Message-ID: <41634asstr$1049508603@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20030404121434.12017.qmail@nym.alias.net> From: Crimson Dragon X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 4 Apr 2003 12:14:34 -0000 Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [047/157] (MF+, bond, control) {Crimson Dragon} Date: Fri, 4 Apr 2003 21:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates -----BEGIN PGP SIGNED MESSAGE----- ==================================================================== Author's Shortened Preface: ==================================================================== 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 ==================================================================== Dawn of Time - Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) Chapter 47 ==================================================================== (C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) ==================================================================== 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. 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