to taste Andrea. A warm glow spread through her limbs. Andrea shook her head. Her breathing hadn't slowed as Monique's had, and her lips flashed a deep shade of crimson. Her nipples looked as if they must ache as much as Monique's had before she'd screamed. Andrea touched Monique's hand, gently stopping her from caressing her bare thigh. "I'll be fine." Suddenly, Monique knew without a doubt, that she'd been given a gift - -- this girl had sent her through the waves without expecting anything in return. Anything else would have been -- selfish, impure. "He's not here. It's over. You're allowed to climax," she said reaching again. Andrea stopped her gently, raising Monique's hand to her lips and kissing her softly. "I know," she said. "It's over. But ..." Monique nodded, suddenly understanding. She pushed herself up, her eyes damp. She faced Andrea on the bed. Beside her thigh, the black of the dress tickled her. "We made it. Somehow," she whispered. Andrea nodded, her tongue licking at her lips. "I enjoyed it," Andrea said. "You, I mean." Monique smiled, and reached for her again. This time, it was more than sexual; Andrea seemed to understand and allowed the embrace. Their breasts pressed together in a last kiss of intimacy, holding each other. "It's over," Andrea whispered. "You'll figure it out." "I know I will," Monique said. "I just hope that I'm brave enough. Outside of all this." "You're strong." Monique nodded. She'd survived somehow. Andrea kissed her one last time. Monique could taste herself on Andrea's lips, and she didn't mind. Finally, Andrea released her. Her breathing was still quick and light. She stood, standing for a moment, her hand resting on the bedpost. "I have to go, now," Andrea whispered. "I know." Monique lay back against the bedclothes, her arms tucked under her breasts. Andrea bent and gathered up the ropes that had bound her when she arrived. They swung easily in her hand, deceptive in their innocence. Andrea turned at the door, blowing a kiss. "Good-bye," she whispered. Tears shone in her eyes. "Thank-you," Monique said. There was no use holding them back. Tears spilled as a flash of Andrea's bare heel disappeared with her footsteps echoing up the hallway, receding into the distance. <---===***===---> She stood, slowly, and slipped the black silk over her head, covering her nudity. She stood in front of the mirror for a long time, breathing hard, remembering, as if willing it to remain with her, crossing boundaries. She cried for a while, then turned and settled back to the bed, wiping at her eyes. Her bare toes toyed with the oaken floorboards. She waited. <---===***===---> "Are you ready?" She shook her head slowly. "I want to stay. I'll take this off, and you can tie me up again. I don't care." He laughed gently, and touched her shoulder. He wiped at her tears, and crouched. "You don't want that, Monique. Truly, you don't. Even if I had the power to give it to you." She sniffled, and hugged herself. Pushing against the mattress, she stood and swayed for a moment. In one fluid motion, she lifted the dress from her skin, and it dropped in a pool of inky blackness around her bare ankles. She stepped away from it, her hands held easily at her side. No attempt to cover herself, standing proudly, unashamed in front of him. One last view of her, as she was, nothing to hide. "You don't have to do that," he said with a smile as he straightened. "I know. I wanted to," she said, though she didn't fully understand herself why she'd done it. Only that she'd had to do it, and not because he'd expected it, or demanded it. Because she had wanted to do it. He stood about a pace in front of her, arms crossed, eyes upon hers. "I'm going to miss this place," she whispered. "No, you won't." She nodded, head remaining bowed. On impulse, she stepped forward and kissed his cheek, chastely. After all she'd been through, she still couldn't believe that she would be saying it. "Thank-you," she said simply. Another thought flit through her mind, and she nearly didn't say it. But again, impulse carried her. The way he was going, she thought, he'd need one someday. "If you ever need a lawyer," she whispered. He nodded and smiled. "Are you ready?" She cleared her mind, her thoughts turning from crawling naked for bosses, and girls being whipped. Instead, Andrea's soft fingers and clean scent rushed into her memory, and she closed her eyes, fixing her mind on the pleasant thoughts. A warmth spread through her. "I'm ready," she said. A faint tingling, like a wildly gentler version of pins and needles tickled her bare skin, beginning in her fingertips and ending in her toes. It was warm, like the scent of fields of clover. She gasped, once, and felt herself falling. <---===***===---> He stood for a long time, looking at the place where she'd stood. The sweet smell of sex suffused him, making him ache in all the right places. He'd been tempted to watch them, knowing that Andrea would accept, even before she did, somehow knowing what Monique needed in this place. The girls wouldn't have objected to his presence. But it wouldn't have been right. Not anymore. The black evening dress puddled where her bare feet had been. He bent and picked it up, almost cradling the fabric. Her unique scent tickled his nose. She'd fought so hard to get it, only to remove it, allowing him a last view of her as she was before returning to the place where she'd always longed to be. He swallowed heavily, and picked up the handcuffs, discarded carelessly on the end table. She was the first to go back. He didn't realise that he was crying until he stood silently in the middle of the staircase. He hoped that she found what she was looking for back in the place where they'd never meet. -----BEGIN PGP SIGNATURE----- Version: 2.6.3ia Charset: noconv iQEVAwUBP0QyekxM3srBk85hAQFMHQgAmBer0IKnRAkXgIWiKA2Z2JmeooFvD/9P 4H3zGIf4nlURf5Xgxk95qpX5UltLVOU57SzMPGNM9+R4NZgvb5S2S7v6vYVOUT9V Ce6u/dHvFwtShOXsuWvtoCS1DwwWD2yU1mEBKY+LCeypTqk78aFmaElOxAP8nIuS XqBM/k6Z70qwJ+ZSYQXq0Q34pBrwCuWIttEk5tHjB081wA38ITg9svbKBxUi6xj5 HGevjnDhX/iZL/rJcgDAbXHYz3QHKTRzTb0SVqjvPDXT4ematbIhVxRyq6hivb5W 4r/kMLpPf5TAMDCS3sXfp2qRqCfcRKffaI7+mMmyM3vLy+CxrydNKA== =PU3p -----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: Moderators: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at Hosted by | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+