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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [048/157] (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 48

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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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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