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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [041/157] (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 41

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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"That's the gym," Leigh said as her stocking feet came to a halt
outside of the big double doors.

He stepped around her and opened the door for her. Leigh glanced in.
Two teams of girls, some of whom she knew, were practising
basketball on the hardwood court. A boys class seemed to be watching
the girls from the bleachers. Idly, Leigh wondered if Kresner was
playing in an afternoon house league game tonight.

With a sigh, Leigh entered, walking around the edge of the court.
Her captor followed, but didn't worry about interrupting the frozen
game, walking through the girls in gym equipment, glancing at the
girl stopped in mid-dribble.

"Hold up," the gunman said.

Leigh stopped, and turned to face him. He motioned her to follow,
and moved towards the side of the gym, towards the locker rooms.

"You can't go in there," Leigh said, as he placed his hand on the
female change room door.

He laughed, but removed his hand from the metal push plate.

"You're kidding, right?"

"Girls might be changing. You can't go in there." Leigh stepped
towards the door, nodding her head at the small stick symbol stuck
to the door. The symbol was clearly wearing a dress.

He laughed again.

"Leigh, I can go anywhere I please. Even into the girl's showers."

Leigh sighed, realising how foolish she must look, hands behind her,
and her feet without shoes, preaching to the guy that had frozen the
damn world.

She stepped aside. He nodded and pushed the door open.

With a flourish, he bid her enter.

She did, her feet noticing the change from hardwood to colder tile.

The girl's change room was Spartan. Benches lined the walls, and a
bank of hair dryers stood sentinel near the entrance to the
showering area. The school wasn't concerned about student privacy;
Leigh hated to shower after gym class, but the communal showers
weren't visible from this angle. Leigh silently hoped that there
weren't any girls unfortunate enough to be showering in the frozen
time frame. A few girls, in various states of dress, though
thankfully, none naked, sat around talking or dressing. A class
appeared to have just completed.

He touched Leigh's elbow, and she followed him towards the shower.
Sure enough, two girls were showering, though Leigh didn't know
either one. One girl, heavier, faced slightly away, frozen water
cascading over her shoulders. A slimmer girl stood, her bare back
facing the entrance, head tilted back, water washing suds from her
long blonde hair. Leigh thought she might recognise the blonde, but
it was hard to say from the rear.

"Pick one."

"Huh?"

Leigh looked down at her feet. Distractedly, she noticed the water
on the floor, from the running showers, rippling as some force
released it. Leigh jumped back as the unfrozen water touched her
socks, instantly soaking them.

"Come here."

She shook her head. Her feet were uncomfortable, as only damp socks
can feel.

He grasped her arm, and propelled her into the shower area. Her feet
splashed through the water. The soles of his runners seemed to
protect him from the worst of it. Other than her feet, though, she
remained dry.

"Pick one."

This time, he growled it at her, the threat unmistakable. Leigh
shivered.

"Pick one, what?"

"One of the girls."

"What for?"

"Pick one."

Leigh nodded towards the slimmer girl, the one faced away.

"What are we, in Porky's?" Leigh asked.

He shot her a withering stare, and pulled the gun.

(Oh God, I'm going to die in the girl's shower.)

She nearly ran, despite her fear, but then the sound of falling
water brought her back to reality. The blonde continued to run her
hands through her hair, rubbing at her face. She was pretty under
the shower, unaware of the male intrusion.

Her eyes widened as she turned, rubbing water and soap out of her
face.

"Who the fuck are you?" she whispered. Her eyes fell to the handgun
pointing between her bare, wet breasts. Automatically, one arm rose
to shield her breasts, the other hand driving downwards to cover her
wispy pubic region.

"Come here," the man growled.

The blonde shook her head, water droplets spraying from her hair.
Her eyes took in Leigh, her stocking feet shifting in the run off.

"What the fuck do you want?" she said, almost hysterically. "This
is the fucking girl's showers."

He laughed, and stepped forward. He didn't seem to care about the
water that seemed to strike his arm and slip off, like it was made
of rubber. Leigh watched, amazed, as his arm emerged from the shower
spray, tugging on the blonde's bare elbow, perfectly dry. Whatever
force had protected him, didn't extend to the blonde; the girl was
dripping, and stumbled forward until she stood shivering a pace in
front of Leigh.

"Kneel," he said to the girl.

Shaking, the blonde obeyed, the gun pointed at her temple. The
bottoms of her bare feet fell into the sphere of her shower spray.

"I. I don't want to die. Please."

"What's your name?"

The girl shivered, but replied. "Candice."

"Do people call you Candy?"

The terrified girl shook her head. She turned her eyes upwards,
pleading with Leigh.

"Why is he doing this?" she whispered.

Leigh glanced at the gunman, who nodded. Leigh crouched, her nose
only centimetres from Candice's.

"Do what he says," Leigh said as calmly as she could.

"Is he going to hurt me?"

"I don't know, Candice. I don't know."

The girl's eyes found Leigh's hands, and widened as she saw the
handcuffs.

"Oh God," she moaned.

Leigh slowly rose.

"Let her go," she said to the gunman.

"Will you strip? Be as naked as her?"

Leigh shook her head firmly. He shrugged, a quick smile gracing his
lips.

He slowly reached down to the naked girl, wound his hand into her
wet hair near the back of her head. She screamed, her hands rising
to his, uncovering her nudity, as he pulled. Slowly, she rose from
her knees, following the pressure of his hand.

"God. Please. That hurts."

"I know," he said.

When the blonde rose up on her toes, he walked her back towards her
shower.

"Please. Please. Please."

He turned her face upwards into the spray. The water seemed to roll
off his clothing, like the back of a duck. Leigh watched in mounting
horror.

"Oh God."

Leigh watched as he tucked the gun into his waistband. Candice
didn't notice, and probably didn't care. Leigh could hear the girl
struggling for breath under the spray.

He reached forward with his free hand, his other hand still holding
Candice up on her toes, screaming.

The screams began to increase. His hand rested on the hot water
dial. Leigh couldn't tell if he turned it clockwise or counter, but
Candice was suddenly screaming in between struggling for breath.

"You bastard, let her go."

The gunman turned towards Leigh. Either the hot handle was up full,
or off.

"I'll do what you want."

"You'll strip?"

"Just let her go. She's not part of this. Whatever this is."

The water runoff from Candice's shower met Leigh's wet feet. It was
cold. Like ice. Candice's hands pulled frantically at the hand
holding her, still screaming.

Abruptly, he let Candice go. She fell, scrabbling to get out from
under the freezing shower. The girl was visibly crying, and
shivering, her arms moving to hug herself.

Leigh spoke quietly.

"Just take off these damn handcuffs, and I'll strip for you. Just
let her go."

"I don't want you to strip. Not yet. It's too late for that."

Confused, Leigh took a step back. The water gracing her feet numbed
the bottom of her feet.

"I want to show you something."

"What? Haven't you showed me enough?"

He shook his head. He grabbed Candice's hair again, this time
forcing the girl to her hands and knees. The naked girl crawled
through the water at the insistent tug of his hand.

When she approached Leigh's feet, he forced her head downward.

"Kiss her."

"Please no," the girl wailed.

But a second later, Leigh felt the touch of Candice's face on her
stocking feet. She stepped back, away from the experience.

"Let her go. Please."

The girl was yanked to her knees. She tried to rise to her bare
feet, but he prevented it with a twist of her hair. He aimed the gun
back at her temple.

"I could kill her," he whispered.

"Noooo. Please. I'll do anything. I'll ... I'll go back into the
shower for you. I'll fuck you. That's what you want, isn't it?"

The blonde continued to babble, her eyes pleading, but turned now
towards Leigh, as if the other bound female might be able to help.
Leigh closed her eyes, didn't want to see this.

His voice addressed Leigh. "If I kill her, it won't matter. When I
return her, she'll be as good as new."

"You don't have to kill her. I get it."

"Leigh? Open your eyes."

Leigh did. The girl remained on her knees, cowering. The gun
remained at her temple, the soft skin there dimpled.

He lowered himself to Candice's level.

"If I wanted a blowjob?"

"Yes. Yes. Please don't hurt me."

"If I wanted you to have sex with Leigh?"

Leigh shook her head, slowly, terrified. But she dared not move.
That damn gun remained at the girl's head.

"Yes. I'll lick her. I'll fuck her. Anything you want."

"If I turned off the cold water, and turned on the hot water?"

Candice's eyes widened.

"Please, no."

"Would you?"

Candice looked down, overlooking her bare breasts, to where her
knees touched the tiles.

"Yes," she said dully.

Leigh watched in horror as he reversed the gun and brought the
handle down across Candice's right cheek. A line of blood
immediately formed, and the girl fell to her right as he released
her hair in the same motion.

A silent scream of pain rose from the girl's throat, as her hands
lifted to press the wound. Blood trickled into the running water,
pink flowing towards the drain.

Leigh had taken two steps towards the scene before he lifted the gun
to point between her breasts.

"Leigh, stop."

At the sound of his voice, she halted, almost close enough to land
the kick which she'd planned. In her stocking feet, it probably
would have broken her foot, but it might have hurt him. And that was
all she could see right now.

"You fucked up bastard, whore," she whispered. "You didn't need to
fucking do that. She didn't do anything. She would have given you
your fucking blowjob."

He rose, leaving Candice moaning and writhing on the floor.

"Would you have had sex with her?"

"To prevent her being hit like that? What did she fucking do to
deserve that?"

"Would you have had sex, willingly, with her? Before I hit her?"

Leigh's mouth opened and closed, disbelief racing through her mind.
Her hands were handcuffed. Her feet wet. A fucking guy with a gun
had pistol whipped a naked student -- in the girl's shower.

"No," she whispered.

"Now?"

Leigh nodded. Her eyes welling up with tears.

"I don't want you to have sex with her. At least not now."

Leigh breathed a sigh of relief.

"I want you to go under the shower."

"What?"

"Under there," he pointed with his free hand.

"But. I've got all my clothes on."

"I know."

"Will you let her go?"

He nodded. She'd served her purpose. Oh yes.

Leigh flashed him with a look of pure hate, or at least as close as
she could, and stepped defiantly towards the cold shower. The spray
hit her like a January shower. Her voice uttered an involuntary
scream from the icy water as it soaked into her clothing and hair.

Candice remained immobile on the floor, rocking, blood still seeping
between her fingers.

"You are a bastard," Leigh whispered as her teeth began to chatter.

He motioned the girl out, and Leigh thankfully stepped from the
shower spray. Without asking, Leigh stepped around the gunman,
noting that the gun remained trained on her. She didn't care. She
knelt into the cold water beside Candice.

"Are you all right, Candice?"

The girl moaned.

"Let me see. Move your hands." Leigh turned towards the gunman. "Let
me out of these fucking handcuffs, if you aren't going to help her."

He shook his head, not moving to release Leigh.

"I'll help her," he said simply.

"Candice, you have to move your hands. I can't do it for you."

The girl must have heard her, as she lifted one hand from her
wounded cheek. The cut was deep, and looked painful.

"Why did he do that? Why me?"

"It's my fault, Candice. I'm sorry. I wouldn't strip for him."

The girl moaned again, and pressed her palm back into her cheek.

Leigh slowly regained her feet. Her teeth chattered, and she
couldn't control her shivering. She wished for the use of her hands.

"Step away from her," he ordered.

Leigh fought her voice, and managed not to curse at him again. She
stepped away from the moaning blonde.

When she turned back, the girl was gone. She'd returned to the
shower, facing away from them, her hands running obliviously through
her blonde tresses under a warm shower.

"What?"

"Have a look."

Leigh stepped through the wet floor, not caring if a shower sprayed
her. As she moved closer to Candice, droplets of warmer water kissed
her feet and legs.

The girl stood naked in the spray, whole, and complete. No pistol
mark marred her cheek. She looked warm and comfortable.

Suddenly, he was beside her, somehow not getting wet.

"I could have kept her here."

"You bastard."

"Leigh. Time control. It didn't happen to her. She never was naked
in front of me and you. She never was forced under a cold shower.
She never had the butt end of a pistol shatter her cheek. Such
events never happened. To her. But, Leigh, they could have."

Leigh closed her eyes, and stepped away from the shower. Shivers
ran through her body, but with concentration, she could control the
chatter in her teeth.

Soon, he joined her near the entrance to the shower.

"You aren't going to shoot me, are you?"

He smiled. "Smart girl."

"You'll just keep hurting innocent people, until I obey."

"Smart girl."

"You are such a fucking bastard."

"At the moment. You needed that."

She shook her head. "I didn't."

"Maybe you didn't learn. Would you like to pick a girl in the change
room, next? We can cut off her clothes, and have a shower with her,
next."

Leigh shuddered.

"No," she whispered. "I'll do whatever you want. You want me to take
off my clothes? I will. Now."

He smiled and shook his head. "Not yet."

She wanted to take the wet garments off. They were freezing her.
But in a way, she was glad that he wanted to wait.

"Why?"

"Because you're cold, and I need to show you one more thing."

"I don't need any other demonstrations."

"Yes, you do."

Leigh shuddered, not entirely from the cold.

"Please. Just let me go."

Ignoring her, he glanced around at the half-naked girls populating
the locker room.

"Soon," he said, but obviously not in reference to her request. "You
and Kate will be showering together in here. Maybe I'll even let
you use warm water."

Leigh shivered, wondering what he had in mind for her.

And suddenly, his hand was at her elbow, urging her, dripping,
towards the locker entrance. Still shivering, she stumbled after
him.


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