The Princesses in the Tower, by Miras

[Miras]

8-5-2
I was surrounded by people. On one side Arnolph with a camera and her assistants on the other, a group of four or five classmates, their leader cuddling with something in her arms. I clung to her.

"Do you have something for me?" I asked, prepared that I wouldn't get anything today.

“A smaller gesture,” Erin said. She spread a piece of clothing in front of me. I would have expected a simple sweater, but Erin’s gift shocked me. She handed me a green waistcoat, a long cape trailing from its shoulders, giving any petite girl a regal appearance. I saw an embroidered picture on one of the flaps. I smiled and cooed at Erin before taking a closer look. I saw a fantasy warrior with a not-very-well-done face. She was wearing just such a cloak and had a sword drawn in front of her. But she was pointing the blade at her heart, and on the hilt hung a parchment with a text.

“We signatories have only begun our fight, and we will continue it even if it costs us our lives,” Erin said aloud. "It's not just about the text of the petition; it's also about the fact that thanks to the strength of our spirit, I am showing what has been hidden inside us for a long time." She ran her tongue over her lips. "Do you know why we're handing this to you? We call ourselves the Raiding Shieldmaidens!" She shoved the clothes into my hands. I needed to be sure of Arnolph's support, but she shook her head from a meter away. She waited politely for the girls to move away and said quietly: "No, you won't take it on yourself."

"I'm glad that someone associates the show with me," I defended their interest meekly.

"You are not an actress. You are our model inmate. That is why we enabled you this celebration. You can´t live off our favor and deliberately fall out of it."

"I could let someone impregnate me just like Barbara," I teased Arnolph.

"Your imagination is not helping you, girl," the spokeswoman said. "That only works once. And another Princess Tower even experienced the birth of a baby. Granted, that was because the gal was pregnant when they arrested her, but a single handkerchief was not enough to dry me."

I put my gift on the table. I'll wear it one day.

Montserrat didn't want to get off the pole, and with her typical perseverance, she kept changing songs. One of the other contributions she chose for our amusement was Popular from the Wicked, which she complemented with seductive moves. Sharona smiled and jumped to her girlfriend. She bared herself so we could all see the bra cups covering her nipples and decided to outdo Montserrat in a passionate smile category. Wrapping her arms around her lover's hips, she lifted the loose skirt and began to massage Montserrat's cotton panties on the crotch.

Montserrat’s singing lapsed, she couldn't control her passions, so she began to take longer, and longer pauses between words and danced instead. She grabbed Sharona's hands and spun her around the pole. She may never have worn her chastity belt, but this was her responsibility. The Tower's official policy was that if we didn't wear it and someone raped us, it was our fault.

She moved to Sharona's head and planted a long kiss on her forehead as she pinched the small nipples on the naughty redhead's body between her fingers. Sharona gasped. Many other girls couldn't stand it any longer and decided to participate in the sensuality. Margaret put her belly into use, and Laureline dropped her skirt, dancing above us from the waist down, only in the thing that protected her virtue. Bare legs and a face shining like the sun on the prairie reminded us of her Cherokee blood, and as she wriggled there, I felt something of the old days when her ancestors could fuck under the hot breath of the buffalo.

Arnolph whistled and also threw away what she could. She stood next to Laureline and arched proudly, shaking rhythmically. She was like a cobra following a flute, with flexible legs, an ass that she shot across the room, and breasts that bounced around in her bra. They were what I wanted to have!

It looked like the girls would prefer a guy to come, and even I wished he was here, but no one bothered to show up. Even the principal was busy now and he wouldn't see me until the Coordination Council meeting.

I was dreaming, but I had to open my eyes quickly. If I'd rather have someone here than guys, it would be Jenine. But they couldn't let her out of the dungeon.

Just like they couldn't let Larissa go.

A sense of shame forced me to end it sooner than Arnolph would have liked. I asked her to go with me to one of the dungeon cells that had been out of use since Christmas.

Arnolph opened the window in the door for me. I didn't call out. It was clear that Larissa would come. I stared into the hole until a part of the brave Polish woman's face appeared.

“I told you my name and ID number six hundred and thirty-seven times,” Larissa reminded me.

"And I apologized to you three hundred and seventy-five times," I replied.

"I think I said 'kiss my ass' ten times for every apology you made."

"My plan is working," I said sharply. "Mayson will free you. He’s going to send you and Jenine back to Poland. He's waiting for Green to lose his station. Until then, try to survive. They told me you haven't eaten in three days."

It was starting to haunt me in my sleep. Mayson didn't want to force-feed her yet. That would be another difficulty.

"Why won't Jenine confirm this to me?"

"Because I want her to stay my friend. I couldn't let you tell her that I was the one who betrayed you."

I heard the vibration of Larissa's breathing. It could have been a soft laugh or a sign of reflection. "If we get free, I won't tell her."

I didn't hear even a hint of amity.

"I know you don't like Mayson locking you up and what he's done to you, but he has no actual cruelty in himself. Unlike Green, who we're fighting. Jenine would surely testify to that."

“Green hasn't done anything to me yet.”

I had to make a face.

"You probably don't feel like it here, but I'm protecting you from Green!" I pounded on the door with both hands. "If someone like him took over the Tower, I'd trade places with you!"

I saw Larissa's hair in the window above. "I rather imagined that the Polish president would do it!"

Arnolph tapped me on the shoulder. "Don't you fancy a fruitful lesson in Realpolitik?"

The debates of the Coordination Council resembled school lessons about as much as a tomato fight, and with each new arrival, my fearful conviction grew that we would be stabbing and cutting each other, and it would have nothing to do with sadomasochism.

Agatha and the other two privileged ones publicly presented themselves as signatories After the events of this morning's breakfast, it should have been crystal clear to Mayson that only Manabe could pacify the whole group and that he wanted to make private capital out of it. On the other side sat the representatives of the Heirs, who saw in it an attack on the very essence of the system from which Mayson had already tried to escape once. wo camps between whose hateful gazes Lydia and I were supposed to cower. Except that the one who crouches encourages the predator. That's what I was going to become myself.

I looked at Cruz with a mixture of challenge and contempt. However, his eyes turned straight to the Mayson, and his speech also had no other target than the principal.

"Considering the thoroughness with which the inspectors are distinguished, we may be troubled by one question. Can you guess what it is, Miss Cabrera?"

He turned to Agatha, but she snarled and put her hand on Claudia's shoulder.

Cruz answered himself. "The question is – why aren't they here and don't they know how we solve pressing issues?"

"After all, our Council was established as a response to a crisis, the consequences of which were to be assessed," Randell pointed out. "Shouldn't that have been the paramount interest of the Prefect and Princeps?"

Cruz looked encouraged. "It seems that the primary concern of people like Mr. Manabe is to steal their wards from others. He robbed me of my lover an hour ago."

Stacey is going to fuck Manabe? Indeed, the Japanese are probably grateful for proper tits, and Stacey is for proper political power.

"Mr. Lefebvre has to consult with the Prefect," Mayson explained. "Mr. Olsson has to attend to government matters even remotely. And Mr. Manabe wants us to prepare an entirely separate meeting where we will defend the very point of Princess Towers to him. That was supposed to be the last part of our schedule."

Christ," Cruz cursed, and he made it sound like supreme blasphemy. "That man Is rewriting the rules so he can steal! What else was his breakfast charade about? He is appropriating our cunts!"

"You have a cunt, too?" Agatha asked.

"She was snatched from him, he said so, " Fitzpatrick joked.

Cruz picked up his chair and swung it in front of the principal's desk before sitting down again.

"As it happens, we can't do much more than complain to the currently unavailable councilman Olsson," Mayson remarked.

I had to release the pressure. I asked for the floor. "I think that if the other inspectors don't communicate with us, we have to show Manabe that we're able to pay him the proper tribute," I suggested. "After that, it will be easier to discuss his desired topics with him, and he might be more open to our criticism of his approach."

"He may be interested in women pushing themselves up his ass. And he'll do the same to them," Cruz said.

"Officially, all three of them should be present," FitzPatrick ignored his words. "But this idea might make it easier for us to talk to Manabe. The more public it is, the better."

Mayson tapped his pen on the table. "There was one event in planning. we have already organized one sports celebration in honor of the Heirs, one to welcome Paladins, and the third one we intended for the end of the school year. Nevertheless, an equally solemn occasion has arisen for us."

So far, I have remained meekly silent. It paid off the next day so I did not protest against the drops of hot wax on my body and forced my hands to work as we harvested vegetables from the beds. I was loading carrots onto the cart when a warden approached us and announced, "The current program is being canceled! You will come to the stadium locker room to receive costumes for an instant sports event!" The only thing that surprised me was not the news itself but the speed with which it was organized.

Two groups of sixteen women met in the locker room. I and the people around were unpacking weird monkey costumes with exposed arms and legs. The second group wore white suits with feathers and black spots. "I would have assumed Stacey would be here," I told Nicole as she put her clothes in the locker. Lydia turned to me. "Stacey's lost!" she told me. "Try not to ask. It looks like it's forbidden to talk about it!" I nodded, not knowing what to think now.

Wasn't I a bit glad that Stacey was gone?

"You kicked me and woke me up." Only so sleepy I could think of to blame Stacey. She was perched on the toilet while I writhed on the floor.

"Like I care," Stacey replied. "I think what comes out of my ass is more valuable than you, shit-piece."

I sobbed and grabbed her ankle. "I didn't know what would happen if I didn't please them somehow!"

Stacey shook my hand. "You've forgotten this isn't about the people we left back home. You've risked our future, which is now a little more horrible. Die." I curled up and looked at the wall. It was better to look at the pattern of the tiles than at the unforgiving face.

 

[Miras]

8-5-Finale
I couldn't stay in that memory for long. I didn't want to, and Michelle explained to us the course of today's event.

"From now on, you'll be helping each other as part of the Monkeys or Storks team. You have boat toys scattered in the water and branches of an artificial tree, and you have one hour to get as many of them as possible into a basket with a picture of your animal on the top. The storks will get vitruvians to fly in the air."

Fate bullied me terribly. I often asked my mom and dad if I could learn how to use the vitruvian properly and fly around the house, but they shielded me and pointed out that video games are much safer. And even here, they didn't put me on the team that will employ them. I looked lustfully at the other boat, taking us across the water surface of the filled stadium, where they were transporting the metal hang gliders with a circular support skeleton. According to the division on our boat, Therese, Agatha, and a few other celebrities, including Harris, Mrs. Clarence, her niece Louis, and Cindy will put them on. In addition to Nicole and Lydia, Montserrat, Ruby or Helen also wore a monkey fur coat with me.

In the water, I saw plastic toys crashing into our real boat, but above all, we were all disgusted by a pile of artificial branches of indeterminate shape stacked into an artificial island. Michella called it a tree, but it felt more like a disgrace to the forest, whether in the form of a treetop or a bush.

Anti-construction.

"Stand!" commanded the warden briskly. We were immediately on the lookout, and from the other boat the other guards brought more vitruvians to us. The storks spread their legs wide into the straps on the ring and lightly clamped the levers above their heads.

"My flare will tell you when to start and the gong will end the match. If you want to try to escape or use vitruvian in any provocative way, we'll send you down quickly." She pulled a gun from her waistband, and it wasn't a signal pistol. She waved the barrel in front of several storks' faces. The vitruvians couldn't take them too high or for too long anyway… I looked at the auditorium. Inmates still had to wear jackets, which was to be expected, but I noticed that there were many more uniformed figures of both sexes moving between the rows. I didn't know where Manabe was sitting, but I wanted to let him know that he owed this to me. Maybe it will work out in the end, especially if I am part of the winning team this time...

"They should let it get stuck in the branches," Ruby said lazily. A moment later, a small comet shone above us. We monkeys jumped into the water and between the branches, while the storks flew up.

The water was warm. I couldn't complain about that, but I had a hard time moving around in my soaked, furry costume. When I grasped the small boat with my hand, I immediately took it and headed to the branches. I didn't behave like Helen and two other monkeys who wanted to stay in the water as long and collect as much prey as possible. But I found out that I was getting cramps, and I had trouble reaching even the nearest branch.

"Sometimes, you can find the helping hand directly behind your butt." The voice was Nicole's, and her arms shoved me from behind and lifted me. I clutched one of the long branches and swung into the thicket, turning around to help Nicole, who was much heavier, over. The artificial branch held well, but we still preferred to sit astride. I had collected two boats and Nicole three. A moment must have sufficed to recover from us. Then we climbed higher – in search of more prey. The wind began to blow at us from the propellers of the nearby vitruvians. I looked through the leaves.

"It's not some amazing aviatic art," I told Nicole. "Storks are bumping into each other, and some have a hard time staying afloat." Those who could not see could hear the uncontrollable machines and the bodies of the airwomen driving streams of water in front of them.

With difficulty, we climbed higher and higher, and each of us took one more boat from the branches and left two to our fellow monkeys. I thought I had secured another one when suddenly Agatha flew up to us, laughing, and took it from us. She had mastered her vitruvian.

I reached out with my arms for more branches, and it was a much bigger problem to hold on with my legs and not fall off. It didn't look like the platform was made of hard material, but no one could tell if I would broken my spine or spinal cord.

At the top, I saw two baskets marked with pictures of animals on them. While one might think that the Storks were in the advantage, most of them had trouble handling the controls and took a long time to hit their basket. By this time, they were more successful in throwing the Monkeys back into the water. Nicole and I preferred to sneak through the thickest vegetation.

The worst part for me was not so much the physical exertion as the constant noise that reigned around the whole structure, but later, I also heard unpleasant sounds coming from the auditorium. I understood the curses, the splashing of water, and the whistling of the engines, but I didn't know why some of the spectators sounded so incredulous and why there was suddenly rumbling from somewhere far away.

Of course, it would have made sense to me if I had looked out more, and indeed, that would have given me a better reason to get to the top. I couldn't feel my legs or arms anymore, but it didn't take me long to find the top of the artificial tree from which the two target baskets were suspended. As I awkwardly disposed of my prey, I tried to look around to understand what had happened. It still wasn't clear to me. A few other uniformed men, running around the auditorium, one seemed to be carrying a bazooka. The increasingly loud noise from the sky was made by a helicopter flying towards the stage and descending steadily.

"Nicole, stop picking up and climb to me!" For the most part, the Monkeys and Storks continued to play, but I began to suspect that something was going on that wasn't planned not even by a longshot. Our staring was noticed by Mrs. Clarence. Breathless, the woman wedged her vitruvian between the upper branches. She was also holding the hand of her niece, who looked exhausted. "Louisa has broken one of her engines," Clarence explained. "Do you understand what's happening?"

"We don't even dare to guess," Nicole murmured.

I had the best view of the cockpit. I saw a naked blonde female figure there, and I soon realized that the angry face above the huge breasts was none other than Stacey! Next to her and the pilot were Olsson, Lefebvre, and several figures, either in uniforms or in civilian clothes, I'd never seen before.

I turned to my former roommate and tried to signal. She didn't reply, although she was looking in my direction. The helicopter descended towards us, but suddenly terrifying thunderclap rang out. Probably just a warning because I saw a tall geyser of hot water. The helicopter began to climb rapidly again, but another problem arose. As soon as the vehicle flew high enough, two fighter jets and a second helicopter caught up with it.

"They don't stand a chance," Nicole said.

"A chance for what? Damn, I know who they are, but what are they doing?" asked Clarence.

"I'm going to fly over there and ask them!" Nicole clenched her fists and pressed them together. "Give me your virtuvian!"

"Can you fly it?" Clarence asked carefuly. "I am happy to step out the circle but give it to you and sent you to the war machines-“

"They ‘ve been giving virtuvians mainly to those who ridicule themselves in them," Nicole explained. "I'm a sports star, and I'm not going to win this match, so it does them any good. I want to go to the toilet a bit. Maybe I will shit all over the Tower."

Clarence quickly unbuckled the belts and helped Nicole to take over all the control positions. I was a little jealous of her courage, but when I espied the unfolding mayhem out of the corner of my eye, I was immediately grateful that I had gone from being a player to a mere spectator. That role lasts at least until something falls on me.

 

[Miras]

Chapter 8, Part 6 (1)

Nicole

I should be afraid.

My flight crosses the weapon's range of two fighter planes and two helicopters, all piloted by ignorants. I should be afraid, but I see it all as one more extreme obstacle on the path of life, which is never easy.

The helicopter crew and Stacey have to play for time, and I can spoil the game for them because both sides have to see me, but no one understands who I am or what I'm doing here, just as I don't get who's chasing Olsson. Because of me, someone's hand can release the missiles. I have to be faster than Sunbeam.

The Vitruvian was such every kid’s dream and every parent’s nightmare. My folks bought me one when my dad finally got a new job, but my brother had to keep an eye on me and could call me back with the safety remote. Shrink then sent me on a flight with it one day to remind me of the happiest part of my childhood. It happened, but as a big girl, I did wilder exercises. I was dating Ben, and he had challenged me to soar butt-naked over our abandoned evening college campus. He flew to me in the same state, connected to me, and we rotated like two wheels of the space station.

With every breath I took, I tried to release the pain in my limbs and my whole body as I slammed into the helicopter. It's ok. Reality is either golden or, at worst, light grey.

The people inside stared at me, and Stacey said something to Olsson. I was the biggest problem when they tried to open the door, but I backed up, and Stacey, standing there as God made her, pulled me in. "What are you doing?" I tried to sound curious, not insulting.

"We wanted to get Manabe. Or Zita Shit-Piece," Stacey explained nothing.

"Why her?"

"She knows where Thompson and the Polish woman are," Lefebvre said. "They are alive."

"Who's after you?"

"Green," Stacey said. "That’s Olsson’s son and psychopathic daughter. He kept them prisoners."

"This explanation is slowing us down." I noticed.

"Don't slander psychopaths," Olsson objected.

I looked around. Two pilots. One politician. One pissed off bureaucrat. Stacey, of course. Dorothy, whose absence I saw as a Christmas present. Two dirty ghost faces in tattered, expensive clothes who wouldn't look grown up even at sixty. Eight people, waiting for them to fall to the ground, so fried that even Colonel Sanders couldn't spread his protective chicken wings over them.

"Have they told you their requirements?" I asked.

"The other helicopter is just a civilian one that Mayson tried to escape in once," Stacey explained. "They want all the Olssons to get on it, even if they're not important, except for the oldest. This helicopter is then supposed to land among Green's soldiers. They're slowly pushing out Olsson's army as we speak.“

"Our room for maneuver is still down," Olsson's daughter noted. "We are staying above the stadium stands. If we fall, we will cause a massacre."

"Green may evacuate them soon," Olsson said. "And these women are dead to the world, aren't they?“

"You might be glad we are not dead to ourselves," I objected. "We care about you."

 

[Miras]

8-6-2
In less than a minute, Olsson caught my vitriuvian. Our vehicle turned towards its civilian counterpart, and I, squeezed by the pressure of Olsson's body, flew out again. The fighters ignited their engines, and our helicopter headed diagonally downwards.

As I had expected, no one fired a shot at me, and although we had the jets close behind us, they did not follow us to our target. After a headlong dive, I made sure Olsson took a breath of air and looked behind us. The helicopter was soaking down, and the remaining seven people got wet, too. As we had agreed, they went to the plastic hybrid of a tree and a shrub to get at least half lost in the confusing bushes and the crowd of women in costumes. The calmness and passivity of the former contestants were hard to believe in the face of the escalating chaos in the auditorium, which I approached again in the air. Groups of armed men were beating and shooting at each other, and judging by how many of the inmates lay askew I would say that they were directly affected by the relentless violence.

I hoped Manabe had survived.

"Nicole, girl, are you running away?"

Carl was leaning over the lower edge of the auditorium. I flew down to him.

"I don't know yet. It started too suddenly."

Carl squeezed my upstretched arm. "Don't be silly! You can't do it, they’ll shoot you, and Peter will never be happy again! I couldn't..." He choked. "I couldn't live in a world where you're dead, and Peter can't live anymore because he'll never make love to you again or have children with you!"

"Carl, be a man out of bed sometimes, too!" I growled at him. "I guarantee you I'll survive, but when it comes to men in tuxedos, that's another story! Have you seen where Manabe is?"

"He's in one of the quieter corners..."

"Then get him here quickly!" While Carl was searching, I directed the vitruvian to a tree and found Zita. "Pick some friends. We have to steal the boat!"

Zita was the only one of our young classmates to stay in the boat, which was eventually jumped into by a breathless Manabe and the only survivor of his original three bodyguards. Both men’s clothes were stained with frequent red stains, and it seemed to be little consolation to them that they were not injured themselves.

"This should be an oasis of peace," Manabe whispered. "No one should seriously harm the women or the guests. Green has lost even the slightest bit of civility."

"Tell that to someone who gives a shit and makes a difference," I said. Before I could leave, Carl jumped up to us.

"I made it clear that I wouldn't let you be gone." The boat set off with him, even though I didn't want anyone with me who might hinder me if an escape were possible. But the more numerous our group was, the safer I felt. It really grew. All the former helicopter crew came to us while the world rattled. Almost everyone was jerking at the sounds of surrounding gunfire, and I could smell a stench that strongly suggested that several people had soiled themselves. Olsson sat down in the middle of the line, mostly shaking his head at the sight of the devastation and occasionally checking if we were floating fast enough.

 

[Miras]

8-6-3
We reached the entrance pool, and the next part of the agreed retreat could begin. I finally got rid of my vitruvian, and many of us took off our soaked clothes and put them on the radiator. Including Dorothy, who grabbed the phone on the wall and called Michelle and Arnolph. We thought it was impossible, but twenty, mostly male, wardens showed up.

"So we have our private unit," Olsson said in amazement, turning to the assembly. "You probably think I could go back to my men, but only Lars and Philipa can do that. I want Lewandowska, and I want Thompson. I may not be sure what my fight will look like starting tomorrow, but I know one thing. These two will be useful to me and to our fatherland."

"I’ll lead you," Zita said.

Carl had reservations. "You are only giving them time to catch you."

"We will have more time than our friends when Green's soldiers come to search their cells," Stacey said.

The short distance between the stadium and the Tower has never been so long and more physically demanding for me, thanks to the constant dodging of military vehicles and occasionally men rushing to deal with the other side. The men prepared themselves for battle through order and discipline, but in the end, this did not deter them from unleashing chaos. I didn't mind. Fear was my mentor, and anxiety dissolved in my breath.

Despite the risk, Olsson did as he said and sent his children, along with two pilots, male warden, and Manabe’s bodyguard to the commanders of his forces, wherever they had their headquarters. Our group remained large enough for the Green's men to avoid and for the Olsson's forces to recognize their top dog. It warmed my heart that I finally attended the opening of the cell. The whole building didn't know about it, but for me, it was a hundred times bigger celebration than when the pregnant Pignon left us.

Emaciated Larissa lay on the floor. She didn't react to the arrival of Olsson but turned to our youngest. "The worst thing I could imagine happened," Zita told her sadly. "If you want to live, you must work with one of them. But I think..." She smiled awkwardly. "... that your government won't have a problem with that."

Larissa stood up and shook Olsson's hand. "I would be grateful if you could strike up conversations with us. It would be even easier if you could free Thompson."

"That's what I've set myself as part of my mission, starting tonight and ending with my departure from the political scene," Olsson said amiably. "Since Green has refused to negotiate with me, I must fight him until he is completely destroyed, and that's what I intend to do with Alexander Cao, too. I see no way out of this situation than to seek my declaration as Princeps."

We set out to rescue Jenine, but sirens accompanied us. Since we weren't sure whose side the one who started them was on, we chose the easiest way through the labyrinth of dungeons. That didn't help us much, as we still ran into Ekström with two soldiers.

"Who is it?" Olsson asked.

"Green's bitch," Stacey said. "And an assassin."

"I hope Green has hired someone intelligent enough to know which side is in the majority."

"I can summon a lot more guys," Ekström said. The machine gun in her hands changed its angle unsettlingly. "I'll call Prefect and let you deal with it."

"I don't talk to cockroaches. I stomp on them."

I'm not sure if it was someone one of us or if Ekström pulled the trigger first. Ghostly hail of fire echoed down the corridor. Ekström and her two men immediately screamed on the floor, but one of them managed to get over the shoulders of our defenders.

She, or he, hit the very spot where Lefebvre stood. His limp figure didn't even have time to howl, the black half of his face haunting us in our minds long after we’d fled around the corner, and it would surely ruin the days and nights of the more decent among us. Zita screamed until Stacey slapped her.

"We can't evade the Prefect's forces any longer. We have to retreat," Manabe urged Olsson.

The Councilman shrugged off his words condescendingly. "The more force they use, the more significant our victory will be. Can you guess how demoralizing it will be for Green to learn that he has lost two valuable cards that he never dreamed existed?"

 

[Wragg]

it would surely ruin the days and nights of the more decent among us.

Happily leaving the less decent among us untroubled...

 

[Miras]

8-6-Finale
Manabe ran down the corridor like the rest of us, but the desire to argue didn't leave him. "Why do you ignore what I'm telling you? The danger is imminent!"

Olsson didn't say a word.

If soldiers were gathering in the dungeons, they couldn't be close to Jenine's cell, but the alarm was still ringing. I wondered where the principal was now and what he thought of this.

Olsson didn't let the door open wide.

"You two go first," he whispered to Zita and Larissa. "Introduce her to yn objective situation." The two of them didn't spend much time explaining. Jenine herself, dressed in a dirty chef uniform, ran out, sweet as never before. I've indeed spoken to her about six times if I'm being generous but she always maintained her image from the media image of an uncompromising lady who either hates men or, at best, tolerates them.

"How glad I am that you managed to free them!" she sang as if she were already on her way home after leaving the dungeon. "Will you take over the management of the Tower now?"

"Someone else is going to do that," Olsson replied, less enthusiastically this time. "Unlike Mr. Green, I'll offer you the amnesty."

They intertwined their fingers, but Jenine tried to break the contact early. "We'll go, and then we'll talk about who gets the pardone."

After the first few steps, we heard a suspicious noise. We could have tried to evade our pursuers, but the sounds would not have come from either direction. Our strength and speed lost their meaning when the soldiers reached us. There were fifteen human ones, and their fire and power potential was complemented by seven mechanized chimeras – flexible legs supported cubic bodies carrying monstrous claws, as well as spinning machine guns and flamethrowers with a range far beyond the dungeons and corridors that connected them.

"When we're done here, I'd like to build one," Carl sheepishly said.

"Stop!" shouted one of the troops, a young lad of barely twenty. "We must bring some of you up alive, but not all of you belong to them."

Manabe looked at Olsson, but he got no comment, so he answered himself.

"Your military mission makes no sense. Above all, you must obey the Governing council, not one of the Prefects."

The officer looked at another. "Is this one on the list?"

"No."

The young man quickly pointed his submachine gun at Manabe and pulled the trigger.

The swift shot struck Manabe in the heart, ripping it open and sending the man to the ground.

I still wasn't afraid, but a wasted life made me cry. Carl pulled my arm around him so I could stroke his chest as much as he liked to do with mine.

"You are a disgrace to law and order," he said. "And I don't think I'm on your list either."

Olsson stood in front of Carl. "You’ve made yourself clear. Should we follow you?"

The goblin in charge smiled. I couldn't bear to look at him and anxiously avoided the floor where Manabe lay. I felt like I was falling into a dark, cold well, destined to stay there forever, but hope came back into life when a woman's voice shouted in the distance. "There they are!"

I hoped that "they" were the soldiers, and someone said that because she didn't like them.

The women who attacked the Green's forces from the rear were often vulnerable, in various stages of exposure, just like in our group, but carried weapons from the Heirs stockpile with them – bows, net throwers, riffles, plus some grenades strapped to their waists. I didn't know all of them, but I saw Claudia and Cabrera, Sylvia Brunkow and Adriana Dudek. They were joined by a few Heirs, such as Deborah and Oriona. In all, I saw perhaps twenty-five women. The first thing that came out of their mouths were variations on "Is that Thompson?"

"Are you Shieldmaidens?" Zita asked.

I didn't understand, but Deborah took the floor. "Yes. Arnolph has instructed us to ensure that no guest or inmate is harmed and no one is taken away by the armed forces. It is the will of the Princeps himself."

The Commander made a sound through his mouth that was more like something his anus could handle.

"Nice try, hen, but the Prefect has a hotline for Princeps. He will judge whether the order is authentic or not."

Deborah was adamant. "They can't be taken out of here legally."

The Commander pointed to Jenine. "Neither can she? What's legal about her?"

The soldiers and the Shieldmaidens watched each other, and half the men turned their guns on them. There were still plenty of barrels left for us, whether in the human hands or growing out of the robot bodies.

"Someone's teeth are venomous," Deborah said. She and her comrades-in-arms removed the grenades from their waists. "Your Prefect has ordered too much of the extremely poisonous gas from the Principal. He gave it to us, and it doesn't matter how fast or how many of us die. If you attack, we'll unlock it, and some of us really have it there."

"I guess none," said the Commander. "Do you take me for an idiot?"

"I brought a molecular scan..."

The Commander couldn't laugh in a normal way. This time, he sounded like the skeleton of a long-dead tyrant with hail between his teeth.

"You women keep proving that you're mentally chllenged. You didn't realize that your fate was sealed long ago. So, you seal it even more. We have your video recordings and will pass them on to the Prefect. He will take the time to make your punishments equally painful but still thought out differently for each of you."

"Go away!"

"If you've got some gas in there, you'd better use it."

The soldiers slowly blended into the darkness and dust of the corridor.

The Shieldmaidens, from the first to the last, paid tribute to Thompson, and she accepted it gratefully. Zita and Dorothy looked at it with a kind of irritated awe. Olsson applauded quietly and stepped in front of Deborah. "My thanks are endless. I don't know how I can repay you, but I'll think of something if you can get me out."

"At least you should get to freedom," Deborah said, looking anxiously at Manabe's lifeless body.

We escorted Olsson and the wardens upstairs. We didn't meet any opponents again, and the alarm fell silent. Sounds of hatred from the distant rooms alternated with pauses of utterly unnatural silence.

Then there was a long silence.

It was followed by a speech on the intercom.

"This is your principal speaking," Arnolph announced in a cold voice. "This report is addressed to all members of staff and security, lecturers and inmates. Prefect Green visited us on suspicion of conspiracy and, with the help of his troops, arrested former Principal Mayson. I contacted Princeps Juan Gilbert. He appointed me to the vacant position, saying I would now report directly to him. I welcome all members of the Wyoming Prefecture Office and look forward to working with them."

We walked on, unable to react.

I thought I might as well be the one to speak.

"I don't know if it was meant to reassure us because I took it as an announcement of a contest between two thugs."

"We don't have to worry about that," Zita said. "We're leaving."

Deborah corrected her. "I'm afraid not. I haven't lied to the bastard one bit before. No one is allowed to escape. Those of you who Green can go after now"— she pointed to Stacey, Zita, Dorothy, and Jenine —"you are to go to the Principal's office at once."

"That's insane, I'm her liability!" said Jenine.

Deborah and the armed girls looked at her as apologetically as they had previously with admiration. I got the impression that not all of them knew about the plan, which was logical, as they didn't know about a former politician.

"They've already seen you," Deborah gasped. "Arnolph promises to take Ms. Lewandowska off the records if you return and continue to protect you. Just like us."

We were speechless. Nex tone to say something was Olsson at the exit.

"This is just my temporary retreat. I'll be back with reinforcements."

He, the wardens, and Lewandowska walked out of the building, and we had to accept an unfavorable strategy, too.

The retreat scattered us to a motley set of places. In my case, it was Carl's room. My naked chest heaved under the covers. "Green doesn't shy away from anything. Today, his men killed two dignitaries. Tomorrow, his forces will execute half of us," I whispered.

"He'll lose eventually," Carl assured me and his hand touched my breasts. He wanted to please himself, but he was also calming me down. "He'll be cautious because it's not clear to him what he'll be accused of if he's going to have to answer to others."

It didn't seem credible, but I moved towards him. I had long since shaken off the vitruvian and was lying there, yet I felt as if I were flying between thunderbolts.

 

[Miras]

Chapter 9, Part 1 (1)
Zita

"Don't worry about running away. You are not merely chained. We forged you, and you will die bound to anyone we will tell you to."

Weatherby recognized that two camps had emerged in the Tower, and he had to demonstrate which one could count on his support. Above all, it was supposed to be the more masculine and brutal faction. It began with the symbolic drawing of the Brotherhood's banner across the whiteboard.

The head teacher of mainstream education and Lindsey stood behind the desk, and they were popping their eyes so much that I thought they would fall out of their eye sockets and then bounce around the classroom like rubber balls. Weatherby's couple would climb through all the present miniskirts and up to our crotches.

The two clowns told us that they had educated us in the normal subjects as we needed to be, and for the remaining few months of the school year, we would be concentrating on Androcentrism, of which we would have to pass a mid-term test in a short time.

We also got a new textbook. The Leash and the Belt or The Whip for the Shrews: The Crushing of the Coming Matriarchy by the Vigorous Use of Corporal Punishment. I didn't even have to open the book. I felt the same contempt from it as when we first read here of our subservience. The little episodes after the exchange of the Principals confirmed this a little more. They had always treated us like criminals, but now they had found us guilty of committing the worst offenses. I saw a group of twenty inmates racing around the Tower, and when they had finished, all but the winner were stripped from the waist up, lined up against a wall, and whipped their bucks until blood spurted from their bare backs.

Almost as sadistic as Weatherby during that Androcentrism test. Not only did we chained one leg as always, but he tied one arm to a chair, and our labia pressed the clamp. I kept reminding myself not to fidget at all, or that reddening, tight skin and meat that hurt so much between my legs would remind me of itself. It was difficult for me to form answers. On paper, we had to choose the most fitting comic book story with the interaction of men and women, and we filled in our parts of the dialogue.

Our bodies had no chance to forget the touch of the chains. I didn't care so much about how well I did in the test. I could go out to dinner, resigned that not a day goes by without some changes.

And what changes there were.

I don't even mean how we were now guarded by soldiers with their hungry stares, in addition to the wardens, and we felt like swallowing the keys to our chastity belts. They let holoprojecters in the dining room switch on constantly. They showed Jenine in a cage with her limbs painfully stretched out and chained to the bars, a disgusting reminder that my work had led to something meaningful, but when it comes to my former friends' efforts, they were deader than ever though the word 'dead' should not allow for linguistic comparison.

Even girls who just wanted to scoop up hot chestnuts had to look up at the crystal cube and not wait for the picture to turn into a message from two rival authorities. People like me knew that this July wouldn't be a liberation for them, but we slowly began to realize that September, when most of us were having the worst time of our lives, was the best time we ever had in the Tower.

However, we were helpless in the dispute between these players, and I was relieved when the placeholder image dissolved into an obscure field. I bit my tongue. It turned into Green's head.

"I am pleased to share the comfort of your facility." He spoke in a very relaxed voice but didn't make it clear whom he was talking to. "Still, it is irrational to be forced to stay here. I must use a convenient sanctuary. The man who tried to kill me is now shaping the minds of the rest of the Conclave against me and would not allow me to appear before the Princeps. Since the institution must be enclosed, I have refused all requests for travel from our Lovemaking tutors. We must ensure their safety and integrity until they can't be a target of anyone dangerous. In the meantime, I represent the authority to interrogate and judge the traitors Daniel Mayson and Jenine Thompson once the latter is in my custody. Remember, the law is on my side in this issue because I am the ultimate lawmaker of my Prefecture, while Sophia Arnolph can only act as a proxy by her nature. Have a nice day."

The Prefect's face disappeared, but the imprisoned Jenine turned into Arnolph's head. "I must disagree with Prefect Green's opinion," the principal announced. "Only I was able to uncover some of the Daniel Mayson’s misdeeds. I will keep him his prisoner until the Princeps orders otherwise. Still, I cannot cooperate with him in the further administration of justice until it is clear whether he has committed the crimes some accuse him of. I believe we both do our utmost to maintain impartiality and friendly cooperation. Prefect should also know that, in the opinion of Princeps Juan Gilbert, my motherly role predisposes me perfectly to the position of authority he has endowed me with."

We dared not to utter a sound, but the mute laughter carried through the air. We didn't like either of the speakers, so we could remember everything that seemed stupid about them for a long time. It got complicated when one realized these fools had power and wanted even more.

Some people still haven't spoken to me, so I asked the warden to let me stay in the dining room a little longer and bring Basma to me. As usual, my secretive classmate had uncertainty in her eyes and tried to hide it with her taunts.

"What could an alien girl want from me?" she asked quietly. I stopped the warden, who was already stretching out her hand. I didn't exactly know what she meant, but I stayed impassionate.

"Klaatu barada nikto," I told her, touching her hijab. "To us, you're sometimes something like an alien, too."

"Or maybe Therese, given her pulled faces," Basma added.

"You know what? Let's be aliens together, I suggested, hopefully earning her trust. " What are Stacey and Therese doing?" I asked directly.

Basma looked at me, the fear undeniable in her eyes. "Stacey doesn't know what to think. Green has not sent Arnolph a request for her extradition, unlike for Dorothy. She thinks Green isn't sure how to deal with her now that she's saved his life. I don't know why they are surprised. He didn't ask for you and Nicole either."

"Nicole and I were confused and just wanted to help the councilman," I stated.

"Arnolph has assigned three wardens to guard Stacey personally, and Dorothy is to stay in the director of security's office, not far from Thompson. Arnolph is also having trouble hiding her Shieldmaidens." Basma lowered her head and shook it. "Do you want to know what's wrong with Therese?"

I nodded. I've often wanted to be seven again, and my biggest worry was whether Count Duckula belonged to the Time Lords.

"Therese is fierce when she has someone to support her or, conversely, someone to caress. As soon as no one looks at her, her stomach turns. I think Mrs.S.'ll soon be comforting her, I mean in a way that annoys Mrs. R. And by the way, they both still hate you."

She put a lot of disdain into those words.

"Tell them..." My tongue jammed. "Tell them my love is worthless to them now, but it's free on my part."

I went to the people who at least pretended to love me. Olivia ran around the room and didn't miss a corner but waved. Agatha muttered – blissfully – as she puffed a bubble of cinnamon gum. Ellen was already asleep, and Irene was trying not to see me.

Agatha's bubble burst. "How I hate the rich and powerful," she snorted. "It serves them well that they turn on each other. I bet many Heirs would like to call mommy and daddy."

"Communication is still officially restricted," I said as I undressed for sleep. "But I heard everyone understood that Arnolph would permit them a call."

"She used to be a call girl, do you know that?" Agatha asked.

"More women should be," I tried to please her.

"Yes. Anyway, back when Cruz went berserk, I thought about calling Pignon."

"You mean Romano? It would be useless now. Her family manufactures weapons. They have influence, but they can't and won't take sides. If anything, they would choose Green because Arnolph shelters Jenine."

Agatha sighed. "Zita, she certainly knows how to get angry in front of her husband. To emphasize to him that she doesn't want us to be Green's shields."

"That's irony, Shieldmaiden."

"Would she, or wouldn't she?"

When we first met her, Agatha looked at us like a blooming narcissus holding its petals above the worm-infested ground from which it grew. Lately, I've been feeling hurt soul inside her, and she's been appealing more and more to the common sense of those around her to encourage them to change things. So be it, but we will not achieve that by calling the Barbara.

 

[Miras]

9-1-2
"You all passed, girls," Weatherby told us. "However, as is usual with our subject, Zita got the most points. She was able to come to terms with the new state of affairs."

I had to sit up proudly in my chair. Only after a while did I realize that the teacher hadn't told us the exact number of points. Hen only handed us blank papers.

"You may not have grown up much, but we are becoming pretty puppies who will grow up to be real bitches one day. Now, as a reward for your performance in the test, I'm going to give you the task of writing a hundred and fifty times: "Not even my pussy belongs to me anymore."

We repeated the same reaction for a long time, like the factory girls from early industrialization. We expected that every missing line would mean a strap or a ruler landing on our behind, and I didn't want to ask for that today. At number twenty-five, I knew that I would defy the decree. If my pussy doesn't belong to me, then I'll use the power I wield over the cocks.

Those constantly repeated words began to tickle my lower abdomen. When Weatherby took the sheet from me, I whispered in his ear. "I still have a study question." The teacher leaned over and spoke aggressively.

"Do you mean that my explication is unclear?"

I smiled at him. "I don't mean in this subject, but in Holy Submission." The stout expression changed to one that I didn't comprehend. "Why don't you ask that spineless, honor-less worm Malcolm?"

"You have more authority when you punish me," I sang to him.

"If you trust me, we can try," Weatherby said, nodding mechanically. He came back to me as soon as the others had left.

"Then I'll stop by my room for something, and we'll go to the darkest hole together."

I saw the gleam in his eyes. He didn't have to ask me what I was stopping for. Small, shiny thing that ended up in my shoe, and the warden accompanying me must have guessed what it was. She held back her laughter on the way to the dungeon.

The room full of sadomasochistic tools had enough light for the eyes to get used to it quickly, which I needed with Weatherby. I walked over to the wall, overstuffed with crosses, and rubbed against it like a stray cat. The sight of the instruments and Weatherby's muscles made my crotch steam, and as I walked, I put my legs more and more apart, my hand discreetly wading under my skirt, sliding my panties down. When I felt their fabric on my knees, I bent over at the waist and stuck my ass out at my teacher I opened my chastity belt with the key from my shoe and pulled it down with my panties. I stepped out of them casually, still bent over. I wanted to continue with the skirt, but Weatherby clutched my wayward wrist.

"I think you're suggesting that I do whatever I want with you now," he suggested.

"Sort of," I agreed.

"Bend some more."

I followed his command - reluctantly because he stretched out my right hand and curled it behind my back.

SLAP!!!

He put all his strength into that blow to my ass. Not that I was pleased, but he let me go straight away. Mad with pain, I rubbed the spot that must have been red and swollen. I've experienced a lot here, but this reminded me of our first meeting.

"I don't think my contact with you would have been possible without it," Weatherby said happily, moving his hand. "However, I've had enough of your naughty hinder parts. Could you show me something new?"

"Gradually!" I promised him almost apologetically and immediately regretted how quickly I had turned my sore buttocks. I unbuttoned my top and threw it over the crotch set. I stood there in a black bra and tried to be proud of my unspoiled beauty. In the meantime, I let my hair grow and tried to combine the cuteness of a pet with the charm of a feline predator. I held myself against the wall with my hands up. Contrary to possible expectations, I didn't take off my bra. With self-denial, I pressed my ass and back against the St. Andrew's cross and put my hands through the leather straps at the top.

"Tie me up," I whispered. "Make me defenseless!"

Weatherby provided, pinning me against the wall, torturing my beaten hiney- And kissing me. Not on my face, but on the crease between my breasts, on my belly, and over the line of light hair of my pussy, which was feeling more and more comfortable.

Weatherby began to spread my legs to the remaining straps.

"No," I breathed. "Leave my legs free. You're going to love it!"

I let my body rest from the waist up and worked frantically with my legs. I circled Weatherb's waist with them and let my feet sense his smooth, firm ass. I suspected it was turning him on too, and he confirmed it himself when he began to unbutton his pants and took off everything that protected his growing manhood. I accelerated my leg movements and traced the lines of one fine butt. I couldn't take my eyes off that thick and long dick. I was so proud of myself for causing that erection. My pussy sighed desperately, and I cursed myself for letting my hands be immobilized. Weatherby leaned back behind him and smiled. He pulled a long whip from the shelf that Malcolm had never used on us younger ones.

Weatherby stepped back and grabbed my feet by the ankles. He swung the whip tentatively in the air and aimed the next stroke at my flesh, wrapping it from my calves to my waist.

"AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

That was one of those moments when I surprised myself by the power of my scream. I hated Weatherby so much for a moment, and I encircled him with my feet, burning with unquenchable heat. He didn't notice it at all and came up to me. His lustful cock rested on my thigh, his lips kissed my forehead, and his manly fingers unbuttoned my bra. He cuddled with my tits for a while, with each one separately.

"They won't be usable for a while," he said, swinging his whip. This time, the hellish tongue hit my chest, and I screamed so loudly that I lost my voice.

"Come to me, you masochistic whore," he said, slowly entering me. He was right, I was beside myself thanks with erotic ecstasy, and even his rude back and forth movements and the terrifying twitches in my membrane catapulted me into the vast distances, somewhere on the planet Risa, where I would be the dirtiest slut of Starfleet officers.

Weatherby's breathing quickened, and I finally felt his beard tickle me. However, he did not stop bending. His lips parted mine, and his tongue carefully tasted my mouth.

But he came way before me. It warmed me up there, but I froze all over and couldn't reach the climax. Weatherby understood the situation, slipped out of me, and slowly inserted the handle of the whip into me, which was even more solid than his cock. He was able to twist it amazingly until I finally screamed happily, as I used to when I got an A in maths.

The teacher gave me a wet kiss on the nose, and I sighed blissfully, for the first time as not a virgin, proud of the pain between my legs.

Weatherby put the whip back on the shelf and moved away from me, examining me. "I could leave you here until morning," he said haughtily. "Naked, bleeding, handcuffed. If only the girls would discover you in the morning. But don't worry, I'll explain everything to them."

I laughed. "If you let me go, I'll show you how dexterous my fingers are."

"That won't be of any use to me anymore. I think I'll leave you here for a while." He pulled on his pants again and offered me a wry smile before slamming the door behind him hard.

 

[Miras]

9-2-2
I tugged the straps twice. I knew it was naive, but I wanted to prevent what Weatherby described. I was excited when I could give in to someone. On the other hand, total humiliation disgusted me,, associated with the idea that other girls would laugh at me to boot. My pathetic cry: 'I need assistance,' spread through the dungeon, and I heard no other voice so I could spare my vocal cords. Jesus, I could have spared my brain. Not even pretending to commit suicide would help me. I wouldn't be able to do it.

"I want to see the Principal!"

Nothing.

"I want to see the Prefect!"

I heard a rustle between the iron stocks.

"Make up your mind, you opportunist!" That was Georgianna speaking, but Malcolm followed her, holding a tablet.

"Can you untie me?" I asked them miserably.

"He's nearby." Malcolm showed me the tablet, its screen divided into several shots, apparently from security cameras. Most showed Green's soldiers walking, so Weatherby sitting in a chair with a book was quite surprising. From then on, the system spied on only two teachers there. Lindsey continued to do the propaganda decoration, this time in the teacher's lounge, and Dr. Beck was happily humping the female figure underneath him, presumably Agatha.

"I see you stand firm for your side," I stated.

"While you're ready to change them?" screamed Georgianna reproachfully

"We can't allow Green's men to wreak their anger on me! I'm one of the weaker prisoners. Haven't you seen what they forced me to do?"

"I've enjoyed it," Malcolm said. "But all three of us know that the Principal is protecting you. It's her fall that you have to prevent."

"The Principal hasn't spoken to me in over a week," I objected. "I'm not floating in some subspace where enemies can't target me. Let Arnolph teach me again, then."

Georgianna kicked my cross. "She protects the Tower, but she has to fight men near and far to do it. Now, there are even more of them."

"What are you talking about?"

Georgianna took a tablet from Malcolm and found a list of downloaded videos. She pressed one of the last ones.

The slightest moment of politics today is morbid because you know that blood is leaking right under the first layer of the façade. I was horrified at the sight of the limousine driving through the streets of Washington. Crowds surrounded the slow car, but I could see that men prevailed in them.

Frightened and confused men.

The shot was replaced by a view of the White House, which could no longer be called that, as it was now painted black and gold. If only that were the most significant change.

The cut to the parked limousine did not last long. I saw Cao and Neumann appear before the press.

The moderator informed the audience about two important protectors of their country who willingly returned from a diplomatic mission during a time of crisis.

"Fellow Mayson used to be a good friend of mine," Cao said. "In any case, he has always been eclipsed in importance by statesmen like Timothy Green. I trust the Prefect of Wyoming and hope to meet him soon at the election of the new Sovereign of the FPA."

Georgianna stopped the clip. "You may not see it, but Arnolph is worried. She's protecting you, so don't betray her."

I was angry that people underestimated me. "Some might say I know how to weaken guys."

Malcolm grabbed Georgianna's arm and dragged her away from the junk. I only understood when I heard Weatherby's voice.

"I'm glad you waited for me here," he said mischievously. "Shall we go for a coffee?"

It was getting dark, and coffee would disrupt my sleep, so I only had a caro in his room. Weatherby was staring at me, probably admiring the full woman he helped to make.

"Thankfully, my class bitch always got good grades, so no one can think I'm favoring her." He stroked my cheek and took a sip of his drink. "You're not as passionate as Lindsey, but I've never done it with a girl on the cross. Your tutors in the new course won't have to work so hard to make you a creative lover."

Weatherby shook his head. "You're safer here than anywhere else in the world, you only work on what you need for life, and soon someone will even fuck you willingly. And you talk to me about exhaustion?"

My charisma sometimes came from being honest. There was also the possibility that I would get another beating.

"Yes, there is so safe here that I didn't even have candles on my birthday cake. Besides, we live in a hotel where we serve as whores to real guests."

Weatherby hypnotized me with his gaze. "I think you have a wish fulfilled even without candles. Otherwise, you might prefer the Princess Tower outside of Seoul. They have a lot of holes there, but none is large. Or clean."

I recalled my conversation with Hubert about Iceland. Here was really one of the more considerate places in our new regime.

I gave up. "So it's just a subject I'm not good at first. Just like it used to be -" I paused a little. "French." I stuck out my tongue seductively and twisted it.

Weatherby evaluated me from all sides. "Looking at your ass makes me want to speak Italian."

My naughty hinder parts are back in style.

"What an idea! We could do it without pills!"

Weatherby grinned venomously. "Thanks for reminding me of the missing element." He disappeared into the bathroom.

I wanted to insure myself. "I guess we both want to be friends with benefits. Let us explain to the Prefect that you're fucking a girl who inspired Shieldmaidens and was in league with Mayson. The show has been canceled, but suspicions remain."

I was betting that Malcolm and Georgianna only had a picture at their disposal, and I could make excuses that it was the teacher's idea.

We gradually enjoyed all those techniques. My tongue has experienced France, my anal has welcomed an Italian guide. All sore, I left the walls of the Tower in Weatherby's presence. The teacher led me to a long motorhome. A monster flashing lights from its square eyes. "Prefect shuttles a lot," Weatherby explained. "Sometimes with us, sometimes in his accommodation, sometimes just in the field. He will gladly listen to his faithful, no matter what shelter he has chosen."

No one overdid it with the willingness. The soldier searched us for weapons for a long time, maybe to enjoy the sight of me without a bra and to be able to tickle me in places where every woman remembers being touched years later. We were ushered into the room with Green nestled by careful guards, but when he looked at us, he bit his lip, and we knew he wanted to know a good reason for disturbing him just after sunset.

I offered myself and told him why I wanted clean reputation.

The Prefect smirked wickedly and squeezed my thigh far beyond my comfort level.

"This probably wasn't your idea, but you don't have to live in fear of my revenge. Arnolph interrupted the provocative show and I decided to make an exemplary punishment of another responsible person. Come with me."

He opened the back of the car and invited us into a furnished corner, from which we could hear muffled wailing and wheezing. I prayed that no one I knew was suffering here, but the rational portion of my mind scoffed at the idea because it couldn't be.

Alice stood there, her hands bound with rope, her neck and legs reddened, not a single piece of clothing covering her below the neck. Her mouth gagged, her eyes covered by the scarf, her ears plugged. She tried to stand on the tips of her spread legs as a long needle pointed at her genitals from below, a pedestal moving it rhythmically upwards, closer to her flesh.

"Eventually, it's going to poke, and it's going deep," Green said dreamily. "Mrs. Kane took care of the technical background of the program. In addition, Mr. Graham informed me that she had shamelessly programmed an adventure game she passed off as decent porn, but the content was actually subversive."

Damn, Hubert betrayed our trust – thanks to me, who introduced him to the game!

"Fellow Prefect, I think I should be the one to be punished instead of that woman if our cooperation is to continue. I played in that show."

Green wasn't agreeing. "It won't do me much good to punish wannabe actresses. I want to remove those with ambitions of independence, and eventually, it will affect Arnolph herself. I plan a trial for Thompson, for that bitch, and for that retarded warden. It will be swift and fair, for only the justified sentence will follow.“

He stretched his gaze to my guilty conscience. "But if you want to become our servant, you can offer us a little penance. Tell me. Do you like canings?"

"No." My ass tightened a little with fear.

"That's actually good!" He went back to his room and returned with two objects in his hand – a small wooden statue of a horse and a long thin cane with a red holder. He placed the horse on the far side of the table. "Bend over and kiss the tail!"

 

[Miras]

9-2-3
I was scared of what awaited me, but I obeyed. While my lips tasted the wood, the Prefect's hands pulled up my skirt and, worse, tore my panties in half. Jesus, before I came here, the only times anyone ever brought pain to my ass was twice when I had to set it to Mom to see for myself how hard her palm could be.

I felt a rod running across the skin on my ass.

"Do you swear that you're ashamed of anything you've done in the past against the leadership?"

"I do."

The rod ran briskly over the droplets of sweat on the small of my back and stroked the tops of the arched, seductive behind. Green tapped me with the end of the stick in a way I knew he would like to use his fingers on me.

SWISH!! SWISH!!!

Twice, he slashed me, the first time very high, the second time just below the first blow, and I could feel my red affected skin merging into long stripes, stretching from one side to the other. I forced myself to make my scream sound like a sexy and silly "Owie, owieee" and even to make my squirming work slutty. When Green scooped my cheeks with a cane, I froze and took a deep breath.

"You swear to obey us, not Arnolph?"

"Yes!"

He hit me three times in a row. He put a little more force into each stroke, but he also changed the angle each time, so it was definitely fun for him. I wanted to get up and run more and more but was afraid of the hilarious scene that would surely follow, with me running around the grounds and Green would run after me, still chastising me with a stick and eventually catching me anyway.

I heard Weatherby's voice. "This one is clearly a masochist. Might be worth checking out."

My butt burned unbearably, but instinctively I opened my thighs to give Green more room to fiddle with the end of the rod. The pain was now joined by a tickling sensation on my pussy, which was starting to drive me crazy, and I didn't know what I wanted less of and what more. The very end of the cane penetrated easily into my body, and I breathed loudly.

"Absolutely wet," Green said. "Let 's see what the next stroke does to her!"

SWISH!

I groaned like a werewolf trying to howl and sing simultaneously.

"A little better, maybe she cums!"

Green would stimulate me for a while and then give me a burning stroke and evaluate the result. After the eleventh stroke, I couldn't stand it anymore. I got up, rubbing my ass and pussy in front. Green grabbed my hands and stuck his finger in me. Only then did I experience an incredible orgasm.

The excitement of the gentlemen was on the rise, and I gave them a long naked dance. If I slowed down in the pace, my ass got a cane sting. I did it twice on purpose. I was dancing on my knees as I rotated two hard cocks in my mouth and swallowed thick loads of their seed. Alice started screaming violently towards the end, so the needle must have pierced the skin around her clit. I have to say that I was more worried about the idea of the court as Green imagined it. The law in front of which people are not equal is no law at all.

The men who advocated such a law put me in charge of the mission. I didn't want to fulfill it, but it could have benefited several people, and I could associate myself with all of them.

It may have been a bit over-combined, but Weatherby ordered me to go to the infirmary right after my morning workout, where they gave me a menstrual certificate without an examination. The nurse called the teachers and told them that I was in such a bad condition that I was excluded from all classes today. I didn't lie down but was taken to one of the interrogation rooms, where I sat across from Mayson. He certainly didn't look healthy, but apart from the bruises I suspected under the handcuffs, there were no visible scratches on him, which didn't mean he was unharmed. His jelly-like skin trembled, and his eyes did not look forward but circled out of focus. The gaze of a coward who persistently searched for courage within himself but in vain.

He didn't exactly greet me. "Who is sending you?"

"Who else but..."

"Rhetorical question," Mayson interrupted me. "We all know whose prisoner I am, so I know who you represent. Green may think that a young and familiar face will disguise a whore. Or you are supposed to demonstrate to me that the Prefect has tamed one of my animals."

This role required confused eye movements, so I imitated them. "He made it possible for me on behalf of Arnolph, who knows what you have to do to eventually set you free, and the Princeps can give her the full title of Military Governor, administrating your Tower."

"I was military governor?" Mayson gasped. "I thought I am no more than simply Principal."

I giggled for a long time and one of the two wardens in the room sniffed. "Indeed, we've only seen soldiers here in the last few days," I agreed. "Princeps is thinking about splitting the title – No matter. Arnolph knows you won't be released unless you confess to something, so she thinks it's best to use someone else's orders as an excuse." I lowered my voice dramatically. "And someone has returned from Europe. When I say someone, I mean Alexander Cao," I said that name with an authentic contempt. "He has some value as Green's ally, but with his head, he can buy even more friends."

Mayson disagreed. "Olsson would never believe that," he objected.

"Green intends to deal with Olsson later. He must be able to come up with an alternative that will change the political scene in his favor."

Mayson calmed down for a moment but kept changing the direction of his gaze and shudder whenever he looked at me. "If Sophia had come up with this, she would have come on her own."

"No!" I cried desperately. "You don't know what's going on here. Every teacher has to be either with her or with Green. One camp is spying on the other. Arnolph is reluctant to leave her office, fearing that Green might order her to be captured. She doesn't even call you because she knows it could be a montage. She still loves you." I tried to play with his feelings. "Sophia wants things to work out for you as a couple. If you make this statement voluntarily, they will put you under house arrest, maybe give you a new position after a few months."

Mayson clasped his hands. Looking at him, it seemed something had broken in the deposed Principal. He probably didn't think Green would come up with something so desperate, which only underestimated the Prefect's sense of illusion.

"How much time do I have?"

Now, I could test my rhetorical skills. "At the moment, the situation is changing by the hour. I can't give you a date if we don't know what it depends on."

Mayson couldn't stand the pressure and put together a brief text with me, which he signed. I entrusted him back to Green's people, convinced they were happy to make a video with him, where he would recite an interesting version without losing blood. My further contribution to Green and the general peace in the Tower depended on the new leadership joining the old one.

At lunch, I found out how wrong our teachers are. They say they bring us to our senses, but many of my classmates have gone mad.

"Arnolph must retain her power," Margaret said. "It's amazing that we now have a female Principal. It's an incredible major shift!"

"Simple words can't describe it," Louisa agreed. "Inside every woman lies a heroine. It's only a matter of time before she manifests."

This time, I couldn't even nod my head. They were both forgetting that Arnolph was a dumb Jezebel who made a living by combining Brotherhood slogans and must have Mayson between her legs at least three times a day.

"Yours would never have manifested if it wasn't for our show, Louisa," I couldn't help but be a little snide.

"The heroine exists if the woman is brave," Louisa explained. "But there's no kind of bravery in you, Zita. If there were, you'd help me and my aunt to hear from Barbara again."

"You'll hear from her when it is convenient," I said. I couldn't argue with anyone, so I chewed for a long time, trying to figure out how exactly I should ask the Principal. She granted my request for an audience, but we were supposed to talk in the context of today's meeting, and I had no idea who was supposed to be there. My afternoon surprise was that in addition to Josh, the secretary, FitzPatrick stood by the side of Arnolph, too. All three looked down on a crowd of fourteen other Heirs, members of the Coordination Council, and many others, female and male.

"You can go, Josh. You can sit down, Woodroof."

 

[Miras]

9-2-4
I glanced at the posterior of the receding secretary with relish and walked through the rows of the Heirs to the empty chair. Stares of their incredulous eyes crossed my path like laser beams. "We have met today to discuss an urgent matter. The issue of your personal freedom of movement and other rights," Arnolph said.

"I don't want to listen to anything about rights or drag lawyers into it!" shouted a fat man with a Texan accent. "I want to call home, and I want to get back to my parents!"

The state has been doing this to women and children for a long time. If you don't stop the evil, it will find new targets.

"I used to think I'd never want to leave here," said the burly black man Stacey occasionally fucked. "But I had no idea somebody could take that opportunity away from us."

"That's why I brought you here today," said FitzPatrick. "Only Principal Arnolph will see to no one permanently overrides the agreements that the Office of Internal Affairs has made with you."

"We can't fool around," Arnolph noted. "First we must unite against Green."

One female Heir – Deborah – stood up.

"I'm special here." She sighed. "Some of you already know that about me and hate me for it. Green made me his accomplice by sending out key information through my mouth and assigning me Raven. She isn't his leverage now, but Gren's men were very specific that if I wanted to keep her, I'd tell him everything, whether it concerned you or Arnolph. In other words, I won't lie to you, I'm your liability." She put her hands on her hips. "I am yours and Raven is mine. If anyone has to run fast, it's us."

A male Heir grinned cheekily. "I should have thought that you wouldn't understand anything. The strength of the Greens lies in the fact that they keep us here. If it were possible for anyone to escape, it would collapse as a whole."

FitzPatrick looked pleadingly at Arnolph, and when she said nothing, he hurried to answer. "We are noble protectors and must respond when a lady is in a tight spot. We will help Ms. Sledge and thus prove that we will always defend you all."

Arnolph clapped her hands briefly. "And you will see that any help we give you will follow the just laws of the Princeps. " She picked up a sheet of paper with text on it from the table. "First, we will begin the process by all of you praising my leadership. Secondly, you will give me messages for your parents and I'll deliver them through the Oval Office."

Deborah laughed bitterly. "Contact with my dad will be of no use to you. He used me as an accessory either for himself or his friends. You have to think of something special for me and Raven."

"I'll ask the Wikipedia who and how constructed the first lesbian underground railroad," retorted the cheeky Heir again.

A fiendish idea possessed me. "The Prefect could help us more than we suspect," I suggested. In front of them, I sketched out the plan of the document, under which Mayson's signature was already located. But I left that out. I described it as my idea. The flushed face of Arnolph and the evident reproach offended me all the more.

She dismissed my scheme out of hand. "Trades with Green are over. If we start compromising now, he'll think we're dependent on him!"

"Let him think so! That will make him all the more vulnerable later on!" I didn't want to lose my opportunity.

"I'm not against it," said one Heir. "The moment I ask for their release, Green will understand that they work with us and are useless to him. We must be generous!"

"Don't talk about me like I'm someone's bargaining chip," Deborah protested. "Remember, according to our modern legislation, we both need a man to take care of us, at least officially. And I don't intend to respect that system ever again." She looked at Heirs with disgust. "My father tried to beat the lesbian out of me, but I wouldn't let him. He robbed me of the marriage with Kate and robbed her of her freedom. He sent me here because he thought I wouldn't be useful anywhere else, and I found someone here who reawakened the desire to live in me. No one must know when we left or where we went."

There was silence. Arnolph clutched her head as if she had a migraine. "Do you realize what you are asking of me? You want to emigrate. That could damage my position irreparably."

I stepped in. "Green would provide us with that too. He can't be above the law all the time, but sometimes stretches there."

"I'm not going to let him take advantage of us," Arnolph protested again. "If we admit that something was partly our fault, he can interpret the confession that he will later sacrifice us completely."

If only she knew that her love had already succumbed.

"At this moment we have to hold on to bonds even stronger than the Brotherhood has ever been able to," said Arnolph to Heirs. "You must give me signatures that will convince your parents."

It would be nice to talk about today's meeting with the Principal's foes, and after the impolite refusal, I didn't feel obliged to keep too much secret.

At the end of the next class, I asked Weatherby to tell the Prefect I would like to dine with him. In the room, Agatha was surprised when I borrowed her lipstick, gave my lips a passionate red color, and ordered a green glittering evening gown with properly cut places through the wardens. I was like a snake dancing while shedding my skin.

Maybe it was kitsch, but now that I've gained "experience", I've found out that I like sex and I wanted to try someone new. Someone who will repay me for fucking.

I didn't take a chastity belt. I didn't even wear any underwear.

Green took me by the hand in the motorhome and escorted me to the table, where a huge bowl with gazpacho sat. I didn't know what he thought of me, although he gave me a hint by chaining my leg just like if I were in the classroom. This soup was cold but Prefect's words were even more so.

"You are a true princess. Young, beautiful despite the smaller tits, you know how to behave, including how to accept your punishment and you try, but you leave your job half done."

I dropped my eyes and ate my soup, spoon by spoon. "Mayson is in your clutches and I'm a fragile girl. I can't handle someone as unpredictable as Arnolph."

Green snorted. "It's convenient that you call yourself weak. I consider you strong, intelligent, and predetermined. Shut your mouth, Miss Woodroof, those are dangerous qualities in a woman. You handled Mayson skillfully, but you made a mistake in the case of Arnolph. I didn't saw the discussion, but Arnolph was surrounded by people from whom she could draw strength and in front of whom she could afford to look weak. You've weakened your position instead of hers, haven't you?"

We finished our gazpacho and the soldier brought us shrimps. "You must realize what you have done wrong. You came to beg."

Now I have abandoned all my innocence. "I came to make friends." I rubbed his knee under the table and flinched before he touched me himself. I got up from the table and guided his hand into my fluff. I exaggerated how it tickled me, but he wasn't against it.

"I can have seven like you in a week," he told me. "But I expect that when one of them offers herself to me, she will know her art of love!"

I drew back defiantly as he unlocked my chain, and thrust my fingers into my lap. I was deepening a tunnel that Weatherby had dug. I closed my eyes to look more seductive and let the waves of my pleasure sway me, to enkindle flames in my loins.

After about a minute, Green pulled my hand out and started licking it with his fingers. I still didn't open my eyes, but for another reason.

"If you want to be my mistress, you need to know that you will no longer have privacy. I'll set up cameras to follow you, one step before the mark is burned. Of course, the benefits will make up for it."

"I wouldn't think of hiding anything from you." Green was not a looker, but his position was enough of an aphrodisiac.

"Look at me!"

He didn't order me to look at his face. His pants were already below his waist and his cock was getting bigger. I licked you from the glans to the root above the balls and back.

"That's not a hole that was made for it," Green protested. He sat down on a chair and pulled me in.

"Serve me, steward!"

I let his cock go into my pussy, but that didn't mean I wanted him to conquer me all right away. His hands sometimes slapped me on my ass with burning marks from the cane, but they wanted to go higher. I held on to my dress and slowly hiked it towards my chest. My nipples and areolas became much more sensitive, the mere touch of the dress drove me mad. I only had one hand to hold on to the gown, with the other I held on to Green's shoulder with the other and looked into the Prefect's face. My expression offered him a stupid girl and a whore with no restraints. I pursed my lips, but he beat me to it and kissed me on the lips. I closed my eyes again and almost lost my balance. My lover's hands went under my clothes and played with my breasts. Suddenly they seemed to me that they were much bigger and I was rocking not only at the waist, Green's cock sliding in my cunt and beyond, the world was rocking beneath me and the power of the orgasm was as much binding as it was realising.

"I can have seven like you in a week," Green repeated. "But I'd take you to my bunker for the whole weekend, my clever lamb."

I got off him, breathed loudly to show how tired I was, and sprawled on the floor, as cats sometimes do, presenting my frontal side.

"I'll eat the shrimps myself, goldie. Next time I'll call you at my will."

There was a lot I could tell him, but I'll probably do that through Weatherby.

"You've got a week to convince Arnolph," he told me, admiring my figure dressing up, not hiding his sadness.

My fatigue was only partially faked. I needed a bed for its basic function. I was only dimly aware of the wardens taking me from the soldiers. If I thought of anything, it was sweet memories of sex and possible danger if I didn't meet Green's deadline.

 

[Miras]

9-1-Finale
In the room, I longed to meet all four whoremates so that I could still see them as a team, but I didn't hear a single voice in our room and I didn't hear a single footstep or snore. I approached my bed and carefully began to undress, when an impassive shadow fell on me, forming into Dorothy. She struck me on the small of my back with her baton, but she put something cold, metallic, and probably toothed around my neck.

"I hope you can convince me why I should leave your head."

Arnolph's voice came from the watch on Dorothy's wrist.

"I don't know why you're punishing me! That pervert invited me to his place and I was afraid of him!"

"I know what you said to your teacher, and I know what you said to Green. A traitor deserves neither leniency nor mercy. She can only redeem herself by being truthful."

I've always trained my brain and now, awakened from fatigue, it suggested something to me. "You can achieve what you want and your enemies will think that they are defeating you. Can you make it seem your transmission is commenced by the Prefect's office?"

I hoped that the moment of silence was hopeful.

"Daniel worked for Green, so he copied many of his codes. What is your plan, girl? Green wants to follow you every step of the way!"

I told her what I thought of.

"Okay. Your head will receive its blood for a few more days. Of course, if you like to fuck so much – I want to feel how long your insolent tongue is."

Dorothy had heard some commands that I didn't understand. Although she had removed the saw away from my neck, she immediately grabbed me by my gown and dragged me to the elevator. I didn't dare to guess what would be required of me. Warden took me to the Principal's office, where she forcibly stripped me and slammed me on the floor. There was only a small lamp on the table in the room, but I could see the Principal, naked from the waist down.

"You're going to fuck the winner, hussy!"

I raised my head, resting the pelvis on the floor. Arnolph pushed her labia to my lips. She had a shaved pussy, which was better for my tongue when it swiped over it.

Arnolph slapped me. "Taste it like candy!"

I pretended to be passionate. My tongue had already begun to distinguish between the two lips. I affectionately stroked both sides of her slit, even browsed in the middle.

"Aaaaaah!" Arnolph was speechless. I knew what she would like and I kept sucking on the clit for her. She was out of breath and didn't moan again, but judging by the clenching of her thighs and the vibration in her buttocks, I was able to accomplish the assigned task.

She pressed her hands against the top of my head. She was making a little sex toy out of me, but I managed to tease her myself. When I caused the maximum pleasure at some point and she might have cum, I flinched a little and started again. Do you think you make the rules? Keep dreaming!

Fucking often proceeds differently, but the endings are in many ways more similar. Muscle relaxation, mutual screaming, and falling. Her bare pussy landed on my neck, and I preferred to think that I might have achieved something that a satisfied Mayson had only imagined.

Green would have caught my conversation, but there was another girl that Barbara would love to hear. Louise was sitting in an interrogation room provided by Dorothy. I had secured her vision with a tiny device in our eyes, and a tiny device in Louise's ear guaranteed that our little neurotic would repeat my words.

The screen flickered. I recognized the logo of the Prefect's office and grinned. It couldn't compare to my mom's image, but I could still feel a bitter proof of sadness in my eye under the portable device when I saw Barbara. She was dressed in white like a real bride and it was transparent, nipples that she would soon use to feed her child shining behind it.

"Louisa," Barbara gasped. "Where is your aunt? Why are you working with Green?"

"Barbara, we're fine, but it won't take long. Montserrat convinced me. Zita says it was her best idea since she invented the Shieldmaidens."

I was proud of this hint of mine, and the squinting Barbara seemed to understand it. The best thing for us was that her new family would hear it anyway. I went on with my speech, which Louisa repeated masterfully and authentically. "Mayson was evil, but Arnolph is worse!“

"What do you need?" asked Barbara, unmoved.

"Green says he wants to discredit Arnolph by allowing his two agents to escape. Unfortunately, he can no longer call for more undetectable military equipment himself. He needs Romanos' resources. And he needs a pilot to fly them wherever they want. Zita says that maybe more people will leave."

You can bet on it. Maybe the loving couple of the Principals will also fly away. Not to mention Jenine.

 

[Miras]

Chapter 9, Part 2 (1)

Agatha

Let's say I found myself in a situation not unfamiliar to me. I was sitting in a chair, my tits breathing freely under my shirt, my hands cuffed behind the backrest, and my legs spread tied to two other chairs, my Mexican pussy opening before the eyes of men who were hardly human anymore. I had not seen them because I was blindfolded, but I knew of something distinguishing today from my usual experience. These guys had guns and knives, and I didn't know what they were going to put into my pussy first.

Should I explain to you why I was in danger, how many of these guys there were, and how likely this was the end of the sexiest girl around? In our Princess Tower, passion draws its strength from power on the one hand and the feeling of unbearable abuse on the other.

For that reason, the Shieldmaidens resisted, and since our prospects were changing as quickly as a chameleon's skin, they occasionally patted each other on the back and whispered that they wanted to meet so that someone could scratch them there. Montie and Claudia invited me into one of the sports equipment cabinets. There were seven of us in swimsuits, so we've got a lucky number.

"What happened to you?" I asked. Claudia supported Montie, but her roommates Ruby and Nicole stabilized her shoulders. Adriana and Roxanne, the ex-militaries, circled cautiously around them.

"Prefect arrested Alice," Caludia said.

"Th-they're going after those who created the show," Montie stammered. "I'm next, I'm next, I'M NEXT!

"Yeah," I nodded in agreement. "Zita told me she saw our friend in an undesirable place. Green is tearing her cunt with a needle."

"You're not in a brothel," Nicole shouted.

"Sorry, retard," I apologized sincerely. "I would save her if I could, but we already have protection. Sophia is the Principal and a cunning one. She-"

"How could she protect us if she couldn't protect Alice?!" Ruby shouted.

I was annoyed. My dream had come true. My best friend is a top bitch, and I stand behind her throne.

"That happened a few days after the change of guards. Sophia would not allow another arrest."

" She allowed the dishonor of the Shieldmaidens," Claudia said. "Montserrat, I don't think you need to worry. It doesn't mean Green won't try to torture another of our army." She made a few steps away from Montie and towards me. "When they rejected our petition, they proved they have never meant well for us, but snatching the Alice is shitting on us."

"We'll sneak up on Green," Ruby said. "Should we free her-"

"If we try, we'll get Sophia fired," I said. "We can't attack, we can't help Alice to run, we won't have anyone to prevent Green from skinning us alive."

"And they took our weapons from us," Adriana pointed out.

I sighed. Alice wasn't my friend, but I hated Green, and this was a blow to our newfound confidence. " I'll talk to Sophie. She tells me a lot. She can listen for once."

"Sophia is incapable of freeing either Mayson or Alice," Nicole said. "If you value the freedom, find someone whose hands aren't tied."

"Sooner or later, the Shieldmaidens will get their resurrection," Claudia showed her teeth.

"As in our episode "The Succubus and the Shadow Order of Zombies," Montie remembered her fantasy roots.

We returned to the pool, and I wanted to stay in the cold, fresh water.