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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [016/157] (MF+, bond, control) {Crimson Dragon}
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Author's Shortened Preface:
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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

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Dawn of Time - Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

Chapter 16

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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Her lips were red underneath the black makeup, and though she was
pale, her cheeks had regained colour with the simple act of removing
the dark rouge. Her face looked soft and delicate, that of a child.
Given longer, less severe hair, and the removal of the piercings,
and a more colourful wardrobe, the girl could have been pretty.

She stood again, shivering, but more controlled, at the end of the
first aisle.

He hopped down, his shoes slapping at the floor. She cringed for a
moment, but didn't cover her nudity at his approach.

"We need to gather some things."

Kelly nodded, along for the ride.

"Got any athletic bags?"

She looked confused, but turned slowly and headed down the third
aisle, her bare backside swinging. So unusual, being naked in a
store -- he wondered if she was too scared to enjoy the experience
at all. Probably.

He picked a large blue backpack and handed it to her.

She held the bag loosely by its top strap, dangling at her side
almost like a briefcase.

"Do you want me to put it on?"

The thought of her wearing nothing but a backpack aroused him, but
he shook his head. Too difficult to fill, and to play some of the
games he had in mind. No, he wanted her completely nude for the
remainder of this jaunt.

She waited quietly for him to guide her to the next equipment.

"You sell ropes and chains and padlocks, right?"

She paled noticeably clamping her lips together. After a few minutes
of her silence, he asked again, his voice taking on the tone of
irritation. She started, and began to walk slowly towards the back
of the store.

"Why do you want ropes and chains?" she asked as she walked ahead.

He didn't answer her, and he supposed that she was too frightened to
ask again. She stopped in front of packages of rope, and rolls of
chain. He pointed, and Kelly grabbed various lengths of rope and
padlocks from the shelves, dropping them into the backpack.

"Can you cut chain?"

Kelly looked up sharply. She had knelt to organise the items in the
bag.

"Cut chain?"

He handed her the bolt cutters that lay on the shelf.

"I can shoot you before you can brain me with those things," he
remarked conversationally.

The girl looked sheepish and guilty, but he decided not to push her
too much. He would be pushing her in a few minutes, anyway.

He chose a few lengths of various chains, and had Kelly place three
of them on the floor instead of in the bag.

At last, he had the equipment that was important. She stood eyeing
him warily, her hand resting on a roll of high gauge chain. It
looked like it was capable of restraining an elephant.

He approached her. She shrunk back, but didn't bolt.

"Kelly, turn around."

"Why?"

He swallowed. He didn't want to spook her, but she had to know what
was coming.

"I need to test the ropes."

"Test?"

"Test them. On you."

"You want to tie me up?"

She'd paled again, her body trembling.

He nodded.

"Not particularly tight, but I doubt if you'll get free without me
untying you."

"No," she said in a quiet voice.

He raised his eyebrows.

"No. You've forced me to strip. Forced me to walk around naked in
the store I work at. You've had your fun. I won't let you tie me
up."

The gunman leaned back against the chain display, the links rattling
ominously. She regarded him, her entire body shaking.

"Kelly?"

She turned her eyes towards him.

"Did you see the old man about to enter the store?"

"Yes ..."

"I can make you blow him. I can hurt you so badly that you'd beg to
blow him, just to make it stop."

Kelly paled.

"There's a woman in your paint section that I'd love to see you have
sex with."

The naked girl began to shake.

"And I've already spanked a woman for disobeying me." It was a lie,
not the spanking part, but the reason, however Kelly wouldn't know
that.

The man advanced on the naked girl. Tears had sprouted from her
eyes, threatening to overflow.

The barrel of the gun touched her chin again, and Kelly recoiled.

"Please. I. You could do anything to me if I let you tie me up. For
God sakes I'm naked. Let me dress, and I'll let you tie me up.
Okay?"

Her eyes shone with hope for a moment, the thought of her clothing
back on her body warming her.

"Kelly, I need to make sure that the stuff I'm taking will knot
against bare skin. Some ropes prickle, some ropes loosen."

Her cheeks flushed.

"Why?" she whispered.

"Doesn't matter, Kelly." The man tapped her chest with the gun
barrel. "I don't want to hurt you Kelly. I don't. I won't rape you
while you are bound. I won't hurt you at all. That's more than I can
say if you keep being uncooperative."

She swallowed heavily, one lone tear escaping down her cheek.

After staring at him for a moment, she turned around, presenting her
smooth backside to him. He smiled.

Gently, he pulled her wrists behind her, folding her arms, thrusting
her breasts forward. She gasped, but didn't protest.

He easily wrapped her arms together behind her.

"Test them."

He watched as she pulled against the ropes, her arms securely
trapped behind her. She slowly turned. Her cheeks flushed crimson.

"Satisfied? Will you untie me now?"

He laughed gently.

"No, Kelly. We have more shopping to do."

"I can't ..."

He knelt at her feet. At the movement, she backed away, her bare
feet sliding across the tile.

"Kelly, I'm going to hobble you. It won't hurt."

"Hobble me? What the hell is that?"

He picked up the chains that she'd laid on the floor a little
earlier, grabbing two small padlocks from the shelf above and
ripping them from their packaging. He unlocked them and slipped the
keys into his pocket.

"I'm going to fasten your ankles together with this chain, loosely
so you can still walk."

"Like hell, you are."

"Kelly, I don't want to play with the gun again. It's dangerous and
I don't want to shoot you."

She considered for a moment, then stepped forward.

"You don't have to tie me up, you know. I'll do whatever you want. I
have already, haven't I?"

The skin of her calf and ankles was soft and nearly took his breath
away. But within minutes, he'd locked a loop of chain around each
ankle, and a short length between then, holding them together but
allowing her enough motion to take small steps. He touched the ring
encircling her second toe. She stiffened at the touch, but didn't
back away.

He rose to his feet. Tears rolled down her face, and she pulled
futilely against the ropes holding her arms. He gently wiped the
tears from her cheek. She looked at him accusingly.

"It's just for a while, Kelly. I promise. Just a few more items, and
one more store."

Her resolve broke. Perhaps it had been the mention of another store,
perhaps it was merely the restraints holding her vulnerable and
helpless in front of him.

"Help! Someone! Help! Help! Help! Please!"

He let her scream for a while until she looked like she might
collapse. He moved closer. With the hobble and her arms bound, she
might fall and really hurt herself. She wasn't used to being bound
yet.

"Help," she whispered. He wiped at the tears again, his fingers
coated in salty moisture by the time she finished. At last, she
stood there, breath hitching in her chest.

"Why me? You said I wasn't even your type."

"You were female, and you were there," he explained patiently.

"Are you going to hurt me? Punish me? For screaming?"

He shook his head. "I can't blame you. I'm surprised that you didn't
do it sooner."

She looked down, past her bare breasts, towards the floor.

"I'm sorry. I ..."

"Panicked. Understandable. You're naked, a strange bastard is waving
a gun in your face, and he tied you up. I'd scream, too."

She looked up, almost gratefully. "What now?"

"There's a few more things to pick up, and then I let you go."

"You'll untie me?"

"No, Kelly, I'll let you go."

He turned the girl around with gentle pressure on her shoulders.
She stumbled, unused to her ankles being restricted, but she
managed.

"You'll release me."

"As if it never happened."

He pressed the top strap into her bound fingers behind her back.
The weight of the bag caught her off guard, and she stumbled again
adjusting to it. She didn't protest.

"Ready?"

She nodded. He watched from behind as her head bobbed slowly.

"Take small steps."

She began to walk with baby steps down the tile. He watched as she
struggled slowly, five steps to every one of his. She didn't
complain, but winced every time her steps grew too wide and the
chain bit into her skin.


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