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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [018/157] (MF+, bond, control) {Crimson Dragon}
Date: Thu, 13 Feb 2003 06:10:02 -0500
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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 18

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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They were half-way to the last store when she spoke.

"The plastic one. The red one."

He continued to walk with her slowly, one hand resting on the soft
skin of her right elbow.

"What?"

"It hurt more. A lot more. Both going on and coming off. Please,
don't use them. On anyone."

She seemed to know what he had planned. He supposed it didn't take a
genius.

"Only for punishments," he responded.

Kelly thought about that for a minute.

"No. They aren't fun. Maybe for some women, but I'm not good at
pain. I don't think anyone deserves the plastic ones."

He stared at her as she concentrated on walking with her bare ankles
in the chains.

"You pierced your eyebrow. And your nipple."

She nodded. "That didn't hurt. Not like the clothespins." The
thought about it for a moment. "Well, the nipple hurt, for a few
days. Almost like the pins." She flushed, perhaps at the memory of
exposing herself for the piercing, or the pain that resulted from
her own decision.

She lapsed into silence. They passed a shoe store, and a dollar
store. A pet store, with a frozen puppy in cage, slipped by.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

She accepted it, not really having a choice.

"What did you need the drill for?"

He'd dropped a blue drill into the backpack, her grunt attesting to
its weight.

"Projects."

"With women? Like me?" The nude girl stopped for a moment, her
breath coming quickly and regularly. She shivered.

"I'm not going to use it to torture anyone, especially you. Relax."
Even the suggestion of using the drill directly on a woman repulsed
him.

She didn't look convinced, but turned again.

"Ropes? Chains? Hooks? Rings? Bolts?"

He smiled at her. She stopped again, out of breath.

"Just fun things."

"Fun for whom?" She looked like she knew the answer to that. She
gathered in her breath.

"Leashes?"

He touched her shoulder gently and she began to move. They were
almost there. He could see the red sign, the last shop at the end of
the mall.

After a few steps, her bare feet whispering across the tile, she
cried out. The blue pack slipped from her fingers, and even through
her arms were secured, she tried to catch it. The pack fell with a
thud. They both stopped, fright spreading across Kelly's features.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "Please."

He smiled and picked up the pack.

"I'm surprised that you managed this long," he said.

He watched as she slowly flexed her fingers, trying to release the
cramps of carrying the weight in such an awkward position.

She didn't say anything, merely waited for him to press it back into
her fingers.

"If I untie your arms, and let you wear it properly, instead, would
you freak out?"

"Freak out?"

"Panic. Run. Try something silly."

She slowly shook her head. Her face revealed a faint hope, the hope
that her arms might be released.

"Where would I go?"

Smart girl.

"Would you let me re-tie your arms in front of you?"

"God. Please," she said, almost begging, her voice sincere.

He knew that she'd rather be free, but hands in front was infinitely
better than folded arms behind. At least for her.

He put down the pack, and began to work at the ropes holding her
arms. After a few minutes, she shook out her arms, rubbing at the
skin displaying the marks of the ropes. She sighed.

Her arms held out, almost as if she were asking for a embrace, he
slipped the loops of the pack over her arms, and over her shoulders.
She remained still and didn't complain, even when he brushed her
bare breasts to adjust the straps for her frame.

Without prompting, she crossed her wrists in front of her, allowing
him to loop the rope around her wrists lashing them together
securely. She pulled weakly against the bonds, but didn't complain
even though he knew that he'd tied them tighter than her arms had
been before.

She looked up at him.

"You don't need to tie me up, you know." She sighed. "I know you
won't let me go, you like me like this, but I won't attack you, or
try to hurt you."

He nodded silently, acknowledging her earnestness. He touched her
shoulder and urged her to begin walking again.

She sighed and stumbled back into her short stepped walk.

They were in front of a coffee shop, one of those ridiculous and
overpriced cafes. He noticed her eyes shift towards it, then towards
their destination.

"No," she whispered as she realised where they were heading.

He shrugged. "Need some stuff from there, too."

"I'll bet."

They finally stood in front of the red sign.

Adult Palace.

She sighed, resigned. She'd been propelled through the mall, dodging
frozen people, naked and bound. What worse could be in here?

"Women aren't pets, you know."

He turned towards her.

"Pets?"

She gathered in her breath, as if leery about treading here.

"Pets. You took dog collars and leashes from the store. You aren't
going to put them on dogs or cats, are you?"

He looked at her, cocking his head a touch to the left.

"We aren't here for you to hurt, and tie up at your whim. We feel,
you know." Kelly looked down at her breasts. Her nipples still
looked sore, swollen. "We aren't here to rape."

He smiled gently.

"This is my world, Kelly. And if I want to put clothespins on you,
or anyone else, I can."

She looked at him for a moment, her eyes soft and sad.

"I know you can, but we hurt. We feel. We get embarrassed. And
humiliated. Even if you don't care. Do you have any idea how hard it
was for me to strip for you?"

He turned, and gently pushed open the door to the adult store. She
sighed, and stepped forward. It took her ten steps to get to where
he was standing holding the door open for her. It should have taken
her two. Pulling gently at her bound wrists, she spoke again as she
passed into the brightly lit store, her voice barely above a
whisper.

"We're human."


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