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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [043/157] (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 43

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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"Sit still," he ordered the naked girl. Janice slipped into her card
table seat, her cards scattered on the table in front of her bare
breasts. It looked odd, seeing her sitting there, nude, at the card
table. Out of place. Strange.

But in an erotic way.

(If you'd done that to her, you'd be creaming in your jeans.)

(Stop it. Stop it.)

Leigh tore herself from watching the scene. She remained tied into
the chair in her wet clothes. She pulled weakly at her ankles,
knowing that it was useless. She'd be free soon enough so that she
could ...

"Are you ready to strip?"

Leigh nodded, in resignation. She glanced back at Janice. The naked
girl sat quietly, probably threatened within an inch of her life,
her hands resting behind her neck again.

He turned another chair and sat in it, facing Leigh.

"Proud of yourself?" she asked. "You won."

He shrugged. "You don't have a lot of control here. You were going
to strip for me. It was only a matter of finding out what you
responded to."

She swallowed heavily. Her one friend. He had to find her one
friend. And torture her. Shit.

"You're a fucking bastard, you know."

He inclined his head slightly. "I'm a bastard, I know that. But
'fucking' isn't the most ladylike language I've ever heard."

"Fuck. You."

Slowly, he rose, an expression of sorrow on his face. He sauntered
over to Janice.

"Don't move."

"Please, what are you going ..." Her question was cut off by his
hand striking her breast. It danced on her chest, her scream rising
as the pain of the slap raced through her nerves. "God. Please."

Her hands fell from their position to cradle her stinging skin. He
waited until she raised her hands again, tears falling from her
eyes.

"Please, no more," she whispered. He lowered his hand and walked
back to Leigh.

"You bastard," she whispered.

He smiled. "That's better."

"Can I ask you a question, before you untie me and make me strip for
you?"

He nodded.

"Why can't I swear?"

"Because it doesn't become you."

"But ..."

"You can swear, but only if I'm hurting you. Then I understand. Any
other time, it's gratuitous."

She frowned. "You can strip me naked, can tie me up, can pistol whip
my friend, can hit them whenever you please, and I'm being
gratuitous for saying 'fuck'?"

"I never said life was fair. It isn't ladylike."

"Maybe I'm not a lady."

He smiled kindly. "I beg to differ."

She sighed. She'd have to watch her mouth. That's all. It was an
easier request than to strip in front of him.

"Are you going to let her go?"

"I'm not going to keep her as long as you. But there's something
else she's got to do for us."

"Us?"

"Us. Now, if I untie you, will you behave?"

She pursed her lips, not liking the tone of this.

Slowly she nodded, though.

He rose from the chair, and walked around her. She felt the release
of the ratchet of her right cuff, and suddenly she was free. Or at
least her hand was.

He returned to the chair, backed off from Leigh, and settled down.

"I'm not free, yet," she said.

He shrugged. "You have your fingers now. Free yourself."

The knots were secure, and it was awkward, but she managed to shift
the ropes enough to release her own torso. After that, it was only a
matter of working at the knots around her ankles.

Soon she had freed herself, but for the handcuffs dangling from her
left wrist. She held it out.

"Nope, I want that on you."

She shrugged. "I just thought it wouldn't go with a striptease."

He considered that, and then held out his hand. She extended her
hand, and didn't fight as he released her left wrist. She felt
wonderfully free as the metal released her.

Leigh lowered herself back into her chair.

"Where do you want me?"

He smiled, and indicated the table. A few students ate lunch near
the far end, and a girl was eating a bowl of soup by herself in the
middle of the table. There was a clear section, just to the left of
the lonely girl and her soup.

"Up there?"

He nodded.

Wearily, Leigh rose, then stepped first up on her chair, then onto
the table. She stood there, her feet shoulder width apart, hands on
her jean clad hips. Her clothing still dripped from the cold shower,
but the shivers had fled.

She reached for the bottom of her T-shirt.

"Not yet."

"Huh?"

"Not yet."

Her fingers fell from the wet cloth.

"Don't you want to see me naked?"

She was aware of Janice watching the proceedings, perhaps happy
inside that she would no longer be the only one naked in the
cafeteria.

"Jeans first."

"What?"

"Take your jeans off."

Bewildered, she slowly unbuttoned the denim, and hooked her fingers
into the waist. She turned around as she pushed them down her legs.
She had worn high cut black panties this morning. Now she regretted
the choice, but she hadn't really envisioned being forced to strip
at gunpoint, either.

She stepped out of the jeans, actually somewhat glad that the
sopping, heavy, clothing no longer clung to her legs. He let her
stand there for a few minutes. Gooseflesh graced her smooth thighs
as the water evaporated from her skin.

"Panties."

"Please. I don't want to ..." her voice trailed off. She almost
choked as he rose from the seat. If he moved towards Janice again,
she'd ...

He approached the table.

"I really don't want to hurt Janice again. I just want your clothing
off. Once the panties are gone, the rest is easy, right?"

"This isn't easy. Trust me."

"I know."

Leigh lowered herself to the table, crossing her legs. It felt
strange to be sitting on the edge of a cafeteria table in her
panties, while an oblivious girl ate silently frozen behind her.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why are you making me do this?"

"Strip?"

She nodded. Tears came perilously close to her eyelids.

"Because you will look better naked."

"Me?"

"Oh yes."

"So you just want to look at me?"

"Leigh, no. It reinforces."

"Your control over me?"

He smiled.

"What if I don't take off the rest of my clothes?"

"Then we go back to the hard way. But I don't think Janice will like
that. She stripped like a good girl."

(She didn't have any choice at all. He's making *me* choose
this, in a way. Bastard.)

"You'll hurt Janice if I don't strip?"

"I'll hurt both of you. Leigh, I didn't make you kiss her, even
though I could have."

(I was ready for the kiss. I'm not ready to be naked.)

Slowly, Leigh nodded. She was going to have to swallow her pride. He
could hurt Janice, and then she'd do whatever he wanted. She knew
that. Had known it as soon as he had unfrozen the other girl.
Christ.

She rose back to her feet, and before she could think further about
it, she slipped the panties down her legs. With a flip of her foot,
the black cloth sailed wetly through the air towards the gunman. He
caught the panties deftly, with a smile.

Leigh watched as he walked over towards Janice.

"Open."

"Oh God, please no."

"Open." He pressed the gun into her cheek. Obediently, Janice opened
her mouth. He stuffed the black panties into her mouth until her
cheeks bulged.

"Don't drop them."

Janice could have spit the fabric out, but didn't. She tried to say
something, but it came out muffled and incomprehensible.

The gunman returned to Leigh.

"You didn't have to gag her. She was being quiet."

He shrugged. "Seemed like the right thing to do."

Leigh sighed, and hoped that he wouldn't make Janice hold her
panties like that for a long time.

"Shirt."

Without any hesitation, now, Leigh raised her T-shirt over her head,
dropping the damp clothing to the table. Instead of landing softly,
it plopped at her feet with a sound like a wet rag.

"Bra."

And her brassiere released her breasts to join her other clothing by
her feet. She made no attempt at covering herself. He was right.
Once her panties were gone, it was easier to strip off the remainder
- -- even her bra.

"Socks and jewellery."

Slowly, she lowered her bare body to the table until she could raise
her foot and peel the wet fabric from her toes, her leg resting on
the opposite thigh. Leigh sighed as her socks left her feet. It
actually felt wonderful. She wiggled her toes. Wet socks were the
absolute worst.

Bending to take off her socks was giving him a show, but Leigh
suspected that he was going to get a show no matter how modest she
tried to be. In fact, she suspected, the more she tried to hide
herself, the more aroused he was likely to be. Apparently, ladylike
behaviour only extended to her mouth. He didn't complain about her
openness,
  (Like he would!)
  but neither did he complain as she tucked her legs together 
after her feet were bare, and moved them modestly to the side.

"Jewellery, too?" she asked quietly.

He nodded.

"It isn't expensive."

"I know."

He hadn't made Janice remove her jewellery. Leigh glanced over. The
other girl was watching her intently as she was forced to take off
her clothing; a large hoop dangled from Janice's ear.

Slowly, Leigh slipped her watch from her wrist, and fumbled the
cheap studs from her ears. Somehow, the watch leaving her wrist made
her feel far more naked than losing her clothing. She didn't wear a
necklace, but a tiger's eye graced her right ring finger. She
slipped the ring from her finger, holding the jumble of metal in her
palm. Jingling the pieces, she held them out towards him.

He rose and retrieved the jewellery from her.

"Why are you stealing my jewellery?"

"Stealing them?"

"They aren't even worth forty dollars. I swear it."

Laughing, he turned back towards her.

"I'm not stealing them. I'm putting them in the pack with your
perfume. I might want you to wear them again, later."

"Oh," she whispered as he turned and did exactly as he'd said he
would. Her watch clattered as it tumbled into the zippered pocket of
the backpack.

"Are you ever going to let me dress again?"

"Your clothes are wet. Do you really want them back on?"

She considered it. Maybe not her socks, but she really did want the
protection of the rest of her clothes, wet or otherwise.

"They'd dry eventually. Please? You've seen me. I'll lay out for
you, if you want a really good look, if you'll let me dress
afterward."

He smiled gently at her. His demeanour had changed subtly as she'd
stripped, and stopped balking at his demands. She idly wondered if
his harshness was really only a show -- an act to control her. She
couldn't help it, though, she wouldn't let him hurt Janice, or
anyone else by her stubbornness. She knew it wasn't the right thing
to do in the circumstances, but she couldn't watch it. Couldn't.

She shifted, leaning on her hand against the table as she waited for
him.

"Sit up. Feet in front."

She glanced at Janice, who looked away, and slowly rose until she
sat as he'd asked. The table felt strange and new against her bare
skin.

"I'm going to tie you up with rope, now. I want to put this gun
away, again."

"Why? I'm not going to attack you. I'll sit still, if you want me
to."

"I'd feel better with you tied."

"I wouldn't."

He shrugged. It was that simple. If he wanted her tied, he would tie
her. He moved around the table upon which Leigh sat. When he touched
her upper arms, Leigh slipped her hands behind her back, crossing
her wrists.

The ropes held her, but not as tightly as she'd assumed he would tie
her. She wasn't in any danger of failed circulation. He moved around
her, and began to tie her ankles together.

"You enjoy tying me, don't you?"

He looked up. His fingers continued to loop rope around her, running
a length up and between her legs to clinch the rope around her
ankles. She pushed her knees apart so that he wouldn't have to press
his fingers through her tight calves. She sighed; he was going to
see her, no matter how careful she was. He straightened after he was
done, but even though she watched him, he hadn't seemed to glance
between her legs as she'd thought he would.

Her ankles were secure in front of her. She wiggled her toes. If
she was in the ropes too long, she was sure that she'd lose feeling
there, but she hoped that she wouldn't be like this long.

"Yes," he said easily. "I enjoy tying you up. You look pretty that
way."

"Great," she commented. She pulled at her wrists behind her. Her
vulnerability sent a shiver through her nerves. Her nipples
throbbed, and embarrassed, she noted that they'd hardened despite
her fear.

He settled back into the chair, letting his eyes roam over her. He
didn't seem to be ogling her -- his eyes weren't glued to her bare
chest, but rather taking in the image of her entire body, tied and
vulnerable. She felt a flush rising from her chest into her face.

"You dress conservatively."

She knew that she did, was self-conscious of her body. She had a
feeling that before all this was over, that she'd be a lot more
comfortable with herself. Slowly, she nodded.

"Why?"

She cleared her throat.

"I guess, I don't want to be remembered for this," she said. As she
spoke, she nodded down towards her bare breasts.

Her body wasn't a raving beauty -- she wasn't Kate Robertson. But
she was slim, and athletic. Her breasts were on the small side, she
knew, but they suited her frame. Guys would certainly be interested
in her, if they could see her now. And not just because she was
naked and bound and female. Some guys would jump anything with a
pulse.

She regards her captor for a moment. He wasn't one of them. Of
that, she was sure. He hadn't even raped Janice, and he could have.
Could have raped her, could do so while she sat here tied and
vulnerable. She couldn't stop him.

"You have nothing to be ashamed of," he remarked. As he spoke, he
lifted himself from the chair to his feet.

She pursed her lips. She knew that, in the back of her mind, she
knew that she was pretty -- not beautiful, but if she accepted her
femininity a little more than long finger nails, and the occasional
dab of Poison, she could be. Did she want that, though? Really?

Maybe this world was where she was going to find out. Like it or
not.

She looked away, somewhat embarrassed by his words.

She glanced over at the card table. Janice sat still, her hands
remaining behind her neck. She didn't even seem to be breathing.

"Janice?" Leigh called.

Janice didn't respond. The gunman was watching Leigh, but she didn't
notice. She shifted her position a little, trying to get more
comfortable with her ankles bound.

"Janice?" Leigh called a little louder.

"She can't answer you. She's gagged."

(With my panties.)

"That isn't all. What have you done to her?"

Janice hadn't moved, or twitched. Even her bare breasts weren't
rising and falling with her breathing.

"I slipped her into a slower time frame. She'll be fine, but she
can't see or hear us."

"Oh," Leigh said, and turned her attention back towards her captor.

"We need to talk," he said.


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