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From: Crimson Dragon <dcrimsonp@nym.alias.net>
Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [030/157] (MF+, bond, control) {Crimson Dragon}
Date: Sat,  1 Mar 2003 00:10:04 -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 30

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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Karen's leg bent at the knee, a simple attempt to get more
comfortable in her bonds. Kate started, not expecting the movement
of the bound girl. Karen's toes wiggled against the grass.

"Up."

Kate reached down to push herself to her bare feet. She stood face
to face with Karen.

"Why?" Kate whispered.

"Why what?"

"Why were you kissing him?"

Karen paled, tried to shift in her ropes.

"Darren, that shit?"

Kate nodded in response.

"I don't know. He wanted me, and I slipped."

"You slipped."

Karen nodded.

"I didn't know he was like that."

"Me either, me either."

"My breasts hurt, Kate."

"I know. I'm trying to get him to untie you," she shot a meaningful
glance at the man. He ignored her, slipping the gun back into his
waistband.

(Misfire. Please.)

Kate's mind filled with an image of the bullet slamming into Karen's
defenceless knee, and groaned as she pushed it out of her head.

"Karen, I may have to hurt you."

Karen's eyes widened, fear beginning to enter.

"Because I kissed that freak, Darren?"

Kate slowly shook her head. How to explain that if she refused, the
pain would be so much worse for her.

"No. I don't care about that. I don't think either of us want him,
now. No. I may have to hurt you for him."

"Him?"

"The guy with a gun that tied you to that tree? Remember?"

Karen was silent.

Kate continued. "I may have to spank you. Your breasts."

Karen paled again, turning toward the man. "Please," she begged. "My
breasts hurt enough as it is. Please don't."

The gunman stepped forward.

"Hit her," he said.

Kate hesitated. Karen's eyes swam with tears.

"I can't."

"Can't or won't?"

Kate turned and hissed at him.

"Can't. She's in pain as it is. I can't. I can't."

He nodded, as if he'd expected as much.

"Guess I'll find some more cigarettes. Would you like to light them
for me?"

Kate trembled. She raised her right hand, palm extended.

"I'm so sorry, Karen," she whispered.

Karen braced.

In the end, she couldn't do it. Her hand fell, and lightly slapped
Karen's left breast, the tightness of the bound skin like a drum.
Karen cried out, both in discomfort and in surprise that her chest
hadn't exploded in instant agony. Kate's fingers traced the taut
flesh of her friend's breast. Soft skin. Flattened nipple, but
pretty.

Tears rolled down Kate's face.

"Please, I can't."

"Don't hit her again," the man's voice kissed her ear gently.
Kate's fingers continued to caress Karen's bare breast, like a
lover. Kate's clitoris sang for attention, she savagely willed away
the sensation.

(Karen's a GIRL. Stop it.)
(But I want to be there, don't I?)

Slowly, Kate sank to her knees, her finger tracing over the bumps of
ropes around Karen's breasts. Karen gasped. After she had settled
into the grass, Kate buried her face in her hands and wept.

When she looked up, the gunman sat cross-legged watching her. Karen
also watched her, a pained expression on her face.

"You offered to switch places with Karen," the gunman said. "Would
you rather that?"

Kate nodded her head.

"No, Kate," Karen whispered from above.

"You'll be tied to the tree, breasts bound like hers."

Her vagina clenched, but she tried to ignore it.

Slowly, she nodded in agreement to his terms.

"Can I ask you one thing?" she asked.

He nodded in response. He started to get to his feet.

"Why do you want to spank me? Hurt us?"

He smiled.

"I really don't know."

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She watched as he removed the rope securing Karen's bare ankles to
the tree. After Karen's ankles were freed, the bound girl almost
absently stroked at her rope marks with her toes. Kate thought she
heard a small sigh of relief from above her.

He quickly moved behind Kate, while she continued to kneel quietly
in the grass at Karen's feet. Kate moved her hands behind her at his
gentle touch, unresisting.

Her freedom disappeared again as his fingers moved, wrapping ropes
about her wrists. She already missed the simple freedom to move her
own arms.

"You don't need to tie me up, you know," she said.

He shrugged as his fingers continued to wrap her wrists, lashing
them together behind her back.

He grasped her hair lightly, pulling her forward. She shuffled
forward on her knees until she knelt in front of Karen. Karen's
wispy blonde pubic curls filled her view, her nose centimetres from
Karen's sex.

Kate's mouth was exactly at the right height for ... She shivered
remembering her terror at being in this position with Darren. God,
Darren. He was still there, if frozen.

Kate sighed, resigned to her fate. If he wanted her to have sex with
Karen, she would. She wouldn't enjoy it, even dreaded it, but it was
better than the alternative. The image of cigarettes taped to
Karen's breasts remained vivid in her mind. Images of gun blasts
into the bound girl's knees followed, as she pushed out the images
of cigarettes.

If he wanted her to have sex with the girl, she would. She'd have
let him shoot Darren, now, she thought, but Karen, helpless and
naked? She shook her head.

He crouched beside her.

"Kate?"

"I don't want to do this," she murmured. Her earlier words haunted
her.

(I'll crawl for you. I'll strip naked for you. I'll suck
 you. I'll fuck you silly. I'll have sex with HER, if you want. 
 Just let her go. Please.)

"I know," he said gently.

"But you're going to make me anyway."

He nodded, a smile playing about his lips.

(And you're going to enjoy watching me do it, too.)

She shivered, pulling weakly at her bound hands.

"I've never done this before," she whispered.

He shrugged. "You're a girl. You'll figure it out."

She wasn't sure what that meant. She tried to back away. His hand
was there to stop her head from retreating. Karen's musk, clean and
sweet, assailed her nostrils. It didn't revolt her as she had
imagined.

Her groin pulsed again.

(No!)

His voice came from above her kneeling form.

"Spread your legs, Karen."

"Please, no," Karen begged. "I. I can't."

His hand dropped without warning. Kate watched, unable to tear her
eyes away, as his open palm struck Karen's left breast, the flesh
dancing within it's confines. It took a moment for the pain to
travel from the girl's breast to her mind. When it arrived, she
screamed.

"God, no. I'll do it. I'll do it."

He lowered his hand. Karen, crying, pushed her legs apart. Her sex
opened like a flower in front of Kate. The sweet musk of her
increased slightly.

"Please, no," the kneeling naked girl whispered.

He was silent.

A tear traced down Kate's face.

(I'll have sex with HER!)

She could see the white paper from the discarded cigarettes near
Karen's right foot, so innocent, but so compelling.

Kate glanced up imploringly at her captor, finding no more mercy in
his eyes, only a strange anticipation, or compulsion.

(I'll have sex with HER! To save her.)

Kate leaned forward, Karen's fragrance sweet and drawing her closer.


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