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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [042/157] (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 42

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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"Where are we going?" Leigh asked. Her feet squished with each step,
and her clothing dripped and formed puddles on the hardwood of the
gym. She waited for him to open the double doors for her.

"Cafeteria. Weren't you going to a card game?"

Leigh sighed. Her body heat had begun to warm the frigid water that
soaked her clothing, and the shivers came at less frequent
intervals. Her captor either didn't notice her discomfort, or was
aware of it, and didn't care.

Leigh nodded.

The blue pack swung against his calf as he moved around Leigh and
pushed open the door. The door swung outward. Leigh probably could 
have pushed it open with her shoulder if she wasn't stalling.

She stepped through into the corridor beyond. The cafeteria's doors
beckoned her. She sighed, and stepped towards the lunchroom.

He opened the door for her, and she stepped through again. The
lunchroom teemed with frozen students. Near the entrance, Leigh's
eyes flit on Dean, and Tim, and Janice. Dean was frozen dealing, as
if waiting for Leigh's appearance.

A small puddle of water formed around Leigh's feet as she stood
shivering by the doors.

"Why are we here?" she asked.

"To play cards, of course."

"I don't want to play cards."

He smiled, his grin telling her that she didn't have a lot of
choice.

He moved towards the table with her friends, such as they were.

"Is this Janice?"

Leigh nodded. "You know it is." He'd seen her picture, under a
magnet in Leigh's locker.

"You feel like stripping, now?"

"Not particularly. Not here."

"Come here."

Leigh walked over. Her friends ignored her, frozen forever.

"If I take off your cuffs, will you strip?"

She considered it. The scene in the shower had faded a little.
Candice had been fine in the end, restored to her unblemished self.
And though the cold water infusing her clothing served as a
reminder, her fear had faded a little. Bravado, and pride filled
her.

"No. I told you that I wouldn't strip for you."

He smiled. She didn't like that smile.

"You said you would in the shower."

"I know. That was in the shower, where you're supposed to be naked.
Not here. Those are my friends."

The idea of stripping in front of Janice, Dean and Tim filled her
with fear. Her body shook with the power of her denial. Even if
they were frozen.

He sighed, and pulled one of the black, plastic, uncomfortable
cafeteria chairs out from beside Dean. He flipped it around, so it
faced towards the front of the cafeteria.

"Sit."

When she raised her eyes, he held the gun again. It wasn't
necessary. Leigh was tired of standing, and she almost gratefully
shifted, and sat down carefully into the chair offered. Her clothes
bunched as she sat, the water squeezing out to form a small puddle
beneath her bottom.

"I'm going to tie you in. I don't want trouble."

Leigh shivered, but didn't object. The gun pulled back from tickling
her ribs.

"What are you going to do?"

"Don't worry. I'm not going to rape you."

She didn't see how he could rape her while she was tied into a
chair, but she didn't voice that concern.

Awkwardly, he raised her arms, and convinced them behind the back of
the chair. It was uncomfortable, but she suspected that her comfort
wasn't really a consideration in this.

Ropes emerged from the blue pack, and she suffered his touch to tie
first her ankles, then two ropes above and below her breasts holding
her securely to the back of the chair. Her ankles were secured to
the chair legs, apart. She could lift her ankles a little, but she
wasn't going anywhere quickly.

"I won't strip for you," she whispered. But the image of Candice,
her cheek cut and bleeding, dazed and moaning naked on the floor of
the shower infused her. She wasn't as sure as she had been.

He ignored Leigh, moving back around her friends.

Leigh watched over her shoulder as he slipped around them, pausing
at Janice. Janice was her only real friend, knew what it was like at
home, knew her.

Suddenly, the image of Candice morphed into Janice, lying
motionless, and naked, on the floor to the showers.

"Please, don't."

The gunman smiled.

"I'll strip for you. I'll have sex with you, if you want."

She didn't actually mean it, they were just words. She'd balk at
sex, she knew, but she thought, for only the second time, that he
might be able to get her to take her clothing off, if given enough
incentive.

He ignored her. Leigh hung her head. He was going to do whatever he
wanted, anyway. Her breasts tingled for a moment, despite her
misery.

"What the fuck?"

It was Janice's voice. Leigh closed her eyes.

"She isn't part of this. Leave her alone," Leigh said without
emotion. There was no point. He wanted Janice, and Leigh was tied
into the chair. She had let him tie her into the chair, because
she'd been tired.

"Leigh?"

Leigh opened her eyes. Janice dropped her cards, rose from her own
chair. Janice ran, her running shoes tapping like tap shoes in the
silence.

"What? Are you all right?"

Leigh looked up. Janice was already falling to her knees, fingers
fumbling at Leigh's bound ankles.

"You're wet."

"No, Janice. Everything isn't all right."

A quick laugh behind her, brought Janice's eyes upwards. They
widened, presumably at the sight of that damn gun.

Slowly, Janice raised her hands in a parody of all bank tellers
about to be robbed on television. She slowly rose from her knees, to
stand, her eyes on the man behind Leigh.

"Step away."

"Leigh?"

"Do what he says," Leigh said dully.

Janice backed away from the bound girl, hands still in the air.

Leigh felt the barrel of the gun press into her temple. She didn't
bother to flinch. She knew he wouldn't shoot her, but Janice didn't.

"Janice?"

The girl shook her head, confused.

"What happened? Why is Leigh tied up? Why isn't anyone moving?"
Janice's voice rose almost hysterically as she spoke.

"Not important, dear girl. I want you to strip. Take off your
clothes."

Janice slowly shook her head. An image of Janice lying on the floor,
bleeding and screaming entered Leigh's consciousness.

She spoke over her shoulder, towards the man standing behind her.

"I give up. I'll strip for you. I'll do whatever you want."

He ignore her, spoke to Janice.

"Strip. Now."

Janice continued to shake her head. No.

His voice dropped, the epitome of reasonable.

"I don't want to kill Leigh, but I will. And I'll keep killing your
friends until you take off your clothes."

"He will," Leigh mumbled. "I'm sorry Janice." It was a lie, at least
partially. She knew he wouldn't shoot her, but he sure as hell would
wake Dean and Tim and shoot them. Probably not to kill, either.

Janice paled. "Please, I don't want to be raped."

"He won't rape you," Leigh murmured. At least she hoped that he
wouldn't. She turned her chin to glance over her shoulder again. He
stood behind her, watching the frightened girl in front of her.
"I'll take her place. Tie her, here. I'll strip for you. Please
don't do this." Leigh pulled weakly at the handcuffs. She wasn't
reaching the knots. Oh no.

Again, he ignored the bound girl.

"Strip."

The report of the gun deafened Leigh temporarily. The bullet
ricocheted off the table beside Janice, and buried itself in the
concrete near the cafeteria line-up.

Leigh could see Janice's mouth opened in surprise, but not in pain,
probably screaming. The sound of the scream only barely filtered
through the ringing in Leigh's ears.

Janice's fingers began to move, pulling her sweater over her head,
revealing her bra and pale skin. Without hesitation, the girl pushed
her jeans to her ankles, and kicked off her shoes to step out of
them.

Leigh's hearing began to return, slowly.

"Please, no more," Janice was crying.

"Socks, and underwear. What's the point in standing there like
that?"

Leigh closed her eyes. When she reopened them, Janice pushed her
pink panties to her bare ankles, and stepped out of them. The
remainder of her clothing littered the floor at her bare feet. She
stood naked in front of Leigh. Leigh looked away.

"Please," Janice said.

Her hands began to rise, to cover her breasts.

"I said, hands down."

The girl snapped her hands to fall at her bare thighs.

"Let her be. Please. I'll strip. I'll do what you want," Leigh
implored. Leigh was crying, too, big tears falling down her cheeks.

He stepped around her chair, approaching Janice.

"Kneel," he ordered her.

Janice found her voice. "God. Please no. I don't want to do this. I.
I can't."

"What don't you want to do?"

"Give. Give. Give you a blowjob. Please, no."

He smiled, almost kindly. "No blowjob. No problem. Get down." He
raised the gun again, this time pointing it between Janice's bare
breasts.

The girl sank down, the gun following her heart.

"Please," Janice whispered.

He sat in front of her. Leigh watched from the chair, pulling at the
bonds, her ankles and wrists. She was going to have to watch him
rape Janice.

"Please," Leigh said. "I said I'd do what you want. I'll fuck you,
if you want. Just stop this."

She didn't know if she would have sex with him, but she had to try
something. Couldn't just let Janice be terrorised because of her
stubborn refusal to strip.

"Your friend doesn't know when to shut up," he remarked to Janice,
who cowered on her knees.

"I'll do whatever you want. Just please don't kill me," Janice
whispered.

"Kill you? Hell no. I just want to hurt you," he said. Janice paled.

"You fucking bastard. Listen to me," Leigh said urgently. "I'll take
her place. Please don't do this."

He turned finally towards Leigh. "You had your chance. Now, I have
to pistol whip Janice here. Now shut up, or I'll rape her, as well."

"Please," Leigh whispered.

He sent her a warning glance, and Leigh closed her mouth.

"Pistol? Pistol whip?"

"Yeah, I tie you to a chair, and hit you with the pistol until you
pass out."

"Oh God," Janice whispered. She looked like she would rise up and
run. But she didn't. "I'll do whatever you want. I'll give you a
blowjob. I'm good at them. Please." Her fingers began to reach for
the front of his jeans.

He smiled, but didn't offer to unzip for her. Her fingers halted
before they reached his crotch. He considered for a moment.

"What if I wanted you to have sex with Leigh?"

"With Leigh? She's a girl," Janice stammered the obvious.

He shrugged. "You have a tongue, don't you? You just offered to use
it on me."

Janice shivered. "I. I couldn't."

He shifted towards Janice.

"Put your hands behind your neck."

Janice balked. He sighed.

"If you don't, Janice, first, I'll put a bullet through Leigh's left
breast, then her kneecap. Is it worth it?"

Shakily, Janice raised her hands, entwining her fingers behind her
neck. Her breasts rose in response. Her nipples crinkled
involuntarily in the cool cafeteria air.

"Good girl."

"Please. Let her go. Let me go."

Instead of answering her, he whispered.

"If those hands come down, I will shoot Leigh. And I'll make you
listen to her scream."

Leigh wanted to scream, now, to tell him to stop. To hurt her, if he
needed to. But he'd pistol whip, maybe even rape, Janice, and he
wouldn't return her as fast as he did with Candice, either. Janice
would suffer. Oh yes, she would. Leigh kept her lips clamped shut.

"Please, no," Janice whispered.

He reached forward, caressing the girl's breasts. Despite her
obvious fear, her nipples rose to attention.

Carefully, and deliberately, he grasped the sensitive flesh there,
and slowly pinched and twisted. Janice's face screwed up in pain,
until she passed her pain threshold. Then she howled. But her hands
didn't drop from behind her neck.

She managed to maintain the posture far further than Leigh thought
she could. But finally, with a final scream that sounded more like a
cat in pain than a girl, she dropped her hands, prying at his
gripping fingers.

"Please stop. Oh my God, please stop. It hurts."

He released her, and moved back from her. Realisation hit her, after
the pain had become tolerable.

"Oh God, please no." She raised her hands back behind her neck,
exposing herself. "I'll do better. I'll keep them there. I promise.
Please don't shoot her. Not in the tits."

He laughed.

"You lasted longer than I thought you would, Janice."

She hung her head, whether in shame or relief, Leigh couldn't tell.

Janice screamed, a short burst, when he wound his hand into her long
brunette hair. He forced her forward, until she rested on her hands
and knees. Slowly, he guided the crying girl with the leash of her
hair, into a crawling motion. He guided the girl up towards the
line, inspecting the food. She crawled around frozen feet, and
stumbled at some of his direction crying out as the pressure on her
scalp increased.

"I can't. Please. I can't move as fast as you."

"Try."

Finally, they returned. Leigh risked it.

"You don't have to do this. I've learned. I'll do what you say.
I'll strip. I'll give you a blowjob. I don't care. I'll do whatever
you want."

He smiled. "I don't want a blowjob, and I'm not sure that you can do
what I want."

"I'll try," she whispered.

He nodded. But turned his attention back to Janice.

He crouched beside the girl. The gun was back in his waistband, but
Leigh doubted if Janice cared anymore.

"Will you kiss Leigh?"

Janice shook her head, hair whispering around the girl's face.

"Kiss? She's a girl."

"Yes. You can kiss a girl, can't you?"

"On the cheek?"

"No. French. Tongues, and all."

"Why?"

"Because I want to see it. Because I'll hurt you, if you don't.
I'll hurt her even worse."

Slowly, Janice nodded. "Okay."

She slowly rose up until she was kneeling back, her bare thighs
against her calves.

"Beg."

"Huh?"

"Beg to kiss her."

"Please, no."

He shrugged, pulled back out the gun. The gun dimpled Leigh's right
breast. She could feel him playing with the trigger. Her heart
raced again.

"Please. I want to kiss her," Janice whispered. Her voice wavered.
"I want to kiss her with my tongue."

He nodded, apparently satisfied that he could humiliate the girl
that way. He turned to Leigh.

"Will you kiss her?"

Leigh shook her head. "Not like that."

He took a deep breath.

"Would you care to lead her to the showers, or should I?"

The gun arcing down, striking Janice's cheek, or worse, frightened
Leigh.

"I'll kiss her."

"Beg."

"Please let me kiss her. I'll enjoy it, somehow. Please."

He motioned for Janice to rise. She did, her bare body rising like a
dancer from her knees.

"I don't want to do this," she whispered.

He wound his hand back into Janice's hair, urging the naked girl
towards her friend. Leigh closed her eyes, parted her lips, waiting
for the soft touch of Janice's lips. She didn't know if she could
use her tongue, but she'd try.

The image of the pistol striking Janice was far too easy to imagine.

Nothing came. No pain. No soft lips. Just soft pressure on her
knees, like fingers.

When she opened her eyes, Janice had returned to her knees in front
of Leigh, her hands resting lightly on her wet jeans.

Leigh let out her breath in a long whoosh. Her captor smiled gently
from where he sat beside her.

"Are we ready to strip, now?"

Leigh nodded, her body slumping into the ropes.

"I'll strip for you."

She was just glad that he hadn't made her beg to do it.


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