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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [129/157] (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 129

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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"Strip," he commanded the shaking girl.

Crystal stood resolute, and shook her head.

"No way, you sick fuck. I'm not taking my clothes off for you. Not
so you can tie me up like those girls over there."

Kate flushed as she realised without a doubt that she fell into that
category. She pulled at her bound arms, but she could do nothing
about this unfolding drama. She could only stand barefoot and naked,
leashed to a bench in the middle of a mall, and hope that Crystal
would do whatever was necessary to save them all pain. She'd said as
much as she could, somehow understanding that to say more would only
invite the Timeman's wrath. And that wrath would be felt by Leigh,
and Andrea, and Monique. Kate shivered, and pressed her lips
together, watching Crystal.

Crystal watched as the Timeman sighed, and circled her, approaching
the three brunettes. Pamela cringed as he approached, and cried out
as he stood beside her. Crystal's eyes never left the gun, which
remained aimed at her belly.

"I won't strip for you. Forget it," she said. Her voice lacked
conviction, as though she were as aware as he that if he merely
touched Pamela, or Wade, or Danielle, that Crystal would take her
clothing off without any further protest.

He reached up, never taking his eyes off Crystal. Kate watched, as
did Crystal, as his fingers trailed up Pamela's ribs to cup her
breast through her thin blouse.

"Noooo. Oh, God, please no," Pamela whispered.

His fingers traced up the curve of her breast, almost caressing.
Kate watched, fascinated as the girl's nipple reacted -- probably
not sexually, as Kate's would have; Pamela had not been freed from
the time freeze long enough for that involuntary reaction.
Nevertheless, the girl's nipple became erect beneath the layers of
the girl's blouse and brassiere. Pamela moaned.

"Please don't touch me. Oh, God. Please. Please."

He stopped his exploration, and stared at Crystal.

"Strip?" he asked, almost as if it were a request.

"I can't," Crystal whispered. Her entire body shook slowly, her arms
wrapped under her breasts.

He shrugged, and placed his index finger to one side of Pamela's
nipple, and the thumb to the other side. Pamela moaned, visibly
bracing herself.

"Please, don't," she moaned.

But he did. Kate could see the pressure building as he pinched the
girl. She twisted, but that only caused more pain. Kate's nipples
ached in sympathy, and she closed her eyes. Kate wished that she was
able to cover her ears, as well. To her credit, Pamela held in her
scream as long as Kate figured was humanly possible. But it was her
nipple, and even if it wasn't bare, his fingers were crushing the
sensitive flesh without mercy. He wanted the girl to scream --
needed her to scream. And she did.

It was a strange scream that didn't echo, unlike his mad calling
earlier.

"Ahhhhhhhh. God. It hurts. Stop. Please, stop. Ahhhhhhhh."

Kate cringed, and felt sick.

A small tired voice cut through the scream as Pamela paused for a
moment to catch her breath.

"Stop. I'll strip. I'll do whatever the fuck you want."

And Pamela stopped screaming, though her sobs continued to cut
through the silence of the world. Behind Kate, she thought she heard
Andrea crying, too. The softness of Leigh's breast left her arms
briefly, and she almost immediately missed the human contact, though
she knew that Leigh was trying to help Andrea, as much as she was
able.

Almost in a daze, Crystal kicked off a running shoe. It twirled
through the air to drop near the Timeman's shoes. The other shoe
followed.

"No, Crystal. No," Pamela mumbled. But Crystal ignored her, as Kate
knew that the girl would. Crystal was strong, but even Crystal
wasn't as strong as the naked girls tied to Kate -- and to a one,
every girl behind her would have removed her clothing to help a
stranger. Kate's heart ached as she watched Crystal disrobe, pulling
her socks off and pushing her jeans to her ankles and stepping from
them. Her blouse fluttered to the ground at her bare feet, and then
she straightened, her eyes blazing.

"Is that enough, you sick fuck?"

Kate wanted to laugh, but she didn't. The girl remained standing in
her bra and black panties, high cut Kate crazily noted, and both
Crystal, and Kate, knew that it wasn't enough. It wasn't enough
until your heart stopped beating.

Diametrically, Crystal looked both incredibly vulnerable and
incredibly strong standing barefoot staring at her captor, her blue
eyes flashing.

Abruptly, without waiting for an answer, she slowly unclasped her
bra and let it fall to join her blouse and jeans. Then she pushed
her panties to her ankles and stood with her hands covering her
breasts.

"There. Now let them go," she whispered.

Slowly, he shook his head, and Crystal paled, casting a longing
glance at her former clothing. Kate looked away, knowing that he
wasn't done with the blonde. Not even close.

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"You have to be joking," Crystal whispered. Her hands remained
against her breasts, and her legs remained crossed tightly as she
stood vulnerable in front of him.

Instead of repeating his command, he reached towards Pamela's
breast. The girl screamed, and twisted her body, but the cuffs would
only let her go so far. He waited a moment, then reached up and
captured her nipple again. Pamela moaned.

"Crystal, no. Don't."

"He'll hurt you. Then move on to Wade. And Danielle," Crystal
whispered.

Kate nodded, knowing that the Timeman could easily rip open all the
bound girls' clothes, attach clothespins to sensitive flesh. Crystal
had stripped because Pamela had screamed. She would do as he asked.
There was no doubt.

"Don't hurt her. I'll do it," Crystal whispered.

Pamela moaned as the Timeman released her nipple. Her legs buckled
and the girl hung for a moment from her bound wrists, until she came
to the inevitable conclusion that this was more painful than
standing. Somehow, she pulled her legs back under her and
straightened.

"How do you want me," Crystal asked dully. "On my front or on my
back?"

Kate shivered, the lack of emotion in Crystal's voice frightening
her. She sounded like a war survivor, and in a way, Kate supposed
that Crystal just might be.

"Whatever way you normally do it," the Timeman said. He leaned up
easily against the firing squad wall, beside Pamela. He crossed his
arms, and Kate was relieved to see that the gun was no longer
pointed at any of the girls. The Timeman wasn't really watching
Crystal as the blonde sank first to her knees. He stared up the
corridor, his eyes scanning.

"I don't," Crystal said.

He turned his attention back to the naked girl kneeling in the
middle of the corridor. To her left a mother with a stroller walked
unaware of the girl in her path. To Crystal's right, a boy of about
fifteen, who probably would have sprayed his shorts to see Crystal
like this, ran to catch up to his buddies down the mall. Crystal
ignored all of them, if the unusual situation impacted on her mind,
it wasn't apparent in the set of her body. She only watched the
Timeman, his gun, and sometimes Pamela.

"You won't?"

Crystal sighed. "No. I don't. I've never done this before. Period.
With or without a fucking audience. I don't even know if I can. But
I'll try. You don't need to hurt her."

He didn't seem concerned about her inability.

"I see," he almost looked like he believed her. Truthfully, at this
point, Kate couldn't see why the girl would lie, either. The Timeman
waved to Crystal, and the girl lowered herself to the marble, a look
of distaste across her features. A dirty mall floor probably wasn't
her idea of an ideal location to begin this sort of thing. Kate
shivered. She had done this before, well, without an audience, and
she couldn't imagine trying to do it in the middle of a mall, in
front of friends, her face pressed against a dingy marble floor. It
seemed too much like a juvenile fantasy, but there the girl was,
large as life, pleading with her eyes to be excused from this
humiliation.

But she found no mercy there; there couldn't be, not today. Kate
struggled to understand, but her arms ached, and her her body
trembled as she tried to remain on her feet. Leigh's warmth and
softness again pressed into her arms, and she noted that Andrea
seemed quieter.

Crystal cast one more pleading look towards her tormentor, but then
evidently deciding that it might be slightly more modest, she turned
over, pushing her bare breasts into the marble, and rising up on her
knees. If she didn't know better, Kate would have said the girl was
preparing for sex, doggy-style.

"Please don't make me do this," Crystal begged.

He didn't answer her, only stared at her until she looked away.
Tears streamed down her face.

"I can't," she whispered.

But she did.

With a moan, and last convulsive sob, she reached back between her
legs, her cheek pressed into the floor, her eyes closed. Her fingers
touched between her legs, stroking and teasing herself. A flash of
her peach coloured nails peeked between her swollen lips, and then
disappeared rhythmically.

The Timeman stopped glancing around the corridors, and finally paid
attention to the naked blonde at least mimicking pleasuring herself
in front of him.

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Kate thought that she saw movement, like a ghost, out of the corner
of her eye. Crystal remained on her knees, her bum raised slightly,
her fingers working between her legs slowly. The girl was moaning,
but it didn't sound like sexual abandon. Nevertheless, the slight
musk of her, and Kate's uncontrollable arousal reared up like a
lion, grasping her and shaking her, almost forcing her to watch,
seeing herself there, touching herself, feeling the sensations. Kate
moaned.

But the flash of motion wasn't from Crystal, or the Timeman, or any
of the other girls. Kate snapped her head up and focused her eyes
down the corridor. Somewhere down near the escalator? A flash of
white? Moving?

She shook her head. Seeing things. When she returned her gaze to the
naked girl on the floor, she noticed that the Timeman was looking at
her intently. He started to take a step towards her, and Kate had an
insane impulse to run. Of course, her leash would stop that in a
hurry, so she waited quietly. Instead of approaching her, the
Timeman leaned back against the wall, and returned his eyes to
Crystal. Crystal's fingers slipped between her lips, rubbing and
stroking, slowly, then quicker. Crystal moaned, but again, Kate
doubted if the girl had entered any sexual fantasy, positive that
the girl was merely touching herself for effect, hoping that the
Timeman would release her from this task if she followed his
direction, or at least made the attempt. She was probably unaware of
anything beyond her own suffering and sensations of humiliation.

Pamela moaned, and when Kate drew her gaze from the bare skin on the
floor, she gasped. The Timeman had unbuttoned Pamela's blouse, and
pulled aside the right side of her bra. One naked breast peeked out,
and Pamela had averted her gaze, as if doing so might negate what
was happening to her. Pamela moaned again, her nipple rising
involuntarily as the cool air of the mall kissed her bare flesh.

He reached forward and teased the nipple, then grasped it lightly.
Pamela cried out, and Crystal's eyes fluttered open. When she saw
what was going on with her friend, she pulled her hand from between
her legs, and pushed herself up. She crossed her legs as best she
could, and sat up. She looked at her right hand with disgust, and
held it out from her, almost as if she were ashamed that it was
attached to her body.

"You promised not to hurt her," she said accusingly.

The Timeman smiled, and tilted his head.

"I promised not to hurt her if you pleasured yourself. You're
simply going through the motions. You aren't even trying."

Tears formed in Crystal's eyes.

"I can't," she whispered. "I can't. I've never done this before, and
I don't know how. I swear, I was trying. Please don't hurt her.
Please."

He twisted Pamela's nipple a little, though Kate could see that it
wasn't anywhere near enough to cause the girl any real distress.
Pamela groaned, and tried to twist, but he didn't release her bare
nipple.

"Oh, God. Please. I tried. I'll try some more if you like, but don't
you understand? I can't. I don't know how. And even if I did, I'm
scared. I'm scared to death of you, of that gun, of being naked in
the middle of a goddamn mall in front of my friends. Scared of you
raping me. Scared of what you are going to do to us. Even if I knew
how to climax, I couldn't do it. Don't you understand that? I would,
if I could. I swear it. Please don't do this to her. I'll try as
long as you want." As if to punctuate her words, she ran her left
hand over her bare breasts, toying with the nipples. "I'll have sex
with you, if that will help. I swear. Just stop hurting her.
Please." With a grimace, Crystal uncrossed her ankles and edged her
legs apart, exposing her vaginal mound to him.

He still didn't release Pamela, but his gaze softened. Again, Kate
was struck that he wasn't doing this primarily for himself. She
couldn't imagine who else he was doing this for, certainly not for
her, or for the girls he'd captured. While the image of Crystal
fingering herself and crying would be forever burned into her mind,
and if she was honest, was driving far too much desire into her,
fuelling fantasies of herself where Crystal was, the Timeman was not
doing this for Kate's benefit. She pulled again at the ropes holding
her arms. It felt like she'd been tied for hours, and she supposed
that she had been. It was going to hurt as much coming off, as it
did now, if he ever deigned to release her from this torment. His
gaze had softened, and that might be a promising thing.

"All right, Crystal. Would you do something else for me, instead?"

The Timeman glanced up the hallway, but it remained still and quiet.

"What is it?" Crystal asked. Hope had touched her eyes.

"Would you stick the fingers of your right hand in your mouth, and
suck them?"

"What?" Crystal stared at her hand, her brow wrinkling in distaste.
Her right hand had been between her legs, rubbing.

He nodded, and she stared at her own hand as though it was a
poisonous snake. She closed her eyes, and then, slowly, she brought
her hand to her lips. She gagged, but then slipped her two longest
fingers into her mouth, almost in a mime of oral sex with a man.
Tears fell from her eyes, but after the initial shame, she seemed to
figure out that this was far easier than masturbating fruitlessly in
front of her friends. She sucked quickly for a minute or two, long
enough to cleanse her scent and her moisture from the tips of the
two fingers. She grimaced, and opened her eyes, pulling her fingers
from her mouth.

She sighed in relief, as her eyes fell to Pamela, who still stood
with her breast exposed, but his fingers were no longer grasping her
reddened nipple.

Then she pushed herself up, and stood, wavering for a moment. Kate
thought Crystal might collapse, but then she found her balance, and
looked up, her eyes dull, but still alive.

"Thank-you," Crystal whispered.

It wasn't a gesture of true appreciation, that was clear enough, but
merely an acknowledgement of what he might have forced her to do.


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