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Chapter 41

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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
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Chapter 42

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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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"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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"What do you want, now?" Leigh sighed.
He slowly moved back away from Leigh, settled into the cafeteria
chair facing the bound, naked girl.
She waited, trying unsuccessfully to reach the knots holding her
wrists behind her. She hadn't expected to free herself, but it gave
her something to do while she waited for him to enlighten her.
"If I asked you to do something for me, would you?"
"I told you I would."
"What if I asked you to kill someone?"
"You?"
"Not me. A teacher? Or Candice?"
"Please don't ask me to do that."
"What if I did?"
"I wouldn't. How could you ask me to do that?"
He nodded slowly, almost as if that was the right answer. She
wondered if she was being tested again.
"What if I asked you to hurt someone? Another girl?"
Leigh thought about that for a moment. He didn't seem to be in any
rush for her to answer. A patient expression graced his lips. Leigh
shifted again, as much as her ropes would let her.
The idea of hurting another person threw her. Her nipples throbbed
once, her clitoris sang for a second before she willed the response
down.
"Who?" she finally asked.
"Candice? Miss Chambers?"
"Hurt them how? Would they die?"
"Oh no. Don't be silly. We've moved away from that question."
Leigh, given her position here, knew no such thing.
"How then? Hit them with a gun? Make them bleed?"
He paused for a second, but continued afterward. "Nothing so
serious. What about if I wanted you to control another girl for me?
Would you be able to hurt her in order to make her do what I
wanted?"
(Yes.)
(No.)
"I don't know," Leigh whispered. She couldn't stop her nipples from
hardening at the thought. Christ.
He nodded.
"I want you to make your teacher strip for me. I want you to make
her have sex with Janice."
The words shocked her, but at the same time, her sex pulsed at the
thought.
"No," she whispered. She wasn't sure if she was more offended by the
suggestion, or by what she knew her ultimate response would be.
"Why?"
"It interests me."
"You'd torture two women, make them have sex, because it interests
you?"
He shrugged. She had the uncomfortable feeling that he'd do exactly
that. And she was a prime candidate.
"No. I want you to do it for me."
"For God's sake, why?"
She didn't think he would answer, he paused so long. At last, he
raised his eyes to capture hers. They weren't lowering to her erect
nipples.
"Control," he whispered.
Leigh slowly shook her head negatively. Her still wet hair dragged
across her bare shoulders. She wished that she could put back on the
clothing that she'd been forced to remove. Her jeans sat in a
tumbled heap near her bound feet.
"No," she said. "I wouldn't do it. I can't. Can't you understand
what it would do to me?"
He looked at her quizzically. In the moment, she might have told
him. Might. But he didn't ask, thank god.
"I won't ask you to kill anyone. I won't ask you to hurt anyone
seriously. Nothing like I did to Candice."
"Why did you hurt Candice like that? That was pretty harsh."
"You needed to understand. I didn't like it."
Leigh raised her eyebrows. She searched her memory. He'd hit the
naked cowering girl with the end of the gun. She'd closed her eyes.
Did he enjoy it? Did he strike her to draw blood with relish? She
honestly didn't remember.
He'd known that he could restore the girl to pristine condition.
There wasn't a mark on her when he'd left. Leigh believed him that
Candice wouldn't remember any of it -- even that it had never even
happened.
Was this happening to her? She doubted it, but it wasn't exactly
like a dream, was it? Not quite an adolescent fantasy? While she
was here, it was happening -- same as it happened to the terrified
girl in the shower.
"I understand now, I think."
He nodded, though he didn't look convinced. Leigh, herself, wasn't
convinced.
Slowly, he rose. As he did, Janice twitched out of the corner of
Leigh's eyes. Leigh turned her attention to the girl.
He stood by Janice's left shoulder. Janice was trying to say
something through the panties, something muffled and unclear, but
clearly pleading of some sort. Her eyes widened.
"I'm not going to enjoy hurting your friend here, either."
Leigh closed her eyes. She heard the first slap, knew it had landed
on Janice's breast. A high pitched keening brought Leigh's head up
and eyes open.
His fingers had captured Janice's bare nipples again. The girl had
broken position, her face screwed up in pain. Her hands pried
uselessly at his, twisting and mauling the girl's exposed breasts.
The keening emerged as a muffled scream into black panties.
"Enough," Leigh whispered. Immediately, he released Janice's
nipples, and relief flooded into her tear filled eyes. Almost
automatically, she returned her hands to clasp behind her neck. Her
nipples seemed swollen and red, as if they'd had lipstick applied to
them. "Enough. I'll do it. Just stop hurting her. Please."
The gunman returned to stand in front of Leigh. Janice had fallen
silent again, her body motionless, the shakes from her pain quieted
for now in a bubble of slower time.
"Be glad that her cheek is intact."
Leigh swallowed hard, and looked down to study her bare toes. The
ropes looked foreign wrapped around the bare skin of her ankles.
"You bastard, I'll do it."
But despite her words, her nipples throbbed and her vagina pulsed.
She was going to have to force Miss Chambers to have sex with
Janice.
(Oh God.)
                         <---===***===--->
Her ankles parted as he worked the last rope from her ankles.
Sighing, she wiggled her toes, and grimaced as the pins and needles
pricked at her skin as blood flowed back into her feet. He left her,
and moved towards Janice.
Leigh shifted awkwardly, her hands still bound behind her back,
until her legs dangled easily over the edge of the table. Slowly,
she watched as he approached Janice, swinging her feet through the
air.
He handcuffed Janice, her hands behind her back. Janice didn't
resist; she had a glazed look to her eyes. Leigh was afraid that
he'd broken the girl completely.
With an audible pop, he extracted the black panties from Janice's
mouth. Janice worked her jaws, which Leigh thought was a good sign.
Some life returned to the girl's eyes.
"Thank-you," she whispered.
He nodded, leaving Janice in the chair. The girl made no move to
rise. He returned to Leigh, twirling the black panties around his
finger as he walked. A wet mark, from Janice's saliva, graced the
fabric as it whirled.
(Not so long ago, those were around my hips. Simple, covering, cloth.)
"How would you like them in your mouth for a while?" he asked with a
twinkle in his eyes, and the hint of a tease around his lips.
Leigh sighed.
"I'll do it, if I have to." She opened her mouth wide as if ready
for oral sex, flattening her tongue.
He dropped the panties to lie in a heap beside her wet jeans.
"Thank-you," she whispered, as she closed her mouth.
He touched her elbow, urging her off the table.
She hopped down. Her legs felt weak, and she stumbled, falling
towards him. He caught her, carefully putting her back on her bare
feet. He didn't grope her as he did it, to her surprise.
"Walk much?" he asked, again the hint of a tease gracing his lips.
She forced a smile to her lips. "Not much with my hands tied like
this." She shifted her body, aware that every move she made could be
seen.
She followed him towards Janice.
"Are you all right?" she asked Janice.
Janice nodded, and rose carefully from her seat. With her hands
behind her, she was having some trouble with balance, too, though
she didn't fall.
"You don't need to tie either of us," Leigh remarked as they began
to move towards the entrance.
He shrugged. Leigh walked between Janice and her captor. His
ever-present blue pack swung from his fingers between them.
"Where are we going?"
"Math class."
A tingle raced through her body, and she willed the reaction down.
At the doors, she halted. Janice did, too.
He opened the doors for the girls, and they slipped through, to walk
in front of him. Naked in the school.
She twisted as the door swung closed behind them. Her jeans lay
crumpled beside her panties and her T-shirt. Her bra dangled over
the edge of the table. Janice's sweater lay crumpled on the tiles.
As the door swung closed with a sigh, her clothing disappeared from
sight. She turned back around, and hurried to catch up to Janice and
the gunman, her bare feet whispering across the tile of the hallway.
They passed silent students and teachers, passing unnoticed through
the gym, where Candice remained under a warm shower forever.
At last, they halted in front of the green door where it had all
began. A lone running shoe sat in an aisle, and Miss Chambers strode
forever towards her desk.
"What now?" Leigh whispered. Her heart hammered in her chest, and
her nipples throbbed. She pulled weakly at the ropes holding her.
"What now?" Janice echoed.
He smiled, and reached towards the doorknob. His fingers grasped it.
Instead of answering, he swept the door open, and motioned the naked
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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
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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
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He watched wordlessly, as Jessica used her tongue on the bound girl.
After a few minutes, Janice moaned.
"Don't stop until she climaxes," he said. Incredibly, he looked
away, his fingers trailing along the triangles on the board.
Leigh closed her eyes, feeling the motion of the girls through her
hand still resting lightly on the teacher's hair.
Finally, she pulled back her hand, electing to watch from another
desk. She snatched her hand from trailing over her own thigh. She
groaned.
Suddenly he was there. He pressed something long and thin into her
palm. She grasped it in wonder. A crop. Where the hell did he get
that? She didn't know.
"I can stop you before you get me with it," he said casually.
The thought hadn't crossed her mind.
(Crop on breasts. On thighs.)
(Please no.)
"I want you to hit them with it. Softly. This thing can do a lot of
damage."
"I don't want to hit them."
(Yes. Yes.)
(Please no.)
"I know you don't." But his eyes said otherwise. It was as if he
could read her soul. He knew. Somehow he knew what was arousing her.
She hated it. Hated herself. But he knew. Oh God.
"Once a minute, until she orgasms."
"What? Where?"
"Anywhere you like."
Leigh walked over to the girls, hoping that she wouldn't have to hit
them. She wanted to, but didn't. Oh God, she didn't.
Her vagina clenched.
Jessica raised her head. Tears streamed down her face, and moisture
coated her chin and nose. She choked a little.
"Please. I can't do this."
"You can."
"My tongue is cramping. I can't."
Leigh held up the crop. Jessica's eyes widened.
"Please no."
"I have to hit you, and Janice, if she doesn't climax. Once a
minute. The longer you argue that you can't the more you two are
going to get hit."
"Please? Just a rest, then?"
She felt like she was, but she wasn't. "I'm not in charge."
She glanced up. He almost seemed like he was going to fall asleep.
She wondered if it was exhaustion that prevented him from hitting
the girls, forcing her to do it, instead.
He slowly shook his head. Jessica saw it, and moaned.
Crying even harder, she bent back to her task.
Leigh stood. Idly, she swung the crop against her thigh. She cried
out in pain as it connected. A thin welt appeared on her thigh.
When she cleared her vision from the tears of pain, he was laughing.
"I said softly," he mused.
Leigh didn't find it nearly as funny, but the pain had done nothing
about her arousal. If anything, the welt had brought her heat to a
new level.
(No!)
Gently, she swung the crop, letting it kiss Janice's breasts. She
screamed as if she'd been branded. A twinge followed. The next fell
against Jessica's back.
In all, the crop touched Janice's breasts, her belly, her thighs,
Jessica's back, calves and once into the soles of her upturned feet.
"Please stop," Janice begged.
"Climax. You have to. Fake it," Leigh hissed.
The last crop touched Janice's breasts, harder than the previous
ones. She opened her mouth in a silent scream, her climax rippling
through her. Either it was a real climax, or a damn good fake.
Leigh dropped the crop, almost thankfully, to the tiles at her feet
with a clatter.
Wearily, Jessica raised her head from her task, her tongue moving
about her mouth.
"Oh God," she moaned. Her hands pulled weakly on her handcuffs.
Leigh dropped the crop and knelt, hugging Jessica, uncaring of the
girl's nudity or her own. The teacher's soft skin teased her, but
she willed away the sexual connotations. Her back felt hot where the
crop had kissed her.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," Leigh whispered.
(Why? Why? Why? Why am I so fucking wet, then????)
When Jessica stopped shaking, Leigh opened her eyes.
Janice was gone. Only the handcuffs and the ropes wrapped around the
chair with a loop about the size of Janice's ankles, remained to
prove that she'd ever been there.
Leigh raised her eyes. He towered over the kneeling girls.
"Thank-you," Leigh whispered. "Thank-you."
"It was time for her to go," the man said.
                         <---===***===--->
She didn't resist as the Timeman tied her into her chair, almost
exactly as Janice had been -- her ankles bound to the outside of the
chair legs, her belly compressed and bound to the back of the chair.
Her hands, she'd allowed him to cross behind her, and retied them
with rope, another falling down from her hands to be tied off
somewhere below the chair. She couldn't raise her arms, or move from
her prison.
"She won't have sex with me," Leigh whispered. She hoped the teacher
would balk.
But she remained kneeling on Chad's desk, naked, her hands still
handcuffed behind her. Her eyes had dulled, like Janice's had. Leigh
wasn't sure if it was shock, or simple exhaustion, or disbelief.
Perhaps a combination.
Wearily, the teacher climbed down, when asked, and approached Leigh.
"I don't want to do this," she murmured.
The gunman wasn't gentle with her, using her hair to force her back
to her knees, and pressing her head between Leigh's legs.
Jessica's hot breath teased Leigh's sex.
Leigh looked up at the gunman. Her legs trembled; she could feel
them vibrating against Miss Chamber's ribs.
"Let her go. I'll have sex with you."
He shook his head. The teacher still hadn't begun to pleasure Leigh
-- in one way she was glad, in another she desperately wanted to be
touched. Any touch.
"Why don't you want to have sex with me? You want me, don't you?"
The girl positioned between her legs shook slightly. He didn't
remove his hand from her hair.
"Of course, I do."
"Then why do this? I'll have sex with you. You can release Miss
Chambers. Everyone will be happy."
"Will you be happy?"
"If you let her go, it would be worth it."
He smiled. He pressed the woman's face further. Leigh felt lips
touch her lips. She cried out as the sensations made it to her
brain.
"What about something else?"
"Like?"
"I'll dance for you. I'll crawl for you. That's what you want isn't
it? For me to be humiliated?"
He smiled, but didn't confirm it.
"I'll. I'll do whatever you want."
"I want you to enjoy her tongue."
Anger flooded her. "You want to torture her. I'll make it. She
might not. She didn't do anything to you. Pick another student then.
Her. Or Her." Leigh motioned towards the two girls he'd looked at
earlier. The Asian, and the spiky haired girl with the rack.
"Please."
He considered it for a moment.
"Why? I could make you have sex with the two of them after Miss
Chambers, here." He pressed the girl's head again, and she moaned.
Leigh fought down the sensations from her clitoris and vagina with
the movement. It felt like the slightest touch would send her to the
moon.
"Please? I'll fuck both of them at the same time. I'll lick Lisa,
and finger fuck Beth. I swear. I'll even tell you I'm enjoying it.
You can have sex with me at the same time."
"I like your mind," he remarked. "She has to do this."
With an effort, Miss Chambers raised her head against the pressure
of his hand. He must have let her do it.
"Leigh. I did it before. I can do it again. Don't get anyone else
involved. Please."
Leigh took a deep breath.
"He'll kill me, if I don't," the woman between her legs whispered.
Leigh nodded.
"You are a bastard," she said.
He smiled.
The teacher slowly lowered her head.
This time, the incredible sensation of her tongue entered Leigh. She
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The tongue, Miss Chamber's tongue, sensually, and slowly, explored
her, at last finding Leigh's clitoris and circling like a shark in
the sea.
Leigh moaned, closing her eyes. In the darkness behind her lids,
images flitted past. Miss Chambers stripping. The crop striking her
bare flesh. Janice naked, and crying, tied to the chair -- the chair
in which she now sat tied herself.
(Stop. Stop. Stop.)
Despite the ropes, and her will, her hips tilted, rocked gently
against the slippery sensations from Jessica's lips, and tongue.
"Ohhhh, God," she murmured. "Please. Stop. Please."
She didn't expect it. Not at all. When had the bastard ever listened
to what she might have wanted?
The chasm had been opening, the soft touch of Jessica's tongue
pushing her to the edge. And then it disappeared. Leigh could feel
her sex pulsing, her heartbeat hammering in her nipples. But the
sensations of Jessica's tongue had ceased, abruptly and with an air
of finality. But she hadn't fallen over the edge. Her body screamed
at her.
"Noooo. Please," she whispered.
When the sweet sensations didn't return, she opened her eyes.
Jessica remained between her legs, her heat infusing into Leigh's
thighs. Tears ran down her cheeks.
The gunman stood easily beside her, a grin gracing his lips. His
hand wound into Jessica's hair, preventing her from continuing her
attentions.
"Please? Why?" Leigh directed her voice towards the kneeling, naked
girl. Even to her, her voice sounded desperate and crazed. She
couldn't help it. She wanted to fall over the edge. Now. She pulled
at the ropes holding her wrists. One more touch. That was all it
would take.
"He won't let me," Jessica whispered. "I'm sorry."
She raised her eyes to the grinning, dressed, free, man holding
Jessica's hair.
"Why?" she whispered.
"Control," he said simply.
"It's not fair. Please. I. I. I need ... I'm so fucking close.
Please."
He laughed, not unkindly, but firmly. He shook his head, urging
Jessica to her feet.
(She's naked. My teacher. She was licking me. Oh God.)
Another ripple of arousal raced through her nerves.
"Please?" Her voice reverberated pathetically towards him. Leigh
struggled to control the pumping of her hips, still the pulsing of
her vagina muscles. It wouldn't work, and she was only teasing
herself, now. The ropes held her immobile, incapable of even
touching herself. Finishing herself, no matter how humiliating that
might be.
She watched helplessly, as Jessica walked towards the front of the
class, where her clothing remained scattered on the floor. Tears
formed and fell, tracking hotly down her cheeks.
She knew she should be grateful, she hadn't had to climax in front
of him, hadn't felt the kiss of the crop, like Jessica and Janice
had. In her hands.
(Oh God.)
She tried to shift her position, bare toes curling into the tile,
slipping. The images were blurry, but she watched helplessly as he
toyed with Miss Chambers.
The teacher cried out as he forced her back to her knees using her
hair as a leash.
"Please," the naked woman begged quietly.
He walked around in front of her.
"What do you want? Why did you make me tease her like that?"
"Are you scared, Jessica?"
The girl nodded.
"What do you want from me? Let me go? Please?"
"I want to hurt you," he said simply.
"What? Why? What did I ever do to you? I've done what you want. I
had sex with them, you fucking bastard. Please."
"Would you have sex with me?"
The teacher shook her head, trembling.
"I can make you have sex with me."
The girl cried out as his finger traced her throat.
"I won't. Not like this."
"How about them?" He waved towards the remainder of the class.
"I've already had sex with her. I did what you wanted."
"The boys, Jessica. The boys."
"What?"
"If I wanted you to fuck a couple of the students? Give some of them
head?"
"Why? Please no."
He walked away from her. She watched, from her knees, as he
approached some of the male students.
"Who's this?"
"Chad."
"And this?"
Her voice continued as he pointed to various boys around the
classroom.
"Andrew. John. Chun Wei."
He returned to her. She cowered back, shrinking as far as the
handcuffs and her legs would let her without falling over.
He crouched to face her.
"How about if I make you blow Chun, there, while Andrew takes your
vagina, and Johnny takes your ass. All at the same time?"
"Oh God," she moaned. She closed her eyes, as if to block out the
nightmare. He waited, watching her. At last, she opened her eyes,
puffy and wet with moisture.
"I'll fuck you. Is that what you want? You want to rape me?"
He smiled. "Rape you?"
"Rape me, you fucking bastard. I can't take this anymore. Get it
over with."
He reached for her. She didn't move away, let him grasp her hair
again. Slowly, she bent until her cheek and one shoulder pressed
into the tile. He touched her bottom, gently, and she raised up, her
sex available and glistening. Crying, she spread her legs apart,
exposing herself to Leigh and to him.
He moved behind her, kneeling.
"Oh God, oh God," Jessica murmured.
Slowly, he reached into his pocket, producing the key. It twinkled
in the lights.
Jessica gasped as her hands were released, though the cuffs dangled
from her left wrist. She placed her newly freed hands beside her
shoulder, but didn't rise to her hands and knees.
"Will you let me go, after you rape me?" she asked, far more calmly
than Leigh expected.
He didn't answer her.
"Touch yourself."
"What?"
"Use your fingers."
It looked like she would refuse, but after a moment, she reached
under herself, letting her left hand trail over her skin. When it
reached the junction of her thighs, Leigh could see the fingers
slipping through the smooth folds there. Another pulse of
electricity flitted through her throbbing clitoris.
(No. No. No.)
A low moan, though it was difficult to tell if it was sexual, or
purely humiliation, emerged from Jessica's parted lips.
He watched her for a few minutes, pleasuring herself, or at least
faking it, and then touched her slick fingers.
She obediently dropped them, returning them back to her shoulders.
Though slower, now, tears continued to drop from her eyes. Leigh
doubted if the gunman could see the girl crying, and probably didn't
care.
He traced the girl's thighs. And then he moved to sit cross-legged
near her left shoulder without touching her.
He urged her to look towards him, and placed her fingers, the ones
that had been between her legs, between her lips. Jessica moaned,
but allowed it, her tongue licking the moisture, her moisture, from
her finger tips.
When he allowed her to stop, she moved her hand back to resting
prone on the tiles. She moaned slightly. The handcuff dragged
quietly across the tile, still connected to her wrist.
When she opened her eyes, she whispered, "Please. I don't want to be
raped."
He smiled, and ran his fingers lightly down her bare back, caressing
the skin of her buttocks, and stroking her sex, only for a moment.
She moaned again at the sensations. Leigh had a feeling she knew
the conflict that the teacher was struggling with. The gunman was
good at it. She had to give him that. He barely touched them, and
they were reduced to simpering sexual objects.
(No. No. No. I won't be his slave.)
"Please," Jessica whispered. Leigh could see her fingers and toes
curling as she tried to ignore the sensations.
Leigh allowed her voice to rise a little.
"Please stop."
He removed his fingers from Jessica, smiling. He looked up at Leigh,
still pulling at her ropes.
"Let her go. Please. I'll gladly take her place. You can rape me.
I'll struggle, if you want. I'll let you do it, if you want. You're
torturing her."
"Torture is a harsh word," he said. His fingers idly stroked
Jessica's hanging left breast, stealing towards the nipple which
reacted predictably.
"It's all right, Leigh. I'll make it. I think," Jessica whispered.
But the tears still fell.
"I'll crawl for you. I'll do whatever the hell it is that you want,"
Leigh whispered.
He released Jessica's breast and slowly rose to his feet. Still
tied to the chair, Leigh envied him the simple act of being able to
climb to his feet without assistance.
As he rose, Jessica flattened herself, stretching out face down
against the tiles. Her body shook, but Leigh couldn't tell if it was
in frustration, or relief.
"You don't have to rape her. I'm the one you're keeping, right? I'll
have sex with you. I've told you that before."
He smiled, and hopped back up on Chad's desk, his feet swinging. The
gun had been placed back in his waistband. He didn't seem concerned
about the prone girl that he'd turned his back on. Like he had eyes
in the back of his head. Regardless, the weeping teacher didn't move
from her position, though she wasn't frozen. The sound of her mewls
reached the two of them.
Leigh swallowed.
"Would you have sex with Andrew, Chad, Chun Wei, and Johnny?" he
asked with a twinkle in his eye.
In her mind, the image of her crawling and fucking the four boys,
boys that she wouldn't ever have considered dating, even if they had
asked her, swam into focus.
"If you let her go, I would."
"Would you enjoy it?"
She hesitated. If she lied and said she would, he might punish her
for lying. If she said that she wouldn't, and she wasn't really sure
that she wouldn't, then he might torture Miss Chambers further.
Maybe even rape her. He seemed to be harsher with the women that he
was ultimately going to return.
It made sense, in a warped way. He had forced Leigh, had tormented
her, but he hadn't pushed her beyond her limits ... unlike Jessica
and Janice. Jessica remained crying on the floor.
Leigh made a decision, turned her eyes to her captor.
Slowly, she shook her head.
"I wouldn't like it, no. But I don't like being naked, forced to
hurt my friends, and tied into this chair. I don't like being
teased. But you do that to me, anyway."
He smiled slightly, and twisted, leaning on one arm, glancing
towards the prone girl, still crying on the floor at the front of
the classroom.
"Do you want to say good-bye?"
"Pardon?"
"Say goodbye to Jessica?" He turned to fix her with his intense
brown eyes.
Leigh nodded.
He hopped off the desk and walked towards the naked girl. She
screamed, and Leigh flinched, as he touched her shoulder.
Jessica turned her face towards the Timeman.
"Please, no more."
He nodded, and said something to her that Leigh couldn't make out
from her chair. Jessica nodded, relief painted across her face.
Slowly, she pushed herself up, until she rested on her hands and
knees. She tried to rise further, but he placed a hand gently on her
shoulder.
She was beyond caring, Leigh suspected, and she slowly crawled until
she touched Leigh's right calf. A shiver wandered through Leigh's
leg at the touch of the bare skin.
He allowed Jessica to kneel.
"He's letting me go," she said almost dully.
Leigh smiled, couldn't help it.
"Thank you," Leigh whispered, but even though she was looking at
Jessica's tear streaked face, she was speaking to the Timeman. He'd
retreated, and sat back up on Chad's desk, swinging his feet again.
"I'm sorry," Jessica said. Her fingers lightly touched Leigh's knee;
again shivers wandered through her nerves.
"Sorry for what?"
"Sorry for teasing you. He made me do it, but I'm sorry. If he
hadn't stopped me, I would have finished. Even if I didn't like it.
It wasn't fair."
Leigh smiled.
"I'm sorry, too. For having to hit you."
Jessica nodded slowly. Some life, perhaps because she knew that the
nightmare was about to end, returned to her eyes. Her tears stopped
flowing, and her face reflected the beauty that had undoubtedly
attracted the Timeman.
"I'd trade places with you," the kneeling girl whispered. "He
wouldn't let me."
"I know," Leigh said quietly.
"You are a strong girl," Jessica said without acknowledging Leigh's
comment. "The strongest I've ever taught. Not physically, but your
whole being. I don't envy you, but I think you'll survive this.
Better than I would."
Leigh smiled.
Jessica rose, with a quick glance at the Timeman. He was watching
the exchange, but didn't move to keep the naked girl on her knees.
Her hands rested on Leigh's bare shoulders, and her lips touched her
wet cheek.
"You'll be fine, I think," Jessica whispered.
Leigh closed her eyes, only for a moment. In that second, or two,
the heat from Jessica's fingers began to fade where her fingers had
touched her shoulders. The light touch of Jessica's bare leg against
hers disappeared as if it was never there. She opened her eyes with
a gasp.
Miss Chambers stood, clothed and unharmed, where she'd been before
she'd been forced to strip in a strange world. The teacher's
clothing no longer littered the floor under the blackboard, her
voice no longer kept Leigh company.
A loneliness crashed over Leigh, and she hung her head and wept.
While she cried, he slipped silently off the desk and made his way
to the front of the room. There, he released and rummaged through
Jessica's purse. The keys jingled as he extracted them from the
depths of the purse. He slipped them into his pocket and returned to
his perch on Chad's desk. Leigh looked up briefly as he settled back
in to wait.
He let her cry until she slowly stopped, her breath and shoulders
hitching, and raised her eyes again.
	

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Despite her tears, or perhaps partially because of them, her arousal
peaked. She twisted her hands, pulled at the ropes holding her
ankles. Her breasts felt alive, her clitoris screaming at her.
She moaned.
(I don't want this. Please. I don't want this.)
"Please," she whispered.
He nodded, as if he knew what she was going through. Perhaps he did.
He'd been watching bare females, tied, and walking around, helpless
and having sex for the better part of an hour, Leigh guessed. She
glanced at the clock on the wall. It hadn't moved. Even if she
could twist enough to see her wrists, her watch lay in the backpack
somewhere behind him.
He crouched between her legs, and for a giddy moment, she thought
that he'd continue where Jessica had been forced to stop. Her
clitoris pulsed in anticipation.
(Why?)
The thought of him licking her seemed more civilised. It was only
skin, only flesh. And while her response to Jessica, and dominating
the girl, surprised her a little, she thought that guys were still
her preference.
(He's going to lick you.)
But he wasn't. Instead of touching her sex, his fingers wandered up
her belly, bumping over the rope there, and teasing the bottom of
her breasts. She was expecting him to play with her nipples, but he
didn't. Just that maddening brush of fingertips against the base of
her breasts.
"Please don't tease me anymore," she said quietly.
"What do you want?"
"Sex. Please, I just want to ... climax. If you won't do it, untie
my hands. I'll ... do it in front of you. I ... please."
He smiled, almost understandingly. But his fingers continued, gently
stroking her skin.
She closed her eyes, tried to concentrate on asexual things.
Physics. English. Math.
But it didn't work. The images of Janice and Jessica, and the
thought of those fingers slipping from her breasts to between her
legs were driving her thoughts.
"Please," she murmured.
And the fingers fled. Leigh tried to follow, but the ropes held her
securely.
"Why are you teasing me?"
Instead of answering her, she gasped as his fingers brushed at her
vaginal lips. She tried to close her legs. Couldn't. The ropes dug
painfully into her ankles.
And then he was inside her, his fingers fluttering against her inner
lips.
"Oh God," she moaned.
"I'm not going to let you climax."
"Oh God."
His finger retreated, but then quickly circled her clitoris. One.
Touch.
She felt the edge rushing towards her. Her heat built, her hips
rocking. Shame raced through her mind.
His finger withdrew as she tottered on the edge of the chasm.
"Oh God, please," she cried out. She tried to stop her mouth from
saying anything further, but her body seemed to have a mind of its
own now. With an effort, she managed to still the insistent rocking
of her own hips.
A breath, a tiny breath of warm air, probably from his lips teased
her lower lips.
"Please let me climax," she begged before she could stop it.
And then she felt herself falling.
"Oh God, oh God."
Pain. Sudden pain, stopped her descent before she reached terminal
speed. Shooting agony suffused her breasts and nipples, and she
nearly pulled her shoulders out of joint to stop it.
Her arousal faded a little, like a deer before the forest fire. Her
eyes opened, panic rushing through them.
His fingers, his gentle fingers, pinched at her swollen nipples, his
fingernails slowly digging into her flesh.
She screamed, and he immediately released her. The pain fled, but
the chasm was gone. He'd have to touch her again in order to regain
it.
"Why?"
"Control," he said, echoing an earlier comment.
"You fucking shit," she said.
And then the tears came again, her body aching, and protesting the
strain and teasing.
He sat back, and watched her cry, not interrupting that which he'd
caused.
(Control.)
                         <---===***===--->
She idly wondered whose locker she was leaning against. A heart was
carved into the yellow paint, up towards the back. KR + DS. And she
wondered why he had brought her here.
She slipped to the tile, trying to keep her legs together, knowing
that modesty wasn't really hers anymore. He'd teased her until she
begged. It would be difficult to forget.
Her clitoris wouldn't let her forget.
It would take more than a single touch, now, but her arousal still
reared in her like a hungry animal.
(Please. I don't want this. Why did he have to make me tie them
 up? Hit them? Why?)
After she was settled, he lowered himself slowly to the floor across
the hall. There were a few frozen students milling about the
hallway, but even if they weren't frozen, Leigh thought that they
wouldn't be able to hear her talk. They might notice the handcuffed,
naked girl in the middle of the hall, but she thought she was safe
from that indignity.
Her eyes locked onto the gun as he drew it almost nonchalantly from
his waistband. He toyed with it, from one hand to the other.
"You don't need that thing. I'll do whatever you want. Even if it's
to have sex with everyone in the hallway."
He smiled, and placed the gun on the ground by his jean clad thigh.
She honestly didn't think that he had been threatening her with it,
as much as simply playing with it, like a stress toy. But it made
her nervous, anyway.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"You'd have sex with everyone in the hallway?"
"I'd prefer not to, but I don't want you to torture anyone else,
either."
"I think you've had enough sex for now."
She nodded.
(Boy, have I ever.)
She fell silent for a few minutes; she drew her legs up, careful of
keeping her feet in front of her to reduce his view. But he wasn't
watching her, but staring off down the corridor. She wished that
her hands weren't cuffed behind her. She wanted to hug her knees.
Instead, she slowly rocked.
"You, um, were pretty aroused back there," he said.
She flushed, turned her face away. She refused to say anything. Her
body had betrayed her, she knew that, but she'd begged him to let
her climax. Had damn near climaxed if it wasn't for that trick with
her nipples.
He held up his hand, waggled two fingers. She suspected that the two
fingers had been the ones that had been inside of her.
"I don't want to talk about it," she whispered.
He nodded slowly.
"Then answer me this," he paused.
Slowly, she nodded, encouraging him to ask her whatever it was that
he wanted.
"Why?"
"I don't know."
He thought for a moment.
"Was is because you were tied up?"
She shook her head.
"In public?"
Again, she shook her head.
"Because I forced you to hit her?"
Leigh swallowed, and hesitated. After a second, she quickly shook
her head. When he didn't say anything more, she looked up. He was
watching her, but his eyes were on her face, not her bare breasts,
or legs.
"It was a combination, okay? You stripped me,
  (I stripped myself)
  you tied me, so that I was vulnerable. I didn't have a
fu ... damn choice. Okay? You forced a girl to lick me. What did you
expect? I didn't have a fucking choice. Of course, I was fucking
wet."
(But I didn't have to beg, did I?)
She regretted that last choice of adjective, but she couldn't take
it back. Unladylike. He seemed to allow it, knowing she was angry.
She had every fucking right to be angry, didn't she?
(Sex slave. Object.)
(no.)
He nodded slowly, and leaned his head against the locker behind him.
Leigh mimicked his actions, her hair falling further than his,
tumbling across her bare shoulders.
After a time, she spoke again.
"Are you ever going to let me dress again? I barely feel human."
She didn't look at him, his words reaching her from far away.
"Perhaps. But you look really nice naked."
(I'll bet I do.)
"And tied up all the time. You don't need to do that."
"I know. I think you'd behave now."
(Like a fucking pet.)
"I wouldn't attack you. Where would I go?"
"Indeed."
Another question occurred to her. "What happens to us if you die?"
"Die?"
"If you fell down a flight of steps, or stepped in front of a bus?"
"Or if you managed to get a gun and shoot me?"
"I wasn't thinking of that. No."
(Yes you were.)
"I really, really don't know. I suspect the timeline would collapse
and you'd all get returned to your former selves, but I'm not sure
about me. It's possible that the timeline would collapse, but take
the primary one with it. You'd be here one second, and gone the
next. I really don't know. It might not even be any of them.
Perhaps the timeline would stay, and you'd be restricted for the
rest of your life, short as it would probably be. I hear starvation
isn't the most pleasant way to go."
Her belly rumbled as she listened.
"Either way, I don't think it would be wise to try for the gun. I
can stop you, even without it."
"I won't."
As if to prove his point, she felt a tingling in her feet, and then
a numbness. She tried to move them, to wiggle her toes, but it was
as if her nerves stopped at her bare ankles. And as quickly as the
sensation arrived, it fled, her feet warm and responsive.
"What was that?"
"I froze your feet. Hard to attack someone without them, isn't it?"
She closed her eyes again, an image of her running for the gun, only
to be stopped inches from it, her feet glued to the floor.
"How long are you going to keep me?"
"As long as it takes."
"Takes for what? What are you going to do to me?"
"I guess we'll find that out as we go along. But I think we are
going to play a game, first."
She could feel the first tendrils of sleep tugging at her mind. She
wanted to lie down, close her eyes. Maybe the nightmare would end.
"I'm tired," she said quietly.
"Me, too," he echoed. "Me, too."
She felt a soft touch to her cheek, and she opened her eyes
blearily.
"This takes a lot out of a girl, you know?"
He nodded. Her back slid easily up the yellow locker with the
graffiti heart as he helped her stand, his hand supporting her
elbow.
"Just a little longer, and we can all sleep."
(All???)
She nodded, and pulled half-heartedly at her handcuffs. It still
felt strange to be walking through the hallways naked and
handcuffed, but damned if she wasn't getting used to it. After the
display in the classroom, shame had fled. At least for the minor
things.
Her bare feet stepped as if she had shoes, except that the tile
below her soles felt cool and real.
(At least he didn't make me wear high heels.)
She didn't know where the thought came from, though her mind was
tired enough to hallucinate.
The glass doors of the entrance to the school stood before her. He
halted behind her. A soft touch to her upper arm reminded Leigh that
he was there.
Another girl sat against a tree in the grass. Her face was hidden by
red hair hanging motionless about her shoulders. The girl was
naked, and with a start of surprise, Leigh saw that the girl was
chained with a pair of handcuffs, or at least her bare ankles were,
tucked up beside her. Her feet were as bare as Leigh's, but lay
against the green of the spring grass. The girl's head lolled easily
from hanging limp against her chest, to backwards to rest against
the oak. She couldn't see the girl's hands, but she was willing to
bet that she was tied, or handcuffed, to the tree, her arms
encircling the trunk behind her. The girl was beautiful, in a
model-ish sort of way.
The girl had her eyes closed, probably sleeping, or resting quietly.
Leigh blinked once, then again.
The girl remained chained and naked in her field of view. While she
watched, the girl tried to shift in her sleep, her body straining
for a moment against her restraints.
Leigh blinked again, sure that the morning sun had tricked her eyes
somehow. Her tired mind trying to come to grips with her own
captivity.
"Is that Kate Robertson?" Leigh asked quietly.
	

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As soon as he'd opened the door for her, she practically ran
outside, oblivious to her nudity in the outdoors. The concrete of
the school steps merged smoothly into the softness of spring grass
beneath her bare feet.
She glanced back once. The gunman was following her, but at a much
more sedate pace. Idly, she wondered if she could keep running, but
where would she go? She was handcuffed behind her back, she had no
clothes, or possibility of survival. The police? Home?
(Never home.)
Her teacher hadn't been able to save her. She suspected that the
police were all frozen in their donut shops.
She dropped to her knees in front of Kate, the grass tickling her
shins and the tops of her feet. She struggled with the handcuffs for
a moment, then gave up.
"Kate? Please wake up." She nudged the girl gently with her knee.
The naked girl slowly fluttered her eyes, blinking.
"Not a nightmare," she muttered.
"Kate!" Leigh whispered urgently.
Her voice broke through the fog of sleep masking the other girl's
features.
"I'm awake. Stop yelling."
Leigh whispered. "I'm not yelling."
"Like a damn hangover," Kate said slowly.
"Are you all right?"
Kate looked up, confusion in her features. She pulled a little at
her hands, which Leigh could now see were pinned like hers behind
her back and around the tree that she sat against.
Kate nodded, her eyes quickly gathered in the situation. She moaned.
"He got you, too? You're Leigh. Leigh Cook, right?"
Leigh nodded, surprised that the girl knew who she was.
But further conversation was cut off. Their captor arrived, hands on
his hips. The blue pack lay in the grass at his feet where he'd
deposited it.
He touched Leigh's shoulder gently.
"Up, Leigh."
He assisted her by grasping her elbow. Leigh glanced down at the
bound girl before turning her attention to her captor.
"Why? Where?"
"All in good time," he said. He guided the naked girl towards
another small oak near Kate. "You won't do anything stupid?"
Leigh shook her head. Her hair dragged across her shoulders, and she
ended up having to toss her head to clear her eyes.
He held up the key to her handcuffs. Slowly, she turned around.
"I'm not going to gag you
  (Gag me?)
  this time. I'm going to let you catch up with Kate. But I
don't want you to be loud. Understand? I can still gag you
if I want."
Leigh didn't want to be gagged. That was for certain. She eagerly
nodded her head. She felt the metal slide from her wrists to dangle
from her right hand.
"Sit."
Slowly, she sat in the grass, the blades tickling her skin. Knowing
what was going to be expected of her, she scooted back until her
back touched rough bark. She wanted to tell him that he could leave
her free, knew it was useless. She pressed her lips together to
prevent her saying anything stupid while he re-chained her wrists
behind the tree.
Her arms pulled further back than they had while she was in the
chairs, but the pressure was tolerable. She sighed as he
straightened. His shoe touched her thigh. She straightened her legs
out in front of her.
Kate had shifted herself around her tree so that she faced Leigh. By
stretching her legs, she might be able to reach Kate's toes.
Kate spoke quietly.
"Sir?"
The title sounded wrong coming from her mouth. She was a strong
girl, far more than the rest of the clique that she ran with. Leigh
did know that the girl didn't smoke, was an outspoken protester
about it, despite the fact that most of her friends puffed during
breaks. Kate didn't look broken, as the teacher and Janice had, but
her voice fell into a mimicry of deference.
He turned towards Kate. She flinched, but talked anyway.
"Can you release my feet? Please? The metal ... it hurts."
He seemed about to tell her to suffer it, but then knelt. Kate
raised her bare feet until they rested on his thighs. He used the
same key that had released Leigh from her handcuffs, and the metal
fell from Kate's ankles.
Leigh wondered why the girl had been subjected to the ankle
restraints in the first place. Probably one of his whims.
She flexed her own feet, arching them. It felt nice not to be
walking. Kate stretched her own bare legs, a flash of her pubic
region crossing Leigh's eyes. She looked away, embarrassed. The man
who had removed Kate's cuffs didn't seem to notice.
Kate flashed him a smile, and didn't ask to be released from the
tree. Probably knew it was a useless request.
Leigh watched as he turned from the naked girls and walked towards
the side of the school. On the way, he crouched, and slipped Kate's
ankle cuffs into the blue pack. He didn't pick the pack back up, but
strode off towards the back of the school, leaving the two girls
watching him disappear.
                         <---===***===--->
Kate pushed herself up with her feet until she sat straight. Idly,
she crossed her legs, not caring about her exposure. Right now,
there was only Leigh, and her, anyway.
"Did he hurt anyone in there?"
Leigh started.
(I hurt people in there.)
"What do you mean?"
Kate sighed. As she spoke, Leigh raised herself up, crossing her
legs as Kate had. Kate had seen female anatomy before.
"I. I was out here when he arrived. You know Karen?"
Leigh thought that she did. A pretty blonde. Smoked. Wasn't someone
she would care to associate with, normally.
"He hurt Karen, to make me strip," Kate sighed. "I think he's gone
back to play with her again. He left her tied like this to a tree
out back."
Leigh's face burned. But she spoke anyway. "Who is he?"
"I don't know. But he likes to control women."
Leigh shifted as best she could. The handcuffs dug into her wrists,
but then eased as she settled.
"I figured. He. He made me strip, too. Obviously."
Tears began to form. Leigh couldn't help it. They spilled over,
running down her face.
"He hurt Janice." Kate looked confused, didn't know Janice. "He
made her strip, with that damn gun, and hurt her. Twisted her
nipples. I had to, Kate. I had to."
"I know. He taped lit cigarettes to Karen's nipples. I stripped
pretty quick after that."
Kate was crying too, lazy tears falling slowly.
They cried for a few minutes. A strange sensation welled up from
Leigh's clitoris. When she looked down, her heel, without her
conscious knowledge or direction, had touched her vagina, brushed at
her sparse pubic hairs there. Leigh gasped. The arousal came
flooding back. Her heel pressed more insistently into her clitoris.
When she looked up, Kate was watching her.
Deliberately, she pushed her legs out in front of her, away from her
body. Her face flushed bright crimson. Her nipples throbbed.
Kate's teeth ran along her lip, and she slowly extended her legs
towards Leigh. She shifted her weight, her arms rising
uncomfortably.
Leigh moaned as Kate's toes touched hers.
"He teased, you, didn't he?" Kate asked softly.
The tears began to fall again, and Leigh felt the blush recede. She
nodded miserably.
"I hated it. He touched me, and teased me. Made Miss Chambers tease
me. I couldn't help it. I didn't want it. I was tied down."
"I know. He did the same to me," Kate whispered.
"Oh God."
"Oh God, indeed."
Leigh pulled her legs back. This time, she made sure that her bare
feet weren't near her sex.
"I shouldn't be turned on by all of this," Leigh whispered.
"Nor should I," Kate replied quietly. "Nor should I."
                         <---===***===--->
"He seems to be more kind ... gentler ... with me."
Kate sighed. "You have to last."
"What?"
"You have to last. He can't use you up. Same with me. He didn't hit
me as hard as he did Karen."
"He hit you?"
"With a branch. On the breasts."
The image didn't help Leigh's arousal. But she didn't say anything.
"Oh God."
"It hurt," Kate acknowledged. "But we're chosen. I don't know why.
Karen's better looking than me, and he probably wants you for your
mind." Kate let her eyes wander over the girl opposite to her. "And
a pretty girl with a mind? What's not to like? Why not want to
control her?"
"He said that a few times. Why he wouldn't let me climax," Leigh
said. She realised too late that she hadn't wanted to admit that.
Kate merely smiled knowingly.
"Did he rape you?"
Leigh considered that. "Rape me? As in force intercourse on me?"
Kate nodded.
Leigh shook her head. "He didn't rape me like that. He forced sex on
me though. Miss Chambers had to ... lick me." The blush returned
full force.
Kate nodded. "He made me lick Karen, and fondle Darren," Kate
shivered. She seemed more upset about fondling Darren than having
oral sex with Karen.
"Isn't that rape?"
"Not according to him."
"Have you ever even seen him have sex with any woman? He nearly did
with Miss Chambers, but I think I stopped him."
Kate laughed quietly.
"Leigh, sweety, you didn't stop him. He could have raped her any way
he wanted, and then raped you, made you do whatever you offered to
him, without giving you anything you wanted."
Leigh looked down at her feet for a moment.
"I suppose. I know that."
Kate nodded understandingly.
"But he didn't, did he? I can't figure him out. Maybe he's back
there raping Darren, or Karen. I'll kill him if he raped Karen. But
somehow I doubt it. He wants something else."
"Surrender?"
Kate shook her head.
"Control. But he doesn't want surrender. Karen surrendered, and she
isn't with us. She's beautiful, you know that, but it isn't enough.
Not for this guy."
Leigh nodded.
"He let Janice and Miss Chambers go. They were pretty much broken, I
think."
"I can't surrender," Kate mused.
Leigh shook her head. "I. I can't either."
The girls lapsed into silence.
"Are we ever going home?" Leigh asked.
"I don't know," Kate said. "I really don't know."
Leigh pulled at the handcuffs. The chain between her wrists jingled
quietly in the still air.
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"... Darren in the balls ..." Kate's voice trailed off as Leigh
nodded towards something behind her. Leigh's eyes widened at the
sight approaching. Kate twisted to glance around her tree.
"Karen!" Kate called out.
The girl looked tired and dazed, walking naked with her hands behind
her. The gunman walked behind her, the gun pressed into her ribs.
Without speaking, Karen knelt between the girls, her knees in the
grass. Kate reached out a bare foot and ran it along the girl's
thigh. Karen looked up.
"He killed Darren," Karen said quietly.