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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [057/157] (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 57

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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Kate tried to ignore the sensations racing through her body, the
throbbing pain from her breasts, the dull heat from her groin.

Lisa was nearly at her toes, struggling with her bondage, struggling
to reach the goal in single-minded determination.

It would hurt, but she might be able to stretch forward, her toes a
few precious centimetres towards Lisa. The other girls weren't
close, never would be. Their captor had stopped whipping the others
in an attempt to continue the game. Perhaps, he realised the
futility of the gesture, at this point.

The blonde girl, her hair matted to her head with perspiration, was
crying and shuddering as she tried to move. The ropes were tight
around her limbs, her pulling on them for simple motion rubbing her
wrists and ankles raw. Lisa looked up, her face grateful, knowing
that Kate was trying to help her.

Kate cried out as the cuffs dug harshly into her wrists.

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

Leigh moaned. She had to do it. Tyler was close, so close.

It would hurt, but not as badly as the crop had.

She didn't care about winning -- he would do to her as he pleased no
matter who won the race -- Leigh knew that. But if she could shave
even a few seconds from the race, it would be worth it. Her hands
were numb, now, but her shoulders refused to allow her the luxury of
peace.

Slowly, she lowered herself, twisting her hands, trying for
millimetres. She shuffled her feet against the restricting rope,
putting more pressure on her bound wrists.

She no longer cared if the boys could see her nudity, her pain, her
humiliation. All she wanted was down. Her arms screamed their
protest into her being.

Another three centimetres, Tyler, and all this will be over.

She prayed, stretching her toes, wishing that she was made of
rubber, instead of flesh and bone.

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

With a last effort, Lisa pulled against the ropes, pushing her bound
body forward. Her breasts rubbed uncomfortably against the floor,
her face a mask of concentration.

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

Tyler rocked forward in the motion that she'd learned, but had never
expected to. It hurt her arms, and her ankles, and her bare breasts,
but it moved her forward, and that was all she thought about
anymore. Forward. Forward. Forward.

"Touch me," a girl's voice hissed from above.

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

It was close -- too close. Lisa touched Kate, her lips kissing the
tip of Kate's right toe. Kate slumped in her bonds, hands screaming
at the added weight. Kate didn't care about the pain anymore. It was
simply there, wracking her being until he let her down.

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

Slowly, Lisa rolled, crying out as her body met with the floor,
straining her bonds. Her hands and her feet screamed numbness at
her.

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

Only a moment after, Tyler realised where she was, and obeyed the
voice of the girl tied above her. The other girls weren't even
moving, but she hadn't been punished for their inaction since well
before. She didn't know why, but she was thankful, in a way.

She wearily dipped her head, brunette hair framing her face.

Without being aware of it, she'd rocked even further than was
necessary. She bent her head, and kissed the soft skin of Leigh's
bare foot.

With a sigh, Leigh straightened, her feet moving slightly back, but
not completely out of range.

Impulsively, Tyler kissed Leigh's toes once more before slumping
into her restraints.

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

A quiet, impulsive cheer rose from the audience.

He'd released her ankle from the seat support a while ago, the cuff
still dangling from her right ankle. She was sitting, as he'd asked,
her bare feet in his lap, her arms behind her supporting her, knees
slightly bent, her face turned towards the game.

His fingers idly rubbed her insteps and toes. Instead of pulling her
feet away from his touch, she almost encouraged it, her body
stiffening as he worked the knots from her soles. He must have been
aware of the girls that had given up, the pain and discomfort and
the effort beyond their abilities to endure. But instead of cropping
the helpless females, he had rubbed her toes and feet. It actually
felt nice, but Karen wouldn't tell him that. Instead, she merely
allowed him to concentrate on her feet, and watched the race without
interruption.

He looked up as the cheer washed over them. Lisa's lips touched
Kate's feet, and a moment later, Tyler, (Tyler, wasn't it?), kissed
Leigh's feet, and then bent to kiss them again, to make sure she'd
actually made it.

Karen twisted, and faced him.

His fingers continued to massage her feet gently.

"Who won?" he asked.

Karen bit her lip.

"I really don't know. It was too close."

Slowly, and with a look of regret, he lowered the bare girl's feet
back to the bench and slipped out from beneath her legs.

She pulled her legs up to her breasts and merely watched.

He bent at Tyler.

"You made it," he said to the bound girl.

Breathless, she nodded. Her cheek rested against the floor, and she
pulled weakly at her bound wrists. Her body rose and fell with her
laboured breathing.

"Did I win?" she whispered.

He patted her head, smoothing her damp hair back from her face.

"It was close," he said. "But Lisa touched Kate a second before
you."

Tyler sighed, but didn't protest.

Slowly he rose, and approached Lisa. She lay on her side, her
breathing ragged and quick. She opened her eyes as he sat down
beside the girl.

Softly, he traced her breasts with his finger, following them as
they moved to the rhythm of her breathing.

"You won," he said.

She looked relieved, and exhausted at the same time.

"It's over?"

He nodded. He moved towards her back. She craned her neck to see
what he was doing.

"What are you doing?" she whispered.

"Untying you. That's the prize. The rest of them have to wait until
we've had lunch before I untie them."

Lisa swallowed, her face still a mask of pain and exhaustion.

"If I don't accept the prize?"

He stopped working at the tight knots behind the girl.

"What?"

"Will you untie the rest of them, if I let you leave me tied up like
this?"

"Doesn't it hurt?"

Lisa nodded. "But they are hurting worse than I am. I'll give up my
prize if you untie the rest of them."

He rose to his knees and then moved around to face Lisa.

"I'll give the prize to Tyler, if you want."

Lisa closed her eyes.

"Not all of them? Please?"

He slowly shook her head. It was obvious that she didn't understand.

"All right, Tyler is better than none. She almost won, didn't she?"

"It was close. That's why I'll let you trade with her."

Lisa nodded. "But don't tell her, okay?"

"She might have heard already. I already told her that you'd won."

Lisa sighed. "Then untie all of us?"

He smiled and smoothed her hair back out of her face.

"We won't be long for lunch."

"Not long for you. You're not hog-tied like an animal."

"You'll survive."

Lisa sighed, and tried to shift her position. Her strength had fled
her, and she stopped struggling after a moment.

"It's over, isn't it?" Lisa asked.

He nodded and rose to his feet. He walked over to the bound brunette
lying at Leigh's feet.

"I was mistaken. You won," he whispered.

As he worked at the knots, Tyler moaned.

"I didn't, did I? Lisa won."

"She traded with you."

Tyler twisted, trying to get her hands and ropes from his grasp. All
she succeeded in doing was wrenching a shoulder. She cried out, then
began to weep.

"I can't. She won."

He stopped untying her. A loose piece of rope dangled from her
wrists, but not enough to free her.

"Tyler. She wanted you to have this. And I'm not fooling around
anymore. I need some lunch, and you are getting untied."

Tyler looked up. "But ..."

"Another word from you, and I'll begin to get angry. When I get
angry, I start to use crops on bound, naked, girls."

He was bluffing -- he wouldn't punish the girls any more than
leaving them all bound around the court, but he didn't want to hit
them anymore. They'd suffered enough. The urges satisfied for now.

The soft touch of Karen's bare feet remained in his fingertips, and
he didn't want to sully that with the stinging of the crop, and
screaming. He was tired. God, so tired.

A girl moaned, maybe Anne.

"Now," he said reasonably, "will you accept the prize, Miss Tyler?"

She chose her words carefully. "If you won't give it back to Lisa,
and the choice is that everyone else gets hurt more?"

He nodded.

"What if I ask you to leave me tied up, then?" she asked quietly.

He sighed. "I just might, but it doesn't accomplish anything."

Tyler sighed, pulling at her still bound hands. The small snake of
rope tickled her thigh with her movement.

"It does to me," she whispered. "If you aren't going to let us all
free, I don't want to be free either."

He nodded, as if he expected it, and slowly returned the free rope
back around her left wrist and ankles.

He kissed the top of her head.

"You are a courageous girl, Tyler."

The naked, and hog-tied, girl sighed, and relaxed as best she could.

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

Her knees were weak, but she didn't fall. Her shoulders screamed
protests into her as her arms finally lowered from reaching for the
basketball net, so far above her head.

Kate groaned, stabs of arousal flowing through her incredibly.

He stood smiling beside her, ready to support her if necessary.

"That hurt," she whispered.

"Where?"

"My biceps, my shoulders, my damn wrists."

Kate winced as she massaged the deeply marked skin at her wrists.

He knelt down at her feet, running his hand over Lisa's skin while
he was down there. The bare girl didn't protest the touch, but
didn't seem thrilled by it either. Soon, the rope left Kate's
ankles. She tried to step forward, nearly fell.

"And my calves."

"Calves?"

"I was rising up to try to take the pressure off my hands."

"Oh," he said. He reached for her elbow, and she allowed herself to
be led away from Lisa. Without trouble, Kate followed, twisting
through the scattered hog-tied girls. The gym was strangely silent,
except for the heavy breathing of the six bound girls on the floor.

Kate glanced up at the bleachers as they crossed the basketball
court. The audience had been refrozen, or more correctly, slipped
into a slower time frame. The guy who had knocked himself out trying
to attack the gunman still lay chained to the bench, and the others
remained silent and frozen watching the unusual game that he'd
forced the girls to play.

The remainder of the basketball teams sat frozen against the change
room wall.

Kate and her captor stopped in front of Leigh.

"Please let me down," Leigh begged almost in a whisper. "I'll do
whatever you want. My wrists."

To be fair, the girl looked like she might have been tied a little
tighter and stricter than Kate had been.

He worked at the knots at her wrist chain, and unlike Kate, she came
tumbling out once the rope support had been released. Kate stepped
forward, and caught the sobbing, naked girl. Unable to hold her up
with her hands handcuffed, Kate knelt and lowered Leigh until the
girl's head rested in her lap. With her bound hands, she brushed
Leigh's hair, listening to her moan.

"It'll be all right," Kate whispered. "We'll survive. I promise."

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the gunman rise, and head back
towards the bleachers. Kate continued to stroke Leigh's hair gently,
finally calming the girl.

"It hurt. It hurt. It hurt," Leigh whispered.

"I know it did, sweety. I know."

"He hit me."

"A number of times."

"My hands hurt. And my legs."

Kate continued to brush at the girls hair, not knowing what else to
do. Hopefully, Leigh would regain her mental balance before the
gunman returned for them.

After a time, she moaned.

"I'll be all right."

Kate smiled gently. "Yes, you will. We're still alive, aren't we?"

Carefully, Kate raised Leigh's head, and lowered her to the floor.
Leigh protested, but Kate pushed her back, and moved, like a crab,
to Leigh's bare feet. She had no idea if she'd be punished for it,
but she didn't much care anymore. Even with her hands restricted,
she managed to work the knots at Leigh's ankles free.

Leigh stretched her legs, oblivious to her sudden exposure. It was
all right, Kate supposed. The audience had finally been silenced.
She glanced towards the bleachers.

He was sitting beside Karen, stroking her bare thigh, watching Kate
from a distance. Karen seemed to be quietly accepting his touch of
her body. Kate was glad he was gone; his absence was almost
certainly helping Leigh's recovery. Silently, she thanked her friend
for allowing the gunman distraction, without protest. Idly, she
wondered just how much he did understand of the women that he'd
captured.

Tyler, the girl who'd given up her freedom, whispered quietly. "Is
she going to be okay?"

Leigh answered, talking to the rafters very high above the girls.

"I think I'll be fine, Tyler. I think I'll be fine. If my wrists,
and legs would stop hurting."

Leigh rolled, and pushed herself with her handcuffed hands to a
hands and knees position. Slowly she rocked back until she was
kneeling, her thighs against her calves. Leigh inhaled sharply, her
face a mask of pain redirected, but at last, she turned back towards
Kate.

"Thank-you," Leigh whispered.

Kate smiled, wanted to hug the girl, but with her hands bound, there
was no way.

"You're welcome," she said.


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