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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [045/157] (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 45

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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"Turn around."

Leigh obeyed, presenting her back to the Timeman. Fingers toyed with
the knots on the ropes holding her hands together behind her. The
classroom door snicked shut.

When her hands were free, Leigh brought them in front of her, and
rubbed at the deep rope marks adorning her skin.

A touch to her shoulder urged her to return and face the Timeman. He
motioned towards the desk where she'd been when he took her. Her
books remained scattered across its surface, and one of her shoes
stood beneath it.

Her eyes were drawn from her desk to his hand. The gun sat cradled
in his right hand. It wasn't pointing at her, but the fact that it
wasn't in his waistband attested to her relative freedom.

"I'm not stupid enough to attack you," she said quietly. "You don't
need that thing."

"Actually, I'm not worried about you. Or Janice."

(Who then?)

"What do you want me to do?"

He waved towards her desk again, with his free hand.

"Tie her into it."

"Huh?"

"I want you to tie Janice into your chair," he said. He turned
towards Janice, now the weapon was lowered and pointing between her
breasts. "Is that okay with you, Janice?"

She looked terrified, but she nodded without saying anything. The
naked, handcuffed girl began to walk towards Leigh's desk. Leigh
followed, after taking the lengths of rope that the gunman handed to
her. The coils felt like snakes in her fingers.

Leigh pushed the desk with her books and notes into the aisle where
it stood like a lonely island. With a sigh, Janice lowered herself
into the chair, her cuffed wrists falling behind the back of it.

Leigh knelt. The tile pressed into her knees coldly.

"I'm sorry," Leigh whispered. The arousal that she'd assumed that
she'd feel while forced to tie her friend into the chair had fled.

Gently, she moved Janice's bare foot towards the chair leg.

"On the outside," his voice floated to her. Leigh looked up. He was
seated, watching her work, from the desk across the aisle, slowly
swinging his legs. The gun lay easily across his lap.

(At least it isn't pointed at me.)

She sighed, and moved Janice's foot until it rested against the
outside edge of the chair leg. She knew why it had to be this way.
Her fingers echoed her body, shaking and nervous; they had trouble
tying Janice's ankle to the chair, though in the end, they managed
it.

Suddenly, his fingers were in Leigh's field of view. Janice recoiled
from the touch, but her ankle prevented most of the movement.

"Good," he said, and rose back to his perch.

Leigh continued, wrapping rope around Janice's other ankle, securing
her to the uncomfortable chair.

Leigh rose. Janice sat quietly, her eyes a little glazed, but calm.
She couldn't close her legs, her sex exposed and slightly parted as
she sat.

"Tie her belly, too," he said.

Janice didn't protest as Leigh wrapped rope around her midriff and
below the indented chair back. When she was done, Janice tried to
rise, the chair shifting position with her bare body.

He came forward again, touching her minimally, but ensuring that the
knots were tight.

"Were you a girl scout, or something? Most women don't know the
first thing about knots."

She nodded. Yes, she'd been a girl scout, but she wasn't about to
admit to him that the knot course had particularly held her
interest.

After he'd returned to his desk, she knelt again, allowing her body
to fall between Janice's spread thighs. It felt strange, her skin
against Janice's, her breasts bared and her clothing scattered
somewhere in the cafeteria.

She tilted her face upwards. Janice was watching her. Janice spoke
quietly.

"Are you going to have to fuck me?"

Leigh smiled, wondering if Janice would get chastised as she had.
When the gunman ignored the unladylike language, she supposed that
in context, it wasn't so bad. Or maybe he simply didn't care if
Janice was unladylike.

"I don't think he's going to make me ... have sex ... with you." She
glanced over, but his face was neutral, neither confirming it or
denying it.

"If you have to, I'll understand."

Leigh nodded. She hoped that he wouldn't force her to have sex with
the tied girl. It just seemed wrong.

"But, I might have to hurt you."

"Oh God."

"He might make me. I'll refuse, if you want, but he'll make it
worse. That much I know."

"Oh God."

"No matter what happens, Janice?"

"Mhmmmm."

The girl understood. Slowly, Leigh pushed herself to her feet, hands
resting on Janice's bare thighs.

"You'll be fine. I promise."

Janice nodded, though the tears had begun to fill her lower eyelids.
Leigh turned away, and approached the gunman.

"Touching," he said. It wasn't a criticism, nor mocking. Only a
statement of fact.

"Can we get on with this?"

"You looking forward to it?"

(Yes.)

(Oh no.)

She shook her head and glanced to the front of the room.

"Can I convince you otherwise? I'll have sex with you if you'll stop
this."

Janice looked confused behind her, unsure of what was going to
happen. She'd been frozen during the instructional phase in the
cafeteria.

He laughed. "If you mean have sex, I don't mind if you use the word
'fuck'."

So that was it.

"Fine. I'll fuck you, if you let them go. Please."

"Okay."

Leigh paled. A quiet voice behind her, from the chair spoke.

"No, Leigh. Let him do whatever he has planned."

"I. I. I didn't think ..."

He laughed.

"I didn't think you were serious."

She thought about it. She didn't want to have sex with him.

(Please.)

Gathering her courage, she spoke. "If you'll let them go. I will. I
swear it."

"You'll enjoy it?"

She swallowed, considered lying. In the end, her voice was nearly
inaudible.

"No. But I'll do it."

"I don't want it like that. You should have figured that out by now.
You are a smart girl, aren't you?"

"I haven't figured you out, yet."

"And you probably won't."

He paused, watching her stand and fidget.

"Are you ready?"

"Ready for what?"

"To take the teacher?"

Leigh trembled. "How? I'm naked. She's older than me. How can I
convince her to do what you want. What do you want?"

"What I told you in the cafeteria. But you'll have to get her to
strip, first."

"How?"

He touched her shoulder. Slowly, they moved towards the front of the
class room until Leigh stood within a few centimetres of Miss
Chambers.

He motioned her to sit in her chair. Leigh gratefully sat, crossing
her legs.

The teacher took two steps before the image of Leigh, nakedly
sitting in her chair registered.

"Wha?" the woman uttered before spinning. Her eyes picked up Janice,
tied naked into Leigh's seat, and the gunman idly pointing his gun
at her head. He sat nonchalantly on the first desk in the row.

"Who the hell are you? What the hell is going on here? Guns aren't
allowed in the school, mister."

He laughed and hopped off the desk. He approached the teacher who
backed up until her back rested against the blackboard.

"Guns are allowed in this classroom."

Helplessly, she turned towards Leigh.

"Leigh? What? How? Why?"

He nodded towards the girl, and Leigh found her voice.

"He controls time. Somehow. And we were lucky enough to be caught
here. Please, Miss Chambers, I know it's hard, but you have to do
what he says. That gun is real. I saw him use it on a girl in the
showers, and," her voice wavered, "look at me. I refused to strip
for him, and he took Janice. God. He took Janice, too. Hurt her.
Please just do what he says."

The teacher shifted her eyes, fright and puzzlement obvious there.

"What the hell do you want? I have money. In my purse, by the desk."
She pointed.

The gunman turned towards Leigh. "See?"

Leigh nodded. It didn't make any sense, but he had been right -- at
least she understood why he'd expected her to offer him money.

He pressed the gun into the teacher's nose. She gasped.

"What's your name?"

"You already know it. Miss Chambers."

"Your first name. I'm not one of your students."

"Jess. Jessica. Please put that thing down."

He backed away from her. She noticeably relaxed as he moved out of
her personal space. The gun remained on her.

"I can shoot you, and I will. I won't shoot to kill, if you refuse
anything, but I'll let you suffer for a while before I return you.
You only get one chance. Got it?"

A tear slipped down Jessica's face, slowly. She nodded, afraid to
say anything. He slipped back up onto the desk that he'd vacated a
moment before.

"I only have one instruction for you. Obey Leigh. She's going to ask
you to do some things you won't want to. Please don't consider
disobeying."

Again, Jessica nodded.

"How old are you?"

The teacher mumbled something.

"Speak up."

"Twenty-seven."

He nodded and waved at Leigh.

Leigh rose. She was slightly taller than her teacher, but her nudity
made her look smaller. She padded towards the teacher who flinched
at the blackboard.

"Please," the teacher whispered.

"I know. I know," Leigh whispered back. "I have to. I don't want to.
Please believe that. Janice. He'll hurt her, her nipples, he'll tear
them off her next time, and you, if I don't make you ... oh
Christ." She couldn't stop the tears. "I have to, Miss Chambers.
I'm sorry. I ..."

At last, she raised her eyes. The teacher still looked scared, but
her profession kicked in at the upset girl, naked, in front of her.

"I understand, I think. I don't understand what it is all about, but
I'll try." A tear fell from her eyes to join Leigh.

"I'm so sorry," Leigh whispered.

But her nipples and her clitoris were throbbing, no matter how much
she tried to quell the sensations.


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