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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [044/157] (MF+, bond, control) {Crimson Dragon}
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Author's Shortened Preface:
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In the interests of reducing bandwidth the full preface is now 
available at:

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Crimson_Dragon/www

I would encourage you to read it at least once. If you ignore
the full preface and end up offended, you have nobody to blame but
yourself. Caveat emptor. The really important bits:

This is a work of erotic fiction. As such there may be scenes with
nudity, sex, and even questionable non-consensual bondage. If you
are a minor, or you are irresponsible at any age, you shouldn't be
reading this -- find somewhere else to play. I won't be offended.
If you are looking for a quick stroke story, this probably isn't
it. For a piece of writing of 157 chapters, there is remarkably
little sex. You've been warned. Twice.

This is an original work, copyrighted by the author, Crimson Dragon.
Please do not use it as if it were your own. Enjoy the writing, but
do not archive or sell it in any manner without my written
permission. I'm easy to contact if you wish to redistribute my
words.

Lastly, I thoroughly enjoy hearing from people reading any of my
stories. Feel free to contact me with raves, rants, encouragement or
dissertation (note the lack of invitation for spam). I do try to
reply to all who are kind enough to drop me a note.

Now, if you are still with me, onto the story,
 - Crimson
   (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Crimson_Dragon/www

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Dawn of Time - Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

Chapter 44

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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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.)

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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
girls to enter.


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