The Princesses in the Tower, by Miras

[Miras]

6-2-3
I pleaded with them to spare her life, and my warning convinced Lawrence and Georgianna. Our strongman didn´t even beat her unconscious. Making a gag out of her handkerchief and the right amount of natural material, he followed Georgianna to her car with the huntress over his shoulder. Being a man, he pressed her thigh to the max. She beat him rhythmically on the back, but her bare hands couldn't stop the hot mess.

Although she probably didn't look at it that way, we could have envied her.

The passenger car of the dominatrix was a green and brown flat thing. I sat in it next to the driver, and Lawrence held the captive in the back by the neck. Georgianna struggled through the dirt and headed for a further stretch of road. I hated having her tell me what to do, but I longed for a team of advisors.

I looked back.

"I didn't want to kidnap you," I told the captive. "I'm not one to limit people. You probably know me. Will you introduce yourself?"

I gave her a small notepad of paper and a pen from the compartment.

She wrote me two sentences.

My name is Deborah Sledge. The killer must know the victim's name.

People are a burden when they accuse you of worse intentions than you have.

But how does this case differ from my attack?

I can go on and on about how much I hate her, but she's one person, not a mob of people, into I throw a fateful machine. We statesmen are used to murder associated with considerable geographical distance and anonymity. I made it even more complicated by letting Deborah write her name for me.

I took off her glasses. I couldn't find the fear in the eyes above the gag, which would benefit us now.

"It's just a matter of if you turn Mrs. McLeaf in. You can return to the Heirs if you tell her how she can discredit you if necessary. The details of the process..."

Deborah leaned over, and even as Lawrence pressed her, she snatched the writing accessories from me. She was scribbling furiously on them, and not even hell would stop her. I surprisingly found her message readable.

"I only came here because I would be of use here and here only! Dad laughed at me, and when I told him who I wanted to marry, he sent me to be a maid to his partner, and there they treated me like a hooker who does it for free! This is where I met the best guys of my life! I mean, some of them are. I wanted to show what I can do, and you want to make me just a blackmailed wretch!“

She made me happy. She revealed something about her family, and by that, the hysterical girl gave me a prime manipulation tool. I thought about my answer, but Georgianna hissed: "Duck!"

I started to squirm. It was getting dark, but the nightmarish outline of a horse and a man on it was still visible. He rode past us, accompanied by another stallion. A female figure cupped between them, chained by her outstretched arms to the two animals.

Deborah looked out the window. A twisted Lawrence slid her down, but I don't think she was trying to call on them. Heiress put one hand forward and indicated the movement of the pen on the paper with it. We both acted awkwardly, but she sent me another message.

"Her name is Raven, and she is with Heir, who forces himself upon her. They were drowning her on the first day as they did to you. Our mistresses are pampering us at camp. I guess boys want to do rough stuff to her when they take her to the woods for that. Do something!"

I showed the pad to Georgianna. "I want you to drive over to them. If they forget themselves, you can show up and make them stop."

Deborah chimed in from under the gag. Maybe she wanted to help her. Maybe. She was not to be trusted blindly.

"Typical irresponsible woman!" shouted Lawrence. “They might shag her, but they will fuck us up by the wired barb.”

I turned to Deborah instead. "Why did you write this to me?"

Her hand was shaking. "Raven is a single lesbian. Like me, ever since my dad broke off my engagement. I've been avoiding her, but I've always felt for her."

"So when we get there, we buy your silence?"

She nodded eagerly.

The missing piece of the puzzle spoils an otherwise fine picture, and I smelled that Deborah, or the two outside, are hiding it up their ass. Either way, it didn't stop me from wanting to join a game no one invited me to play.

The horses dived into the deeper forest. It was impossible to follow them from the car on the road. Georgianna was already unfastening her seatbelt.

"You want me to stay in your car?!"

"You must have tried to swallow the wasp queen as a child!" Lawrence laughed bitterly. "When Mayson and Greene kept you immobilized, it was in the interest of your safety. And me before I met you? I was to defile half of the Honolulu!"

Georgianna went out and opened the trunk. She returned to the seat with another drone. "We will watch them with this. They won't notice it. Their group is using it. And speaking of that, out, all of you. We can be more inconspicuous as a group."

Lawrence made a few rude remarks about how people should notice him undressed and too old for a member of this hunting party, but he was venting the worst of him on Deborah, his shield. I again clung to Georgianna, and together we adjusted the course of the drone. Deborah was not resisting Lawrence, she just turned in our direction, and we watched and listened to what the boys were doing. The drone stuck to them in mid-flight. Thanks to it, we clamped down on their depravities. Raven was wearing black underwear, clearly trying to turn down her hissing as one of the boys shaved her head with a dagger, occasionally cutting it to sprout a red line on her forehead. The woman was still tied up.

"She who screams will get over it faster," said one Heir, his voice cold, lacking the sadism. He stated it as if he were describing a new kind of dance.

"Surely she will be close," the other man said distantly but then looked at his fellow. "This cuckoo has been a traitor ever since she came out of her bitch of a mother. You thought she would help us with the trap? She only screams when I put it in. Maybe you could mark her as you did once your cousin.”

"They sewed her finger back on," the first guy stated disappointedly. "We can divide the holes, but the point is to make her roar for a long time. If that fails to summon the prey we will try the technology."

"This is not her punishment!" I realized. "They want to catch me!"

"I'm going there!" Georgianna bit her lip. She understood, without a doubt, that she won´t talk them out of it effortlessly.

“I heard you voted as one, Cooper.”

The Lawmaker was stomping on the forest floor, bending down for a pinecone. When he heard my voice, he kicked it instead. He answered quickly but didn't turn to me.

"Sometimes, certain deputies get word that they can abstain during the vote. I didn't hear anything like that this time. It was - Milestone."

I'll make him say it to my face, I'll make him!

"You're probably using the cones in your basket for Gilbert's effigy. I never repeated someone's words. I was a member of the Senate first, party second."

He took the kicked cone to end up in his collection. "I make them into models of military machines and hold parades at home," he said calmly. “The only way I connect with something aggressive in private.”

It made me laugh. "In public life, you associate with something aggressive all the time. Raising a hand for oppression is also oppression."

He slowly turned to me, squinting somewhere to the side. "I envy you, and I mean it honestly. They removed you from office, but you remained a politician. I have an office while not expressing any personal views."

"You are better off than women thanks to your re-education law."

He put the basket down and grabbed my shoulders. He looked straight into my eyes.

"I can't live with them anymore. I'm emigrating, and I advise you..."

"I am on my way out, Cooper! I already feel the shame of not following the sisters to the slave pit."

 

[Miras]

6-2-Finale
I clung to Deborah, who was willingly getting used to Lawrence's tight grip. I flew a little further with the drone. A more complex scene allowed me to see a trembling Raven, chained to the trees and slightly restless horses, making difficulties for its riders. The broadcast first transmitted Georgianna's voice before she appeared in the picture.

"Be careful with the goods, good men," she began nonchalantly. “Mr. Cruz wants us to scour, not to lurk.”

"We hope this flounder might attract Thompson," the young man nervously told Georgianna what she already knew.

The dominatrix patted his shoulder. "Your plan is bold, but rather based on chance. Rest assured I'll check if she's back at camp in half an hour. I'd like to see how she's doing."

"She's having fits," the second Heir declared, his voice not disguising his revulsion at Georgianna's existence. “Give our idea a chance, please.” At the word "please" he threw his dagger into the air.

"They're looking for someone else!" Raven shouted suddenly, her voice brimming with determination.

"What did you say?" Curious Georgianna did not comment on how the guy with a dagger struggled with the helpless girl.

"They're after my girlfriend, Awwww! They want to prove we're in love and force her to marry. AAAAHHHH, take it out!"

"Just kill her!" challenged the man standing next to Georgianna, who was already running out of patience.

Deborah started to fight back again. So, I wasn't wrong, she wasn´t telling us everything, and those two idiots just made the mistake of compromising themselves in front of Georgianna, just like we did in front of the Heiress.

"You stay out of here!" As always, Lawrence's objections did not interest me. I ran to where the drone passively guided me. When I heard them with my ears, I whistled on my fingers and called out: "Guys, don't you want to drown too?"

I didn't know if Georgianna said anything, but the two of them uttered a few curse words in a tone of encouragement, not anger. It occurred to me to run anywhere but in the direction from which I came. Those two had such a drive that they thwarted me. They jumped toward me, and the one with the knife even overwhelmed me, pressing my body against the mixture of grass, leaves, and stinging stones.

"You're knee-deep in shit. Maybe you should sniff less!"

The bastard slashed my nose with his dagger, and of course, I jerked my head, unable to lift itself off the ground. He also held the weapon firmly and ran the blade across my face. I couldn't notice the pain. I wanted to go up. Up, I say! The weight of his body on my chest barely allowed me to get air, and his partner was trying to hold my arms. I spat upward, so at least the first one backed off a little. I hit him in the chest with my forehead, but I don't know which of us hurt more.

I slipped from under them. However, I wouldn´t be able to run away from them. Lawrence jumped out from behind the tree, and it looked like he armed himself with Deborah's things. He aimed his crossbow at the slightly surprised boys and shot one of them in the thigh with an arrow before wrapping the other in a net. They managed to kick around anyway, so he jabbed them with tranquilizers and waited for the medicine to take effect.

“The cover story remains,” Georgianna stated breathlessly.

I nodded. Even though it seemed like bad luck, it will be more believable thanks to Deborah.

"I'll take you back to camp," Deborah said to Ravan, wrapping her arm around her neck. "You fool, how did you let us be spotted?"

"You could ask Thompson why she didn't get us out of the Tower and cross the Red Sea," Raven rasped.

The burning scars around my mouth were not enough to stop me from speaking. “You should turn to someone else for that.” I diverted the conversation again. “Hamilton is our best chance to outflank the guys.”

“Oh yeah, the lover of Cruz,” Raven pointed out. "He screams like a boar in the leghold, while she is a silent sufferer. The camp pities and admires her at the same time."

"She makes the hunting party happy?!"

Raven spluttered around us and stroked her tortured writs. "Not the whole party, but Cruz is like a regiment of rapists."

I quickly pulled Deborah´s cell phone out of her pocket.

"Then we'll send her a neat message."

 

[Miras]

Chapter 6, Part 3 (1)

Barbara

Meat. Dead meat.

I cut a steak for lunch, and repellent tassels flew out.

What did the warden say?

"Romano's lungs were full of water, and a piece of debris tore through his chest. Disgusting like the contents of my plate. And I almost added them to the wreckage."

I ate just enough so they wouldn't think I was on a hunger strike. My stomach didn't want to be alive. It was trying to expel the mustiness brought on by Enzo's death.

We fucked, we could even get to know each other. If Jenine, our dear savior, killed him, I don't want to be saved by her anymore!

After lunch, according to the latest schedule update, Homemaking was supposed to follow, but Weatherby and Arnolph took us, the Loyalists, away. In the cabinet, they introduced us to our extraordinary testing - New Family Week. During that, we will be visiting the co-lector and her lover to live with them as their daughter and help in the house.

"You will address them as 'Mom' and 'Dad'. No sarcasm or play-acting. Father has the right to call you by a different name for the lesson," Weatherby commanded us. "You will maintain trust and obedience towards them. You will live as expected of you after you are released and process your experiences for your fellow students."

As he uttered those words, I wondered if it is going to be as much the test for co-lectors as for us. Wall-raised daughters on the one hand, diligent mothers on the other. Both seemingly favored women, who, however, are warned that they have to repay the debt for consideration. Fake parents of mine were played by Roberta Brunkow and her Heir, Martin Ingham. Mom had all her exciting parts covered with a dark hazel evening dress. I got white boy shorts and a crop top. On the walk, Ingham lifted his legs like a man after a medical procedure (or an invalid who would regain his movement after one) but his gaze sought me regularly, and it was not for my safety or benefit. Since the assassination of the Paladins, something in me had been dying and coming back to life. That never-ending change whispered that I had to obey and not hesitate when given instructions, even if a fake father draws a number on me for those interested in marriage (555-666-3469, perhaps?).

We went to a library disguised as a mall, where I understood that the women's and children's sections were united, like in many industries. I wanted to rummage through the clothes on display like an epileptic ferret, but Ingham picked out a few pieces and told us what he would pay with his credit card.

At the second stop, I understood why we don't do this in virtual reality. Ingham told us that he wanted meatloaf with a Greek salad and French onion soup for dinner. I chose everything I needed in the kitchen, and under Brunkow's supervision, I went to cook for Heir in one of the more luxurious rooms, supposedly vacated by Paladin. We brought it to Ingham's table for five people.

The two of us ate in the kitchen corner.

Could it be Enzo's suite? The odds are one to four. Rest in peace, meatloaf. I squinted. Rest in peace, jolly good fellow.

“I'm a little exhausted,” I said over the waning goodness. "Don't we have double biology class now, mom?"

“You have one, and Trevorrow will teach it," Brunkow explained sternly.

Women are treated like cattle here, but the pasture is green, and the cowboys know how to manage their time.

It meant the Loyalists arrived during a break, and the wardens ordered them to jump into the toilet. I was in the cabin unnecessarily, so I commented out loud. "The food is grateful that I cooked. It does not leave me." Lydia's laugh answered me to my right. "My dad told me I couldn't pick up a salt shaker. I hope his stomach dislikes his dinner!"

"However, some creatures can live in their intestines and eat him!" That was Amber Bernstein outside of the Loyalists' circle. I laughed and got out of the cabin. The smile passed me because Trevorrow was standing in front of the sinks, her eyes storming. I guessed correctly that I could wash but not go out into the corridor. The teacher waited until Lydia and Amber came out and addressed us all.

"Jokes against authority figures will not go unanswered. I warn you that insulting men outside can cost you up to 30 moral credit points. That's why you will get 30 strappings on your bottoms, Butcher and Bernstein. You only caused it, Pignon, so you have a reprieve, and you will watch. Next time you transgress, I will punish you the same."

We, convicts, would prefer to be able to go back to the toilet right now, but this is how we had to tame our gestation in class, with Trevorrow testing anyone but us. Amber and Lydia were to receive a lesson on human nerves.

She unchained us, and we had to ritually accompany her to the office, where she made a ritual note about my probation.

“Please, fellow lector,” Lydia begged. "We were answering. We wouldn't have thought of it ourselves!""So today I will be merciful," she admitted. "I´ll give you the first fifteen on your panties. Bernstein, you're going to hold your classmate."

Amber stood still while a shaken Lydia walked around the table. With a big smile, Trevorrow made her lie down on the table and reluctantly adjust her lavender panty ass. Amber took her arms. They both paled, looking into each other's eyes. The teacher did not delay.

"Owwwwww! I'm sorry!"

"That's wonderful! Then you know you had it coming!"

Leather was giving a hot kisses that clung to her bottom tighter than the fabric of her underwear. Every scream of Lydia must have been heard a little further away, and Amber's eyes wet with tears, even though it wasn't her turn by a long shot yet. When the first half of Lydia's punishment finished, and the girls were about to take turns, one of them let out a happy sigh, but the other had to ask me to pull up her skirt. The teacher divided her punishment into three sequences of five - the first normal, the second more symbolic, and the final hellfire bombardment, during which Lydia held Amber by the elbows. The clapping and roaring formed a harmony, the rhythm of which the teacher had to enjoy.

“So much for the merciful part,” Trevorrow declared. "Now lie down next to each other and show me your bottoms in all their decaying glory." The fact that they were getting on a bare did not mean that the teacher spared them. On the contrary, she beat them all the more, determined to make the girls squeal at the punishment and sob loudly after it. She systematically alternated between the burning bottoms, anxiously making sure she was equally strict on both. Amber and Lydia begged her not to have to put on their panties when the strap instructed them one last time.

"Nasties need more heat," Trevorrow joked, holding up her arm with the attitude adjuster.

That convinced them.

 

[Miras]

6-3-2

Human cruelties and condescension reminded me of the kindness with which Enzo cared for his neighbors. All I had to do was look at Louisa. She reminded me of him and that he had fallen asleep forever. He could disappear from the world, but not out of my head. So, I joined Therese in prayer right before the taps. Zita would never feel my blues, and Stacey wasn't coming back until about midnight. I prayed for peace of mine, and that of the late boy, without a death wish for anyone. I begged to make bad things more bearable.

The girls from our room liked the gym. It may have contributed to the fact that they haven´t caned any of us for slacking in for over two weeks. I was sad, but eagerly hopped on the treadmill, strapped on the scanner, and turned on the thing. Before that, I heard mean words during the morning warm-ups, as did everyone in our non-voluntary group. With me, people mainly remembered how overweight I was at the beginning of the school year and how my manners had changed since then. I preferred not to respond to the sneers that morning. My sense of humor spoiled enough things yesterday.

I was running on a treadmill, imagining myself chased by an ape that satisfied himself with Pepper. But I must have messed something up. The treadmill stopped, and the words "Biological Change Detected" flashed on his monitor. The warden took the scanner from me and looked at the detailed description. She urged me to go to the infirmary with her baton. She whispered something to the nurse, who ran me over with an orange light hand lamp-gadget.

"It analysed her state awesomely," said the nurse in surprise. "Fertilized egg!"

Holy Mother-

Holy Me?

They put me on a bed and let a male doctor and two nurses look after me. They were hysterically checking to see if I was missing something. I think that kind of attention suited the First Lady after she broke her legs and at least one arm at a dance performance. At the same time, my body felt the same as when I tried to receive God's intervention yesterday.

Enzo- A guest I should know better than to fuck- Tiny particle of you survived. I'll try to make it- more alive every day? Larger? It will unknowingly drain my nutrients and burden my body. Lamely will walk me, mom, oblivious of the top reason why people have sex. Not even Viola did it that quickly, and Dwight managed not to die, not to leave his Pignon to the ogres.

Mayson came into the infirmary in a frenzy, slapping men and women. He extended his sweaty right hand to me. The principal didn't squeeze me too hard but held me for a long time.

"Congratulations, and thank you for your initiative, young lady!" bellowed the man. He let go of me and sat on the bed. "Expected baby couldn't choose better parents." He winked at me. "You showed a willingness to come to our aid even before the end of your first year, and fate brought you together with Mr. Romano´s poor father and mother-" His voice faltered, then he finished the sentence "... who are giving me a lot of grief for long days. Miss Pignon, I think I can absolve you of Loyalist meetings."

I politely declined. There was no one else here to support me to bask in the joy of it or mourn the loss.

"Your new positions will make up for it!" Mayson assured me. “I promoted you to the privileged one with immediate effect and will negotiate with Romanos sending the surrogate groom as soon as they wish. The goal of the negotiations will be the date and conditions of your extraction from here."

I thanked him politely and opened my mouth like a fish, which is just a little less gabby.

 

[Miras]

6-3-3

"Bring the discarded chair!" I wouldn't be surprised if some diner stuck food in her throat. Glass-shattering voice of Arnolph changed the simple request in the microphone to the sound of a military band.

They made room for me at the privileged table and Arnolph revealed to everyone that I was preggo. According to the existing model of society, I was praised for my efforts, and I should also have respected the man who is no longer alive today, to whom I owe it, and whose legacy passed on to me.

People weren't looking at her, they were looking at me. I inadvertently ran my hand over my stomach. Regular inmates were curious if the knocked-up girl still had something to say about herself, and a number of strippers or other women with an erotic career tried to scare me with their tightened eyebrows. I looked down at my flat stomach, which was supposed to swell again in a few months. "I will be a nice mother, I promise. I will marry a father who will probably look like your real dad. You will come to this world in a nice place. Your parents will prepare it for you."

Arnolph quickly sat me down.

"You're sitting where Pepper was," the woman to my right whispered. Irene Baird. "We'll like you about as much as her."

I looked around and reached for the tea with a battering hand. A floozy sitting across held my hand and poured three-quarters of a lemon into it. "You must drink now, breeder."

Someone didn't figure this out. The privileged thought about me as kindly, as the moral inmates thought of them.

"The child can be thoroughly stupid when born because the mother forgot the pills," Irene pointed out.

She already had an empty cup. I poured my time into her and took two warm croissants. I don't feel an increased appetite yet, but I wouldn´t limit myself. I will try to see how it will be.

"If you ask me... At last, I have a younger girl here to give advice!" that's what Cabrera said. "Welcome to the club, Barbara!"

We high-fived.

"Welcome to the club, Barbara!" This time, a thin black woman enthusiastically greeted me. I have never noticed her. "My name is Helen, and they bully me too because I wanted to be here, but we earned our privileges."

“Welcome, Barbara.” Alice supported them.

“Welcome, Barbara,” Claudia remembered that she knew me.

"Welcome, Barbara. Grow up, rest of you!"

What got into Ruby Caine?

Frowns turned upward, and I didn't allow myself to look back at my virtuous comrades.

It could also be because of how they finally accepted me that I suffered from conflicting feelings. In addition to the third croissant, notices prepared for Therese or Zita also helped me. But that would go if the spokeswoman, stocked with news, wouldn't pat me on the back.

“This is Cassandra and Lola,” she presented the wardens in bulletproof armor. "They'll protect you for the rest of your stay, which will also have an altered program. You're excused from the Art of Holy Submission, and you'll only be left with Androcentrism from the Mainstream Education, where you'll no longer be a chair to a classmate. Of course, you'll still have to attend side programs like New Family Week. You will be able to self-develop in your spare time, but you will have to consult your intentions with us."

"Am I eligible for therapy?" Why did my voice waver instead of resonating with the most venomous sarcasm?

"Of course! The session with Mrs. Rosenstein will be tailor-made for you, and you can safely consult her about your shock."

The inmates were getting up and were no longer curious about what I was doing. The exceptions were my roommates and Nicole. They were looking for me, but the wardens had already pushed them away and were warningly beating on the bodies exposed by the strap harness. I couldn't tell them anything when I passed them.

Zita shook her head.

"Did you even realize this? You're going to be called Barbara Romano?! That's like some guy being Hernando Aztec!"

I have to ask Sophia if Cassandra and Lola have removing the teeth of former friends in their job description.

 

[Miras]

6-3-4

Clara was waiting for me outside her office door. She took me from the wardens and kissed me on the forehead. "I'm glad I can help you with the life landmark," Clara told me. "Ensuring a happy mother is a basis for an excellent life for the baby."

"That is what I want most of all," I testified. "My child will have a well-secured life." Son or daughter? I have to make special arrangements if I deliver a girl.

"Sit down."

I took back the wing chair where Clara had scared me so terribly. "I feel like everything in the world is conspiring against me. I didn't want to have kids yet, and that guy was cool, but he died, and now they made me live with a new bunch of women and-"

Clara put her hand on my knee. "Honey, I know you want to talk, but our administration is just as taken aback as you are. It is my fault the girls mistrust the principal and his counselors. Leave solving problems to them.

Of course, you are emotional. The Mr. Father usually helps expecting mother-” She looked sympathetic. "You have me here instead of him. We´ll talk, and if we have more time, I will teach you some breathing exercises."

"Are you going to tell mom and dad?"

"Romanos will invite them to your wedding. The things will be a matter to change before then, and your old folks should not be confused out of all the developments."

I snapped my leg to withdraw her claw. The hag had no way of knowing it was dishonest on my side. I will message mom and dad tomorrow, the day after tomorrow at the latest.

"There is one more way to relieve your current stress." Clara got up and came back with something she took off her desk.

I looked at the object. The counselor was holding a massive hairbrush in her hand. A flat area of brown, yellow, and black spots glistened on the flatside. The beautiful thing and the wrist had to feel it. Not that it should be the place that would hurt me.

Clara handed it to me. "Therapeutic spanking. The pain forces the organism to expel the stress. Not many girls go for it, considering they beat them in the classes, but with your workload, it might do the trick."

I slapped it on my palm. Yeah. If someone hits me with it at speed, I might regret coming here, but maybe I'll think more clearly. I also deserve it for what I did to Amber and Lydia. I gave her back the hairbrush handle first.

"I agree. Spank me."

As Clara herself said, we had rich experience in receiving thrashings. She lacked the time to answer, and I was already on the wing chair facing backward and pushed toward the person who was determined to make my sitting uncomfortable for the next few days. I forced the skirt to stay up on the second try, and the panties wrapped around my clutched knees. The asscheeks were wrapped in air and cooled by the metal touch of the chastity belt in the middle.

"Tell me when you're ready," Clara said encouragingly.

"I am. My ass and head need it."

"You can also guess that it teaches you how to deal with the child when he is naughty or crying." The area of the hairbrush covered a wide spot on my right buttock.

"For now, we're all about blood circulation. A little warm-up won't hurt."

Tap-tap-tap-tap. The first four strokes were just smaller strikes from a short distance, but the fifth one... Phew, it was like she was scolding me for something, and I was sure that a dark red spot started to form on my ass. I was beginning to doubt if I had made the right decision. I gritted my teeth, and Clara repeated the whole thing. My ass was already throbbing with strong pain in two places, and it warmed me all over so that I could melt the snow with it. But I indeed relaxed. So I'll let the counselor do her job.

"Now get ready, Barbs. It's going to be normal thrashing."

To my misfortune, I looked at the wall and saw Clara's shadow stretching out. I was horrified by the force she was putting into the blow. I gripped the backrest tightly and...

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

The hairbrush was now landing on its target with twice the force of its worst blows before. It hurt almost like caning after losing the match. I also kicked twice, for which Clara punished the offending thigh.

I thought I was going to cry my face off, but Clara only added to the strength, and never took it away. She stopped only around the fortieth stroke when I stopped moving because I was afraid of what the slightest movement would do to my ass.

"Did that calm you down, Barbs?"

I couldn't understand much through the sobs, but I appreciated her performance. Anyway, I had other things to worry about now, and I will never ask for therapy again. Perhaps I felt a little unreasonable joy in the company of Cassandra and Lola. We went to New Family Week. Slowly.

Ingham did not let me go without consequences in front of the virtual reality room.

"Eleven minutes past the deadline! You... I'm not going to call you Barbara... How about Zoe? No, I've got it, Vivian! I know you're worried, but you have to respect your parents. If you don't want to come with us, you won´t certainly mind the educational delay." He sat down in a chair in the hallway.

"Over my lap!"

This didn't work out for me.

 

[Miras]

6-3-5

Our "family trip" in virtual reality was organized by Brunkow, choosing one of the Biology lessons applications. Computer created a zoo where enlarged insects were exhibited instead of normal animals. Enclosures, like those intended for rhinos, were inhabited by the longicorns. The dung beetles moved their dung up the mounds, fascinating despite the stench. The trees here were not grazed by the giraffes but by praying mantises. Children had to be careful on the twisted bridge to avoid sticking to the web, but they couldn't help but worry about the rusty spider, which returned their gaze and loomed over them like a dark cloud. The most extensive installation was the "bee pavilion" - a section of the hive structure where we admired the striped workers running the honeycombs. Kids received candies at the exit.

Ingham settled his "wife and daughter" beside an aviary with a cocoon from which the Red Admiral emerged every ten minutes.

"Maybe we should take a flight," he suggested and pulled my hand so I wouldn't miss how the dark wings marked with variegated edges and spotted white unfolded.

The daughter Vivian, eager for more conveniences of the world under a magnifying glass, asked her mother to agree with her father, and she put her finger on the stop marked with the image of a dragonfly on the zoo map. The digital theater, in which we were supposed to learn, did not fall behind the comedy played for "daddy".

The dragonfly in the giant edition retained its contradicting charm. Til you jumped on, it looked menacingly like a natural spitfire, and at the same time, it was clear that when she sat on a rose (or this case, a redwood), she doubled the beauty of the honored plant. I couldn't help but wonder when we took off, and two pairs of wings flapped around us. Space, as the only commodity, proved to be slightly lacking on the narrow body. Ingham sat in front, Brunkow behind him, and I on their tail.

Only my sore ass didn't enjoy this ideal child's ride.

"Finally detached from earth and free from the dictates of heaven!" Ingham shouted to the sky far above, yet seemingly at hand. "Vivian, considering what happened to you, you were already eighteen, right?"

I had to confirm this and was reluctant to remind him of his role.

"We'll rest for a while. You and Roberta will get undressed."

Basic command of guys. Like saying "sit" to a dog. Ingham ordered the dragonfly to land at the gift shop. Brunkow and I stood up awkwardly and threw pieces of our clothing at the crowds of visitors. If those people existed, we'd both probably throw ourselves off the roof.

"That corpse had a taste," Martin assessed me from the pubic hair. "Now I wish this simulation isn't completely physically realistic."

He requested ropes from the system and tied my naked figure to the right front wing. He immobilized Brunkow on the opposite side at the back. The virtual relay was not abiding by physics, and I was swaying back and forth in the next phase of the flight. Ingham loved the show. At first, he just tickled my pubic area then he stuck his finger in my pussy. Forced excitement and vibration on my back made me come sooner than when I lost my virginity. Ingham made me shiver, and I hoped that nothing but his finger would get into my privates.

Ingham flew just below the clouds with the dragonfly and lay down on it. He directed his head seldom at Roberta, mostly at me, picking up on the feminine helplessness.

"I used to make figurines and dolls myself, but I have to entrust this composition to the automatic systems,” he noted. "But not before I get my desired virtual lover - the hot ant queen - programmed."

“Daddy, I'm thirsty.”

This indicated that we should leave the VR, and Ingham was not against that. He made it a little worse for me by stepping on the sun, but the desire to dehydrate me passed him in drastic half a minute.

“You're a good girl, Vivian,” he complimented me. "I guess you even made love humbly and chastely with Mr. Romano, like a perfect bride. At the same time, you have to be a hooker to do it again with his replacement. Ha! You are the last named privileged one and the only one who they will dare not to sully."

"The privileged ones can be dirtier than they are?" I asked in a naive voice.

"They're gradually breaking them down." Martin sighed "Golden girls mustn't get too much prideful. Our party has other concerns, but bosses told us they are lowering their position. They will keep their advantages, but soon we will have to give them some malice, and in the end, you, the young ones would get the order."

Every woman, without exception, probably has to ingratiate herself with men to be respected. Plight, when a country brings up its men to have a high standard.

And I was supposed to be avoided by the wrongs. If I get angry at the whore-gang in the future, I can tell myself that the joke is on them. It won´t mean squat for me because the inconveniences will hurt even the kindest of their bunch. Not to mention that I thought I'd be here a year longer than any of them, and I'll be out months earlier. I hope I can still help Mrs. Clerence recover until that happens and Louisa comes to terms with herself.

 

[Wragg]

Like saying "sit" to a dog.

Except that mine never sat

 

[Miras]

Except that mine never sat

And you call yourself a dominant?!

 

[Miras]

6-3-Finale
Brunkow took me out of the VR room to hand me over to her wife Sylvia. Student girls found out about their relationship after the first weekend we spent here, and most of us looked at them as siblings so it wouldn't be so weird, but I, whenever I remembered Mom, Dad, sometimes even Viola... I wondered what it must be like when they kiss, when they touch, confide in each other, and cement their bond that could become a family.

God, why didn't you make me a dyke? I despaired. Maybe I found the reason.

Sylvia led me to the library to show me some volumes on parenting. But I wanted to do something else. I stopped at the spot, and the wardens had to point it out to Slyvia.

"I want to talk to the principal. Immediately! But first, Cabrera!"

I liked the initial rendezvous better. Cabrera received me like her relative and thanked me for stopping by her place. We met as friends and parted as friends.

Meeting Mayson was nothing like that.

Principal had two shots on the table, one with colorless content and the other with yellowish-brown content. He was contorting his face into conflicting expressions in front of the mirror and repeated something to himself in a low voice, but I couldn't guess the number of words, let alone their meaning.

"The cliché says it should be the best day of your life..." Mayson turned to me and walked over quickly enough to deliver me to a seat. "But I know how it can spoil what the ladies dreamed about.

Whether for the next month or even for life. Good thing they have so many mentors! That's why we have you here, after all, faster than I expected you to be."

I gave him an evil smirk with my tongue showing, and spoke in a little harsher tone than I'd ever allowed myself to anyone.

"You talked about the Romanos wanting to get to know me. I could get in touch with them now. The surrogate already knows about me and should speak to the one he enters an arranged marriage with.“

Mayson shifted in his chair. "Don't want to see them. The parents are grief-stricken. I've talked to the father and then to the mother. Never been on their feet together. The younger Romano supposedly doesn't even want to admit it happened yet."

I sobbed. "I know... Try it anyway. They'll see someone Enzo liked in me. That's what will calm them down."

Mayson stared at me blankly. "Look, I want to prepare you, and when I say that, I mean it. I told them that you cry into your pillow all the time, and you don't want to talk to them. I want you to know as much as possible, about how they wish to imagine you. So they will be grateful to you and me.”

I jumped to the table. "You're making me an irresponsible bimbo?! I know what I'm supposed to do, and I need to get to know them to fit in."

Mayson stood up and braced himself with his hands. "Honesty is nice, but this is about getting my clients what they ordered. There isn't a difference between the right kind of pizza and the right daughter-in-law anymore. I can't let them down when their son died here!"

"So, according to you, I won't be a good daughter-in-law? Probably not, when you reassigned me to the whores, and you don't even respect them anymore. You don't respect anyone!"

"I must respect the thing you have in your womb," Mayson stated coldly. “And because of that, I now have to spare and isolate you appropriately.”

According to him, wardens taking me to the infirmary, where they bound me with plastic handcuffs, spread-eagle, was appropriate.

I already forgot to be reserved. Due to my current position, I cursed and jerked the whole way and defended myself even when they handcuffed me. They needed to calm me down, so they removed my chastity belt, pulled out a special double dildo, and stuffed it in my ass and pussy. The more I thrashed, the greater force it thrust into me. It was also equipped with grooved wheels, rotating me there and unpleasantly rubbing the places that should have pleased me.

I succumbed to the pressure, and my body took so long to recover that I didn't even know it and suddenly noticed with horror the evening tint of the sky.

Nurses avoided me. They only made sure I was breathing about once every half hour. Casandra and Lola might have been given guard duty outside. In the early evening, someone I knew visited me.

"Basma!" I screamed and also took a breath. "Don't you know, will they bring me something for dinner?"

She denied it. "Mayson wants you to get a little drink, and then she won't let you out until the morning."

I didn't like that, and now that I lacked the dildo between my legs, I rejected humility and obedience. Unlike the small bottle of water.

"You know what? I might stay here, but go to see Cabrera. I want her to know while she can still look at me."

As Basma walked away, I kept returning to the conversation with the first co-lector in my head, which lulled me to sleep.

"People have described that similar things have happened to them," Cabrera admitted. "Belittling us... Breaking us... It felt like nonsense to me when I started with the craft. One of the many nonsense guys have in their heads, and it tired me. Then I stopped brooding over it. The more we like humiliation, the more they will like us."

"It would be worthy of public knowledge," I urged. "People are different. Those who grew lazy may not be as understanding as you, and it will recoil on them. Hell, they might end up like the one beat up for sticking a knitting needle in Harris's nose."

She smirked. "Not even a day with us, and you are already looking after the interests of the home team. Don't worry. We are the alliance. With that octopus, the certainties of people who are more respected in the Tower than us caved in, and they will slowly trample around us. Mayson didn´t take out all the shards from his shoes."

I don't know how long I slept. I was wood-stiffen in this position. What´s more, in the dark and the air shaken by the rustling, I was as close to the rest as the Vatican is similar to China.

Figures gathered around me. Some of them I estimated to be women, but there were also clearly men.

"Who are you?" I screamed when a long object in the right hand of one of the unambiguous guys flashed from the dim light of the outdoor lamp.

"Commando of rescuers," said a female voice. Helen.

"We're hunters in need of a mascot," Ingham said playfully.

“We cannot allow Mayson to tarnish the memory of the one we fight for.” I didn't know this voice. It belonged to the guy with the blade.

"That's bullshit." Suddenly I stopped being interested in the attention. "I'm only supposed to stay here until morning."

"We piss on facts! You are the causa belli!!" The glare of the blade flashed across the barred window and the sky beyond.

The cuff on my leg tore in two.

"Principal merely directs. Our fathers told us how to rule!"

 

[Miras]

Chapter 6, Part 4 (1)

Therese

I have been conscientiously washed in the inmates' common bathroom for Lovemaking with Arthur. The session where the student doesn´t sit. Conscientiously and delicately. Two cleaning ladies (un)dressed in pink sashes scrubbed me in warm coconut milk, making my skin tasteful for the gourmet tongue of my lover.

The bath not only prepared me for Arthur but also invigorated me. I hurried to his bedroom and threw off my outfit. It smelled sweet in here. Whatever it was, it came from Larissa's body, stretched out over our three spots. Strangely, she was wearing lingerie - yellow lace underwea. The top and stockings, but no panties.

"What did they bathe you in?" I asked.

“That´s maple syrup." Double L tilted her head. "Come and taste."

I was worried. “Larissa, Arthur wants us without a single thread.”

She laughed. "I wanted to see what he would do if I disobeyed, so I lied."

Her pose was dazzlingly seductive.

I bent over her on the bed, although it was clear what she was going to try. First, I quickly pulled off one stocking, and Larissa, as if by chance, poked me with her foot on the fluff I had left on my crotch. I gently pushed her away, and she put her foot on her knee, protecting the other stocking. I lifted it. Without hesitation, she blocked my neck with her thigh, and as I wrestled with her below, she spread her vulva perfectly. It seemed that she was flaunting her slit as if she were showing off a Gucci purse in society. She arched her waist admirably and nibbled my wrist.

"Hmmm, coconut! Arthur's quite into role-playing. We can tell him we've become lonely and horny jungle warriors!" I don't know how, but I successfully removed the other stocking. She was passionately caressing my bare bottom.

"Why are you making it so difficult, penguin girl? Just one taste and I'd be completely undressed.”

It was probably very naive of me, but I licked her calf. The syrup tasted pretty good, so I continued upwards, wondering if there was more to it.

Double L tapped my chin, and I looked up. True to her word, she dropped the top. "You couldn´t wait for my lambs, could you?"

She moved her breasts to me until it looked like we were sparring with nipples and kissed my cheek.

"You are starting to like me, and you're worth it. As long as it's not hurting anyone, we shouldn't deny ourselves the best girly fun." She also treated my earlobes with the tip of her tongue. "Lie down. Knowing my little Penguin girl, she will enjoy it passively."

I was so stupefied I wanted to turn her over and lick her back, but the dominance in her voice put me on my back, and Double L covered me with her body. It felt innocent. I did lift a bit to explore the sweet layer around her navel, but the woman, whose firm breasts tickled me on my stomach, was more like a nanny bantering with the baby.

Larissa´s public mouth connected to my private parts. I knew I still had a chance to flinch. I didn't use it. A female tongue knows how to irrigate female flowers. Oh my God! My pelts swelled as if Double L's tongue was both a wasp sting and a healing poultice that my body, burning like a candlestick, urgently needed to apply.

I could feel her opening me and trying to find out if I tasted coconut inside.

To my disappointment, Larissa stopped licking me, sat down gracefully, and folded her hands in her lap. I timidly leaned forward. We knew Arthur would be coming later today, but Double L must have overestimated the zeal with which he was helping his hunting expedition outside.

As he looked at us with disdain, he kept removing his gear. Larissa wanted to help him, but he grabbed her hand and sat her on the sofa.

“Therese, sit with her.” I fulfilled his order without delay, slowly getting used to the idea that I had disappointed him for the first time.

He sounded serious when he spoke. "In two-wives households, females should like and of ever be assistance to each other. However, their sexuality exists to produce children and satisfy their husband. Their pleasure is always secondary. If they choose to be sapphic, it is because a man likes it. If they are pleasuring themselves in the absence of their husband, they are disrespectful of him. Be wary of that after the wedding. I´m reporting you for detention tomorrow. I won't just give you shagging tonight, you've already enjoyed yourselves."

He unbuckled his belt. “Turn around my beloved sluts.”

The more I arched my wanna-be-lesbian cheeks, the more they clenched.

Arthur put an arm around Larissa's back. "I can tell it was your doing!"

"Don't I have the right to an attorney? OUCH!!!!"

Arthur carried out uncompromising justice with a belt, in which there was no room for anger but neither compassion with the punished one. The belt rippled across Larissa's behind after a quick flick. The reprimanded woman kept on relieving herself with her "ouches"- equally loud each time. It didn't even look like she wanted to curse her fate. The spanking was more noticeable on the leather-slapped bottom than on the face. The white skin turned pink, and it was even cute compared to the red-blotched consequence of the painful strapping. She had to count the last twenty-five shots, and my muscles stiffened not only in my butt when she and Arthur got to the end.

I wanted to be brave, but I cried senselessly. The wave of excitement caused by Larissa probably allowed me to overcome the pain a little. However, it did not change the fact that this was not an erotic game, and I considered these punishments a thing of the past. I did not know why I should experience them as an adult. Every time the belt came down, I remembered the insults of my parents and the ridicule of my classmates, the violent mischief that girls and boys did to me. My husband-to-be did a good job of me rue my earlier decision. I interspersed the counting part with futile pleas and mumbled the sixteenth, so we started from the beginning. However, the punisher granted me mercy and eased up a bit in the second round.

We asked for his forgiveness. Then we could go back to bed, and Arthur took us individually.

I couldn't believe my libido, but the sight of Larissa's red ass made the fondling even more pleasurable, and when Arthur was inside me, I felt his every movement many times over. The bum had protested before, but now it was grateful for every impulse. Arthur was not sparing with them. So far, things are developing in such a way that I will be the administrator of his apartment. I might sometimes leave a mess in the living room or pepper his fries instead of salt. What will he do with it?

 

[Miras]

6-4-2
Zita remained to treat the received wounds with wet cloths and a bottle of running-out rubber oil. Stacey woke me up once as she was thrown on the bed here like dirty laundry in the middle of the night, and we were left in the dark about what was going on with Barbara since morning. I offered myself meaningless dreams. The baby was sprouting inside her, but I imagined how I would be with her when she gave birth and how we would put her son or daughter to sleep together.

"Do you wish to have children?" I asked Enzo Romano.

"I want nothing more," the Paladin testified. "I have intelligent, cultured, and responsible parents. Forgive my boasting, but I believe I am a carbon copy of my father. Creating the next generation is the fulfillment of human destiny. And it is a joy to be surrounded by a dynasty, helpful to the new additions."

“With the parenting… I have shortcomings. I would have to consult your mother.”

He kissed my forehead. "Chevaliers love damsels in distress."

Did I start to love him?

Did I love him?

Even, if I just wanted to be rescued, would it be so bad?

I was to find out how much his death changed everything after I woke up. If we couldn't find Barbara in the evening, she was for all to see in the morning. In the dining room, all the holoprojectors were showing her face. The whole person sat at the head of the privileged table instead of Cabrera. She didn't get ready for Holy Submission. Someone brought her the secretarial outfit.

"I can't get rid of those dicks" complained a tired Stacey. That's how she reacted to dozens of Heirs, invading our inmate space. More than one breakfasted standing up, and everyone sneered at the wardens. "Go back to your dining room!" was always met with a rude response.

The holoprojectors added a rougher male voice to Barbara's image. "We are where we are needed."

The Heirs took this as a cue to chant. "We are where we are needed! We are where we are needed!! We are where we are needed!!!"

They repeated this many more times and only stopped for the voice to be heard again.

"I, Shawn Cruz, wanted to avenge someone that the leadership of this institution failed to protect. Only then did I want to determine to what extent."

Now the equally invisible Irene spoke. “But then I introduced the hunting party to the opportunism and selfishness of principal Mayson.”

"Mayson mistreated Miss Pignon, and with motives unworthy of a true man, let alone one of the Brotherhood, endangered the life of her child, fathered by the late Enzo Romano, by cruel internment. We have the testimony of the two wardens assigned to her, and it is clear from it that their continued service was not ordered, and they were sent from the principal´s antechamber to their quarters. What is this but another sure sign that this man must be recalled? As you see, we have obtained this broadcast circuit because we have convinced Mrs. Arnolph of the loss of credibility. In the name of Enzo Romano, in the name of his chosen one, in the name of their child. In the name of the security we owe to our families, we demand that the armed women either surrender their weapons or use them for our benefit and that the sensible inmates protect the children with their bodies and those who are not indifferent. We demand responsible leadership!"

"Responsible leadership! Responsible leadership!! Responsible leadership!!!"

The inmates broke into chants, driven undoubtedly by different motivations. Arnolph's voice channeled the revolutionary enthusiasm.

"Our guests are considered the first teachers who refuse to do their duty until they answer to a competent principal. We invite other gynegogues to join them. They can count on a generous contribution from their families. However, to not dull the edge of the discipline, all planned detentions should take place."

Perhaps the history of the institution was going to be written, but neither I nor Larissa was allowed to participate in the massacre of men or the laying down of weapons by women. They took to a previously unvisited courtyard with a durable-looking wall. There was a carriage. I didn't have to ask where the horses were.

The design was already tawdry, with a quartet of titanic erect penises growing out of its front and then two black rods, whose function was not so ornamental.

Malcolm and Georgianna arrived in the courtyard a moment after us.

"Thanks for coming, girls. Sorry, but I have no whip today," he said apologetically. "The ride will be not that all cerebral. You're going to drag us. Not pleasant, but the obedient pair will manage. We, the masters, will play a variant of Simon says. You'll only listen to me as a man. That way the delinquents should hopefully remember who the real authority is."

They put us in nooses, which nearly strangled us, and when we knelt on all fours, we felt the burning sting of those rods. I saw wardens scattering buckets around us, the contents smelling far away.

"If you loiter or make a mistake, you get a shock. Go ahead!"

The pressure around my neck slowed me down, so in the first minute of the ride, a discharge of electricity crackled on my back. It didn´t help my breathing when I plunged my hand into the mixture, the contents of which I forbade myself to think about either. Unlike the elephant example, it worked. After another blow, I yelled hoarsely. I accidentally disobeyed Malcolm's direction to the dry floor. Whenever it pinched the small of my back Double L also suffered, and I'd poke my eyes out for it. But we enjoyed enough of the bruised knees and wrists, not to mention the fear of infection. Once, it happened to me that I obeyed Georgianna and then had to endure several shocks in a row.

We did about seven laps, and Malcolm was satisfied.

"I should also make you not fine with homosexuality," he said.

Before they untied us, they brought stocks of the laying version into the courtyard. They locked our heads and hands in it, and the wood supported us while four wardens took out their batons, watching our restless waists. They didn't settle only with only that for long and kept poking us in until we screamed loud enough for them to take them out and forced us to lick some of them.

"Look, does your cunt hurt more or your ass?"

I don't think Larissa wanted me to answer. She was trying to appear tough in front of those who dragged our stocks into the interior so that we could look at the other two women enjoying detention. They pressed against the boards on the wall, to which their tongues were nailed. Both were lying on the slanted edges, holding on to small handholds while furious Dobermans barked beneath them. I closed my eyes and relieved myself by whimpering.

We didn't wait long for the return of the wardens. They unshackled us and gave us fifteen minutes to move before they brought us Homemaking outfits. Larissa walked in a circle, stretched, and chanted softly to herself. "Arthur already knows me. Soon I will him again 'Lusty Larissa Lewandowska!'

"I don't think "lusty" means what you think it does." It annoyed me the least of all. Why did Romano have to die from all the Paladins? Why are men complaining in public when I would be in danger of losing my tongue and being torn apart by a dog? Why doesn't Double L care about more than fucking now that she got rid of Lolle?

"You have an out-of-this-world boy, and you turn to the vocabulary police? Figure out, once, what our life will be about!"

I risked a beating as I slowly and reluctantly put on my chastity belt and the housewife rags.

 

[Miras]

6-4-3

The women from detention were led back to the dining room, where the Heirs were more or less interviewing their mistresses. Student girls, except for Barbara, we're ensuring that no one was missing anything.

Arthur welcomed us back lecherously, holding his hands like bowls to slap our buns.

"I hope you have learned your lesson, my betrothed. You would do well to say yes to Mr. Cruz and Miss Pignon." He blinked. "Nobody has openly supported Mayson, which means if we give him a wedgie on him in hisoffice, teachers put their knickers and panties away somewhere. All that's left is for the prefect to remove him, and he won't go against the cabbage people."

Larissa already giggled at the mention of the wedgie.

I preempted her answer, whatever it was going to be. "I would like to bunk off the school, Arthur, but that probably wouldn't apply to our lessons together?"

He patted me on my temple with a good-natured look. "I won't give up the sweetest moments of a guy's life. Besides, we're training for our honeymoon."

I got worked up. “I never said I wanted you as a man, Arthur.

He rolled his eyes. "Is there anyone better in your life, tigress? Do you think you'll meet him outside at the auction?"

"I was originally supposed to be the bride of Christ," I reminded him. "I thought he was an authority for you too. Have you ever wondered what it would be like if God didn't exist?"

"I think we can safely say there is a God," Arthur countered. "Without a higher principle, it would only be a void, and there had to be something that imprinted being itself on the void..."

"That's not what I'm talking about, Arthur! If there were no God, there would only be human authorities and that would be a disaster. But because there is a God, we can appeal to him as an authority that never fails."

"What good would it do you here?" he asked fatalistically.

I stepped closer to the crowd.

"Everyone here talks about power!" I addressed them all. "But I follow the higher principle of our Heavenly Father. And something says to me that neither faction is defensible. Not when they both direct us against our consciences! That this authority collapses is the best proof of its flimsy foundations!"

The men fell silent, but the women talked. After many weeks in shackles, the group of female captives began to separate from their jailers. The only differences were the distances that one dared to travel.

"That's right! We follow the better of two principles!" A curvy pretty face stood to my right.

“Pauline,” she introduced herself. "The Neo-Cathar."

I avoided her for the last time, but Kaur found her way to me.

"My religion has always talked about the equality of the sexes, and I have never stopped believing in it!"

I patted her shoulder and took her hand. At the side, my palm collided with Pauline's ready fingers.

Double L leaned against Arthur, but he ignored her and dragged her like a lame filly to position her straight, stout back a millimeter in front of my nose.

"My future wife is a poor orator, as are women in general," he said to his fellows. "However, her views are relevant to our situation. These days we prove that we are good hunters, but if we have not been able to consult with women about their wishes, then perhaps we are not good teachers.”

Of course, many of the men responded with scornful laughter, but Cruz asked him rationally. "What do you think we should do, FitzPatrick?"

Arthur had left his earlier cheerful mood. "I propose, we can say, the opposite of martial law. Until we have a new headmaster, we must consult with our students about their objections and needs. Including those that previously would be on the verge of breaking the law."

"On the verge?" mocked him one sneery man. "These three attacked the basicss and disparaged their given luxury. Cabrera, it was up to you to make her humble, wasn't it?"

I thanked God that Arthur stuck up for us. I had to get more people to talk and not back down from my position.

I introduced Kaur and Pauline so that they were visible. "You can't just beat this out of people. Whoever you treat well will respect you and help you."

The heir in the back raised his hand this time. "Yes, Kyle?" Cruz called on him.

"This depends on each family! I'm in love with Jennifer here. We have big plans, but we will negotiate her wishes as husband and wife."

"It's not just about her wishes, not by a longshot," I said. "The point is that you must not abuse us, and you must recognize that there is a power even above you that obliges you to do so."

Irene got up from the privileged table. "It is not in our power to discuss the wide society. We can negotiate the internal rules with the new principal."

“First of all, we will crucify this Holy Trinity!” said a voice very close to the kitchen.

There was a slight rumble, again from the table of the privileged ones. I focused on Barbara, who slammed her chair on the table and climbed it up.

"You people are talking and insulting each other here. You didn't find anyone in the forest. I don't begrudge you that, but for God's sake, accept objections. Enzo wanted a wife and children. He isn't going to get it anymore, but he knew the man wouldn't get it in exchange for threats. Ban- yourselves-to-threaten us."

Everyone in sight of the dining room watched as she jumped off the table and walked over to me. "Therese has comforted me many times. I would like her to walk beside me. At the head of the procession. I want you to walk in ine with me. We will not wait for the prefect. We will force Mayson to resign."

A call to action from the only girl who could challenge the Heirs turned them into maniacal hooligans. Despite the displeasure of the foremost noisy complainers, the protesters, often armed with batons from the wardens, took to the corridor, and Barbara was at their head. I was on her right, and on my right were two brave women, determined to fight for their faith. People rioted. In the shadows of several Heirs stood the privileged ones but also those who were afraid to think for themselves until recently.

The way up was exhausting, however the sight of progress gave us strength, and whenever we ran into a warden, she lay down on the ground. The foyer of the principal's office could accommodate only a few people. We rushed in as much as possible. Barbara knocked on the door together with Cruz.

"I was hoping you would come!" Arnolph ran out of the opposite door to Mayson's room. She was wearing another of the modern specialized underwear. Her bra consisted of two buckles, probably from a lion or other big cat. She had a cave motif drawn on her cut-out panties.

"Daniel and I independently called the people he reports to. They wanted to see one of you, but he refused. He locked himself there, waiting for a ride to come to his window."

"Did you call them dressed like this?" Cruz lost track of priorities.

"I wanted to convince them! There is no place for female shame in PR!"

"Does anyone here have heavier gear?"

"We do!"

I was surprised that there were wardens among us as active members. When I thought about the couple that every guy in the foyer focused on, it dawned on me that they were bodyguards of Barbara.

They tried to kick the door open, but firearms proved to be the universal solution. We burst in. Mayson, pressed against the window frame, did not open his bloodless lips to speak. He attentively watched the growing spot moving over dark grey clouds, opened the large window, and swung his left leg over the sill. The right calf caught two shots at once. The hysterical scream of the principal drowned out the noise coming from the approaching vehicle alongside the celebratory comments the Heirs rewarded one another. Cruz leaped towards the window and dragged Mayson to the desk.

"For your safety," he said, kicking the bleeding calf.

 

[Miras]

6-4-4
Prefect Green participated in the meeting through a mobile screen, and his mouth curved above the pointed chin just like Mayson's, sitting in the foyer amid men and women laughing as if it was a class reunion.

"Services ruined are never so played up in the records as services provided," he said almost philosophically. "From your Tower, we have a minimum of reports of rape or suicide attempts, but you cannot prevent terrorism. In the words of horseman slang, you may be a stableman, but not a warrior on a stallion."

His fist, which he leaned his face to, appeared. "It's the same with you, Mr. Cruz. Your expedition is unable to catch the perpetrator, but you're a master at detaining rogue officials."

"Each situation has its specifics, fellow prefect," Cruz argued. "Even Napoleon Bonaparte had to retreat to the rabbits once."

"And finally, he surrendered the people," Green said sadly. "I guess we're all good for something. Anyway, fellow Mayson will only lose his position if the perpetrator won´t get caught."

The principal took a breath and thanked him.

"However, you are correct that there are cracks in his leadership style and you embody the spirit of the Brotherhood. So, I now want the principal to consult with the elected representatives of the guests, the Loyalists, and the privileged ones. Conduct and rights of Miss Pignon will be regulated by the female lectors. Is that acceptable to you, fellow Mayson?"

Mayson achieved a beautiful smile of a plastic mannequin. "Leadership is impossible without consultation, and the same applies to adaptation."

"Since the recent controversies rocked your seat, I will send my Mr. Lefebvre, and your favorite Mr. Manabe to you in early January. You, or your successor, can personally convince them of the usefulness of the Princess Towers. Your guests will be expected to act in a similar fashion."

Cruz and his friends grew serious. In this way, men afraid of responsibility will not try to gain new power.

"And something else." Green raised his voice now. "Someone told me that the inmates used this opportunity to advance their interests in a misplaced manner. I will be magnanimous and not intend to investigate anything, but the notional amnesty will not apply to any future manifestations, especially for individuals who have already had problems in the past. I will not ask if it's clear because it's not my problem. I'm done, and I'll only accept the good news. Otherwise, I'll answer with the deployment of the army."

His image didn't go out, the machine moved to Mayson's office, and I didn't know who was there after the raid. About half of the Heirs took it as a celebration. Many guys grabbed the nearest woman and ran away from "decent" society. The smarter ones didn't let Mayson alone, and there weren't many topics they could discuss with him.

I couldn't move from the chair. I didn't want it to look like I was running away from those interested in intimacy with me. I could only stroll, but during a long thought, Agatha took me by the shoulder.

“That warning applied to you.” She announced in an overly important-feeling way.

"That's possible," I replied.

She sat down next to me. "I think our lessons will be just for the show from now on. You can't be made submissive even if it costs you your life." She smiled, but like most smiles here, it lacked kindness.

“Submissiveness is a gift to the right people,” I countered.

"You can say that, but rebellion often makes things worse. You know, Mayson is a good pimp. Have you ever met a pimp?"

I swallowed. "No."

"I had a few of them, and I met some who employed other girls. Pimps are like husbands. In my case, it merged once. Some tend to hurt girls, but mostly we see them as protectors. Whom I feared often were my customers, especially the rich ones. We don't give them money. When you think about it, you just strengthened a lot of customers at the expense of a decent pimp."

"Girls, relinquish your tops," several younger boys sang in unison. "The famous contest begins, and the first discipline is for the most arousing jugs. Even bitches who have been given mere gooseberries by their Creator will not have to worry because then we will decide which lady is defined by her ass, and finally, we will have a long but wonderful judging who's tightest down there. Fellow Mayson is kind enough to open you. "

The guys were competing with each other in ways to scare me. I barely unbuttoned the second button with my calloused fingers while Agatha orbited her front-runners for the gold medal from side to side. She joined the line of women by the wall, leading past the stairs, whose enthusiasm would have matched those of standing in front of a firing squad.

"Fitzpatrick, where's your other fox?"

Arthur flexed his relaxed shoulder, which must have been warmed by Larissa's chest, now absent, when it was to be compared to the others.

"Therese, find her, or I'll have your nipples pierced," he stated boredly.

Double L glared at Arthur as soon as she was in sight like she was a private and he was a drill sergeant. It would be absurd to think that she wouldn't suddenly consider herself his sexy pendant. Maybe she wanted to find out what Mayson's apartment looked like. I looked over there and found several polar bear pelts, but not Larissa. I was left with the least likely option. That's why I knocked on the door of the principal's office. Double L opened for me. It wasn't clear what she was doing there, but she was naked again, and the cover of hairs in the shape of a marijuana leaf was conspicuously shiny.

"Do you have someone there?"

She giggled as cracking as she could so that only I could hear her.

"Everybody saw him!" She pulled me in and slammed the door. “The Metal Lord himself has shown interest in me.” She pointed to the offline communication monitor holder. She hugged him and wrapped her dancer legs around the cold parts. "Governor Robot. Now that Lolle's gone, Green's interested in a new sidekick. I bet he regrets that this thing doesn't have a cock for VR broadcast."

"You better never tell him we're friends," I remarked.

Larissa nimbly spun the machine around. "Too late. Mr. Prefect thought it was interesting when he heard about you and found out I could keep an eye on you."

I bit my tongue. "Why would he want more cooperation? Did you… Did you tell him something you promised Lolle?" Did she ever know anything? She made the whole thing up, and someone else discredited Lolle. Strictly speaking, it was a nuisance to us. Gaining the confidence of Manderville might have helped us in some ways more than the same with a distant Green.

She pointed to her forehead. "I carry carefully sorted volumes in my head. I've been able to train my memory the way people used to do it before the invention of the printing press. Yes, here are facts that will make Greena cum as sure as showing him my cunt."

I shook my head. "People outside are only curious about the latter."

"Tell them I'm still talking to the prefect. Be a friend."

Wanting to spare her the competition, I lied and accepted the judgment. The best breast lady award went to middle-aged Sherry, but maybe that was because Stacey wasn't there with us. The most arousing behind belonged to Claudia Fleischer. Former Attorney General Eve was supposed to be the tightest. She roared accordingly, driving the guys into ecstasy.

"Now that they have won, they should be rewarded with the comfort of their beds!" Barbara suggested timidly.

But why?" Cruz looked amused by the sight of suffocated winners defying their imposed leashes. "When we were born, a woman roared. Why should the sound ever stop? They may not howl like real bitches, but their screams can have practical uses. Let's go outside!"

A small part separated from the crowd. As I later understood, they were heading to the dungeons, and when we got to the courtyard, within sight of the tents of the Heirs, there were already three modern-looking carts ready, with standard standing stocks growing out of their surface. On one of them was a bucket with a cane sticking out of it, and on the other laid wooden contraptions.

The winners got on them and had their heads and hands locked. Claudia and Eve were secured with leather ankle straps.

"I like it when they twitch," the man explained, giving Claudia more freedom, and tentatively swiped the cane a few times as if not sure what a real master stroke was.

I clung to Larissa. Arthur left the crowd, disgusted. Both Larissa and I watched as he blended into the slender trees.

The first place was probably not at stake. One man deployed the Sherry contraptions carefully and at length, but the other did not delay with the cane. The rod sliced through the air with sadistic elegance, but above all, it sliced open the skin all over Claudia's ass, and the poor model screamed and gasped, kicking in front of her and behind her. The cart moved and lunged forward, but not out of sight so quickly that we haven´t seen the next blow creating a bloody gash just below the shaking buttocks, and then the wheels turned, driven by the yelps and pleas.

The tormentor of Sherry first squeezed the woman's breasts into giant wooden clamps with spikes inside but controlled them with an application on the cell phone. Only when the cart with Claudia drove off did he let the spines bite into the pink cushions between the pieces of wood. I saw her trying to be brave, her reddened face holding back the pain, then she whistled and the cart slowly moved. She cried for less than a minute and finally sounded like a wounded animal. I imagined the spikes cutting off her breasts bit by bit, feeling like fainting.

Close behind her was the cart with Eve. The man behind her released an erect member from his pants. Under other circumstances, I would have liked him, but I hated how lewdly he stared at the lower half of Eve's body as he chooses. He finally made her scream by shoving her in the ass. She overtook even Sherry with her speed. I was hoping that the guy would cum every second that he left her private space, but he moved forward and backward slightly. It seemed to suit him how he could press himself to her and methodically delayed the climax.

None of the guys wanted to quit, unlike women, but who would ask their opinion? We didn't have to see anything. it was enough for us to hear how they sometimes protested between the roars. The loudest reprimands and calls for freedom belonged to Claudia, but about six swishy strokes in quick succession were enough, and all she cared about was making her ass burn a little less. The contestants were yelling as much as possible so that the men would not motivate them further. Carts circled us. Eve was the first to stop, no doubt sticky inside with a hot seed and when the other two contestants saw this, they motioned for their women to shut up as well. The Heirs around untied them and laughingly threw them on the dirt between the tents.

 

[Miras]

6-4-Finale
Double L took me by the hand. "You might doubt me, but I don't like watching it either."

I let myself be dragged by her like a body without a soul. We were not alone. Many women separated from Heirs and fell into nature. I breathed deeply, and in a way, I was moved when the branches of the park trees slightly covered the sky.

"Do you think they'll have more fun with us?" I asked her rhetorically. Larissa playfully pinched my arm. “There are more like Arthur among them."

"Even the best of them enjoy their favoritism," I chirped.

„Aren´t you curious about me in the office?“ she asked out of nowhere.

"Why did you want them to know you talked to Green?" After those two sentences, I turned around and looked for witnesses at least fifteen times.

"Many have figured it out. Those who haven't, should know, as it can protect me from anything. Someone else will tell me what they want the prefect to know. I'm building an intelligence network to match my job."

It seemed to me that she should finish something. "What job?"

She kept going on and on but shrugged her shoulders. "AW agent."

"AW?" So far I haven't picked up the clues.

" Agencja Wywiadu - Polish secret service."

I have already stopped and scuttled on completely flat terrain. "An agent, like a secret agent?"

Double L laughed. "Penguin girl, you're weird. I understand that stupid guys don't get it, but I thought if someone acted like me, someone who doesn´t see just a blow-up female, would. Yes, I'm a secret agent. I wanted to be here."

"You're here because someone tipped you off."

"I tipped myself off! See, Princess Towers are full of women sent there because they're supposed to be quiet. They did away with them. My people put us agents to look for them, to debrief them."

Insulted and damning my stupidity, fragments of her words and behavior came back to me, how she deferred to Arthur and how he emphasized to me that I should behave as she does. Some of it was true, some of it was a lie, and a lot of it was probably - calculation?

"You either wanted it known, or you didn't!" I snapped at her. "When you stressed how wonderful it would be when we merged into one family, you knew that the secret was not public! Did you drag me so that you could finally tell me?"

Larissa pushed me and did a little dance like a drunk Mardi Gras cheerleader. "I like to simplify my work. I wished both my dears could hear it."

My feet hit each other, and my side hit the hard ground. A moment ago, I was looking no further than my friend, about whom I knew everything, except the most essential information. Arthur was walking a few meters away from us, and the closer he was to us, the longer his steps were.

"Did you hear what I revealed to Therese?" Larissa asked brightly.

"Heard! Ladies, don't you realize what this means for the three of us? It totally changes our dynamic!" Arthur folded his hands "I imagined myself being a corsair and raising my female captives. Now I find that you may be the truest corsair in the Tower."

I didn't know who my superior was. "Why did you want him to know?"

Larissa blinked and stroked Arthur's cheek. "After a few sexions, I got the picture that this little bird only takes his love life seriously. Otherwise, he'll do what others tell him to do and not get overworked." She smacked her lips as if she complimented him.

"Mrs. Lewandowska, I will not turn you in!" Arthur's eye movements at that moment rather suggested that he would like to know what he was thinking.

"Arthur, of course, you won't. You don't feel like watching the sadistic orgies of your fellows, and you don't feel like betraying the woman you were pushing yourself into." She caressed him and showed him what the penitent's eyes looked like. "You put something of yourself into me, and I got something into you from my nose. It can kill you in a few minutes if I want to. "

Arthur didn't answer. His lips were moving, but the speech didn't form.

"I don't want you to think I used you. I've shown that I can be nice to you. I'll continue to be that way. A favorite trick of our Secret Service is using salami slicing to cut off money from people who are also a little out of favor. There are so many of them that it will cost three times your father's fortune."

"What will you want for it?" Now he sounded like he was defending me in the dining hall.

"I want to know how your hunt is going."

 

[Miras]

Chapter 6, Part 5 (1)
Stacey

Seeing Jenine's ghastly, bloodied, scarred face seemed to confirm that the senator's self-sacrifice was not far-sighted, her sudden escape belied her supposed bravery, and that she was constantly scouting nearby, did not bode well for her freedom from obsessions. Plus, it startled a naked inmate with a collar chained to a wing desk in Shawn's tent.

I had to change my opinion. Deborah put the cell phone to my ear and started the video. Jenine may not have believed in her ability to make it far from here, but at the same time, she learned something that we could use to torment our tormentors.

What else would I be here for but to do her bidding?

It was clear to Deborah that when the Heirs saw her enter the tent, she had to wait for Shawn, but maybe that also meant she was ready for him.

"Good evening ma'am." He greeted her from the darkness outside, and when he stopped, his face was only half-lit by the lamp inside.

“You should know about the traitors in our expedition…” Deborah addressed him familiarly. I could hear the urgency but not the politeness. "Have Foster and Nadella woken up yet?"

Shawn entered the tent and lowered his voice. "Yes, our unconscious most successful searchers. Nadella is awake, but he hasn't the strength to say anything. Foster hasn't regained consciousness yet. Do you suspect them of something?"

"I saw them." Now Deborah blurted it out. "It was Thompson, and I didn't know the guy. Of course, they knocked those two down, but they consulted beforehand, and she gave them the weapons voluntarily. I even heard them describe how far we would search and how we planned to explore the Tower grounds. Thompson... Thompson said she wanted to run toward Fountain Flats.”

Shawn gripped her elbow. "You and McLeaf brought them here after all. Why did we have to treat them like the dead of battle!? Why didn't you file a report then?" I saw that he believed her and was even more desperate to understand.

Deborah whined like the lowest poor thing. "I was ashamed I didn't start chasing them myself. I was afraid of that guy. He had all their weapons."

I possessed a rough idea of what was going on here. Shawn rarely looked at her. Most of the time, he was massaging his neck. "These two were suspicious to me, but mainly because of their selfishness. What would they get out of helping Thompson?"

"Ask Raven Baxter. Nadell took her hunting with him. She always talks only when asked to."

"Thanks for the info. Repeat what you told me to Edward. Maybe we will catch her thanks to you, and you'll be our perfect female role model."

Deborah made a humble bow and hurried out. Unfortunately, she left me alone with Shawn.

His expression was no longer angry. He looked at me with vacuous eyes like he always did when he wanted sex. “It is not just here to hold you in place.“ He threw the chain over my shoulders. "It sets the rhythm beautifully on the whores like you."

He made a loop on the chain and tightened it. I just uttered a mild sound. He gave me one embarrassed look and jerked his hands several times. The long-winded bray I made that would scare children and young lovers in the woods suited the hardening of Shawn. I couldn't get any air, so I tossed my head on the table as my throat spasmed, staring at the tent´s roof with half-closed eyes, resisting the urge to slip out of the bastard or roll onto my stomach. My survival depended on my legs outstretched, and there Shawn wanted to go after my suffocation. Once he orgasmed, he said I deserved to breathe. He took me outside and hung me by my hands on a wooden structure, a disgusting parody of a tree with its branches, where four women already tried to look only at each other, never at the Heirs. The guys called it a hanger, we - the gallows.

Curs running around below us, now you're itching. Little do you know that settled flees carry the plague.

I drowned out the wails of the hanging mistresses with vengeful promises, but even those had to be walled off, because of the loud voices from below. I knew most of them.

“It won't hurt us to expel someone.” That suggested Deborah.

"Bitches shouldn't feel satisfied," Dorothy argued. "Someone can leave because their damn vacation is over. Besides, those two certainly weren't stealing things for Thompson. I suspect another warden."

"You think her guy here had a girlfriend?" asked an unfamiliar male voice, his tone not implying the absurdity of the words themselves.

"Yeah, I believe that frump would need a walkie-talkie for dating, but one of us would rather be fooled by Thompson. If we catch her, the bitches can't know about it either, but she'll help us arrest the cow."

"There are apparent inadequacies in your organization. Mr. Cruz is going to address them."

The crook is not fixing the system. Crook is remodeling it to make it even more gluttonous. In the end, Shawn proved to be a lucky bastard, and the excuse for more demands came from my room. Barbara got pregnant! She outdid Zita Hari by losing her virginity, and I'm guessing she beat the odds with that future child. It didn't mean much to anyone but her on the first day, but she made up for her indifference as Shawn took on even the inmates behind him and showed Mayson that it's not about who sits at the top of the Tower but who can shake its foundation. I haven't seen much of it. He had me interned in a tent and gloated about his successes while he took me doggy style and explained during breaks that now it would be even sillier not to listen to him. He stuffed himself once in my pussy, twice in my ass, and then confidently ordered me the blowjob.

Swallowing made it easier for me to know something he did not. I saw that the inmates allowed themselves to be rude here and there, and the wardens took out their batons as a precaution and kept running to someone who wanted to talk to their Heir immediately. I was a welcome contrast when I asked them for more "training" during the break. Specifically, I improved in getting and passing on contacts.

 

[Miras]

6-5-2
“Damasio, I need our friend Mr. Manabe to give you the number for one deputy.”

"Hey, Jug-truck, what if your deputy is having lunch with the Councilman? What if he has both first ladies in bed? Samantha underneath and Justine jumping on them, disguised as her husband?"

"Friend with friends suits us."

My target was just as quick as Hugo and Hachi.

“I hope this is not a mistake, mysterious stranger.”

"Mr. Stubley, Jenine Thompson is worried. And Prefect Green is after you."

The silence confirmed my belief that moral politicians are not eloquent. Perhaps except for Honest Abe.

"I have the name of the man who took away the encrypted list of Green's agents. I want to ask you about your emigrant colleague..."

He told me that the last time he heard from Timothy Cooper was seven months ago and that even his replacement is viewed by the people of the Conclave as a headless horseman, something they don't fear but are alarmed to see. However, he felt obliged to me, asked several times about Jenine, and promised to try the impossible. As they all do when fate gives them stamina.

At the end of my training, not only the warden who accompanied me here came for me, but also Dorothy. "You're weird, Hamilton," she growled. "You show off how you take care of your body and build a reputation, but looking at one of us, I'd think you'd bite your face off."

"I'm a private eye," I made up an idiotic excuse. “The uniformed cops hated us, and you remind me of them.”

"Thak god there's no Arnolph here," said Dorothy. "She'd start quoting the Tower rules to you, basically the one where you can't act on the life you've led so far. And she'd also talk about your skills, which are useful here. You were the one who alerted us to the data transferred to Preston's body, is that right?"

"Affirmative."

"Manderville acted like a traitor, but you deprived us of a PE co-lector. I'm going to arrange for you to take her place now, whether you like it or not."

Fuck. It might give me an advantage, but it won't relieve me of Shawn.

I bowed sarcastically. “I'm honored to have it forced upon me.”

When assigning the cleaning, they gave us the official list of the rooms of the Heirs where we were supposed to luxuriate and change the sheets, but if we could do something more, no one would blame us, so we were given a few extra pieces of sheets. Paradoxically, that's why I took off my blouse and bra before I began to shy away from the lustful touches. I told each boy: "Don't look at them and grab them!" Then it was enough to arrange for me to work even during groping.

I didn't cover my divine tits even when I went to do my work in the remaining time. Deborah in her room, and Sharona Stonewall, who cleaned up before me, would have liked to cuddle the ornaments on my chest. I have already heard about the student girl redhead that she is Gutiérrez's lover.

"Court-ordered distance," I whispered, not complaining about their admiration as such.

Finally, I'm going to give one of you these." I reached into an underused part of the cleaning cart and pulled out a bundle of unused sanitary napkins. I split it under her nose to notice a stuck piece of paper. When she looked at it, she read: I want to talk to her in person and the investigation needs to be diverted. I wrote the kite ahead during the cooking notes.

“Thank you, but I prefer this brand,” Deborah said, and after a few taps, she showed me her cell phone again.

McLeaf is hiding her. My testimony helped her, but Dorothy pokes at it.

I returned it to her with a new note.

We must supply them with more false testimonies. They trust me more, and more and this will be their undoing.

But the false statements have to serve them somehow, and our interests were against each other.

As I left the room with the girl, I suggested, "Sharona, you sure would like fewer thrashings for your PE results."

...and we would have to be colossally ignorant not to predict that training by Ms. Hamilton will perfect your physique," Ekström spoke to inmates with hockey sticks and interrupted my speech. I decided that in the end, I would have the last word.

"After all, we are fragile beings. Surely you want to explain what movements I used to become an honorable exception."

Ekström curled her lip over my sarcasm but stepped out of my way. Before the match, I invited Sharona to the warehouse of equipment. Her girlfriend also once ran away with a hockey stick.

"Done!" she reported to me in a stiff voice.

"How did you describe the warden?"

"I told her that Thompson had met someone who looked Asian or mixed. She started asking what classes it was in and how often they talked. I told her a lot of details, but I would have to make this up even if it was the truth!"

"Good!" I patted her on the shoulder. "Dorothy wants to be the smart one, we'll let her search. I'll use you at least one more time, she'll need something to touch upon."

Sharona closed her eyes tightly. "Maybe I won't have to put it directly into her hands. She's a fanatic. It is said that today the female of the female Heirs will stand at the head, who will not return from hunting to the Tower today, and the men will do the same, so as not to be ashamed."

It was like that. An exception was announced for Lovemaking today. They were prompted to change the program by whoresons Heirs by skipping sex out of devotion to the holy war.

Lectors summoned inmates in body underwear to an unknown hall. I didn't have to ask to know they were mentally preparing for an academic lecture, but Beck was nowhere to be found. Closer to the step, Arnolph cunt was beckoning us with curled papers, covering her lips with the index finger of her other hand. Her famous eloquence had suffered during the Hunt, and she gave orders without embellishment.

"Tonight, we have selected a machine exercise for you as a replacement program. It is a male body touch test and orgasm control. Bare your crotches."

Women separated the chastity fastener and often made a little naked space around it. They usually covered the small of their backs with loose pieces.

The door opened, and Arnolph led us inside.

As per tradition, they layered the hall with semicircular rows. Instead of benches, they ushered us into cubicles, where rubber imitation of the male body with a cock sticking up laid fixed to the floor. As soon as we walked around the mannequin legs, the artificial crowns vibrated. The main thing that caused fear here was the pole with a handle and the attached paddle with huge square holes, some with a metalwork frame.

"Insert the member and fasten the paddle to the height of your ass," Arnolph ordered. "The system will measure how much you can please a man and prolong his pleasure while you are forbidden to cum. The first three blows are without consequence, but if you take more than that, you will be dealt three times as much at the end of the test."

I spread my legs and instructed my pussy to get wet. Since being ready for sex was the same priority in Shawn's care as knowing when to stick the head in a lion maw, I adapted and denied myself the desire to ride it like on a motorbike. Resisting the possible orgasm, I stroked the chestunder which must have been tons of sensors. The cock hardened even more, and I massaged the shoulders, neck, and arms, then focused mainly on the hips. I tried to see what would happen if I searched for the non-existent warmth between the buttcheeks with one hand. Cock softened, and the paddle moved back menacingly, indicating that my ass can be inflamed dangerously soon. Other girls have already tasted her strictness and cried during intercourse.

I moved my hand to his earlobes and irritated him this time. But then I lost control of myself again. To hold on, I tried to slide up a little. The system probably understood it as my attempt to escape.

WHACK!

“Fucking sweet lord, don't thrash me, you imbecile!"

The Wardens still thought I was running, so they pressed me against the cock, and slapped me. The system misjudged this again and gave me two more, each faster and more painful than the previous one.

Christ, I want my dad to thrash me again. I pressed its cock and humped. It didn't take long before I had a delicious orgasm. Fuck.

A paddle of wood and metal licked me for the fourth time. I pressed myself against the mannequin so I wouldn't move.

“The subject failed the test,” the computer voice said. "Her score is 75 %. Despite the high number of points, she will receive twelve strokes."

Paddle flew to my ass at several times the speed. It massacred my ass more than a gangster with a machine gun could. At the end of Lovemaking, I had a lot to do to get up, feeling humiliated and wanting to castrate someone.

 

[Miras]

6-5-3
In the corridor, one voice lamented, the other comforted it. I slowly approached Sylvia Brunkow, supporting her wife Roberta, who held her stomach, and her eyes were out of sync with outside happenings.

"Brunkow also rejects things that look like men," laughed a tall, bald girl. "That is, the more repulsive Brunkow. Her boyfriend has been bragging about the other one for a long time that he straightens her up. The house divided!"

"Shut up and break up before I send you running until the morning!" I have to use my new powers quickly. I didn't have to help Roberta anymore, but she was looking away, so I asked Sylvia. "Was she sick?"

"A harm from the past," Sylvia responded.

"Brunkow, don't you want to piss someone off?" I pointed it out again in an ambiguous way. She had even more explosive files from Mayson's computer than the ones she had already used, but she was saving them for the rainy day.

"I trade." Roberta straightened up proudly again. "The only commodity I recognize is more guarantees for me with Sylvia. You'd be surprised how much relationships in nature are about fair trade. As happens to be the case with sex. Especially homosexual one. Or hermaphrodite one."

Nicole spoke up behind me. "I'm neither homosexual nor hermaphrodite, Brunkow." She was speaking quietly, deliberately, and like a hungry predator. “I'm engaged to a whacko, and you didn't mind the risk he was taking.”

"So you think a stupid guy listening to a woman because he doesn't know how to help them matters, but it's okay to humiliate me through my wife's suffering?"

"Enough!" I'm starting to enjoy yelling at people. "Nicole, Sylvia, go back to your rooms. Roberta, you've been naughty, so you get a few minutes on the exercise bike."

It's great now that I can go to the gym with people. Of course, I won't be punishing anyone there.

"Roberta, I could buy your information somehow."

She shook her head as if she had never met anyone more stupid. Again, I could use it in my new role.

"The name of my problem matches my Heir's – Martin Ingham. He used to watch us do it with each other. According to him, he slept with his friends´ assigned inmates. But he seems to be desperate these days and lashes out at Sylvia. Mostly when I'm not there, but often in my presence. And even when they are done, he demands another lesbian show. My wife cries at night. Fortunately, no one who would use it against us is living with us anymore."

I thought about it. "Do you think he doesn't have other women anymore? If I arranged for him not to touch Sylvia, would you give me that information?"

"Sure, Hamilton, but with your character, I don't believe you could stand for something like that."

I dismissed her with a new purpose in mind. This isn't about character, it's about adequate means. Sex has to be used just like a gun or a listening device. I had to dance with one drug dealer and then lick his balls to convict him. The corrupt cop and I played Basic Instinct and the Female Executioner so I could access his records. And while we're at it, I lowered the price for one client to find out if what they say about short men is true (It was!).

I waited for Ingham in his room, supposedly to "consult" with him. Just like if I was at home, I left only my bra and panties on his couch and took a pose I partially learned from hookers and also in the Lovemaking bar.

Curiously, his shelves were occupied by carved dolls, many of which had brassieres but no panties, so I imitated that.

Coming home, he was tired, but when he saw me, thoughts of sleep left him. Especially when I closed my eyes and dug my hand into my lap.

"Today I imagined how I would put a rifle in a hybrid of a woman and a deer." He sat down and rested his rifle on the table. "However, you surpass even my imagination. I was told you wanted to 'consult.'" He breathed out. "Do you think I can catch up on something Cruz neglected?"

"Not at all." I couldn't slander Shawn. "I just became a co-lector of PE. I'm interested in the athletic performance of Sylvia Brunkow. She didn't play hockey badly, but she's weary from other classes. How do you think she handles straight sex?"

“She's got the basics, and she can… She can make a guy believe she likes him.”

He was looking at my hand, but I got up, smiled widely, and walked over to him.

"I think she deserves a rest, but you shouldn't be deprived."

Ingham looked triumphant."A twinkle in a female eye means a nimble cunt."

I liked his teeth.

“So you wouldn't disdain my embrace.”

Ingham put his hand on my shoulder and stroked my shoulder blades. "I am a follower of Aristippus. I do not reject pleasure, only addiction to it."

"Then stay away from Stacey Hamilton because she is more addictive than cocaine."

"We got used to changing women and remember only good things. A friend lent me his thief. Wow, she should have made a living as a whore. You are a private detective, so surely you have the same trained muscles. Prove it to me."

I grabbed his hips and pressed myself against his waist. Before I could think about it, I kissed him, and my tongue greeted his. He wasn't lazy either. His hand moved from my shoulder blade to my left breast and squeezed it like a bear scooping honey.

The other hand was pulling me on my back for a long time, going lower and lower.

I had to make him believe I couldn't wait for him to penetrate. I gripped the hem of his pants with my fingers, unbuttoned them, and eagerly pulled them down. A single touch of his briefs was enough for me to capture the moment his gelatinous worm began to turn into a long, hard stick. I helped him to get the fresh air, and my furry girlfriend welcomed him into her depth.

Ingham huffed and pushed as hard as he could. He passionately grabbed my breasts, and I got excited again. I took my tongue out of his mouth and ran it over the sprouting stubble. My lover's knees buckled, and I leaned forward in his direction. I tried to grip his cock tightly and circled my bottom. It is a skill that will buy more than one guy, and it pays off in the moments you are doing it with them. As for Ingham's behind, this one was hairy and warm in the middle.

"You are the last hooker from Soho!" Ingham yelled, turning his head and biting my lips.

"And you're her client," I said in a chattering voice.

Ingham stood up, lifted me whole, and wrapped my legs around his waist. He carefully sat me on the table and increased the pace. He was shaking me. It reminded me of when I once rode a motorcycle on gravel, only it went higher, and I didn't want to turn off the engine but to take the handcuffs and tie myself"You are a hooker, and I would pay you millions!"

I was singing along with my pussy, warm like on a sunny beach.

 

[Naraku]

6-5-3

I was singing along with my pussy, warm like on a sunny beach.

I like that line. Very evocative.

 

[Miras]

I like that line. Very evocative.

Thank you, I hope I wrote more of those.