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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [035/157] (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 35

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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Like a gentleman, he held the door for her. But it wasn't because he
was a gentleman, it was because she was completely incapable of
opening the door herself with her hands bound behind her, and
carrying his pack of toys.

Instead of walking through the open door, she balked, swaying
unsteadily on the last step.

"What?" he asked. She was somewhat surprised that he simply didn't
pull the gun from his waistband and order her in. It had taken some
begging to get him to put the damn thing away, but in the end, he'd
acquiesced and returned it to the relative safety of his pants.

"That's my school," she whispered.

"So?" He honestly didn't understand why she might be uncomfortable
walking amongst her friends and teachers, even if they were frozen
in time, while handcuffed, naked, and scared.

She'd walked through these doors, in freedom, so many times. So many
times.

"Please. Let me dress. You've had your fun with me. We could walk
back, I could get dressed. I'll stay with you, if you want. Tie me
up, I don't care. But it's my school. My friends. I. I don't want to
go in there naked. Please."

"Karen was your friend, wasn't she? And Darren?"

Kate shuddered. "Karen was naked too, and Darren ..." her voice
trailed off.

"He'd seen you naked before?"

Kate shook her head vehemently. "I know they can't see me, but ...
you might let them see me."

He smiled, but didn't deny it. Slowly, he stepped out into the
sunshine and let the door close with a quiet whoosh. He joined Kate
on the top step.

"Sit down, Kate."

She obeyed, somewhat relieved that the weight of the pack had
settled onto the concrete behind her as she sat. The concrete felt
odd against her bare backside.

He was silent for a moment, but then spoke to her.

"It's normal, you know?"

"Normal?"

"Getting aroused by all this."

Kate shook her head, denying the accusation, but then slowly changed
to nodding. Tears began, and she couldn't brush them away. He did
for her, and she sniffled.

"I don't want to be aroused. My body ... just does it."

He nodded, his eyes glazed as if remembering another woman and
another time. Kate's voice continued, slowly and haltingly.

"You strip me. You tie me up. You hit me, for God's sake, and I get
aroused? It's not normal. I don't want this."

He sighed, and broke himself out of his trance, or whatever it was.
He leaned back against his hands.

"Normal? What is normal? I don't know. But you are under stress, in
a weird world, Kate. I can't let you go. Not now. And you'll fight
it, I know you will, but it is normal. For you. You may not know it
yet, but it is. You'll find yourself as we move along."

She didn't like the sound of that. Not at all.

"I don't want to know."

"I know you don't. I know."

He brushed her cheek, with a true tenderness. Her nerves jangled.
Her nipples came alive again, and her clitoris sang.

(No.)

She sighed, and pulled against the handcuffs. The reminder of her
vulnerability only increased her arousal.

(Control.)

Slowly, she climbed to her feet. He remained on the step, looking up
at her.

"Kate?"

"Yes?"

"You'll be okay. I promise."

She doubted that. She doubted if she would ever be able to go back
to the innocent seventeen year old that had torn up leaves by
herself in the front yard of a school.

Slowly, she nodded.

He picked up the backpack and pressed the loop of canvas back into
her right fingers. She gripped it.

"I think I can go in now."

He nodded, and opened the door for her again. This time, she stepped
through.

                         <---===***===--->

The marble of the corridors seeped coolness into the soles of her
bare feet. Confidently, she walked ahead of him, the pack bumping
against her thighs.

It felt odd to be barefoot in the school, more so than being naked
and handcuffed. As she passed a group of boys that couldn't be much
out of grade ten, she blushed. If they were alive, and could see
her? Kate Robertson walking in school like that?

She nearly stopped, but instead turned to face him, walking backward
for a moment. The corridor was clear behind her, and she knew that
she wouldn't bump into anything.

"I can't do this."

He smiled.

"Of course, you can. Remember the cigarettes?"

She paled and turned back around. She'd nearly reached the end of
the corridor.

"Where are we going?"

"Show me around."

She had no idea why or what he wanted, but she paused in front of a
door painted green.

"That's my English class."

He turned the knob and poked his head into the classroom. Kate could
see another class watching the blackboard and a teacher that was out
of view.

"If I wanted you to give every boy a blow job that was in there?"

Kate shuddered. The cigarettes floated in her vision. She glanced at
her bare breasts, and shivered again.

"Please, I don't want to do that."

"Every girl an orgasm?"

Karen's sex, and her taste resurfaced in Kate's memory.

"If you made me, I would. Okay? You made me say it. But I'd rather
not. Please."

He smiled and closed the door quietly.

He nodded, and pointed her onwards.

"That's math, in there."

The door was painted the same awful green that all the doors in this
school were.

He motioned her to his side. She walked back, and stood beside him.
Idly, he stroked the underside of her right breast. She flinched,
and then allowed him to do it. It didn't even seem as if he was
aware of what his fingers were doing, and if he wanted to touch her,
there was precious little she honestly could do about it. *She* was
aware of his touch, or at least her body was. Her body wanted the
touch, much as her mind balked at the idea. She moaned
involuntarily.

Her small sound seemed to break his concentration, and he quickly
opened the math room door, almost with a blush on his face. The
fleeting touch of his fingers abandoned her breast. This time, he
stepped into the class room, and Kate followed.

At his motioning, she stood up at the front of the class, shivering.
She couldn't help imagining what she would look like if the class
had been alive.

The class seemed to be in the midst of dismissal. The teacher, a
young woman, Miss Chambers, if Kate remembered correctly, strode
back towards her desk. The students were frozen in a variety of
poses, all rising from their desks or speaking to one another. Kate
tried to ignore them.

The clock on the wall read 12:17:24.

"Who's this?"

Kate snapped her attention back to her captor. He was standing
beside a tall, slim, brunette girl, about Kate's age, caught in the
middle of rising from her desk. The girl had a worried, and rushed,
expression on her face. Yes, she was from Kate's grade, but they ran
in different circles. Kate searched her memory. Leanna? Lisa?

Leigh.

Leigh Cook.

With the name, recognition flooded into Kate. The girl was at the
top of the class, didn't have to try hard to get her marks. Smart.
The girl would breeze into university without trying.

Kate squinted, inspected the other girl. She was pretty in her own
way. Not beautiful, her breasts weren't huge, but she was tall and
leggy and well proportioned for her height. Perhaps if she wore
something more revealing than the baggy sweater and loose jeans?

Why was he interested in Leigh? Karen was far more attractive, at
least in a standard model-ish way, and she was naked sitting in the
grass out back, available, and close.

"You aren't going to wake her, are you?"

He shrugged. "Do you know her?"

"Of her. She's the class brain, doesn't try real hard, and gets
great marks. What's not to hate?"

"You don't like her?"

Kate sighed. "I didn't say that. I don't really even know her. I
doubt if I've even ever spoken to her. She keeps mostly to herself."

"What's her name?"

Kate hesitated. But the girl's name didn't seem worth punishment.

"Leigh. Leigh Cook. But she won't be your type. Trust me."

He regarded Kate for a moment and smiled.

"What's my type?"

That took Kate back for a moment. Then she found her tongue and
whispered, hoping that it was the right answer.

"Girls like Karen. Aren't the Karens of the world every man's
dream?"

The gunman slowly shook his head with a hint of a smile.

"Why is Karen tied to a tree out back, then?" he asked slowly.

The implied question raced through Kate's mind.

(And why are you here?)

Kate didn't have an answer to that one.

"Don't you find Karen attractive?"

He nodded. "Attractive, yes. She's gorgeous, but that isn't all
there is to a woman. Every woman has her own beauty."

Kate swallowed. She nodded in agreement. No, pretty skin and large
breasts weren't all there was to a woman. She glanced down. Her
skin was rather exposed, wasn't it?

(So why strip us at all, then?)

(Control?)

Kate ran her eyes over Leigh again. True, she wasn't Karen, or Kate
herself, but she glowed with a certain beauty. Kate shivered. Leigh
would look just fine naked, she thought before tearing her eyes from
the girl.

With a sigh, he moved away from Leigh, without waking her. Kate let
her breath out in a slow exhalation of relief.

Catching her elbow, the gunman propelled Kate back towards the
doorway. They passed through to the eerily silent hall leaving Leigh
in peace.

                         <---===***===--->

They had to pass through the gymnasium to get to the cafeteria. Kate
cringed. The current class in there was a female class. The girls
were playing basketball, while some from the finished boys class
watched from the bleachers.

The gunman glanced around with some interest.

"Stay here."

Kate planted her bare feet against the hardwood, and watched as he
walked towards the lady's change room.

Typical male.

He emerged a moment later, a smile on his face. Kate didn't like
that smile, but began to walk again as he caught up to her.

"Interesting," he mused.

"What is?"

"There were some girls in the shower."

"Pig."

She immediately paled, expecting a cuff, but it didn't come.
Instead, he was laughing.

"The world is mine," he remarked. "I can afford to be a pig. But
that isn't what was interesting."

Kate wanted to ask, but didn't. Instead, she merely remarked: "Oh."

As they left the gym, he glanced back at the basketball team.

Kate continued to walk, until he caught up again.

                         <---===***===--->

The cafeteria was full, and the old fear of exposure shuddered
through her as she stepped into the teeming room. But they all
remained frozen at their tables, in line, and talking in groups,
ignoring the naked and bound girl preceding the clothed guy walking
behind. Kate saw two guys and a girl preparing to play some cards at
one of the first cafeteria tables.

"Food any good in here?"

Kate nodded. "Not bad. Stay away from the hamburger, though."

He nodded, taking a quick survey of the room.

Kate's stomach grumbled. She didn't know how long she'd been in this
world, but it had been lunchtime when she had wandered out to her
tree before all this happened. She hadn't been hungry then, but
she'd been stressed since, to put it mildly.

She hadn't asked the man for anything. Not really. She risked it.

"Sir?"

He turned. He had been gazing into a blonde girl's face. The girl
might have been fifteen, or maybe fourteen.

Instead of asking her question, Kate whispered.

"She's too young. You can't be serious. She's not even out of
puberty."

There wasn't a damn thing she could do about it, if the bastard
chose to rape a fourteen year old, but she'd try. Dammit, she'd try.
Her legs weren't bound. She'd kick, and kick, and ...

He had a weird smile on his lips, almost mocking her.

"I thought I'd get you to fuck her."

"Oh God. I ..."

He laughed then.

"She's too young. Even you're too young, Kate. How old are you
anyway?"

"Seventeen," she answered automatically. His eyebrows rose just a
touch. Surprised him, Kate thought smugly. She knew that she looked
older -- even with her clothes off.

He nodded then, and whistled.

"You took a lot for being only seventeen."

For some reason, a wave of pride galloped through her. She nodded.
Dismissing her, the gunman returned to poking through the crowd.

"Sir?" Her voice wavered. He looked up again. This time from a
teacher. Kate shuddered, but continued. "I'm hungry."

He smiled.

"Actually, I am too."

Relief washed over Kate. Her stomach growled again. He wasn't going
to deny her food.

He continued, dashing her hopes.

"I've been here a lot longer than you, and I can hold off for a
while."

A tear slipped down her face. This was the first thing that she'd
asked for outside of begging to get out of torture. His simple
refusal cut her. Anger, unexplained and hot, rose in her.

"I've done everything for you. Co-operated. Let you tie me up.
Carried your stupid pack. Even had sex for you. Just a little food
is all I want, you fucked up bastard. I'm hungry."

He smiled and walked back to her. His runners touched her bare toes.
For a second, she thought he was going to step on her feet, grind
them beneath his shoes. She didn't care. Her angry eyes flashed at
him.

He touched her cheek. She twisted away from him. She was angry, but
fear stabbed at her, her breathing ragged.

"I should punish you for that little outburst."

Her anger fled. Images of cigarettes, and branches, and ropes
flitted through her mind. She paled, and whispered, "Please no. I'm
sorry. I'll wait."

He nodded as if he understood. She still expected a sharp slap,
perhaps into her breasts.

"I'm sorry," she whispered again.

Without a further word, he propelled the crying girl towards the
entrance. Her shoulder opened the doors and she stumbled back
through the gym, through the basketball girls, and out into the
corridor on the other side.


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