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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [046/157] (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 46

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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"You have to take your clothes off," Leigh whispered.

"Here? Why?"

Leigh swallowed. "See me? And Janice? He. Likes his women naked. I'm
sorry, Miss Chambers."

"Please, I think we can drop this. Call me Jessica. Okay?"

"But ..." Leigh shook her head slightly.

His voice cut through the air. "She can continue to call you Miss
Chambers, Jessica. It's ... cute."

Leigh took a deep breath.

"He'll shoot you, and probably me, in the shoulder or the knees, or
something unpleasant, if you don't take off your clothes. Please.
I've seen it."

Jessica's eyes widened, and she began to unbutton her blouse. Leigh
stepped back until her thighs touched the desk beside the gunman.

"You have to be more assertive," he whispered.

"I can't. She's my fu ... teacher. I can't."

He nodded, though she suspected that before this was over, she'd be
more assertive, whether she wanted to or not.

She turned her eyes back towards the girl, and she was only a girl,
barely out of teaching college, stripping at the front of the
classroom. Her eyes never left the gun trained on her.

As each piece of clothing fluttered to the tiles around Jessica's
feet, another twinge raced through Leigh's nerves. It was because of
the gun, not because she was in control, but the woman was taking
off her clothing, because Leigh had told her to.

She hesitated at her underwear.

"Everything?"

"Everything," Leigh confirmed.

"I. I can't. Not here." The teacher wrapped her arms around herself,
just under her breasts. Her brassiere kept her breasts hidden.

"You've been naked before. You won't be the only one," Leigh urged.
"I'm naked." She spread her arms with an effort, thrusting her chest
outwards. "See?"

"But. They're all here. I can't. Can't you see that?"

Leigh glanced at the gunman, but he didn't seem overly anxious to
shoot anyone yet. Leigh pushed off the desk, and approached the
half-naked woman.

"Please," she whispered. "I don't have a gun. I don't have anything.
He'll shoot you, if I can't make you strip. I can't stop him. I've
tried. I don't want to see the inside of you. Please."

"But, you have to tell me what is happening here."

"I wish I knew. I swear. He. He controls time. I think it is only
the three of us, in the entire world, that are walking around. The
rest of them aren't dead -- they're frozen."

"Why? Why us?"

"I don't know. Why does he want us naked? He's a guy. A guy with
ultimate power. He can refreeze us, if necessary. Take his time,
figuring out how to make us do whatever he wants. Like it or not, we
are his sex slaves. I don't like it anymore than you do. But you
have to take off your panties. Please."

With that, Leigh took a step backwards. Her nipples throbbed again,
as Jessica, Miss Chambers, hooked her thumbs into her panties, and
pushed. She stepped out of them, her bared feet kicking them to the
side.

"Satisfied?"

She stood, not attempting to cover up. She was shaved, Leigh noticed
with a shock, not a wisp of pubic hair to shield her.

"Wh-wh-why?" Leigh stammered.

"Why am I shaved?" The teacher had blushed, crimson flushing into
her cheeks. She still didn't attempt to cover up.

Leigh nodded, unable to tear her eyes from Jessica's bald groin.

"My boyfriend likes it that way. Trust me, I wouldn't walk around
this way if I could help it. It itches."

"Oh," Leigh said. Then she recovered, dragging her eyes back to
Jessica's scared face. "Bra, too," Leigh sighed.

It didn't take the same convincing that the panties had. He was
right. Once a girl lost her panties, the rest was easy.

Jessica unsnapped her bra in the front and let it slip off her arms
to land behind her.

"Now what? Do I get raped?" She said it calmly, almost detached.

"I don't think he wants to rape you," Leigh said.

She walked back to the gunman, stood in front of him.

"What now?"

"Whatever your twisted mind comes up with." He reached forward and
idly stroked Leigh's right breast. The tease rippled through her
nerves, and Leigh backed away. He raised his eyebrows, but didn't
force her to return. Leigh struggled to quell the tingles.

"I don't have a twisted mind."

(Yes. I do.)

She turned slowly. Miss Chambers had crossed her arms under her
breasts.

"Knees."

Without a word, the teacher sank to the tiles. Leigh touched her
face gently. The woman shied away from the touch for a moment, but
then returned.

Leigh walked around behind the kneeling woman, stepping over her
calves.

"Crawl."

"Crawl?"

"Like a baby. You know Janice, don't you?"

The teacher nodded. "Third period. Monday, Wednesdays."

Leigh shrugged, didn't know that Janice had Miss Chambers for any
classes.

The naked woman rocked forward, a flush rising through her skin. Her
smooth sex peeked from between her thighs as she moved. Leigh
followed slowly, as the woman began to crawl.

She stopped as she was about to pass the desk where the gunman sat
watching her humiliation. She looked up, wisps of hair falling down
the side of her face.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because I can."

"I. I'm scared."

"I know. You have a job to do."

He aimed a slap at her rear as she began to move again. She yelped,
and moved more quickly to get past him.

(She's sexy like that.)

(Stop it.)

(She's obeying you.)

(Stop. Stop. Stop.)

Her clitoris pulsed, and Leigh nearly cried out. With her hair,
Leigh guided the teacher until she knelt between Janice's tied legs.

"Oh no. Please, no," Jessica said quietly.

Janice, also sensing what was about to happen, whimpered. But she'd
had her nipple twisted enough to know that protest was useless.

Leigh crouched. As she did, electricity zapped her nipples and she
nearly moaned.

"You have to do this, Miss Chambers. He'll make you do it, if I
can't."

"I won't. She's a student, for god's sake."

Leigh rose.

"Can I take a pair of handcuffs?"

He nodded and she walked to the pack. Instead of letting her rummage
in the pack, he slipped a pair from it and handed them to Leigh. He
looked at her quizzically.

"Improv," she whispered.

He shrugged, and hopped back up on the desk.

Jessica didn't resist as Leigh tightened the handcuffs around her
wrists behind her.

"I can't do this, Leigh. I can't."

Slowly, Leigh wound her hand into Jessica's hair, pulling her head
back. Jessica moaned, pulling on her bound wrists.

Leigh's body screamed at her, but she tried to ignore the
sensations.

"I need you to have sex with her."

"Oh no, please no," Janice moaned, pulling against her own ropes and
chains. "I. I don't want this."

"I'm sorry, Miss Chambers. I. You have to, or it will be much worse.
I've seen much worse."

With those words, Leigh let her hand fall, palm open, against the
teacher's breast. Twice more, until she screamed in pain.

"I can't, Leigh. I can't."

Leigh released her hair, and Jessica tumbled to the floor, her
breasts flushed. Leigh felt a touch to her shoulder, and she backed
away. Her body screamed at her.

(Stop. Stop. Stop.)

She watched, unable to stop it, while he placed the gun under
Jessica's chin. The girl moaned, but didn't flinch.

"Kill me. I don't care. I can't do that. I can't."

He nodded, and lifted the gun. When the crying girl looked, she
screamed.

"No. Please. You can't do this."

"Actually, I can."

The gun rested against Janice's right knee. The girl paled, and
shook, but her knee remained in the gun's path.

Janice spoke.

"Please. Miss Chambers. I know that you don't want to do it. I
don't want it either. But ... I don't want to die. I don't want my
knee in pieces. It'll hurt. Please? I'm begging you."

After a few moments of crying, Jessica spoke.

"All right, you fucked up bastard. I'll eat her."

She struggled to regain her knees. He tried to help her, but she
shrugged off his hand. At last, she knelt between Janice's thighs,
her mouth only centimetres from the girl's pubic region.

"Please?" she whispered. Janice had closed her eyes, waiting for the
touch of a tongue.

Leigh approached again, with his motioning. He moved back away from
the girls.

(Did I actually slap her breasts?)

Leigh's nipples tingled more insistently, as she gently touched the
back of the teachers head.

"Please? Leigh?"

"I can't. I'm sorry. If he wants you to do it, you will."

"I can't."

She nodded, fighting the tingling in her lips, and pressed Jessica's
head forward gently.


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