"You have to take your clothes off," Leigh whispered.
"Here? Why?"
Leigh swallowed. "See me? And Janice? He. Likes his women naked. I'm sorry, Miss Chambers."
"Please, I think we can drop this. Call me Jessica. Okay?"
"But ..." Leigh shook her head slightly.
His voice cut through the air. "She can continue to call you Miss Chambers, Jessica. It's ... cute."
Leigh took a deep breath.
"He'll shoot you, and probably me, in the shoulder or the knees, or something unpleasant, if you don't take off your clothes. Please. I've seen it."
Jessica's eyes widened, and she began to unbutton her blouse. Leigh stepped back until her thighs touched the desk beside the gunman.
"You have to be more assertive," he whispered.
"I can't. She's my fu ... teacher. I can't."
He nodded, though she suspected that before this was over, she'd be more assertive, whether she wanted to or not.
She turned her eyes back towards the girl, and she was only a girl, barely out of teaching college, stripping at the front of the classroom. Her eyes never left the gun trained on her.
As each piece of clothing fluttered to the tiles around Jessica's feet, another twinge raced through Leigh's nerves. It was because of the gun, not because she was in control, but the woman was taking off her clothing, because Leigh had told her to.
She hesitated at her underwear.
"Everything?"
"Everything," Leigh confirmed.
"I. I can't. Not here." The teacher wrapped her arms around herself, just under her breasts. Her brassiere kept her breasts hidden.
"You've been naked before. You won't be the only one," Leigh urged. "I'm naked." She spread her arms with an effort, thrusting her chest outwards. "See?"
"But. They're all here. I can't. Can't you see that?"
Leigh glanced at the gunman, but he didn't seem overly anxious to shoot anyone yet. Leigh pushed off the desk, and approached the half-naked woman.
"Please," she whispered. "I don't have a gun. I don't have anything. He'll shoot you, if I can't make you strip. I can't stop him. I've tried. I don't want to see the inside of you. Please."
"But, you have to tell me what is happening here."
"I wish I knew. I swear. He. He controls time. I think it is only the three of us, in the entire world, that are walking around. The rest of them aren't dead -- they're frozen."
"Why? Why us?"
"I don't know. Why does he want us naked? He's a guy. A guy with ultimate power. He can refreeze us, if necessary. Take his time, figuring out how to make us do whatever he wants. Like it or not, we are his sex slaves. I don't like it anymore than you do. But you have to take off your panties. Please."
With that, Leigh took a step backwards. Her nipples throbbed again, as Jessica, Miss Chambers, hooked her thumbs into her panties, and pushed. She stepped out of them, her bared feet kicking them to the side.
"Satisfied?"
She stood, not attempting to cover up. She was shaved, Leigh noticed with a shock, not a wisp of pubic hair to shield her.
"Wh-wh-why?" Leigh stammered.
"Why am I shaved?" The teacher had blushed, crimson flushing into her cheeks. She still didn't attempt to cover up.
Leigh nodded, unable to tear her eyes from Jessica's bald groin.
"My boyfriend likes it that way. Trust me, I wouldn't walk around this way if I could help it. It itches."
"Oh," Leigh said. Then she recovered, dragging her eyes back to Jessica's scared face. "Bra, too," Leigh sighed.
It didn't take the same convincing that the panties had. He was right. Once a girl lost her panties, the rest was easy.
Jessica unsnapped her bra in the front and let it slip off her arms to land behind her.
"Now what? Do I get raped?" She said it calmly, almost detached.
"I don't think he wants to rape you," Leigh said.
She walked back to the gunman, stood in front of him.
"What now?"
"Whatever your twisted mind comes up with." He reached forward and idly stroked Leigh's right breast. The tease rippled through her nerves, and Leigh backed away. He raised his eyebrows, but didn't force her to return. Leigh struggled to quell the tingles.
"I don't have a twisted mind."
(Yes. I do.)
She turned slowly. Miss Chambers had crossed her arms under her breasts.
"Knees."
Without a word, the teacher sank to the tiles. Leigh touched her face gently. The woman shied away from the touch for a moment, but then returned.
Leigh walked around behind the kneeling woman, stepping over her calves.
"Crawl."
"Crawl?"
"Like a baby. You know Janice, don't you?"
The teacher nodded. "Third period. Monday, Wednesdays."
Leigh shrugged, didn't know that Janice had Miss Chambers for any classes.
The naked woman rocked forward, a flush rising through her skin. Her smooth sex peeked from between her thighs as she moved. Leigh followed slowly, as the woman began to crawl.
She stopped as she was about to pass the desk where the gunman sat watching her humiliation. She looked up, wisps of hair falling down the side of her face.
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"Because I can."
"I. I'm scared."
"I know. You have a job to do."
He aimed a slap at her rear as she began to move again. She yelped, and moved more quickly to get past him.
(She's sexy like that.)
(Stop it.)
(She's obeying you.)
(Stop. Stop. Stop.)
Her clitoris pulsed, and Leigh nearly cried out. With her hair, Leigh guided the teacher until she knelt between Janice's tied legs.
"Oh no. Please, no," Jessica said quietly.
Janice, also sensing what was about to happen, whimpered. But she'd had her nipple twisted enough to know that protest was useless.
Leigh crouched. As she did, electricity zapped her nipples and she nearly moaned.
"You have to do this, Miss Chambers. He'll make you do it, if I can't."
"I won't. She's a student, for god's sake."
Leigh rose.
"Can I take a pair of handcuffs?"
He nodded and she walked to the pack. Instead of letting her rummage in the pack, he slipped a pair from it and handed them to Leigh. He looked at her quizzically.
"Improv," she whispered.
He shrugged, and hopped back up on the desk.
Jessica didn't resist as Leigh tightened the handcuffs around her wrists behind her.
"I can't do this, Leigh. I can't."
Slowly, Leigh wound her hand into Jessica's hair, pulling her head back. Jessica moaned, pulling on her bound wrists.
Leigh's body screamed at her, but she tried to ignore the sensations.
"I need you to have sex with her."
"Oh no, please no," Janice moaned, pulling against her own ropes and chains. "I. I don't want this."
"I'm sorry, Miss Chambers. I. You have to, or it will be much worse. I've seen much worse."
With those words, Leigh let her hand fall, palm open, against the teacher's breast. Twice more, until she screamed in pain.
"I can't, Leigh. I can't."
Leigh released her hair, and Jessica tumbled to the floor, her breasts flushed. Leigh felt a touch to her shoulder, and she backed away. Her body screamed at her.
(Stop. Stop. Stop.)
She watched, unable to stop it, while he placed the gun under Jessica's chin. The girl moaned, but didn't flinch.
"Kill me. I don't care. I can't do that. I can't."
He nodded, and lifted the gun. When the crying girl looked, she screamed.
"No. Please. You can't do this."
"Actually, I can."
The gun rested against Janice's right knee. The girl paled, and shook, but her knee remained in the gun's path.
Janice spoke.
"Please. Miss Chambers. I know that you don't want to do it. I don't want it either. But ... I don't want to die. I don't want my knee in pieces. It'll hurt. Please? I'm begging you."
After a few moments of crying, Jessica spoke.
"All right, you fucked up bastard. I'll eat her."
She struggled to regain her knees. He tried to help her, but she shrugged off his hand. At last, she knelt between Janice's thighs, her mouth only centimetres from the girl's pubic region.
"Please?" she whispered. Janice had closed her eyes, waiting for the touch of a tongue.
Leigh approached again, with his motioning. He moved back away from the girls.
(Did I actually slap her breasts?)
Leigh's nipples tingled more insistently, as she gently touched the back of the teachers head.
"Please? Leigh?"
"I can't. I'm sorry. If he wants you to do it, you will."
"I can't."
She nodded, fighting the tingling in her lips, and pressed Jessica's head forward gently.
