index


Message-ID: <42273asstr$1052172604@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: Crimson Dragon <dcrimsonp@nym.alias.net>
Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [071/157] (MF+, bond, control) {Crimson Dragon}
Date: Mon,  5 May 2003 18:10:04 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d

-----BEGIN PGP SIGNED MESSAGE-----

====================================================================
Author's Shortened Preface:
====================================================================

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

====================================================================

Dawn of Time - Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

Chapter 71

====================================================================

(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

====================================================================

"Breakfast, girls!"

A covered cart stood in the entranceway. He stood proudly beside it.

Leigh's belly rumbled, and her saliva glands squeezed. She could
smell coffee, and toast, and bacon, and pancakes. A stab of
uncertainty leapt into her stomach. Those smells could be for him.
She might have to eat oatmeal, if he allowed her anything at all. No
sense anticipating what she didn't have.

She stepped forward, her bare feet whispering across the carpet.

"You look nice, Leigh," he said.

For some reason, it made her feel good.

"Are we going to eat ... with you?"

He smiled, and laughed. "Of course, silly girl. Can't have you and
Kate weak for me. We have a lot to do today."

That made her nervous, but she tried to hide it.

He went on, oblivious to her unease.

"Bacon, and pancakes, and toast," he said, his fingers lifting
covers as he spoke. Her mouth watered.

"Kneel," he said. Leigh glanced over her shoulder. Kate touched
Linda's shoulder and together the other two girls fell to their
knees. Leigh followed, hoping that Linda didn't balk. The new girl
didn't look very happy about being told to kneel, but she did it.

He lifted one glass at a time, and gave them each a glass of orange
juice. Leigh tilted hers, and savoured the sweetness as it chilled
her belly. She sighed.

"Kate?"

The red head looked up.

"You were a waitress? Right?"

"In a former life. You want me to serve?"

He smiled, and walked to the sofa upon which he'd slept. He sat, and
watched.

With a laugh, Kate rose to her bare feet and slipped to the cart,
carefully gathering a full plate. As her hands moved, she asked,
"Where did you get this spread? Hmmmm?"

"A couple down the hall ordered it. The bellboy was just accepting a
credit card for it. I don't think the occupants minded that I
borrowed it."

Leigh turned, a sudden picture in her mind.

"You didn't hurt them, did you?"

He laughed. "You must think I'm a bloody monster."
  (Maybe I do.)
  "It looked like some guy entertaining his secretary. She was
maybe thirty, and he was like sixty."

"You didn't play with her?"

He laughed. "She was naked, in the living room. I don't know how the
bellboy didn't see her, but I don't think he did. And no. It took
me a while to even find some breakfast for us. I think tomorrow, we
make our own. I didn't have time for her. She's still innocently
waiting for her brunch, I suspect."

Leigh turned around, satisfied. He did seem to be in a better mood.
She hoped that it didn't change.

"My naked waitress," he remarked as Kate placed the plate on the
coffee table with a knife and fork. "Thank-you," he said sincerely
as she straightened.

"You're welcome," she responded automatically. "Can we eat now?"

He nodded, and Kate hurried back to the cart and began to place more
food on three plates. She hesitated as she picked up the coffee
thermos.

"Sir?" she called. He looked up from his breakfast. He hadn't waited
for them to eat, this morning. He finished chewing, and nodded.

"Can we have coffee?" she asked. "Can I get you some coffee?"

He laughed. "I don't drink the stuff, but you may, if you want.
Black, though."

"Thank-you," she murmured.

"I don't drink coffee," Leigh said. Kate turned to Linda, who nodded
her head. One of her hair clips sparkled in the sunlight.

"Cream?" Linda asked.

Kate bit her lip, looking at the gunman. "He said, we ... couldn't,"
she whispered.

"She can have cream," he said without looking up.

"Thank-you," Kate said quietly, and searched for some cream. She
poured it into a steaming cup, and handed it to Linda.

It took her a couple of trips, but she distributed plates of food to
Leigh and Linda, and one for herself, before she knelt beside Leigh
to complete a small circle.

Linda looked up, after examining her plate. Her face was a mask of
dismay.

"I think you forgot knives and forks," she said.

Kate sighed. "He doesn't allow us cutlery, Linda."

The girl looked shocked. "Then how do we eat this?"

Kate held up her fingers and pinched them with a smile.

"You get a little dirty, but it's better than not eating."

"You're kidding," Linda said. She turned towards the gunman who was
now looking at her with some interest.

"Actually," he said, "this morning, Kate and Leigh may use cutlery.
Only you can't."

Blood rose to Linda's face, anger beginning to rear in her.

(Oh oh.)

Kate interjected a little before Leigh was able.

"It's all right. We're used to it. I'll eat with my fingers, too. I
don't mind."

"Me, too," Leigh echoed. She touched Linda's shoulder. The girl
shrugged her off, and pushed herself to her feet. Her left foot
knocked over her glass of orange juice, but thankfully she'd already
drank it, so the glass was empty. It rolled across the carpet,
coming to rest against the coffee table.

"We've done everything for you. It's bad enough that we are naked
and kneeling to eat. Why the fuck do you have to treat me like a
fucking animal?"

Linda was shaking, but her voice remained even, almost detached.

"Why???"

He looked at her calmly, and leaned back wiping his lips. His plate
stood empty on the coffee table.

"Linda," he said with equal calm. "You don't want to do this."

Kate approached Linda, shuffling on her knees. She touched Linda's
thigh. The girl recoiled.

"And you! You do everything he fucking says, because you're fucking
pathetic. You aren't even female, as far as I'm concerned. A real
girl wouldn't put up with this shit."

Kate swayed back as if stung, her eyes filling with tears.

"I was just ..." she managed to say before Linda continued on her
rant. The girl stood at the foot of the coffee table, her hands
planted on her bare hips.

"I allowed you to keep me naked, like your pets back there. I
showered with them, like you asked. I even tried to look pretty for
you. I played your stupid game. I even knelt for you -- for them.
You even tried to fucking control what I drank in my coffee." She
seemed out of breath, even though she wasn't screaming. "Well, fuck
you."

"Where are you going to go?" he asked her.

"I'm not going to listen to your shit anymore, where ever it is,"
Linda finally lost her control and screamed it. She bent forward and
reached for his cutlery. He allowed her to do it. She straightened,
a fork in her left hand, a knife in her right.

He regarded the bare beauty in front of him.

"I'm going to the bedroom. Finding some fucking clothes, and I'm
going to put them on. Then, I'm going to leave. Is that fucking
clear?"

He smiled, and shrugged.

She dropped the cutlery in a jingle at her feet, and stalked towards
the bedroom. The door opened, and then slammed as she walked
through.

"Please, don't hurt her," Leigh whispered.

The gunman didn't answer, but leaned forward, reaching under the
sofa. The gun rose, as though it were an extention of his body.
Leigh shivered. He seemed calm, but she honestly couldn't tell, for
sure.

"Please, she's new. She doesn't understand."

Kate was crying, her hands buried in her hands. Leigh abandoned her
plate on the carpet, and shuffled over to the naked girl.

"She didn't know what she was saying. She doesn't know the
consequences," Leigh said, her words aimed at Kate and her captor.

The door opened with a bang. Linda stepped through. Leigh was so
used to seeing her naked, that the jeans, and sweater looked ...
wrong. Socks graced Linda's feet, and the girl stepped determinedly
towards the entrance. She stopped when she saw the gun again.

"Care to reconsider, Linda?" he said. He'd moved to the entranceway,
the blue pack at his feet.

"Don't hurt her," Leigh whispered. Kate continued to sob in her
arms.

The eerie standoff continued for a moment.

"You can end this, right now," he said quietly. "Take off your
clothes, and kneel. Apologise to me, and to Leigh and Kate, and eat
your breakfast. I'll only punish you a little."

She seemed to choose her words carefully.

"Fuck. You."

He sighed and turned towards the outside door.

Linda stepped with him.

"I didn't want to do this the hard way."

"Fuck you. So shoot me. I don't care."

He turned slowly.

"I still might, Linda. But what I thought I'd do first is shoot
Mark. You want to watch?"

Linda paled. "You wouldn't."

(He would.)

"Take off your clothes and kneel. Eat your breakfast like I asked,
and you don't have to find out."

"Fuck you," she said.

(Don't call his bluff, Linda. Please.)

He twisted the door knob. It was as if the door closer had frozen.
It probably had. The door remained open to the hallway. Mark came to
life, swearing.

Linda ran to the doorway, stopping, her hands on the jamb.

"Where should I shoot him, Linda? The balls? The kneecap? The
elbow?"

"Shoot me. I'm the one that defied you."

"Too late now. Where? Or shall I pick?"

He aimed the gun at his groin. Mark raised his hands, shutting up
and paling.

"Linda?"

He turned to face Linda. The girl was crying, now.

"Please," she said. "Shoot me."

Mark spoke. "Let him shoot me. Don't give him the time of day," he
said, though he didn't sound overly brave. Then "Aghhhhhhhhh."

A thin welt from the handle of the gun striped down his cheek. He
fell to his knees, his hands pressed to his wounded cheek.

"Shut up, Mark. This is Linda's choice, now." He turned back to the
clothed woman. "Now, should I shoot his balls, or his elbow."

"Please, I'll ... do what the fuck you want. Leave him alone."

"You know what I want."

"Oh God."

He aimed the weapon back towards Mark's groin. Linda closed her
eyes, and held her fingers at the hem of her sweater.

"Too late for that, Linda," he said quietly. "You'll strip, but on
my terms."

"Don't Linda," Mark said. That earned him another rap on the head.
He squawked.

Slowly, the gunman crouched, keeping his eyes on Linda.

"Listen, Mark. If I hear one ... just one ... word out of you. I
won't shoot you. I'll shoot her. I'll make you watch as I shoot her
tits. Do you fucking understand?"

Mark nodded slowly, his face pale.

"What do you fucking want from me?"

He straightened, and moved towards Linda. The girl backed up until
she stood back inside the room. After he stepped from the hallway,
the door swung shut leaving Mark out in the hall. After a moment, a
dull hammering began on the doorway. Linda glanced towards it,
unsure.

"First, I want you to kneel, then apologise, not to me, but to the
other girls."

"Why?"

But she was already sinking to her knees. A muffled voice in the
hallway screamed the girl's name, over and over as a hand struck the
unyielding door.

"This is difficult on all of you, including Leigh and Kate. I
wouldn't have kept them, if they were weak girls. They are far more
strong than you, and I think you know that."

Slowly, Linda twisted, facing Leigh and Kate. Kate looked up from
Leigh's arms. Leigh stared back at the girl, not requiring an
apology, and sympathising with her fear.

"I'm sorry," Linda said. It wasn't insincere. "I shouldn't have said
those things. I. I was angry."

"I know," Leigh whispered. "I don't want to see you hurt."

Linda nodded and then twisted back around to face the gunman.

She didn't sound nearly as sincere, but she said it anyway.

"I'm sorry," she said simply to him. "Please, I just want to stop
this."

He nodded. "You realise that I can't let it go, right?"

"I told you. Leave Mark out of this. I'll do what you want."

Mark's frantic voice quieted, as if he'd been frozen into a block of
ice. The hammering on the door halted.

The gunman crouched in front of Linda.

"What the kinkiest thing that you've ever done?"

"Kinkiest?"

"Have you had anal sex?"

Linda blushed crimson, but she nodded. Leigh hadn't expected that.
The girl could have lied, but she didn't.

"With Mark?"

Linda shook her head. "Please, I've apologised. I'll strip for you.
I'll eat with my fingers. I won't complain. I promise."

"I should make you fuck yourself with a vibrator, in your ass, in
front of Mark."

Linda paled. "Please, no."

He straightened, towering over her.

"Take your socks off."

She scrambled to pull the clothing off, leaving herself barefoot.
She returned to her knees.

"I'll have sex with you, if you'll let us go."

He shook his head. "Not that easy, little one. There's a chair in
the bedroom. Go get it."

Without hesitation, the girl clambered to her bare feet and ran
towards the bedroom. The gunman walked back towards Leigh and Kate.
Kate had returned to her knees, sniffling.

"She'll be a few minutes," he said to the remaining girls. He sat
wearily in front of them.

"I know that you both don't want to be here," he said quietly. "And
I know you're scared. You should be. But I want you both to know,
that what I said before? That was true. You don't have choice. I
make sure of it. She's wrong. You aren't weak. You aren't stupid.
You both are incredibly strong girls. Okay?"

Leigh somehow felt reassured, and Kate nodded slowly. She didn't
look completely convinced, but she seemed appeased. Linda wasn't
strong either. Leigh didn't know what was going to happen to the
girl, but she suspected that she'd be begging to obey, just to make
whatever it was stop. There was no choice. Not for the girls. Not
here. Broken? No. She was still Leigh, and she was surviving. Others
wouldn't, but she would. Somehow.

"Eat. Your breakfast is probably cold."

Leigh moved back towards her plate. He was right. The food was cold,
but they hadn't eaten dinner the night before, and she was famished.
Using her fingers, she ate as daintily as she could, and finished
the plate. Her belly, appeased for now, thanked her. Kate looked
refreshed, but kept glancing at the last plate where Linda should
have been.

The gunman watched them eat, and then pushed himself to his feet.
His face showed a moment of concentration, and then sounds began
again from the bedroom.

Linda reappeared, still clothed, but carrying a desk chair
awkwardly. She placed it on the floor near her plate.

He walked around behind Leigh and Kate, past the shaking Linda, and
settled back into the sofa.

"Tie her in, Leigh."

Leigh swallowed, but rose and ran to the front entrance. She
unzipped the pack and plunged her hands inside. She found chains,
and handcuffs, and at the side a few coils of rope. She extracted
the rope and approached Linda. The girl watched carefully as she
walked closer.

"Sit down, Linda," he asked.

Instead of sitting, Linda turned towards him.

"If you're going to hit me, you don't have to tie me. I'll stand
still for you."

"Somehow, I doubt that. Even Kate couldn't stand still for what I
have planned for you. Now. SIT." He said the last word with some
force.

The girl paled, and sat.

Leigh turned towards him. "Please. I. I don't want to be involved in
this."

His look informed her that choice wasn't an option.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. She knelt and began to loop rope around
Linda's bare ankles, tying them together. With his direction, she
looped the remainder of the rope around Linda's body, tying her into
the chair, her hands secured behind her back. At last, the girl sat
securely in the chair, though her legs weren't restrained beyond the
rope around her ankles.

"Please. I'm sorry," Linda said quietly.

He touched Leigh's shoulder, and motioned her back. She knelt
quietly by Kate and watched.

He walked in silence to the front door, and began to rummage in the
pack. He extracted a hook, and returned with the bowie knife that
had been Darren's. Leigh's eyes widened at the sight of that.

"Please," she said. "She didn't do anything we all could have done.
You don't have to cut her."

"Don't be silly," he said as he reached up and twisted the hook into
the ceiling, unerringly finding a beam. Linda twisted to watch as he
did this.

He crouched beside Linda's chair. She watched him, shaking.

"What are you going to do to me?"

"Test you."

"Test me?"

"Test you."

He held up the knife. He eyes followed it, fear evident.

"Please," she whispered as the blade picked up the sunlight and
flashed it across her face. "I'll strip for you. I'll fuck you if
you want. I'll ... please don't cut me."

He shushed her with a single finger to her lips.

"You'll do your best to endure what I'm going to do to you."


-----BEGIN PGP SIGNATURE-----
Version: 2.6.3ia
Charset: noconv

iQEVAwUBPrahHUxM3srBk85hAQFIcgf8DJa1AsqwlEf8Z9zI5ZMta26bxltG8OCF
nkqfBUpD0kAy/oiH9vPlXB706W5DEEyau7qB2RXXsKXsdF8RULmCcR5vg1P4drPp
3G11mzuBN874sAb2DmwtrvI4zI2tfR0HXpzs0UfllbgQKV5IuFaqcDurbQccuZ+6
22j+ECbE2LE6Lb1LnVeXLByf6kSCNEDLEcAa+Jr85zlhuqBxlz46EfoLlzBgjaxF
FtVghioKGYU//fh5Vrj7ELxCMAg7aGjf1OOVAezditqP55MG7oLtj5yOzEAkd9tg
5qxnqeA+KZXO56pD8hxim870zhGgBzBC02O97kUWB34zfPmIiuuA0g==
=hz+m
-----END PGP SIGNATURE-----

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> |
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html>  Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}|
|Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org>      |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+