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From: Crimson Dragon <dcrimsonp@nym.alias.net>
Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [051/157] (MF+, bond, control) {Crimson Dragon}
Date: Mon,  7 Apr 2003 22:10:04 -0400
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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 51

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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Kate looked down, hung her head.

"Karen, he deserved it."

The gunman crouched in front of Karen. Incredibly, he laughed.

He tilted the girl's face by her chin until she looked into his
eyes.

"I didn't kill him. I didn't kill anyone."

"But. But. You were talking to him. He was swearing and kicking at
you. I turned away, and he stopped screaming. I heard the gun."

"He insulted you Karen, called you a bitch, and a whore, and a
skunk, I think it was."

"He didn't deserve to die," she whispered. A single tear fell from
her eyes.

Leigh didn't know what it was about, didn't know Darren, so she kept
her mouth shut for now.

"I slipped him into a slower time frame to shut him up. Some people
don't learn."

"But ..."

"I know. He looked dead. But he wasn't. We could go back there, I
could unfreeze him again, and you could convince yourself. But
unless you want to hurt him, I wouldn't. He's not ... himself
anymore."

Kate sighed. "He probably did what he said he did, Karen. I was
beginning to wonder if Darren cracked."

"I pushed him too far," the gunman said quietly. "It happens. More
so with guys."

Leigh idly wondered what would happen if she were pushed too far.
She heard her voice, as if it originated from a mile away.

"What if we get pushed too far?"

He smiled, leaned back in the grass.

"Darren was weak. You aren't. But I'll know if I push you too hard.
We'll fix it."

Leigh was far from convinced, but she held her tongue.

He held up something bright and shiny. The blade glittered in the
sunlight. One side was wickedly serrated, the other looked sharp
enough to cut out the side of a tank.

Kate's eyes widened. Leigh couldn't take her eyes off the knife.

"Wh-where?" Kate stammered.

Instead of answering her, he shuffled forward to Karen. Karen
retreated, but her hands impeded her. Finally, she knelt quietly,
trying to control her breathing.

"It's a Bowie knife. And a beauty."

He sounded like a child at Christmas. The Rocky Horror Picture
Christmas.

He held it up in front of Karen's eyes. She flinched as mottled
sunlight reflected from the blade tracked across her face. She
blinked when a particularly bright spot crossed her eye.

"Please," she whispered. Her eyes had begun to fall into that place
where Janice had fallen.

Slowly, carefully, he scraped the blade down her left breast,
stopping just above the nipple.

"Don't move," he advised the girl. She wasn't breathing as far as
Leigh could tell.

He rested the blade against her skin for a few minutes, and then
pulled it away -- straight up, to avoid cutting the girl's skin.
Karen slumped, her breath rasping in quiet relief from her throat.
Ignoring the girl, he showed Leigh.

"Please. You don't need to do that again," she whispered. Knives
frightened her as much as guns did.

He slipped the blade into a scabbard, and threw it towards the blue
pack.

"Darren had it, told me where it was. Wanted me to cut off your
tits," he remarked to Kate. Kate paled noticeably. "Sick fuck."

Leigh wondered idly what one called a clothed man, terrorising three
bound and naked girls, tracing knives down their bare skin, just to
make a point.

Karen had regained her knees, her eyes frightened and wide.

"You didn't have to do that again," she whispered.

He smiled. Kate asked the obvious question.

"Again?"

Karen sighed, her heart calming after the scare.

"He made me stand in front of Darren, while the asshole begged him
to cut me with it. He dragged that damn thing down my breast, but on
the other side. If I breathed it would have cut me. Oh God."

"You did that?" Kate asked the gunman.

He nodded, though he looked a little ashamed.

"Are you all right?"

"He cut Darren instead."

"What?"

"Just nicked his hand. He cried like a baby."

Leigh was beginning to understand why Darren, whoever he was, had
gone a little crazy. She felt like she was going crazy. But while
knives frightened her, she wouldn't ask anyone to cut anyone else.
No matter how crazy she became. For some reason, the fact that the
gunman hadn't really hurt Karen, hadn't cut her, made a difference.
Even if he scared the girl witless, he never had cut her. Somehow,
Leigh knew that Darren -- he would have.

"It might come in useful," the man remarked before climbing to his
feet.

Quickly, he moved around the trees and unlocked the girls, but
re-locked their hands behind them, like Karen, as soon as they moved
from their trees. They were free of the trees, but still restricted.

He led them, all three, naked and bound, towards the front of the
school.


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