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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [029/157] (MF+, bond, control) {Crimson Dragon}
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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 29

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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At the emission of the words, she began to cry. The gunman let her,
for a few minutes. Even Darren stopped goading her.

Eventually, as she knew that she would, she lowered the straps on
her bra. She turned away from Darren as she did so, tears still
falling silently down her face.

"Turn towards him," the gunman said.

She shook her head.

"I'll crawl for you. I'll fuck you. I'll even fuck her, for you. But
I can't. Please."

He was at her ear, his voice whispering.

"Kate. I know it's difficult, but I need you to do this for me."

"Why?" she asked, her voice wavering outside of a whisper.

Darren answered her, from behind. "So I can see you, my sweet."

She turned, her bra still partially covering her breasts.

"Please, shut up, Darren. This is hard enough."

He snapped his mouth shut, but she didn't think it would last long.
The gunman was still beside her when she turned around. Karen's
naked body remained tied to the tree in her line of sight. It
bothered her that she'd be naked in front of Karen, too, but not as
much as Darren.

"Kate, you have to trust me. I need for him to get excited by you,
by your shame, by your nudity."

This time she kept her voice down.

"Please, why?"

"You'll see. I promise it will be all right, and then he'll never
have seen you. Period."

"Easy for you to say."

He smiled, and touched her bare shoulder encouragingly.

"Please," she begged.

He shook his head and moved slowly away from her.

Slowly, Kate turned until she faced her former boyfriend. He
whistled.

Her face flushed, she quickly pushed the straps of her bra from her
arms, releasing her bare breasts. With a single motion, she slipped
her panties down her legs, and over her bare feet. She stepped out
of them, trying to keep her chin up, and the tears under control.

"Fuck," Darren remarked.

(Not if I can help it.)

The gun was beside her ear. Kate cried out, but managed to stay
still.

"Kneel in front of him," the gunman whispered in her ear.

(Her mouth right at the right height for ...)

"Please, no. I'm naked in front of him, isn't that enough?"

"Trust me."

(Trust him????)

She walked close. Darren's eyes weren't on her face.

She dropped, kneeling in front of him. Her mouth fell at exactly the
right height.

"Baby ..." Darren moaned. Then he tore his eyes from her, speaking
to the man with the gun behind her. "Finally saw things my way,
huh?" The gunman didn't say anything. Darren didn't appear to
notice. "I can spank her, too, right?"

"Something like that."

Kate whirled on her knees, scraping across the asphalt, eyes
pleading.

The gunman almost imperceptibly shook his head, motioning for her to
turn around.

"Touch him," the gunman ordered.

Kate shook her head, until the barrel of the gun grazed the back of
her neck. Tears fell without her consent.

She reached up, her fingers brushing at Darren's jeans.

(Oh, God, he's hard.)

She snatched her hand back. The gun pressed harder into her neck.

"Please, I can't," she whispered.

"You can, and you will. Cigarettes," the man whispered cruelly into
her ear. The images filled her head, and she withdrew, ignoring what
her fingers were doing.

(If he makes me unzip his fly, I'll scream.)

Darren was moaning above her, his hips pushing forward against her
palm and fingers. She felt nauseated; had to fight the sureness of
vomiting.

(Please, God, let him finish quickly.)

She felt Darren begin to stiffen beneath her. Ready to explode.

(God, no.)

And then her hands were gently moved away. She let her breath out,
as her captor urged her to get to her bare feet.

When he opened his eyes and realised that his stimulation was
walking away, Darren exclaimed, "Fuck, man, you can't leave me like
this. Please."

The gunman led her inexorably away from Darren. He couldn't see her
nakedness, at least her front. The gunman beside her turned slowly
to face Darren.

"Why not?"

"She's a cock tease, man. Haven't you ever heard of blue balls?" His
hips unconsciously pumped at the air.

The gunman nodded with a smile playing about his lips.

Darren began to sob, hanging in his bonds. Looking over her
shoulder, Kate almost felt sorry for him, but then, when she turned
back around, she wanted to wash her hands for a week.

"You can't do this," Darren whispered.

"Actually, I can, and so can she," the gunman said merrily.

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Darren had fallen strangely silent, as if he'd been returned to a
frozen state.

The grass tickled Kate's bare calves as she knelt quietly at Karen's
feet. Karen had painted her toe nails a bright shade of red to match
her fingers.

After a while, she glanced up. The gunman was watching her, but
didn't seem overly interested in her bare breasts. Kate made no
attempt to cover herself, her hands resting on her thighs. He'd put
her here a few minutes ago, only a few seconds after Darren's moans
had ceased. Kate didn't look back at her former boyfriend over her
shoulder.

Her captor settled to the grass beside her.

"I don't know how long I can kneel like this," she remarked. Her
thighs were already aching from the position.

Ignoring her comment, he touched her right elbow. Kate winced, and
turned her arm so she could see the scrape there. It looked raw, but
it didn't hurt as badly as it looked.

"Looks painful," he said quietly.

Kate nodded.

Karen was quiet above her. Kate looked up at the naked girl tied to
the tree. She was as still as when she'd first seen her, kissing
Darren, a lifetime ago. Even the girl's breasts weren't moving with
her breathing.

(Is she breathing?)

"Is she dead? Are they all dead?" Kate asked.

"Karen? Darren? No. I just slipped them into slower time frames for
a few minutes so we could talk without interference."

"A slower time frame?"

"I collapse the time bubble, form sub-bubbles that move at a
different rate than us. They won't hear or see us until I release
them."

It didn't make much sense to Kate, but she was beginning to
understand the rudimentary basics. He did what he did by
manipulating time.

(Is that possible?)

She glanced up at Karen, her eyes travelling the length of her
bondage. Her eyes rested on Karen's bound breasts.

"You should let her go, you know?"

"Soon."

"I meant untie her, or at least her breasts. Look," and Kate
pointed. "Her breasts are turning colour."

She shivered, imagining her own breasts tied like that. Her
clitoris cried out, and she tried to cover the gasp as she willed
away the arousal that ensued.

(Just a lot to take in today, Kate. Perfectly natural.)
(Is it?)

"Why did you offer yourself?"

"Myself?"

"Instead of Karen? Why would you let me spank you instead?"

(Don't think about that!)
(Because maybe I want to be tied to that tree, instead?)
(No!)

"Because she's my friend, and you were hurting her. I can't watch
that."

(See, that's true, too.)

"What if I made you spank her, instead."

"I wouldn't."

He crabbed across the grass and picked through it. Kate watched him
warily. Presently, he held up the two cigarettes that had been taped
to Karen's breasts earlier. They were about half burned, but
squashed by his foot earlier when he'd released Karen from her
torture. Kate paled.

"See these?" Kate nodded miserably. "I'm going to put them back on
her breasts, light them. She can't stop me."

Kate shook her head, willing back the tears of helplessness.

He pulled the gun out, and pressed the barrel against the bound
girl's bare knee.

"I'm going to shoot her knee. She'll never walk again. Ever seen
the inside of a knee?"

"Please, God, no."

"I haven't either. Shall we find out together."

If felt like her blood had abandoned her face, and collected in her
nipples and clitoris. But her blood roared in her ears. She
shivered uncontrollably.

"Why are you doing this?"

He placed the cold cigarettes across Karen's still toes.

"Will you spank her for me?"

Kate choked back a sob, refused to answer.

"Will you spank her for me?"

Slowly, she nodded. Her voice, not completely under her control,
travelled between them.

"I'll spank her, if that's what you want. Just don't ask me to hit
her hard, please?"

She lowered her head in defeat as he smiled.

"Her breasts?"

Kate looked up sharply. She couldn't remember ever having touched
another girl's breasts except by accident, or in a hug. And then,
never nude, and never with her fingers.

"Her breasts? Are you kidding?"

"Got a problem with that?"

Kate lowered her head. She could see the cigarettes lying innocently
across Karen's bare toes.

"No. I'll spank her breasts. Please, don't make me."

She watched as his fingers flicked the cigarettes to tumble over the
grass like little cancer causing gymnasts.

"You can be a bastard, you know. You didn't have to do that. Didn't
have to make me strip in front of Darren. Didn't have to make me
beg. Didn't have to make me touch ... him." She let the tears go.

He touched her shoulder after a few minutes.

"He's not so happy about it now," he whispered.

"I'm not so happy about it, either. It wasn't your hands touching
him, was it?"

"Would it help if I said I was sorry?"

Kate looked up sharply. He seemed earnest, like a child that wasn't
prepared for the seriousness of breaking the vase but compelled to
touch it anyway.

She nodded slowly.

"I'm sorry for making you touch Darren. I'll make it up to you. I
promise."

Kate looked at him with seriousness in her eyes.

"Will you let me go?"

He grinned.

"You know better than that."

(I suppose that I do.)


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