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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [131/157] (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 131

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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Kate watched as Leigh lowered herself to her knees. The coarse rope
dangled from her throat, between her breasts, as he released his
grip on it. The other girls, Andrea, and Monique and Nicole
followed, Nicole crying out in pain as something inside of her
pulled at the awkward position.

"Let Nicole out," Leigh begged, her voice floating across the
corridor. "She can't do whatever you have planned for us."

Kate closed her eyes. From her vantage point, it was frighteningly
obvious what the girls were going to have to do. Leigh looked like
she understood all too well what was going to be expected of her,
though she also looked like she would gladly do it, if only it would
be over soon. Pain and discomfort pinched at Leigh's normally clear
face. Leigh's mouth hovered at the level of Crystal's spread legs,
though she was turned from the sight of the other girl while she
pleaded with the Timeman.

"She's down," the Timeman muttered.

"She's hurt. Don't you remember Maurice? He kicked her? Broke her
ribs? Do you want to be like him?"

That seemed to rattle the Timeman, and he turned from Leigh. Kate
lowered her eyes for a moment, unease flowing through her. The
comparison to Maurice, Nicole's father, had occurred to her, too.
With this latest treatment of the girls, he was becoming harsher,
almost desperate. Hurting them without thought, without seeming
purpose, though Kate sensed something below the surface. If there
was purpose, she thought, it might make it all more bearable. But if
there was purpose, the Timeman wasn't sharing. Slowly, he turned his
eyes back to the kneeling, naked brunette. She shied away from his
gaze.

"I understand it's hard, Leigh. Believe me. But it's necessary."

"Maurice probably thought that, too," Leigh whispered.

A nagging thought pummelled Kate. She knew that Leigh was merely
trying to turn the tables, rattle the rattler, but underneath, she
sensed that Leigh knew as well as she did that the Timeman was
fundamentally different than the monster who had hated them merely
because they had breasts and vaginas. The Timeman didn't hate the
girls. He was merely doing what needed to be done. Kate sensed it,
more than ever, perhaps the knife flashing towards her and
harmlessly turned bringing the knowledge to her. He was protecting
them. From what, she had no idea. But she hoped that the danger
reared soon, or they might not survive his protection.

He sighed, and crouched beside Leigh. He whispered something to her,
that perhaps only Crystal above could hear. Her eyes widened a
little, and Leigh sighed. Without further protest, she turned to
face Crystal's bare skin. Down the line, Andrea, Monique and Nicole
did the same, as if each girl knew what she'd have to do -- no
matter how much each didn't want to perform this.

- From the far end of the line, Nicole's voice lilted.

"Leigh. It's all right. I'll be fine. Honestly. I don't want special
treatment. I can do it."

Leigh nodded slowly, and then turned once more to the Timeman.

"If we are going to do this for you, can you at least untie our
arms? We aren't going to fight you, or run. We can't. Please?"

He slowly shook his head. Kate could have predicted that response.
Whatever danger he saw, it required that the girls be secure. She
didn't know why, but even if he wanted to free them, he wouldn't.
Somehow, it was for their own protection. Until the danger
presented, the girls would remain tied, and uncomfortable.

"You can be a real bastard," Leigh said. With that, she turned back
to Crystal, but not before Kate saw the tears shining in her eyes.

He smiled and nodded, then turned away from the group of eight naked
and bound girls.

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

Kate watched him warily as he approached her, wanting to back away,
knowing that the damnable rope would keep her steadily near the
bench. Her toes curled in towards the floor, drawing comfort from
its unmoving stability.

"It's time," he whispered.

Kate closed her eyes and nodded. She sensed as he moved behind her,
felt the numbness of pressure only as his fingers worked at the
knots behind her back.

"Ahhhh," she sighed as the ropes fell from her wrists and arms. She
made no attempt to move against him, she'd run into enough frozen
walls to know better. Instead, when the last of the ropes left her
skin, she lowered her arms, as though they were made of wood.
Memories of the morning, after lying on bound arms all night
awakened in her memory. Slowly she shook her head as if denying what
she knew was about to happen to her.

He led her, almost gently, by her throat towards a large tiled
pillar set in the middle of the concourse. It wasn't far from the
other girls, and he set her back to it. She didn't resist, actually
enjoying the sensations of the cool tile against the bare skin of
her back. The eight naked girls remained nearly motionless and
silent. Only Crystal's eyes followed Kate's small movements near the
pillar. Around Kate, silent pedestrians ignored her, some moving
towards stores, some moving away.

Kate closed her eyes and drew in breath with a hiss. It had begun,
as she had feared. Even without movement, the numbness in her arms
was rapidly fading, replaced at first by pleasant tingles, but
moving forward like a locomotive, driving bolts of searing pain into
her nerves. Her body rebelled against the restraints, screaming at
her that the human body hadn't been designed for such motionlessness
and discomfort.

Kate squeezed her eyes shut, feeling tears bursting free.

(Don't scream. Don't scream. He wants that. Don't scream.)

She could feel his fingers reaching for her right wrist.
Automatically, she tried to twist away, the brushing of his fingers
leaving burning fire across her skin. Bolts of pain, like lightning,
raced up her arm, shooting into her mind.

She couldn't stop it. A scream, guttural and deep, emerged from her
lips. Somewhere, someone was killing a woman, torturing her to
death, her cries making Kate cringe. Her mind was red with pain. And
still he pulled at her arms, ignoring her pathetic cries.

"Please, no. Give me a minute," she managed to rasp out. But he
moved her hand again, against the fire, and she began to scream
again. Dimly, she was aware of Leigh calling, screaming, too,
begging him to stop killing someone named Kate.

(Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.)

And then the kiss of ropes, wrapping her fiery wrists. Pulling,
tightening. Her body screamed out for relief, and as if her mind had
finally listened, the tingles began to recede from her hands, her
fingers, her forearms. Liquid metal began to turn back to simple
coolness.

Kate swallowed, perspiration running down her face, mixing with her
involuntary tears. She willed her throat to stop screaming and it
finally agreed to the commands of her brain. Somewhere, a voice
still screamed though, the words more coherent than Kate's own.

"Please, can't you let her be. You're killing her. Killing her.
Killing her."

Kate stared through the blur of tears, and saw Leigh, twisted from
Crystal, her voice rising almost hysterically.

"Leigh," Kate whispered. But the girl continued, her voice rising
almost into incoherency edging into madness.

"Killing her. Killing me. Please, stop this. Please. We're just
fucking girls. We don't deserve this. I don't want to lick her. I
don't. I don't. I don't."

Leigh paused for a moment, drawing breath. The Timeman slowly
continued to bind Kate to the pillar, ignoring Leigh, his mind
elsewhere, his expression blank. Kate suspected that he hadn't even
been aware of the screaming mad girl beyond what he was doing to her
- -- Kate's pain merely a curious thing, like a caged tiger in a zoo.

"Leigh," Kate shouted, her voice also edging towards insanity. She
swallowed, blinking away the tears of pain as the pins and needles
fled her arms. "Stop. Please, Leigh. Stop." Her voice seemed to
calm, Leigh, somehow, and Leigh clapped her mouth shut with an
audible snap. "I'm not dying. It was only pins and needles. Only
pins and needles."

"He was killing you."

Kate shook her head slowly, not sure of that, but she was still
standing here, waiting while the Timeman wrapped her body again with
ropes.

"He wasn't. He isn't all there, but he's not killing me yet." Kate
paused for a moment. "You're scaring them, Leigh. You have to
stop."

Leigh drew in her breath, her breasts rising prettily between the
ropes that surrounded her body.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. Tears shone in her eyes, but she slowly
turned back to face Crystal. Gagged, Crystal mumbled something
towards Leigh, and tilted her hips towards her. Leigh sighed, and
leaned her head forward, resting it upon Crystal's pubic bone.
Crystal nodded slowly towards Kate. Kate closed her eyes. It was
over. For now.

Slowly, the ropes wrapped around her again, and in some ways it was
comforting. Choice was being taken from her, and whatever was going
to happen would happen. Kate stared at her bare toes, so far away.
The world faded.

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

She stood, the coolness of the tile pressing into her back. The
pillar was as thick as a redwood, presumably holding up the
structure of the mall. Ropes held her securely to it, though she
sensed that they weren't as tight as he might have made them. She
wasn't about to step away from the prison, but neither was she
likely to lose circulation as she had when her arms had been bound
behind her back for hours.

Surprised, she realised that she was hungry. She wondered if he'd
allow them to eat, and when.

Ropes held her wrists together, drawn up above her head, a few
lengths of ropes holding them back and to the pillar. More ropes
held her ankles apart, spread and pulled back around the pillar. To
accommodate the posture, she had risen up on her toes, but other
ropes wrapped around her shoulders and about her waist helped to
ease the tension that would have normally arisen on her wrists from
the awkward pose. She knew she was open and exposed, and it bothered
her, but more because she was helpless and confused than because of
any modesty she still harboured. No, she was getting used to being
naked, and drawn into strange positions where the man could inspect
formerly rather private sections of her anatomy. Her helplessness,
and her confusion were far more pressing at the moment. Worse, her
body reacted in uncomfortable ways. She was sure, if he had deigned
to touch her, to thrust his fingers into her, they would emerge
dripping wet. Perhaps that knowledge, most of all, unnerved her. He
only had touched her as much as had been required to bind her.

She pulled at her bonds, knowing before she did that there would be
no escape from this. Leigh glanced over her shoulder at Kate, and
grimaced, then turned back towards Crystal.

He was behind the pillar at the moment, probably securing the last
of the ropes holding her. She felt a faint tug in her right ankle,
and tried to shift to accommodate the new tightness there. She
raised her eyes as he appeared in front of her.

"What are you going to do to me?" Kate asked. The other girls knew
what their assigned tasks were, she hung here awaiting her unique
fate.

She didn't think he would answer her, instead turning and pacing
back to the wretched backpack of tricks. He returned to Kate,
holding more rope in his hands.

"I'm secure, you know. I'm not going anywhere. You don't need more
rope," she said mildly. Of course, there was precious little that
she could do about it if he wanted to mummify her in the stuff. He
played with the lengths of rope in his hands, pulling them almost
like taffy.

"I have to hurt you, Kate."

Kate shivered. She envisioned him attaching weights to her sensitive
parts, hitting her with crops. Her vagina squeezed, and Kate moaned
for a moment.

"Hurt me?" She wanted to beg him not to -- to let her go, to kiss
her once and turn away.

He nodded slowly, still fingering the ropes. He almost seemed like
he didn't want to do it, that some ingrained conscience had finally
kicked in. He didn't want to hurt her, but he needed to, for some
reason. She idly wondered if Andrea would understand this better
than her, some deep seated psycho-analysis kicking in to understand
why this man would need to whip her, and yet not really enjoy it.
Her mind wandered. He'd wanted to hurt Karen, but stopped short of
disfiguring the girl. He'd wanted to control her, to make her beg,
but he hadn't let the cigarettes burn down to the flesh of her
nipples, had he? Kate had stripped before that, and saved her, or
had she. Would this man have truly hurt Karen, burned her, to get
what he wanted, or was he using fear to control them?

Kate knew the answer to that, and it made her shiver. Knowing the
answer, didn't make it any easier. She watched as he toyed with the
ropes in his hands, almost nervously. No, this time was different.
She was fully under his control. This wasn't an attempt to break
her mind. This had purpose. He was going to hurt her to some end.
It didn't make it any easier knowing this, the pain would still be
bad she was certain, perhaps worse than she'd ever felt yet. Her
vagina clenched again, and she gasped.

"Why?" she whispered.

He shrugged, and she thought that he was simply going to begin. He
didn't. Instead, he raised his eyes to hers. They were steady now,
without the hint of withdrawal that she'd seen earlier. He was in
control. Somehow.

"Because, I must."

"You have to hurt me?"

"She needs to see it."

"Who? Crystal will do whatever the hell you want her to."

"Not Crystal."

"Everyone else is either waiting for oral sex, or waiting to give
that oral sex. All you have to do is say the word. We're all under
your control, dammit. They'll do what you want. You don't have to
hurt me."

He slowly shook his head, as if she could never understand. She
supposed that it was possible that she would never understand.

"Do you want to hurt me?"

He seemed torn, almost like a convicted criminal torn between
confessing and fear for his life.

"If you want to hurt me, you know I can't do anything about it,"
Kate said.

"It has to be you," he said slowly. "Yes, Kate, I want to hurt you,
but not this time."

"Why?"

"Why do I want to hurt you?"

Kate nodded. He hesitated, staring into her eyes. She didn't look
away, but tried to shift a little into a more comfortable position.
There wasn't one.

Almost as if to answer her, he lowered his hand, trailing his
fingers down her belly, bumping over the tightness of the ropes
there, and down through her fine red-tinged pubic hair. Kate gasped,
tried to squirm, but the ropes held her fast. His finger dipped
within her, and Kate felt her clitoris spasm as his fingertip nearly
caressed her. Climax, far too long denied welled up, and Kate closed
her eyes. She couldn't stop it, even if she didn't want to climax
here. The ropes. The nakedness. The exposure. The stress.

She cried out as his finger left her. When she opened her eyes, she
saw him -- there was desire in his eyes, but also compassion, and
grief, and worry. He raised his right hand, the fingers that had
touched her glistening. She could smell her own scent upon them, and
for some reason it drilled into, causing her nipples to ache and her
vagina to clench again. So close. So damn close.

His fingers were close under her nostrils. She breathed deeply,
hoping that the sexual energy trapped in her would be enough to see
her through the trial. His unexpected touch, she knew, wasn't a
reprieve, but an explanation. Without thought, she bowed her head,
and kissed his fingers. Her taste flooded her mouth like candy. She
moaned, and raised her eyes to his.

There was a hint of surprise there, but not the abandoned sexual
grin that she'd expected. He nodded slowly.

"Because you want to be hurt," he said in a whisper.

Kate moaned.

(Because I want the kiss of his whip.)

(I don't.)

(I do. Oh, God. I do.)


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