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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [049/157] (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 49

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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Despite her tears, or perhaps partially because of them, her arousal
peaked. She twisted her hands, pulled at the ropes holding her
ankles. Her breasts felt alive, her clitoris screaming at her.

She moaned.

(I don't want this. Please. I don't want this.)

"Please," she whispered.

He nodded, as if he knew what she was going through. Perhaps he did.
He'd been watching bare females, tied, and walking around, helpless
and having sex for the better part of an hour, Leigh guessed. She
glanced at the clock on the wall. It hadn't moved. Even if she
could twist enough to see her wrists, her watch lay in the backpack
somewhere behind him.

He crouched between her legs, and for a giddy moment, she thought
that he'd continue where Jessica had been forced to stop. Her
clitoris pulsed in anticipation.

(Why?)

The thought of him licking her seemed more civilised. It was only
skin, only flesh. And while her response to Jessica, and dominating
the girl, surprised her a little, she thought that guys were still
her preference.

(He's going to lick you.)

But he wasn't. Instead of touching her sex, his fingers wandered up
her belly, bumping over the rope there, and teasing the bottom of
her breasts. She was expecting him to play with her nipples, but he
didn't. Just that maddening brush of fingertips against the base of
her breasts.

"Please don't tease me anymore," she said quietly.

"What do you want?"

"Sex. Please, I just want to ... climax. If you won't do it, untie
my hands. I'll ... do it in front of you. I ... please."

He smiled, almost understandingly. But his fingers continued, gently
stroking her skin.

She closed her eyes, tried to concentrate on asexual things.
Physics. English. Math.

But it didn't work. The images of Janice and Jessica, and the
thought of those fingers slipping from her breasts to between her
legs were driving her thoughts.

"Please," she murmured.

And the fingers fled. Leigh tried to follow, but the ropes held her
securely.

"Why are you teasing me?"

Instead of answering her, she gasped as his fingers brushed at her
vaginal lips. She tried to close her legs. Couldn't. The ropes dug
painfully into her ankles.

And then he was inside her, his fingers fluttering against her inner
lips.

"Oh God," she moaned.

"I'm not going to let you climax."

"Oh God."

His finger retreated, but then quickly circled her clitoris. One.
Touch.

She felt the edge rushing towards her. Her heat built, her hips
rocking. Shame raced through her mind.

His finger withdrew as she tottered on the edge of the chasm.

"Oh God, please," she cried out. She tried to stop her mouth from
saying anything further, but her body seemed to have a mind of its
own now. With an effort, she managed to still the insistent rocking
of her own hips.

A breath, a tiny breath of warm air, probably from his lips teased
her lower lips.

"Please let me climax," she begged before she could stop it.

And then she felt herself falling.

"Oh God, oh God."

Pain. Sudden pain, stopped her descent before she reached terminal
speed. Shooting agony suffused her breasts and nipples, and she
nearly pulled her shoulders out of joint to stop it.

Her arousal faded a little, like a deer before the forest fire. Her
eyes opened, panic rushing through them.

His fingers, his gentle fingers, pinched at her swollen nipples, his
fingernails slowly digging into her flesh.

She screamed, and he immediately released her. The pain fled, but
the chasm was gone. He'd have to touch her again in order to regain
it.

"Why?"

"Control," he said, echoing an earlier comment.

"You fucking shit," she said.

And then the tears came again, her body aching, and protesting the
strain and teasing.

He sat back, and watched her cry, not interrupting that which he'd
caused.

(Control.)

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She idly wondered whose locker she was leaning against. A heart was
carved into the yellow paint, up towards the back. KR + DS. And she
wondered why he had brought her here.

She slipped to the tile, trying to keep her legs together, knowing
that modesty wasn't really hers anymore. He'd teased her until she
begged. It would be difficult to forget.

Her clitoris wouldn't let her forget.

It would take more than a single touch, now, but her arousal still
reared in her like a hungry animal.

(Please. I don't want this. Why did he have to make me tie them
 up? Hit them? Why?)

After she was settled, he lowered himself slowly to the floor across
the hall. There were a few frozen students milling about the
hallway, but even if they weren't frozen, Leigh thought that they
wouldn't be able to hear her talk. They might notice the handcuffed,
naked girl in the middle of the hall, but she thought she was safe
from that indignity.

Her eyes locked onto the gun as he drew it almost nonchalantly from
his waistband. He toyed with it, from one hand to the other.

"You don't need that thing. I'll do whatever you want. Even if it's
to have sex with everyone in the hallway."

He smiled, and placed the gun on the ground by his jean clad thigh.
She honestly didn't think that he had been threatening her with it,
as much as simply playing with it, like a stress toy. But it made
her nervous, anyway.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"You'd have sex with everyone in the hallway?"

"I'd prefer not to, but I don't want you to torture anyone else,
either."

"I think you've had enough sex for now."

She nodded.

(Boy, have I ever.)

She fell silent for a few minutes; she drew her legs up, careful of
keeping her feet in front of her to reduce his view. But he wasn't
watching her, but staring off down the corridor. She wished that
her hands weren't cuffed behind her. She wanted to hug her knees.
Instead, she slowly rocked.

"You, um, were pretty aroused back there," he said.

She flushed, turned her face away. She refused to say anything. Her
body had betrayed her, she knew that, but she'd begged him to let
her climax. Had damn near climaxed if it wasn't for that trick with
her nipples.

He held up his hand, waggled two fingers. She suspected that the two
fingers had been the ones that had been inside of her.

"I don't want to talk about it," she whispered.

He nodded slowly.

"Then answer me this," he paused.

Slowly, she nodded, encouraging him to ask her whatever it was that
he wanted.

"Why?"

"I don't know."

He thought for a moment.

"Was is because you were tied up?"

She shook her head.

"In public?"

Again, she shook her head.

"Because I forced you to hit her?"

Leigh swallowed, and hesitated. After a second, she quickly shook
her head. When he didn't say anything more, she looked up. He was
watching her, but his eyes were on her face, not her bare breasts,
or legs.

"It was a combination, okay? You stripped me,
  (I stripped myself)
  you tied me, so that I was vulnerable. I didn't have a
fu ... damn choice. Okay? You forced a girl to lick me. What did you
expect? I didn't have a fucking choice. Of course, I was fucking
wet."

(But I didn't have to beg, did I?)

She regretted that last choice of adjective, but she couldn't take
it back. Unladylike. He seemed to allow it, knowing she was angry.
She had every fucking right to be angry, didn't she?

(Sex slave. Object.)

(no.)

He nodded slowly, and leaned his head against the locker behind him.
Leigh mimicked his actions, her hair falling further than his,
tumbling across her bare shoulders.

After a time, she spoke again.

"Are you ever going to let me dress again? I barely feel human."

She didn't look at him, his words reaching her from far away.

"Perhaps. But you look really nice naked."

(I'll bet I do.)

"And tied up all the time. You don't need to do that."

"I know. I think you'd behave now."

(Like a fucking pet.)

"I wouldn't attack you. Where would I go?"

"Indeed."

Another question occurred to her. "What happens to us if you die?"

"Die?"

"If you fell down a flight of steps, or stepped in front of a bus?"

"Or if you managed to get a gun and shoot me?"

"I wasn't thinking of that. No."

(Yes you were.)

"I really, really don't know. I suspect the timeline would collapse
and you'd all get returned to your former selves, but I'm not sure
about me. It's possible that the timeline would collapse, but take
the primary one with it. You'd be here one second, and gone the
next. I really don't know. It might not even be any of them.
Perhaps the timeline would stay, and you'd be restricted for the
rest of your life, short as it would probably be. I hear starvation
isn't the most pleasant way to go."

Her belly rumbled as she listened.

"Either way, I don't think it would be wise to try for the gun. I
can stop you, even without it."

"I won't."

As if to prove his point, she felt a tingling in her feet, and then
a numbness. She tried to move them, to wiggle her toes, but it was
as if her nerves stopped at her bare ankles. And as quickly as the
sensation arrived, it fled, her feet warm and responsive.

"What was that?"

"I froze your feet. Hard to attack someone without them, isn't it?"

She closed her eyes again, an image of her running for the gun, only
to be stopped inches from it, her feet glued to the floor.

"How long are you going to keep me?"

"As long as it takes."

"Takes for what? What are you going to do to me?"

"I guess we'll find that out as we go along. But I think we are
going to play a game, first."

She could feel the first tendrils of sleep tugging at her mind. She
wanted to lie down, close her eyes. Maybe the nightmare would end.

"I'm tired," she said quietly.

"Me, too," he echoed. "Me, too."

She felt a soft touch to her cheek, and she opened her eyes
blearily.

"This takes a lot out of a girl, you know?"

He nodded. Her back slid easily up the yellow locker with the
graffiti heart as he helped her stand, his hand supporting her
elbow.

"Just a little longer, and we can all sleep."

(All???)

She nodded, and pulled half-heartedly at her handcuffs. It still
felt strange to be walking through the hallways naked and
handcuffed, but damned if she wasn't getting used to it. After the
display in the classroom, shame had fled. At least for the minor
things.

Her bare feet stepped as if she had shoes, except that the tile
below her soles felt cool and real.

(At least he didn't make me wear high heels.)

She didn't know where the thought came from, though her mind was
tired enough to hallucinate.

The glass doors of the entrance to the school stood before her. He
halted behind her. A soft touch to her upper arm reminded Leigh that
he was there.

Another girl sat against a tree in the grass. Her face was hidden by
red hair hanging motionless about her shoulders. The girl was
naked, and with a start of surprise, Leigh saw that the girl was
chained with a pair of handcuffs, or at least her bare ankles were,
tucked up beside her. Her feet were as bare as Leigh's, but lay
against the green of the spring grass. The girl's head lolled easily
from hanging limp against her chest, to backwards to rest against
the oak. She couldn't see the girl's hands, but she was willing to
bet that she was tied, or handcuffed, to the tree, her arms
encircling the trunk behind her. The girl was beautiful, in a
model-ish sort of way.

The girl had her eyes closed, probably sleeping, or resting quietly.
Leigh blinked once, then again.

The girl remained chained and naked in her field of view. While she
watched, the girl tried to shift in her sleep, her body straining
for a moment against her restraints.

Leigh blinked again, sure that the morning sun had tricked her eyes
somehow. Her tired mind trying to come to grips with her own
captivity.

"Is that Kate Robertson?" Leigh asked quietly.


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