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From: Crimson Dragon <dcrimsonp@nym.alias.net>
Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [028/157] (MF+, bond, control) {Crimson Dragon}
Date: Wed, 26 Feb 2003 18:10:05 -0500
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IMPORTANT NOTE:

Sometimes life gets hectic, and posting a chapter a day can
get ... heavy, even for a Dragon. And so, I find myself
in need of a short break. I will continue to post this
week, until Chapter 30. And then, I will disappear, like
smoke before a gale.

I'll resume posting Chapter 31 on March 10th, both here
and on my website. I hope everyone understands. Even Dragons 
need to maintain sanity. 

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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 28

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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Dazed, Kate forced herself to stop screaming. Her elbow screamed at
her, instead. She was sure that she'd broken the skin, but the arm
felt whole. Her left hand pressed into the raw skin there.

Darren straightened, cursing, his left hand still restrained to the
conduit. His right ear dripped wet and crimson with blood.

Kate took stock of herself. Not her blood.

A drip traced down Darren's neck to pool near the collar of his
shirt. A chunk of the wall was missing only a few centimetres from
the side of his head. Strangely, Kate noticed a small fragment of
brick lying beside her left knee.

Karen, still tied to the birch, was sobbing uncontrollably, tears
falling to her bound breasts.

"You fucking asshole, you could have killed me," Darren shouted
hysterically.

The gunman lowered the gun, smoke still issuing forth from the
barrel. He stepped forward until he stood in front of Darren.

Darren spat at him. The saliva stopped mid-air. Darren finally
stopped cursing, and stared at it in wonder.

The gunman slipped to the side, and watched as the spittle sailed
harmlessly by his shoulder to land on the pavement.

Without another word, the gunman drove his free left hand into
Darren's abdomen. Darren doubled over as much as his bound wrist
would let him, a strange whoosh issuing from his lips.

He gasped at the air like a fish out of water.

Carefully, the gunman lifted Darren's right hand by the dangling
cuff that Kate had placed there and attached it easily to the
conduit to join Darren's restrained left hand.

Darren finally looked up.

"We. We could have been partners," he gasped.

Without another word, the gunman turned towards Kate, kneeling down
on the concrete. He touched her face.

"Are you all right?"

Kate's fingers rose to touch her throat where Darren had choked her.
Then her nipple, and finally her elbow in quick succession. She
slowly nodded.

The Timeman grasped her good elbow, and helped Kate to her feet. She
swayed there for a moment, the world spinning, but after she blinked
a few times the world righted itself.

"I've been hurt worse."

She realised that her ears were ringing.

He nodded, guiding her in front of Darren.

Darren looked at her with a mixture of distaste, pain, and jealousy.

"Fucking bitch. Why are you protecting her? Want her for your
fucking self?"

He wasn't addressing her, but the gunman standing behind her.

"I haven't choked her, haven't torn her nipples from her body."

Darren's lips sneered into a grimace.

"But you will. I know you." He nodded towards Karen. "What about
the fucking cigarettes? You would have *burned* her." His eyes
glassed over. Kate wasn't sure, but she thought she could see his
erection growing as he talked.

The gunman spoke slowly and quietly.

"Can you send her back?"

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"I didn't think so."

Darren shut up, confusion finally taking hold.

"What the fuck are you going to do to me, now, dickhead?"

The Timeman smiled; Kate caught it from the corner of her eye. She
glanced back at Karen. The naked girl had managed to stop screaming,
silence beginning to infiltrate the world again. She still sobbed
once in a while, but her eyes were fixed on the proceedings here.

Kate returned her attention to Darren.

"... apologise to Kate," the gunman finished.

Darren looked up.

"Apologise? To that bitch?"

Kate couldn't figure out why he was so angry with her. She hadn't
shot him. She had barely spoken to him.

The gunman walked forward until he stood nose to nose with her
former boyfriend. How could she ever had liked this guy?

Kate watched as the gun was placed into Darren's shoulder.

"Ever felt a bullet entering your shoulder? Knowing that it will
never quite work the same ever again?"

Darren paled, and his bravado dissipated.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

"To her," the gunman said.

Kate stood quietly, shaking her head slowly.

"I'm sorry," Darren said, though his words belied his stance. He
nearly spat the words at her.

Nodding, the gunman lowered the weapon from Darren's shoulder and
sent another fist into his gut.

"Fuck," Darren sputtered as he collapsed, struggling for breath
again.

"You didn't have to hurt him like that," Kate said as he approached
her.

"I would have thought that you'd appreciate it."

Kate shrugged. She couldn't figure her captor out.

"He's just an idiot," she whispered, "he doesn't know better."

The gunman raised his eyebrows. "No, I guess he doesn't."

Kate waited for a moment, her fingers massaging her injured breast.

Ignoring Darren for the moment, the gunman turned to Kate again.

"Are you ready?"

"Ready for what?" she asked guardedly.

"Ready to strip?"

Kate paled.

"Strip?"

"Before macho boy over there interjected, I think we were going to
remove your clothing, remember?"

Kate glanced back at Karen, still tied to the birch tree. She
sighed.

"You still want to do that?"

He smiled, nodded. "The plan has just changed a little."

"You're still going to spank me?"

"A little."

"Oh, God."

The gunman stepped back, regarding her from a slight distance.

"Please," Kate spoke. "Not in front of him."

"Why not?"

She considered that a moment. She could feel Darren's anticipation,
his eyes on her body. Even if he couldn't hurt her, yet, he
definitely wanted to see her.

"You have to ask?"

"He won't remember it, after I release him."

"I will."

The gunman nodded, considering that for a moment.

"Kate? We had a deal, remember?"

She sighed. She'd live, she supposed.

"I told you that I'd strip before I knew that you were going to let
him see me. Please. Just let him go, and I'll take my clothes off
for you. I'll do anything for you. I said I would."

He smiled.

"I want you to take your clothes off in front of him."

She choked back the threatening tears. Karen's voice floated weakly
from the other side of the pavement.

"You don't have to do this, Kate. Not for me. I'll manage. Somehow."

Kate turned towards Karen, her friend pulling against her bonds.
Yes, she'd manage, because she'd have to. Her mind filled with
images of Karen's breasts, cigarettes taped to them, and not only
two near the nipples. She shook her head.

Her fingers rose to her throat, beginning to unbutton the clasps
there. Soon, her shirt hung open, loose on her shoulders. She tried
to ignore Darren, concentrating on her captor's face. He was
watching her eyes, not her emerging bra.

She couldn't help the single tear, but managed to slip her blouse
and her skirt to the ground quickly. She hesitated, knowing that he
wouldn't show her mercy.

"Come on, bitch, show us the skin," Darren hissed.

She flushed. The gunman raised the gun, aiming at Darren.

"Please, no, he didn't mean it," Kate whispered.

The gunman looked at her strangely. Kate knew that Darren had meant
exactly what he had said, but there wasn't much she could do about
it.

The gunman lowered the gun with a smile. Kate didn't like the look
of that smile, but again, not much she could do about it, not right
now, half-naked, and at the wrong end of a gun.

"Shoes, too?"

She could have guessed the answer. Somehow, she would feel more
naked in bare feet, and she suspected that the gunman knew that.
With a sigh, and not even waiting for the answer, she pushed her
worn runners from her feet to the asphalt. It felt weird standing
there in her stocking feet. The pavement was warm, though, heated by
the spring sun.

"Take it off," Darren sang merrily.

She turned, her hands finding her hips. It struck her that in
moments, that cloth covering her privates, and her hips, would soon
be with her shoes.

"Can't you shut up?" she hissed at the bound boy.

Kindly, the voice of her captor floated to her.

"Kate? Ignore him. Just continue ..."

She turned away from Darren, who had been emboldened by the lack of
response from the gunman.

"Kate. Kate. Take it all off, Kate," he sang.

She wondered if he'd gone insane.

Sighing, she bent to pull her socks off. The soles of the socks were
already soiled from her standing shoeless on the pavement. She
stepped down on one foot, the pavement rough against her bare skin.
Nearly overbalancing, she managed to pull the other sock from her
left foot.

In a spate of anger, she tossed the sock at Darren. It struck his
chest and fell at his feet, like a white, dead snake. He laughed,
and she flushed at the ineffectual gesture.

She hesitated at her underwear. People had seen her in bikinis all
the time. Skin is a weapon. But after this, she couldn't pretend to
be at the beach any longer.

"Please," and she forced the term from her mouth again, "Sir, No
further. I'll strip for you. But Darren ... please don't make me do
this."

He waved the gun towards her.

"I could continue with Karen, if you'd like. She's already naked in
front of him."

Darren laughed, almost dancing in anticipation.

She turned towards Darren.

"I should have let him shoot you."

"Fuck off, bitch, and strip," Darren shot back.

"I hate you," she whispered.


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