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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [153/157] (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 153

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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"Is she gone?" Kate asked. She pulled against the ropes holding her
arms folded uncomfortably behind her.

"Leigh? No. Not yet."

Relief flooded into Kate, and she glanced around the room, almost as
if expecting the girl to bounce into the room, aglow.

"Where is she?"

"In the kitchen."

Kate nodded, though she was confused. He stood easily against the
doorframe to the living room, watching her. He moved suddenly,
settling into the couch across from her. Kate shook her right leg,
the one that was attached to the sofa leg by a short length of
chain.

"I have to take you both home," he said.

His words hurt her more than she thought. While it wasn't always
pleasant here, she was getting used to the nudity, and the bondage,
and the ... freedom.

"I'm not sure I want to go," she whispered.

"That's what Nicole said, too."

Kate shivered. "It's over, isn't it?"

He nodded, his eyes misty.

"So what happens now?"

Instead of answering her, he moved towards her and crouched behind.
She relaxed, and twisted to help him. Soon, her arms fell free. A
tingling edged into her fingers, and she hissed, bracing for the
inrush of blood and awakening nerves, her morning serving as a
warning. But it didn't come, at least not like it had before he'd
whipped her breasts. The pain eased through her, and when she opened
her eyes, he again sat across from her.

Now, she could have risen and sat on the sofa behind her, but she
opted to stay where she was, leaning back, relishing the easy
comfort of the cushions where her arms had been held before. She
looked over at him, almost asking permission that she sensed that
she no longer needed.

He nodded anyway, and she reached behind her and pulled a cushion
down, propping it behind her back.

"So that's it? Been nice whipping you, off you go?"

He looked pained at her words, and she whispered: "I'm sorry, I
didn't mean ..." before she could stop herself.

"No, Kate. It's fair. This place, it changes us. Me."

She nodded. Somehow, she understood.

"Is this where I get raped?"

He looked up at her, frowning. "What?"

She laughed easily, suddenly at ease.

"It won't be rape. I'll gladly lie back, if you want."

"What if I want your mouth."

In response, she opened her mouth, and closed her eyes. She
shivered, half-expecting to feel him between her lips, but it was
only him shifting across the room.

"I'm joking, Kate."

She was truly surprised at the depth of the disappointment that
flowed through her, ending in her belly.

"What if I want to?" she said.

"You don't want to. Not with me."

Her breasts ached, and she felt like screaming at him. What did he
know of what she wanted? What gave him the right to deny her, reject
her?

Instead, she swallowed and let her lips close, slowly nodding.

"What do you want?" he asked after a while.

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

Her fingers worked at the knots encircling Leigh's bare ankles,
unwrapping the ropes as quickly as she could. Leigh cried softly
above, in the chair, squirming.

Kate closed her eyes, aware that he was watching her, aware that she
was naked, that Leigh was naked, that her world was changing with
every segment of rope that unwrapped from Leigh's skin.

Carefully, she lifted Leigh's bare foot, butterflies racing through
her senses. She pressed her lips to the top, fully expecting Leigh
to withdraw -- she wasn't tied anymore, could stand up and scream,
if she wanted.

Instead, she felt a quiver in Leigh's leg, but that was all. She
released her, and rose up on her knees. Leigh's eyes leaked tears,
down her cheeks.

"We're free," Kate whispered.

"I'll never be free," Leigh mumbled.

Kate let her hands rest on Leigh's bare thighs, nothing sexual, but
electricity seemed to jump from Leigh into her through her
fingertips. She lifted herself, and let her lips find Leigh, not
caring if he was watching her, not caring if it aroused him. He
could have her, if he wanted, even though she was free, she'd still
let him. But he wouldn't. Of that she was equally sure.

Leigh hesitated, then kissed her back, at first mechanically, then
with more passion.

Kate broke the kiss, then fell back on her bare heels.

"Leigh?"

Leigh raised her eyes. Tears still brimmed there.

"It wasn't him."

Leigh looked puzzled, leaned down, her forearms replacing the warmth
of where Kate's hands had been.

"It wasn't him. I kissed you ..." Leigh waited, her eyes wet. "...
because I wanted to."

Slowly, Kate pushed herself to her bare feet, and held out her hand.
Leigh hesitated for a moment, then visibly relaxed her guard. She
reached forward and Kate shivered when their hands met.

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

"Stay. You can watch. I don't mind," she said.

He bent and kissed her face, once on each cheek, almost like a
European.

"I'll be in the living room, when you're done," he said simply. Then
he turned away.

"Thank you," she said, unable to move to follow.

His back receded towards the house, and then another figure appeared
in her blurred vision, naked and desirable.

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

She twisted her right hand, aware that her freedom had disappeared
again, but had been replaced with a different kind. Her body
strained against the ropes that held her, but when she looked up,
she smiled, hoping that it might erase the look of doubt upon
Leigh's face.

She stood spread, so vulnerable, against the front gate, sunlight
beating down on her bare skin. She shivered, despite the warmth and
tried to ignore the butterflies racing through her belly.

Leigh carried his whip in her right hand, awkward and unsure, its
coils of leather unwinding down her bare legs like a nest of
serpents, kissing the tops of her feet.

"I'm not sure I can do this," Leigh whispered.

"If you can't ..."

"I'll try," Leigh said, her eyes shiny again.

Kate nodded. Where had this come from in her? She didn't know. All
she knew was that she felt safer here, naked and bound, powerless,
erotic. Her hips rocked, and she willed them to stop.

Leigh dropped the whip with a clatter to the stones. She bent and
picked up the last remaining length of rope. She looked at it like
it was a cobra about to bite her.

Kate waited, her mind peaceful.

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

The rope squeezed her, Leigh's fingers light and sensuous against
the taut skin of her breasts. Her mind wandered to a pillar, where
she'd stood helpless as he'd bound her, and then crashed the whip
against her again and again, her body reacting in pain and arousal,
the arousal overcoming the pain in a litany of protection.

"Are you sure?"

Kate nodded, feeling the tears starting even before Leigh touched
her with that thing.

"I trust you."

Leigh left, and then returned, the whip cradled in her arms. She
touched the end of it to Kate's chin. Kate wanted to kiss the
leather, her bound breasts aching, screaming at her to lower her
head and touch it.

She didn't.

Leigh's face flushed, and for the first time, Kate noticed that she
was trembling.

"I want to," Leigh whispered. Then after a moment, she closed her
eyes. "I want you."

Kate closed her eyes, and pulled once against the ropes holding her
wrists and ankles. The metal of the gate seeped soothing coolness
into her bare back.

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

Her technique was less polished than that of the Timeman, her aim
less accurate, the strength far less.

Kate didn't really want the searing pain of her last experience with
the whip, but rather the warming closeness, and the helplessness,
and the trust.

It hurt, but she was able to keep herself from screaming, sure that
if she did, Leigh would drop the whip. Her breathing came in sharp
rasps, as her breasts warmed her from the inside. She trembled,
dripping, and nearly crying out not in pain, but frustration.

The whip hit her again, across the nipples. It was Leigh that hissed
at that, empathising, and crying out.

"I'm sorry, Kate. God," Leigh said, her voice only a little above a
whisper.

"Hit me," Kate whispered. And Leigh did. Once more.

Kate cried out, finally, as her breasts screamed as the leather
kissed her again.

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

"Are you sure?"

Kate nodded. Tears ran down her face, and she wanted to be let down.
But it wasn't enough. Not yet.

She closed her eyes, bracing.

The whip rose up on a short arc, and struck her between her
trembling thighs, some of the soft leather parting her and striking
her.

The pain slipped into her, and she heard her own voice, as though
from a distance, crying out -- not screaming -- only crying out.

Tears fell down her cheeks.

"Again," she whispered.

But Leigh didn't hit her again, and she slumped into her ropes, her
legs no longer supporting her.

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

Leigh's skin reminded her of fields of clover. Even the sweet scent
of clover drifted across them as they tumbled to the ground.

Leigh shifted herself to straddle Kate.

Kate opened her eyes, falling into Leigh's.

"I'm sorry," Leigh whispered.

Kate's body ached, but it was a good ache. Her breasts screamed as
Leigh's fingers lightly brushed at the underside, avoiding the
nipples. Kate moaned.

"Thank-you," Kate whispered. "Thank-you."

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

The grass tickled her thighs. Kate nearly screamed as Leigh's tongue
slipped between her lips, teasing and light.

Above her, Leigh knelt.

Taste her. God.

Kate lifted her head, and allowed her tongue to slip between Leigh's
lips, intimate, close. Her fingers rose to brush at Leigh's nipples.

So wet. So close.

Moving together, she heard, and felt, Leigh moan.

It didn't take long.

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

Three days of exposure and torment exploded in one fiery moment of
ecstasy. The moon and the sun vibrated as her body clenched to the
rhythm of Leigh's tongue and lips.

She didn't scream, but she did moan, her hips rocking, her toes
curling into the grass.

To the right, a squirrel stopped for a moment, perhaps finally
curious of the strange tangle of limbs invading its world.

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

Oh, God.

Kate's tongue and lips found her rhythm as easily as if it were her
own fingers down there, stroking, slipping, thrusting, coaxing what
she swore she wouldn't do from her, helpless to stop it.

Had it been whipping Kate? Surely not.

Had it been Kate, herself? Perhaps.

Had it been her own torment, over days. Tied to a basketball net?
Naked, sexuality surrounding her, denied pleasure.

The wave crested, washing over her, taking her by surprise.

"Oh, God," she moaned.

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

They lay together for a long time, their arms protection from the
world, their toes touching in a gesture far more intimate than what
they'd done moments before.

"I don't want to go home. I don't want to forget," Kate whispered.

She felt Leigh's fingers in her hair, softly stroking.

"I think," Leigh said slowly, "I hope."

Kate shivered, and twisted, her lips searching for a kiss. Leigh
smiled, and found her lips, her scent filling Kate.

"We'll find each other. Somehow."

She lay back down, enjoying Leigh's arms, while she still could.


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