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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [130/157] (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 130

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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Crystal stood in her former place, her arms extended above her,
lifting her bare breasts, the last pair of handcuffs adorning her
wrists. Kate might have been mistaken, but Crystal seemed to be hung
tighter to the railing than the other girls. To Crystal's credit,
she didn't complain about the treatment, even though she, currently,
was the only one of the four new girls to be lacking her clothing.

The Timeman stood back, surveying the new girls, tapping the gun
against his left hand. Once in a while, he glanced up the corridor,
an expression like that of a fox. Kate again wondered what he was
looking for in this frozen world.

Kate jumped, as he approached her. He addressed her, but the other
girls bound behind could hear.

"How are you all holding up?"

It seemed like such an ordinary question, something one might ask
the bridge club during a mild thunderstorm. Kate swallowed, willing
her voice to remain even and neutral. A scream threatened, but that
would only cause her, and possibly the rest of the girls, grief.
Keep it civil, even when one is tied up and naked. For it truly was
all she had left. She sensed that, today, he might actually grin if
she lost it.

"You mean other than witnessing torture while I'm standing here
naked and tied up like an animal?" she asked, almost pleasantly.

He smiled, as if he were aware of her efforts at keeping calm,
and saw through them.

"Other than that, yes."

"We're alive," Kate said easily. "But you don't need to do this to
them." She nodded towards Crystal, and Wade, and Danielle, and
Pamela. "You don't need to do this."

Ignoring her plea, he tilted his head. His eyes shone, but Kate
couldn't tell if it was anticipation, or sheer madness that burned
there. She hoped that it was anticipation.

"I need to push her," the Timeman said. Kate didn't understand the
statement -- she was reasonably certain that he didn't mean Crystal,
or any of the girls bound behind her.

"Push her?"

The Timeman nodded thoughtfully, then changed tacks.

"Are you ready?"

"Ready for what?"

"Your part in the ending?"

Kate had no idea what he was talking about, but nevertheless, the
answer seemed obvious. She didn't really have any choice. If he
wanted her ready for the ending, then she would be ready. She pulled
vainly at her arms. Perhaps what he had in mind would involve the
release of her aching arms. Please.

Slowly, she nodded, aware that a tear had escaped her eyes, and
traced down her cheek. Almost tenderly, he reached forward and
brushed it from her skin. She didn't flinch, but his touch
frightened her.

He was keeping them all off-balance. She didn't understand why, but
that's exactly what he was doing.

He turned from her and bent to the ever-present blue backpack. He
rummaged in it, finally straightening with something tucked into his
right palm. Kate shivered, suddenly certain that she knew what that
object was. She'd seen it before.

The click and the snap confirmed her fears. In the dim lights of the
mall, a flash of burning light reflected from the switchblade as he
balanced it on his index finger. Every female pair of eyes watched
as he approached Danielle. The girl cringed back, her eyes following
the wicked knife as he came close.

"Please, no," she whispered. "I don't want to die. Not like that."
She rattled the cuffs above her head.

He didn't answer her. He didn't reassure her. He didn't do anything,
until he stopped perhaps a pace in front of her. Kate heard Crystal
praying quietly from the other end of the line, her bare body
shaking.

"If you don't want to be cut, you should stand still," he said
easily. Danielle stood rigidly, like a toy soldier, or a wooden
doll. Perhaps for effect, he trailed the knife down her cheek, from
Danielle's right eye, down her soft throat, and then toying with the
collar of her sweatshirt. She moaned, but managed to do it without
so much as a drawn breath.

"Please, no," she whispered as the knife left her throat.

In one smooth motion, he slipped the knife under her shirt and
pressed downward. A tearing song, like a bed sheet ripping, flowed
across through the corridors. Somehow, the blade had hooked the
girl's bra, and it separated, pale skin peeking between the white
remains of the underwear. Danielle screamed, but didn't move a
muscle. Kate silently applauded her. In her mind's eye, she could
see far too clearly what might have happened, if that knife had
slipped, or Danielle had panicked at the wrong second as the cold
steel kissed her chest.

It only took a moment until the girl stood nearly naked and sobbing,
the knife safely away from her trembling skin. Only her pink
panties remained about her hips, the remainder of her clothing in
tatters surrounding her ankles.

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

One by one, he stripped them, ignoring Crystal's pleas to leave them
alone. Kate knew better than to protest. If he wanted them naked,
they would be naked.

He returned to the pack, emerging with a roll of silver duct tape.
Kate blanched, realising what that meant. She only hoped selfishly
that she would be spared the indignity of the tape. Even though her
body clamoured to join Crystal's ineffective protests, she forced
her lips to remain quiet.

On the way back to the handcuffed girls, he bent and picked up
Crystal's high cut black panties from the floor where she'd dropped
them before he'd made her masturbate.

He approached the blonde girl.

"Open."

Crystal stared at him, and lifted her chin. She shook her head, and
pressed her lips tightly together. Kate closed her eyes, hoping that
Crystal would see the futility of the gesture before someone felt
his wrath. A short scream kissed her ears, and when she opened her
eyes, she could see his fingers grasping Crystal's bare left nipple
twisting, twisting. Tears ran down Crystal's face, and while Kate
watched, she screamed again, her voice small and pitiful. The girl
had risen up on her bare toes to try to avoid the pain, but of
course, that was never effective. Yet, her body still tried. Kate
knew the feeling, and her own nipple throbbed in sympathy.

"Please. It hurts. Please. Please."

Somehow, she managed to stop begging, and opened her mouth wide.
After a moment, he released her nipple, and she sighed, keeping her
mouth open. She closed her eyes, crying as he gently pushed her
panties into her open mouth. When the black fabric had disappeared,
she closed her jaws, holding her panties in her mouth, her eyes
pleading with him.

Almost dispassionately, he stripped a piece of tape from the roll
and placed it across the girl's lips. She moaned, and worked her
jaw, but the tape held. She tried to say something, but he merely
smiled and patted her cheek. Tears rolled down her cheeks, and she
stared quietly down at her bare breasts, or perhaps beyond to her
toes.

He turned to Pamela, and with a smile, held up the knife, touching
her hip. She stood still, and though she cried, she didn't protest
as Crystal had as her panties were secured in her mouth.

Kate closed her eyes, not even watching, as Wade and then Danielle
all lost their primary mode of communication along with their last
shred of modesty, all in one snap of a sharpened blade of steel.
Kate's sex throbbed, and her nipples ached. She could feel her pulse
in her bound arms, and, worse, in her clitoris.

She didn't understand it. The girls' torments really didn't turn her
on, but it was as if her body understood better than her mind that
something was approaching like the inevitable rising of the sun.
Something she couldn't stop, nor control. It was as if the nexus of
the universe, both the new one where she was tied, and the normal
one where she was a typical, if popular, high school student whose
biggest concern was finding better grades, were joining and the
nexus was sucking on her, using her hormones to feed itself.

Christ, she needed to climax, and she was ashamed of that fact,
perhaps more than she hurt from all the other indignities forced
upon her. She wished he would touch her. She wished that he would
force her to lie on the floor, her hips raised, her fingers buried
sweetly between her thighs. Kate moaned, and her voice almost
sounded like the muffled tones emerging from the handcuffed girls by
the firing squad wall.

The end was approaching like the coming of the dawn. Except here --
dawn never broke.

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When she opened her eyes, the now naked girls, three brunettes and a
blonde, stood silently sobbing, their legs bound apart by the
ankles, lined up like an obscene chorus line. Each girl stood
helpless, rising up on her bare toes to lessen the strain upon her
bound wrists, her arms bound above her head, the chains of the
handcuffs wrapped around the newels of the safety railing. Each
naked leg stretched to her neighbour, ankles joined by other
handcuffs, the end girls, Crystal and Danielle, spread using a
length of rope to the railing of the stage staircase to each side of
them. Their vaginal lips spread with their legs, pink splashes
peeking from between their stretched legs in feminine beauty.

Silver sparkles of light reflected from the places where their lips
should have been, only muffled moans emerging from their direction.
Crystal watched the Timeman, her eyes burning almost in defiance
even through the tears running down her cheeks. The other girls hung
their heads, staring at the floor between their spread, bare feet.

He approached Kate, and again she was struck by the lack of emotion
upon his face. He should have been at least as aroused as she, but
he didn't show it, somehow fighting the images as she could not.
Again, she saw something deeper, infinitely more important than the
torment of nine naked girls, etched across his features. She
couldn't understand it, but she dared not ask. She merely stood up
straighter as he approached.

"It's begun," he said simply. Kate nodded slowly, not understanding,
but hoping that he knew what he was doing. She couldn't see the
other girls that she was tied to, but she suspected that his
harshness here was sending them as off-balance as she. In her heart,
she understood that Crystal, and Wade, and Danielle, and Pamela
would be free after this, and as such, their fright, and their
torment were fleeting; it didn't make it any less real. The girls
tied up in front of her were as human as she was, and she acutely
understood what they felt. Kate only hoped that she could endure
whatever it was that the Timeman needed from her. If it was worse
than what Crystal had gone through, Kate wasn't sure that her sanity
would survive, even if her body did. It was that uncertainty that
really frightened her. She willed her body to cease its shaking.

He held up the knife, its edge burning into her memory. She couldn't
help herself, even though she knew her words were useless.

"Please, no. I don't want to be cut," she whispered.

He laughed, and the laugh projected his unease, his worry. It wasn't
a worry for himself -- at least not wholly -- but a worry that
included Kate, Leigh, Nicole, Andrea and Monique. His laugh
enveloped even the girls spread out by the entrance to the movie
theatre that weren't really a part of this.

Kate stood still and closed her eyes, not even daring to breathe.

(Crystal felt like this. Oh, God. Crystal felt exactly this.)

She struggled not to cry out as the blade touched her skin, kissing
her close below her right eye. Her body wanted to shake in pure
fear, but she somehow willed it away -- not the fear, but the
reaction to it. Her muscles remained steady. If she lost an eye
here, she honestly didn't know if that extended to his time control
ability to help. There were no doctors here, no paramedics, no
hospitals. She was here, bound naked in a barren world where her
life, and her sight depended on a steady hand, and her ability to
control her muscles. Time seemed to stand still for her, as much as
for the frozen shoppers by the sale racks. Leigh, or perhaps Andrea,
moaned quietly behind her somewhere.

(Oh, God. Oh, God. Not my eyes. Please.)

And then the knife was gone. No trailing of the point across her
breasts, or down her tummy. No cold sensation as it kissed her bare
skin. It was simply gone. Her voice rose of its own accord.

"Oh, God," she whispered.

She opened her eyes in time to see the knife descending towards her.
Flashes of light, many times more powerful than those reflecting
from the blade, burned into her eyes. Tears sprouted, inexorably
descending to splash from her cheeks to her bare chest, absorbed by
the tightness of the ropes holding her immobile and helpless.

She screamed as the blade came down towards her face.

(He's going to kill me. He's finally going to kill me.)

The thoughts flashed through her mind like fireworks.

(If he kills me here, do I survive? Oh, God.)

At the last second, the knife twisted, searing hot pain turning from
her wet face. It missed her shoulder by millimetres, the image of
his maniacal features grinning floating in front of her blurred
vision, almost like an angel.

The rope around her throat tugged, choking her for a moment, then
clear, unobstructed air flashed down her windpipe. She gasped at it
like a drowning sailor.

Her legs threatened to collapse under her, and she dimly heard him
laugh -- guttural and close, nearly in her ear. When she finally
focused her eyes, she saw him standing there grinning, holding a
short piece of rope in his left hand.

"I wouldn't have cut you," he said simply. "Not yet."

She simply tried to glare at him, but she was sure that it wasn't so
much a glare as a pathetic plea. Her legs felt like Jello, but she
was pretty sure she wouldn't fall. Not yet. While the knife had
descended towards her, she must have pulled desperately upon her
bound arms. They screamed at her with renewed violence. And her
nipples ached. Badly. She lowered her eyes, to regard her prison. A
moan escaped her lips.

The leash still led from the base of her throat to the bench. She
could walk, but not escape. Behind her, a curious lightness radiated
from her shoulder where the rope had continued on to join her to
Leigh. She brought her eyes up. He grinned at her. Nausea
threatened, and she lowered her eyes again.

In his hand, he held the rope that had joined the girls. Kate was
alone, now, disconnected from the warmth of Leigh, and the comfort
that the others provided merely by their proximity.

When she lifted her head again, she watched as he led the bound four
girls, Leigh now leading the pack, towards the entrance, and the
other four naked, waiting girls.


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