The Princesses in the Tower, by Miras

[Miras]

3-2-Finale

I went back to the girls and proceeded with the new information. Alice Kane wasn´t in the park as the warden at the gate´s registration confirmed. She was in a phone-equipped office and they made her curious about the unknown student girl interested in her.

"Who´s this? I don´t know you!

"Zita Woodroof, Ms. Kane. Send by Ms. Hamilton, the Mud Queen, a friend of Nicole"

"Mrs. Kane, little cousin of an unknown sister-in-law! What do you want?"

I have described the situation.

"Do you have a story for the show?"

"I thought it will be the jokes and coverage of some happenings in Tower."

"I am an artist slash graphic designer. I´m drawing and writing Uraneia comic book."

"Eh?"

"It is about space heroes mining the mystical energy of creation by fucking in zero-G and later in a vacuum. Their destiny: Ovum singularity."

Porn with the plot is the best one.

"I love comic books, Mrs. Kane.."

"Then you love the narration. I would record for you everything as a full-time cameraman and I would draw things day and night to the suspenseful plot. Stand up doesn´t make me move aside."

"Mrs. Kane! I can come up with a Fantasy story!"

"Zita, come up with a Fantasy story and you can call me Alice. To pass my test, you must have it in the park time tomorrow! "

I hang up the phone.

"Girls, we have to rehearse."

The sympathetic scrawny figure came to the park on Sunday afternoon, almost at the same time as us. We gathered in the remote park spot. Alice spaced out the holocams and we positioned ourselves in the center.

"Not so fast! Strip naked, I need anatomically exact layers to project the holocostumes."

"You will show us the final images!”

"That´s given, Julie! Come on, guys are not looking!"

We have stripped down, folded our uniforms, and put them on each other, only that could end up a little dirty was mine. The breeze blew lightly on me, it passed through the chastity belt and hair under my belly. Zita, you are too big to believe in invisible spirits... The alabaster figures revealed we had a motivation to not stall the recording. The despotic education is one thing and some of the parts achieved notoriety in any context, like Montserrat´s legs, but other inmates seeing Barbara exposing mighty boobs in a park could whisper about her practicing.

"Don´t say anything incriminating, girls. Action!

Alice pushed the main button on the controller.

I have commenced the introduction of heroines.

"I am Zeena, sister to the heir of Trojan kingdom and the mage in training. I fight the ignorance."

"Cut!

"I am Zeena, sister to the heir of Trojan kingdom and the mage in training. I fight the chaos and disorder that threatens the good inner workings of households in The Realm of the Ultimate Good. These are my comrades..."

"CUT!"

"These are my sworn sisters. Julie, the thief, menace of Atlanten library. Dhampir Lydia, known as the Butcher of dwarves. And Barbara, the warrior from the savage Rooster tribe, daughter of the battle bards, immune to the torture. Today we will tell you, how we busted the insidious succubus!"

A moment of silence.

"Woe betide the injured soldiers! My hospital is full of those, who fall asleep and never wake up. They can´t resume the fight against the forces of Werewolf Queen! I think she used some spell from her Grimoire of Beasts!"

Heroines discuss orders from the king. We go in circles for pictures to be edited into an epic journey. We emphasize the importance of rulers, soldiers, and our husbands, doing what is best for us. We reach the menhirs serving as a portal to the Dreamworld. Now we go all the way back, fighting nightmare creatures. In the hospital, we encounter succubus, played by Montserrat, who uses her unnatural powers to making us kissing each other. I recall the soldiers and kiss the succubus herself. By drooling over the mouth and both ears I cancel her magic and petrify her.

We had a long discussion about how to reform her in the end, so Mayson will approve and we won´t get a crucifying squad of inmates up to our asses. So, I wrote up a speech about disadvantaged birth that can be overrun by the correct life choices. Let people choose the preferred subtext. Succubus joins the team as a consolator of the sexually deprived ones.

Alice hasn´t intervened in this take. I pampered the idea she is admiring my tale, thinking it wouldn´t be out of place in her saga.

"Girls, the result will be on the Ed Woodish side, but I guarantee I will draw everything in a week. You are fun that will make up for it." Montserrat, fully dressed, did a high-spirited launching speech and we thanked Alice, glowing.

If nothing else, the next days are intoxicating, the commitment propelling us. Alice was hard on herself. The landscape and the menhirs turned out magnificent as did the Dreamworld, the hospital was serviceable and the clothes maybe lacked the details, but we wore as much virtual texture and armor as a medieval person realistically would. Georgianna came at my invitation to the park too. She should push through the thing she seeded the idea for.

"You have hit the jackpot! That´s what I call believable!", she said.

"Thank you, I appreciate it. Now we´ll go to Mayson. "

Georgianna´s smile was sad.

"Girls, you are not at a good start. Rosenstein will be just satisfied, not involved. I can vouch for you and the privileged one is a part of your team, but I´m the least respected lector and the same can be said about Kane... To have solid ground, your request should be backed up by the third pillar. Very trustworthy co-lector."

Don´t show a hint of weakness!

I stepped farther from the other four.

"Lady McLeaf, send us to the First co-lector´s room!"

Alice grabbed her head.

“Hardened veterans of the sex industry live there. Privileged ones below the pig feces. They will degrade you and what I have managed. Go to anybody but Cabrera.”

People are impossible. For their haughtiness, they ignore the nuance. I took the holoset into my arms.

“I can always descend. Champions thrive for the top.”

Georgianna let wardens accompany me, Montserrat, and Alice. In the elevator, my knees started shaking. Couldn´t I´ve been praised for my choice? On the new corridor, I am hallucinating red light lamps.

The door is real.

Whores of Babylon. Five of the reprehensible ones.

Knock-knock.

 

[Miras]

Chapter 3, Part 3 (1/2)


Jenine

I love wool and my hands will weave skillfully.

I love wool and my hands will weave skillfully.

I love wool and my hands will weave skillfully.

I love wool and my hands will weave skillfully.

I love wool and my hands will weave skillfully.

I love wool and my hands will weave skillfully.

I hate the metal chair and my hands used to convey meaningful revelations.

The Detention closet has no window, it is airless, space so narrow they sweated cramming my ass, the murderous heat like in loathed sauna will drive the wooden cladding to combustion any minute, me writing 61st repetition of my line out of 200.

Yesterday evening this blasted Homemaking block was launched by us hurling laundry into washing machines and then we were harvesting vegetables, thankless task of obtaining chow for scroungers. Literally dirty job, as opposed to vigorously hanging washed stuff. We will take it down in the afternoon for ironing.

Some inmates were visibly "boasting" about their accomplishments and all of us paid the price. Overseeing cleaners made us attend "carousel", the engine pulling our bound wrists. I desired nothing but sleep after that. Any awakening was doomed to be rude. The natural cause of one underappreciated woman breaking the loom and fouling the yarn with splinters.

Final line. I pushed the button on the table´s metal extension. I thought they will boil my heart a little longer, but the uncaring warden opened the detention closet promptly. She was twisting herself about an inch from my neck to collect the sheets. She inspected the work and gave me the hand, which unplugged me from the chair. The brown yet cold eyes sized me up straightening. She showed me the papers and tore them to pieces, big enough to be carried conveniently over the bin.

Was I supposed to be mourning the moments I lost? She executed my revenge...

Relief raised the protective walls around my psyche. I was trying to sustain it and the lesson my detention delayed only by margin could solidify my camouflage.

"She is your husband", described that brotherfucking spokeswoman the startled Nicole, selected in the crafts room.

"Go back to the corridor. I will call you one by one. You will proceed with a greeting and verbal foreplay. Ms. Xiong´s fiancée confirmed her mastery in the etiquette."

I recalled Joseph´s and my negotiations. Senator and DA have welcomed one another at home by snoring in nine out of ten cases. Sex was my reward for him. Non-complaining Jenine spreads and stresses the more often he wants it, the less selfish he should act in bed and the marriage. I phrased it diplomatically on the wedding night.

The Homemaking attendees weren´t coming back from the crafts room, eleven stayed before my marital humility was to be falsified.

Nicole was standing, she got irises out of focus by water. Inmates, no crafting gear on the desk to lower their eyesight, concentrated on the episodical ongoing numbers of the performers. The spokeswoman at the window invitingly turned on the dictaphone.

"Joseph... Darling, I am glad you could come home earlier today!"

Nicole wasn´t creative with the role, she estimated imprecisely what to say to command respect and made "sure" I did not miss on any chores. My resigned and absent-minded man was nowhere. Or maybe she as a person hasn´t been aware of her surroundings, something grievous was bothering her. Finding out her Peter has talked to Tower, perhaps? I was right! Men are programmed naturally to seek power, which is why they are more prone to corruption and eviler.

Shaking of the skirt, opening the top blouse button, and touching the husband´s skin in an attentive way that´s the sexual invitation I simulated effortlessly. Inject it into the conversation is harder after your teen years. As an adult, you have to talk about "love", if you want to sound noble and the word should be pronounced as if it is a motorbike and your partner is a notorious daredevil. I secretly wished the sisters who followed my subtlety, but the spokeswoman commended the sluttiness.

"Bride is glamorous because she is pristine. The husband unwraps her and the mystery is not fooling anyone, the hints are obstructing the unfiltered sex drive. "I wish you were in my bed." That is what you are going to elaborate upon in the essay when you return here from the ironing. You´ll round it off by a short, but intelligent wish as if for a postcard. It can be for any man you are on friendly terms with."

The boards, irons, and water were nearly neighboring the drying room and I would embrace it if we weren´t pooched by the slogging from the crafts room...

Hamilton and Therese moved nimbler, holding laundry buckets full of clothes and bedding. They motivated me to win the one board in front of them race. The booby prize of life has a steamer.

"Look, ladies! All that is missing is sadistic Irish nun!"

Therese´s mouth demonstrated the letter O.

"Nothing against unprofessed altruists."

Hamilton poured water into the iron and whispered: "Thompson, be smart instead of trying to sound as such."

Cranky... I don´t blame her. October is ending and the promising communication initiative got stuck. If I don´t count Hamilton, I am the person, who would like to see the plan unroll the most.

Day by day, one of the vipers is choking me, the deoxygenated face gasps and squawks. Poking by other viper´s dildo regrettably doesn´t let me pass out. Vengeful for my attack and contempt, the slithery girls inadvertently steadied me on the second day. The scattered pieces of my Lovemaking outfit all over the hate nest. It came in handy. I placed one piece under the socket of the browsing device, then, one step from the full coverage, I warmed the bare corner with two objects in a single move.

I get busy with black pants, all I could think of were mothers in Cameroon, who iron the breasts of their daughters to protect them from sexual violence. I´m going for you, bastards! You didn´t like the third wave? I´ll bring out the fourth one!

 

[Miras]

Chapter 3, Part 3 (2/2)

For starters I could burn serious holes in your pants, my record implies that domestic chores Thompson style are a deterrent example of the incorrigible blunderbuss. But fingers on my left hand frantically eluded the iron. Were the gluteal curves reconciled with a pointless prank asking for another thrashing?

The price must be proportional to the goods.

I have burned myself. I didn´t do it on purpose, flinching was impeding me. Once above the pants, twice when sorting out the pillowcase. Big girls don´t fear the pain!

Adults don´t fear death.

Hamilton, channeling fury to the brisk smoothing no doubt, had about three-quarters of the basket cultivated and submitted in no time, while I was promoting myself to the level of the clouds for being at the halfway point. I lost in this discipline, I will amaze her on the field she can´t plow.

Laundry ironed to the last handkerchief, we in the crafts room welcomed another alternative to menial duties in brainstorming the letter.

"I have too many ideas", I complained.

"You can receive the sheet and up to five blank pages to write the draft", said the spokeswoman. Most of the inmates did it, plundering the small cabinet. I weighed the pen, not interested in Joseph.

So, I took the spare papers and started to write something more troublesome. Descriptions of exploitations for the enjoyment of rich families horrible sons, using torture as warning or retribution, abusing us physically and symbolically. Thus I wrote the gist, on a paper that couldn´t be read by anyone unfamiliar with our situation, and such was the brilliance of my ruse. Two bottoms on the blouse out...

I have scratched my eyebrow and sighed, I have folded two sheets and went to the bin, throwing the empty one and hid the relevant one behind the loosened blouse line.

I sat back. The blank box for the postcard slogan had the words naturally predestinated.

"I can feel you o the chest and you are the whole of my hope."

"WTF, Thompson?!"

I have shown her in the open wardrobe. The new line of endurance tests was kicked off by the drastic rummy of two, each player holding ten cards.

"They hate my guts, Hamilton ... I don´t need to smuggle this, any of us can describe it. Give it to them and they´ll think you´re Santa. And when you´ll tell I want to send a message, it´ll never occur to them you´re doing exactly that."

Hamilton almost forgot to observe her melding options.

"They´ll punish you for certain. Will they grant me my wish? Who knows?"

I have, just like before every election, compressed that entire anatomical lab set my maw supplies, and detached, I expelled the nervousness.

"Once they´ll see, make the idea worth it. You are the soldier, I... I am a mere tactician with a small map. .. Please, give me and all of us the step to victory!"

"Thompson, I don´t want to kill you."

"Tell free people, what I have done. If a single girls boarding school will bear my name..."

Hamilton gestured on a limit of inconspicuous behavior.

"Thompson, I will take your detonator. I want Stacey Hamilton's male correctional center."

 

[Miras]

The new member of the story team starts to tell innocent tale that ends in filth.

Chapter 3, Part 4 (1)

Agatha

The last night I dreamt I was a scorpion.

Should I ask for my horoscope? No, that is not necessary; my stars are brighter than ever. Madre de Dios, I am a bright star!

Was it to foretold I will join two other pairs of legs, treading towards unsuspecting prey? Because that´s why I´ve got the reminder all of the sudden.

"On my mark!"

Ellen takes the command as true gringa looking down on darkies and as a true madam looking down on her whores. Ruffled brown hair doesn´t do any harm to the image, neither does the underwear with purple flowers she wears as much as possible.

Irene, our untypical Eskimo, looks at me.

"On your mark, Agatha."

I winked over the bed of Ursula. The leech was sleepy still when she went to today´s lunch and the Sunday meal for the privileged ones made her dead-beat. Her slumber remained undisturbed neither by us conversing nor by the singing of absent floozie-pal.

"Can we?”, asked Ellen angrily.

"We can", I responded. We unrolled the blanket. Ursula laid on a side, the face of a woman puffy as a pumpkin. Ellen raised the depilator, I softly exposed her crown of the head, putting some of the nutty hair out of the way and Irene reached out to the panties where she had folded up the body stamp with the simple "repent" sign. Ursula won´t like it, but she had it coming and Ellen wouldn´t have seen eye to eye with her any other way. Unlike Ellen, Ursula forced girls under her to the oldest profession. Enterprises run often callously...

Knock-knock.

"Shit!", shouted me and Irene.

"Whorehouse crumbles!", panicked Ellen.

"We have a weekend, idiots", I said, walking to the door. Ursula woke up, I think. She is not likely to step for anything except to take a piss or dump before she can drink and eat.

"Come in, uninvited ones!"

The intruding warden and her peeking from the corridor colleague made space for three inmates. We all knew Alice; she dines among the privileged ones, the conceited nerdy toad. She doesn´t share the spirit. Who are the two girls? Looks of a stronger average, worth the money. The black-haired one has cock-hardening legs, the honey-haired one is gnarled under the load of the machinery. Are these adepts for some Lovemaking preparation? To hell with Ursula, I was born for such a mission! Honey-haired one introduced the thing, not her mature patronage.

"Fellow first co-lector Cabrera, my name is Zita Woodroof. We have a proposed amusing series. If we´ll enrich your siesta, we might enrich everybody´s feasts."

I have finally seen the face and the rascal maneuvers of her eyebrows.

"And I´m Montserrat Gutiérrez. This is about my show. Zita´s writing it... Alice and one lector stand behind us, but the second you like it and tell the principal, we would be happy as after getting lucky."

The hottie has a melodic voice and her writing sidekick seems to be nice. Choosing between the two, the leggy boss had casualness manifested by my close friends in an Austin brothel, the other favorite workplace.

"Can´t you leave me for an hour?"

That was rattling Ursula. Ellen bowed to her, not out of respect.

"GET SOMETHING TO YOUR EARS, SLEEPING BEAST!"

Ursula jerked and turned away, eyes wide open. Alice frowned, leggy boss Montie faltered a bit and the writing sidekick was laughing uncontrollably.

I went back to the conversation and the profit-seeking regime.

"Montie, could I suggest some ideas for your program in the future?"

"Yes, Ms. Cabrera, two writers aren´t enough!"

"Slut trumps the schoolgirl anyway!"

She came out of the bathroom, the drops of water lined the white undergarment with lace.

"Even you are a student of mine, Olivia."

She cold-shouldered me and opened her full lips to tease Ellen.

"You haven´t branded Ursula after all."

"Get on to it!", asked us the distempered pimp.

"We have a business to care of!"

Alice ended her silence at last.

"You of all people should dive in!"

"Me definitely", chuckled Irene. "I produced months in the length of videos and holograms. I reviewed them for everyone to hear.

"One channel instead of zero, I want the expanse", said Ellen. The writing sidekick wasn´t interested in ranting, she had vigor... Unloaded the devices and turned on the flexible circle to spring up a tent-like net and the flashing composed itself into sense-making objects. Montie would make guys stutter in the bar or from behind the window and she can act as a host. Maybe she is too accommodating, cause she´s satisfied with little role in that... Okay, good toddler story. Some girls in Austin were Fantasy fans, I relied on clients that they will have fantastic suggestions. Then again, it is just means to an end.

 

[Miras]

3-4-2

"Montie, why are you doing this?"

She lost her shit. Was I chupacabra or what?

"Classmates told me... I´m useless and I wished the women here to be happier..."

"There are material gains to be sucked out, fool", said Olivia. She is the true mogul here. Three brothels, half of the employees being man-whores.

"You must dig the minerals and metals. I used to street walk in the motherland for the peso, then I moved a little up north for the dollar and finally for prosperit. Now, I don´t need to be paid. I will talk to Mayson. For comfort... For founding myself deeper in the structure. You will have to engage and I´ll call out the high society."

Inexplicably, Alice in the obvious dread got to the side of the smaller girl. Honest to God, I heard her swallow, never thinking she is a swallower. I wished her how she couldn´t say anything to the writing sidekick, whatever it was. Don´t deny Montie, you won´t lose out.

I´ve ordered Ellen to put hands-free up to my ear and Mayson´s name invoked like deceased in a séance connected me with the principal´s office. I´ve been the one who was operating through him and extorted holding of the Close fellowship assembly.

"Agatha, it would be nice of you to comply with one demand of Malcolm from the week ago. The Assembly´s after-party should be even and he longs for breaking one of your group. She will be given an assignment until the matters would be settled."

If Ursula were pretty, I could outsource the repentance to passionate sadists. Except Malcolm wouldn´t want her... Ellen tends to undermine my leadership here, but she says uncle without a fight. Irene is just a producer of softcore motion pictures...

The haughty undiscriminating skinflint? They will thank me for the specimen...

"Olivia, the assembly orders you to submit to the attendants."

She scratched the joints of her fingers.

"Summons of the taxman, that was frightening."

I have covered my Tower underwear with a grey skimpy business suit. Alice refused to strip from the Homemaking dress and Olivia wasn´t supposed to arrive dignifiedly.

The close assembly in the administrative complex had set aside hall, sorta part of principal´s office, but Mayson was hidden by the wide door on the dais.

There was another entrance on the left, to his living quarters. The palms in every corner of the triangle with the tip cut off.

Topless triangle...

The surplus of the couches has been farsighted for the day I'll host the caravan. I was only the second attendant of stature. The back of the left piece was eclipsed by the white hat, looking to me like lemon ice cream.

"Girls, have you ever got personal with Sophia?"

"We... We knew her just as a "spokeswoman", admitted Montie.

The coolest confidant of mine fluttered the hand in the initially palsy-like awkwardness. The writing sidekick kissed it in a classy way. Montie slabbed over Sophia´s nails. She winced.

"Sophia Arnolph, not just spokeswoman, but also etiquette consultant. The subject matter scarcely practiced by the whole generations."

Nobody had to be introduced to Malcolm the pompous when he arrived. He confiscated Olivia´s underwear and his dick puppeteered him into a caveman routine. He pulled her by the hair on the floor, proclaiming she´ll be available to anybody at the urinal´s spot for an assembly´s duration.

Beck came next, the toilet installation was dragged away from a short while ago. Another asshole, I am beneath him and can´t call him Jeffrey. Not on lectures, not even in bed. I was on a first-name basis with my pimps, all three of them. Giving birth to son- basis with one...

Impatiently, I and Alice spilled the beans about the show. Half-arsed rundown stank to Sophia, she would scrub it out of her mind, were she given miracle soap. Beck and Malcolm admitted inmates' mornings and evenings have to be lame.

I won´t screw my power income, but it´s eating, surrounded by the kindred souls. The lamest of lame events is taken for granted. Kicking one´s heels in the dark over Mayson´s tardiness.

The Principal´s muttering kicked off seemingly from nothing, the volume increasing despite there was a second, picking voice in the mix. The door shut open, Mayson made a way for a mobile plinth on wheels on which stand a statue of a guy clothed in something ancient and on its back had inserted broad tablet with shining viewscreen, but statue´s eyes were also flashing.

"The operations of Princess Towers are eliciting tremendous feedback", said Mayson. "I have been discussing it with my exquisite friend vice-chairman Cao since before lunch. If we are to create entertainment division, initially under my very jurisdiction, he wants a taste and he wants to ensure that creators are walking on the path."

The statue turned around and we saw the image of the famous grouchy Chinese guy.

"Blessed are all those, who don´t have to dwell in Brussels. You might be used to fellow Neumann, but he is in the company of the other Swiss and his German partners, lobbies day and night for a better human trafficking environment and I´ve been left only with Prefectures and Towers. If duty means nascent school theater, so be it. Fellow Mayson will have insightful observations, no doubt and as a reward, he can sit right in front of blooming flowers."

The Principal didn´t respond. It would be hard to explain the renewed color of his cheek in any other way. Any of us could be doing mind-reading tricks, correctly describing what he wishes Montie and her friend to devote themselves to do. His eyes are tearing down the sidekick´s miniskirt as she unraveled the projector´s net.

So I have seen for the second time tale beginning by the lamenting wizard girl, ending by the defeat of sexy spirit played by the Montie.

Sophia was never watching, she fixated on Mayson or me. He hasn´t missed a single frame, for non-storytelling reasons, I can imagine. Just on this level it gives a reason to any guy to tuck bill or to give a thumbs up.

 

[Miras]

3-4-3
The mightiest and not really present man wasn´t looking disapprovingly.

"I think it can be one of the segments, fellow Mayson."

"Yes, essentially..."

"I take it you have caught an error that can be rectified in an intelligent way?"

"The show, if we will be lenient to its setting and story and dialogue... Yes, the Princesses can´t be choosers of artsy production. I worry about the state symbol representation, though. There really should be a horse. Sigil stallions are mandatory in children´s programming and they are starting to make cameos in the female-oriented broadcast too. "

Alice´s mouth refreshed my memories of some gals who had stuffed their pussy with ice cubes.

"The band of heroines demonstrates its strength by going on foot. Besides, it would be mad to restructuralizing my imagery by adding one object."

The writing sidekick raised the right hand.

"Yes, girl?", asked Mayson.

"Fellow principal, our companionship doesn´t have a horse in the beginning, but we have the new member episode 2 onwards. We will say that with my help succubus unlocked the powers of changeling, or that she wasn´t sure how to use them in the world of mortals until now... She can morph into our mare and split into a pair! There will be a stallion and the mare!"

Montie has smirked impishly and crossed her legs a few times like she had a spasm in the crotch.

Cao might as well be counting the sheep.

"See to that succubus transforms, fellow Mayson. Do you have any other idea about the future of FPA serials?"

The principal answered at once, his forehead dewy with a light sweat.

"What else do you want to produce to inmates beyond a magical show?"

The writing sidekick didn´t lose her cool.

"Alice has scripted a few comic books, we can adapt part of them eventually. Now, the supply of hearsay won´t be constantly on the same level, but we can do a news program where we will sum up some episodes from the Tower´s events, Lovemaking excluded. Obviously, we are knowledgeable, so Montserrat I can talk about peculiarities of our interest - sport, history, and their combination. Did you know that medieval prostitutes were among the first women to sport?"

Virgin Mary and the blessed fruit of thy womb, thank you I am living in this day and age. I hate cooking and baking, but if I was born a few centuries earlier, I would have to play basketball matches on the court of King Lear!

"It was their duty to not make their bodies atrophied", Cao said. "Fellow Mayson, are you up to burnish these ideas in the execution?"

Mayson was slighted badly. The words rattled in a voice of failing self-control.

"I could ask these Scheherazades the same question, fellow Cao. The principal is suited to instruct people in the administration. I propose the ladies, all of them, not just those who came, to be nominated for Loyalist card."

"Reasonable enough", Cao said. "Have you girls been taught about it?"

The writing sidekick was confused but talkative.

"Not, fellow vice-chairman. We are not yet done with ideological founding stones."

"Explain them, co-lector."

I obliged.

"Girls, us privileged ones have a status that others are attaining by the excellent marks. Not that they would do us any harm... Those in my room are nominated to the Loyalist card and so being not merely reeducated and fellows like everyone. We can be Brotherhood members proper. The majority here can hope to eliminate some guys on the auction and get themselves high from sponsor-made trinkets. Loyalists will be coupled with prominent husbands and mustn´t be excluded from the political debates."

"Those with husband already lost the game," Alice dared to say.

"You think? If you go back to the husband and he hasn´t been subjected to any disfavor, then the good points go to him and he will become chief executive whenever he works, society´s beloved one in any case."

"Hell, yeah!" Montie left the couch and stood up by the side of the holoprojector in her host pose.

"Hot news in today's national park spotlight! The group of butterflies penetrated their chrysalis with multicolored wings and flew to the living rooms and bedrooms of quarterbacks!"

She is so silly! The writing sidekick was overcoming befuddled deliberating for a minute.

"I am grateful for such a generous offer. As you said, there are more of us and if Mrs. Kane agrees, we have still three more performers who need the introduction."

"Two wenches are licking your anus after one request. I´m not t giving up on you, fellow Mayson. Fellow Neumann is fond of saying that money is the blood of business and business is the veins of the world, but I´m saying obedience and understanding your station are the heartbeat. Girls, explain what I just said to the others and they will want to be known as loyal ones. The fellow principal will hand you circulating documentation and you will analyze it on assemblies much like this one. Devote the last days of the month to bring the crew whole on board."

"Qué será, será", said Montie.

I couldn´t agree.

"Eso es la bazofia. Tú eres la estella."

She thanked in both Spanish and English and then helped her friend and Alice to scram from the impeding looser act of the company´s rally.

"I disliked the girls haven´t been screaming for too long in the show", commented Malcolm. "Somebody owes me the ration."

 

[Miras]

And now, for some much needed filth...

3-4- Finale

He left for Olivia, but we get on the warming-up. Sophia did a tap dance and in the space between coaches took off the hat, displacing it below the neck, the other hand, the invisible one undoing blouse buttons. She tossed the maybe whole minute after the blouse, serving the men solid tits in the yellow bra, cups decorated with euphoric bimbo faces. Smiling herself, she slapped her ass and by unnecessary twisting the string on the waist she made her skirt fell off as she moved only an inch sideways. She had a picture of a muscleman on her panties.

"Please, stay here, fellow Cao!", Mayson requested. "You can do wonders with those wheels!"

"Innovations don´t always work, fellow Mayson. If I won´t enjoy it, you will be held responsible."

This means the evening out of the party is fucked. Who needs the order in sex anyway?

I had to set myself apart from Sophia. I wore a fine business suit which I folded carefully but quickly like a good girl, savoring the idea of dozens of chocolate cocks creaming my insides. I exceeded the spokeswoman since the Tower bra and panties covered only ankles and some of the toes. My nudity was fully transmitted to Europe. Olivia came disrobed too; Malcolm leashed her by two chains ending with round clips on her nipples. She was unwell, nostrils loud, light ash heir wet.

"Daniel, may I ask for these toys Vicky gave you?"

Mayson went to his living quarters and came back with two drones and their remote controls. Malcolm readily attached one of the chains to the baby helicopters and sent it to the far corner of the ceiling. Olivia began the inconsolable howl and she wasn´t overreacting. I wouldn´t want the tit torn off… Hers might very well be on the rack. She buckled from the pain, but Malcolm held her up and attached the second drone, which he sent to the threshold of the principal´s office. Olivia couldn´t drop or stand still, her body was inclined.

People, don´t try this at home.

Malcolm unfastened something from his belt and unfurled it into a colossal whip. That super arm was commanding it and produced the famous "whooosh" slicing skin on Olivia´s back, creating the welt.

"AAAAARGH!"

Olivia could lose consciousness, but Malcolm didn´t mind. The whip kisses her over the previous stripe. The third slash bounded her legs and she pulls by breasts, which is exactly where the whip is heading next, one time for each tit. Satisfied with the literal "bloody mess", Malcolm unzipped the pants, his cock needed to shoot. He grabbed Olivia´s stomach, staying behind. Oh, that... She will end with anal ravished. Usually reserved for me, the lowliest among equals.

This was the point Mayson pushed my shoulders in a clear signal I should go down and be a mouthful of him. His pants and boxers defeated, I have now, for the first time, seen his cock, a bigger jewel than Beck´s, unsheathing the tasty purple fruit. I have swallowed it, my teeth gently rolling the foreskin, tongue arousing him, and solidifying the whole member. As if I wasn´t nifty enough, all too well-known hands of Beck touched me on the hips and pressure made me lift the ass from calves and I supported myself on all four in the doggy style. Beck´s dick got into the most classical hole and I responded to his humps whenever the lips were positioned around Mayson´s glans. I liked the technical challenges in my job. Nobody can say I´m the butter-twat. The statue with electronic sight fixed on my head over Mayson´s shoulder. Cao could see the hall only through that way, the tablet side was blinded by Sophia who pressed bare cunt on the viewscreen. I guess Cao can mind his private parts and nobody would see it.

Eventually, Sophia hit the ground and Cao followed the Mayson´s word, wheels of the plinth rode backward until my friend produced sounds that a bystander could interpret as either tickle giggling or hiccupping donkey. Mayson came in the middle of draping my hair over the face, diving the nails into the neck, and calling me every swear word you can use for female. The thick liquid of love flooded my mouth from the tongue to the roof and I coped with it in one gulp.

Beck showed me a piece of Eden despite the small size of his dick, tempo rising as my other end wasn´t occupied. The sexologist proved his erudition and I honestly complimented him for orgasm. Our dresses had to go back. Mostly we were saying boisterous goodbyes, me waiting for the pill, Cao´s plinth driving to the office. Sophia was wholly aloof. Special care had to be provided for Olivia. Malcolm called up for cleaning of some excrements and I slid the underwear on the inert limbs.

"I was just a sewer for them", she croaked in my ear.

"You can say that at loud! Olivia, that´s what initiation is about. You are a sewer and then you treat someone else like that. It is similar to playing tag... Well, Malcolm, these drones... Do you plan to use them for lessons?"

"Maybe the next term, Agatha."

So, fate wasn´t sparing Ursula. It simply chose the unexpected punisher.

 

[Miras]

Final character added to the cast. You might remember her from 3-1.

Chapter 3, Part 5 (1)

Roberta

My nose is no longer belonging to the face of Brunkow, who was born with it. I press it into Sylvia´s flesh, her soft belly, licking it shortly. She, thoroughly relaxed, raised her leg upwards, and moved the bottom on the sofa´s largest cushion, opening the victorious way. The pussy is trimmed, I gave it an insatiable kiss. The long one! Sylvia sighed and I brought her juice to the crevice between breasts.

With a small regret, I stuck my tongue whole just to the mouth of her own. Our figures met in harmonical pairs. Lips on lips, tits on tits, mound on the mound. At last, our hands touched, we booth crooked forefinger and straightened the thumb to make together the heart shape. Sylvia won our stupid wrestling, so she inserted two fingers into my vagina first. Up and down I squeezed my eyes in marital satisfaction. I allowed her to repeat it four times and then the pleasure wasn´t all mine, I reflected it upon her. We are fawns, enchanted by ... Artemis (im)possibly. Pussy suggestions collide with my atheism.

"Ooooh, Sylvia, you are a dirty kidnapper, you´ve caught me off guard and didn´t let me go! You need to be policed!" I slapped her left, right, left. "Don´t think for a moment you´ll stop with your master thrusts, desperado!"

Sylvia did as she was told and we entered "the contest". Myself climaxing any second, I pulled one of the fingers out and I used my nail, side of it, and the point on the ground of Sylvia´s thin bush. Ultimately, I have won and she started to sing, not ebbing away on her side. We were shouting one another down in a chorus of Sapphic coitus.

"Ladies... Each of you should be immortalized in my dollhouse!"

When copulating, look at your partner and pretend Martin is a comical audiotape.

There are some things I and Sylvia are sticking out, here, among the heteras against their will. We are married - wife and wife. Those, who do know, became maximally envious of our preserved bond. One other lesbian in the Tower is single. The passionate love that many guys are oozing also assigned us with not so alienating form of Lovemaking. Martin watches. Ha can join, but so far he was touching just himself. We should have slowed down. We had our rears tracked by bigots, incensing countless people who haven´t seen their loved ones in weeks, homosexuality handing us a free pass from the cock... Damn it, I´m the clever one in our marriage and I haven´t seen that coming. After arrest, I wished to leave the corner we were driven into, and frenetically asked for co-lector appointments. One reason to hate us is here four.

"Roberta, that is the pigeon you are chewing. Nothing that ever milked and galloped on a meadow."

Gina was dining effortlessly. She bared the skeleton on the two-thirds and her diamond face has a chance to overfill, the teeth are done with a morsel in a split of a second. You should eat like that, but she isn´t some headmistress.

"I´m not pitying the animal, I see myself being roasted."

"You could save Sylvia one day. She would leave her bits to all in need, so I and Lolle would eat her out of respect. Puritanically, Basma would crawfish from the food charity and go to bed without supper."

Lolle, unable to speak, gave Gina a high five. Sylvia smacked her lips in what I suspected was aversion. Pick up the brat by the ear!

Eh, the teacher keeps her quirks.

The Arab girl was nowhere to be found. The deal hampered her socializing among youngster miniskirts and I´ll sooner accept the Virgin birth before she´ll slip to the grander collection of the red toffees.

"She is one isolated little peach," I finished my thought out loud.

"I heard we are in for new workshop mini-courses for Lovemaking," Gina said. "And one of them is going to be belly dancing. She mustn´t refuse this time!"

Her ethnic joke improved the mood. I caught up with her in eating, determined to find out, how Basma is taking her obligations. On a walk from the dining hall, I loitered uncommonly. I was a little dishonest to Sylvia whose hand I got a hold of while peeping at Lolle´s bubble ass, compensating for short legs. Basma had welcomed us, not pleased she sees the queer quartet gain but accustomed to it. I looked upon her medical books, more of them unsystematically opened at the same time. The literature of the other subjects must have had pages glued to the covers, fuck the cards with the return dates and exclamation marks.

"Did you enjoy smoke screened day, whipper-snapper?" I asked her.

"Doctors are hacking me so much I want to boost my leukocytes to not fall into their clutches ill for the second time, Mrs. R.," Basma said.

"Harsh words contained some useful Greek, I see… We´ll practice tomorrow afternoon. You´ll not have to talk, but I´ll send you the quiz."

Basma nodded and thanked me before lowering her eyes. She was embarrassed by her roommates changing and watching themselves too, being reminded of what we are seeing. She felt better off going to brush her teeth.

Lolle wasn´t that seductive, snorting with her pug nose, so she became on-issue. If anything, I had to glance away from Gina´s figure and stayed fixated on Sylvia´s smaller bunch of hair. For a minute...What kind of secrets can we maintain?

"The nun saved her in more ways than one," my spouse whispered.

"And her father," I said. "Let she sees his denailing." Mayson´s exact words.

"I´ll try to bite the dust," Lolle shouted, uncaring of anyone´s feelings. "If I fail like her, they will pamper me, or they will turn my bastard of dad into pate!"

This wasn´t worthy of my response. Suicide attempts have been continuing across the Towers. A few of them unthwarted.

Washed up, Basma came from the bathroom and didn´t take off the outfit, until she was hidden by the blanket, another of her habits still intact.

"Good night. May you succeed, Ms. L."

"Nobody´s talking to you!"

"Lolle, your repulsiveness was uncalled for!" Sylvia said. "And girl returned a favor," Gina said. Basma pretended to sleep.

"Was I "wude", teacher? Maybe I don´t like people with alleviations, Sylvia. The only thing I can be proud of here will be my higher prize."

"Teachers and pupils should have a place, where they mean more than ball-kicker." Sylvia isn´t defenseless to the hypocrisy.

"To the beds!" I commanded. "Sylvia, you will be dealt with. Lolle, don´t relieve yourself by teasing."

 

[Miras]

Just a short refreshment...

3-5-2

I switched the lights off, glimpsing confidence in Lolle´s smirk. I wasn´t paying attention to Sylvia, on the contrary, I took pleasure in tomorrow´s adamancy.

As the morning and wardens came, I used my occupation to the postponement. I asked for me and Sylvia to be fifteen minutes alone, because of co-lector stuff. Roommates taken away, I dressed in the Homemaking outfit, but she stayed in her green and white stripes.

"Fetch me the hairbrush, dear!'"

Here I can sort out two women - Roberta Brunkow in person and her "better" half. Sylvia might be my wife, but next to me, I have always seen her as a sort of daughter. And I do know what to do with daughters.

She opened the table´s clipboard and handed me over a black and heavy thing with a short handle supporting a wide oval body. She had a sad face while I sat on the edge of a bed, but no backtalking followed. I had her by my side and soon, over my lap. I had secured her waist with one arm and pressing the hairbrush a little to her cute butt. I practiced the authoritative relationship before it was cool.

She knew she was in trouble, I wasn´t losing any time by theatrics nor making it easy by a warm-up. I turned the brush into purificator as if blistering the shaking ass meant killing foul impulses of the mind, roots of her misdeeds.

"Ouch, Oww-w I don´t deserve that muuuuch!"

The first twenty-five strokes in, she consciously dodged, as if she didn´t know my policy that while is struggling, I don´t count it. I locked her legs with mine and went harder. You go softer only when you want the lecture to be heard, not the smacking.

"You know everything about Achilles, Sylvia. How we say people and groups have his heel. Smack! Our weakest spot was always Basma and Lolle isn´t helping!" Smack! "Did you have to quarrelling like them?!" Smack!

"N-no, Ma´am!"

"Lazy answer!"

Smack!

"Ouch... Roberta, I don´t like children being slandered!"

"We have no PTA meetings here! Somebody will tell her in person! And you offended Lolle as a sportswoman!"

Smack!

"That must have come from my war with the coach Mary!"

Smack!

Smack!

"I will apologize! I should have remembered they are tougher on her!"

Now I had it out with her, panties are going down, the formal part is over. It would be more well-mannered if Sylvia did it herself, but she goes bananas and I won´t be giving the bottom chance to escape justice. One more inch further down the thighs and I can testify the buttocks are crimson, just not yet perfectly swollen.

I don´t mind making this hot baboon out of her. I was pounding asscheeks like a cutlet, encouraged by Sylvia´s pleadings.

"You are deferring to me and here that means enduring what I do and not be provoked by grumblers."

Three gentler smacks.

"I´m s-oo soorry. I should have been better than her."

"You figured it out, dearie, we are done after this."

And one last stroke, very hard, to remember that merciful Roberta has her limits and strict Roberta can return after any mischief.

"Owwwwww! Th-Thank you for punishing me, I´ll be good!"

Anything less would earn her twice as many smacks.

I don´t like it, but a lesbian lady is a spectacle for straight guys. Something like bearded lady or snake woman for kids in a circus. I´m predestined by my nature to be fetishized along with the love of my life.

Did I just... Give a boner to the security guys who were eavesdropping on us?

For obvious reasons, you have such worries when harassing your partner. It becomes a non-issue when getting corporal makes your job easier like you always dreamt about it.

 

[Wragg]

Ouch, Oww-w I don´t deserve that muuuuch!"

They all say that....

Complaining gets them nowhere!

 

[Miras]

They all say that....

Complaining gets them nowhere!

Except for more smacks. Which I like...

 

[Miras]

3-5-3

Martin had to wait in blissful hours I was wearing a white coat in the likeness of Lindsey and clarifying how is our blood being filtered inside the kidneys. The primary lector sought for sense and order in some newly constructed cottage for, she was supposed to explain and initiate some chemical manufacturing.

I knew the girls deserved sympathy. I was just... Awed that they are so quieter than those on liberal schools when you are teaching with Lindsey´s forked strap pointing in two directions. Once some wannabe parrot disrupted the class and I took revenge for years of stressful career.

That warranted peace.

I have interrupted my lecture to ask those who looked like they are groping in the dark, but never about things Basma had to write about on her sheet. While I had my back turned towards her, she was... Petting my side? I jumped away and l checked the pocket. There was her quiz... I was still mad and gave clout to the brat´s ear. Not just one pupil took a notice of mostly seculated Middle Eastern person. I thought it ended there and tried the fruitless question.

"Now, girls, are you dying to know some biological peculiarity?"

To my surprise, Basma raised her hand.

„Yes, Al-Yahya?”

"Fellow co-lector Mrs. R., do you have a biological explanation why would nature make somebody homosexual or bisexual?"

I couldn´t even locate all the shortly laughing ones. Basma´s impertinence was beyond compare, irresponsible return to square one.

"This reasoning is something we can never understand in the logic of blind watchmaker, but we can deduce some theoretical inferences. It could be a model of crude population control. Assistants and good friends of mothers in the case of lesbianism. Or the production of individuals helping people in the setting poor in opposite-sex partners."

Somebody else raised her hand, that incredibly fuckable Spaniard with long legs.

"Yes, Gutiérezz?"

"Fellow co-lector, the last thing you mentioned is probably the most important gift! We are not making this public as much as we should, but would we be without them... Without our willing substitutes for the boys." She hugged a red heir classmate on her left. "Sharona is my Miss Universe!“

Sharona covered her face with both palms, crushed by any reaction now. Be it gleeful gaiety or monosyllabic expressions of disbelief. The otherwise exemplary student Woodroof spoke without permission.

"Montserrat, you will bury the public face of ours!"

I have raised the tawse. They had History after me, so instead of keeping the problematic kids overtime, I unlocked all four of them with one key, showed them the door, and left for the corridor followed.

"Sorry, you couldn´t stay behind," I told Sharona... Stonewall.

"And Gutiérezz, we have no English, but you should have mastered the meaning of the word private by now."

She might have been three years old, whose balloon burst.

"Fellow co-lector, sexuality is one of the points of my existence, that is stated in the Vows. We should discuss it as we discuss food or childcare."

Basma muttered some words. Possibly Arabic, certainly derogatory.

"In that case, speak just about what you are doing, unless your lover is so "reformed" too...

Stonewall called Gutiérrez "goofy oddball" and stated: "No sex for two weeks!"

"You know what?," said Gutiérezz. "I have wanted to ask Natalie for a long time."

"Prettier than Trudy or Karen..."

"All Frisco girls are foxes."

"Cock and pussy teasers!"

"Gutiérrez, the Lovemaking...Eerghh, the Lovemaking has a lesbian course. They will be glad to see you and your friend fully prepared. Woodroof, what have you meant by "the public face" remark?"

The more normal pupil gave me a speech about the upcoming holoshow and fantasy drama they shot together. Jesus, from this genre I remember only that Gollum is Lord of the rings...

"Al-Yahya, your vendetta hurt innocent bi´s!"

Basma rubbed her ear. "You were a brute, Mrs. L."

Says the bully. I don´t think I am not going to make you pay.

"Al-Yahya, Gutiérrez, you will arrive in the teacher´s lounge after dinner for the decision about your discipline by the co-lector board. Woodroof, I will be checking on your self-control."

How I hate when they are choking back sobs, unable to admit their guilt, not seeing anything cleansing about their punishment to be.

Sylvia in the lounge, holding a glass of juice, was wiser thanks to each rightfully deserved stroke. . She offered me the Lovemaking outfit, but I have slowed down the industrious white hands and brought up the trial.

"Are we to prolong day for all co-lectors, because of two cases of two…"

"Ill-breds!," I named them precisely for what they were. "Imprisoned or not, they are humans, but out of civilization… We can be only teachers, who care about their habits. So we´ll gather scary council and punish them in a way that simple thrashing pales in comparison!"

Sylvia turned on the hands-free. "As an errant wife, I will call people for you."

The first demand fell on deaf ears. "Cabrera won´t come, she dislikes goody-two-shoes preaching." Second in the hierarchy - Ekström - agreed with the meeting and so did Ruby. Kaur and Harris were on the grounds, with Lindsay in fact. The tribunal will therefore consist of me as a prosecutor, Ekström as a judge, plus a miniature jury of Sylvia and Ruby on her side.

 

[Miras]

3-5-4

Martin, passively randy as was his way, made us uncover solely our crotches, essential for 69 he had on mind. We did it, just not so ardently like when we were loafing around on weekends back in normal days. He was sitting in his bathrobe, and as a reward, he gave us the doll from a 3D printer, made in his image. He had two others, half-refined, on the window-sill. He might be exercising his hand by painting our faces when it doesn´t hurt. He kept meandering about one fantasy of his, us making out underwater and the record of such an act became our homework.

I have returned to the lounge only so I could change again. I saw other co-lectors when moving away. Ekström grandiose, the thoughts unreadable. They were saying the marathon winner is in all likelihood not a prisoner at all... The inmates are restricted by several layers of jailers and I have crowded in.

Ruby was cantering, nothing in her head to trouble her.

Warden followed me back to the dining room. I ran amok when we met another with Basma and no one else in the shadow.

"And where is Gutiérezz?!"

"She has connections, you know," the whipper-snapper was sniggering when she handed me over the message on the card.

The person you have been prosecuting is a promising applicant for the Loyalist program. Furthermore, her deed was mostly in compliance with innovated morals. Please, think about the big picture.

Sincerely, Principal Daniel Mayson

Bastards! Stupid hooker and the pen-pusher, both!

"You can be happy, Basma. Now we can concentrate on you!"

We reached the lounge soon, but the handle didn´t respond. No to me and not to wardens. Some raspy voice I have never heard discouraged us. "Nobody´s allowed, but Mayson and Arnolph. They have half an hour, or we kill the co-lector of choice."

The photo was slipped to us below the door. Poor Sylvia bound to the chair and ball-gagged, centered in the line of three, Ekström contemptuously attempting to hypnotize the photographer by arrogance, Ruby ... Not comatose, but anemic, maybe hoping to pass out. I flipped the photo and found two signatures. Ursula P + Lolle M. "Ursula Pepper is one of my roommates," said Cabrera, coming short of stomping arrival of armed women and men. "Criminal, transported here from the court. We did not like her very much and our recent initiation... It should have done what the judges haven´t finished. We screwed up."

"And Lolle is my roommate."

"Can you give us her profile?" asked emerging security commander Victoria.

"She is smellier than a skunk, has needles up her asshole, would go mad from the revelation that she is not center of the cosmos."

"She was Pepper´s recruiter," Arnolph said, following Mayson here as requested. "Four more inmates are unaccounted for. Policewoman, firefighter, two professional wrestlers. All her buddies in the PE and the walks in the park. They must be inside. Pepper has recently borrowed some Holy Submission requisites and she convinced her Lovemaking tutor to plays in warden uniform."

"And she invited five friends?" I asked. "Must have been some groupie."

"They were ordering them separately. One we are sure about currently. Pepper has the privilege is to consult other tutors. Her own was sleeping, something in his tea, we suppose. She "offered" extra classes for the conspirators and she had to show them security blindspots to change. Her entourage had to be switched in the process."

"Do they have any weapons?“ That was sickening me, the picture of Sylvia, knife unguarded by idiot shredding the belly.

"I call them bluff," Mayson said. "Unless they think the grip is all it takes to break the neck... Some of them are experienced in this area. I will go to see it. No inmate should die in vain... What is she doing here?"

He flung Basma by arm and evaluated every visible olive-flavored bit. She jerked noticeably in the elbow.

"The board was called because of her. I want her to stay, so she doesn´t lie around, but sees, what she caused!"

"That´s true," agreed Cabrera. "Ursula must have got the idea when Sylvia called the meeting."

"If I hadn´t a chance to defend myself, I haven´t caused it, Basma said.

Doesn´t play by the rules, but learned plenty of loopholes to boasting about rights.

"You there!" Mayson told one of the wardens, who came with us originally. "Step aside, but make sure she doesn´t run. Mrs. Brunkow is right, we can handle the desert rat."

Seeing the massive men with riffles, net throwers, and some gas bombs, I would predict Pepper´s misfortune, crystal ball not needed.

"Apropos, do you have to stay here?" Arnolph asked.

Was Cruella her grandma? "I live to protect my wife and I won´t disappoint co-lectors!"

"Tell them, I´m here!" Mayson said in extreme tension.

"We know," creaked the voice that was surely belonging to Pepper. Somebody opened the door. It was Ruby. She had still bound wrists and ankles. For no obvious reason, also the steel necklace. Then the muscles of her neck wrinkled down under pressure.

"I had a girl, who was suffocated by a specialized client and he owed me ever since. I´m not a lapdog if I'll snuff your livestock, not anymore. You are deprived of some souls. Let me tell you, how to decrease that loss."

My sadness and resulting anger couldn´t overcome the helplessness. What´s more, I understood the hate. On occasions, I saw the woman holding a stick from a necklace and she wasn´t Pepper. She stood unshaken, ready to slay and selflessly make a way for the insurgents. Joan reborn.

"Privileged have fewer advantages than they deserve," the extortionist said. "We shouldn´t be auctioned at all. The first demand is to give absolute liberty in matters of husband or guardian choice. Second, all inmates want to have visitations, every single one. Third, we want also the non-privileged, chosen by inmates, to attend some Close fellowship assemblies."

"You have three hostages in not so large office," ridiculed her Mayson. "And there´s about six of you. So, should I call Princeps, or should you search for red dots?"

“You are clever to ask. One of us, not telling who, has picked out the heir, and introduced The Slow Marauder into his bloodstream. "

The small, translucent object rolled to us from the direction of Ruby´s feet.

The syringe.

 

[Wragg]

passively randy

There's a good concept!

 

[Miras]

3-5-5

"What´s funny is that I can´t tell you how much time he has. It could be five, six, or seven hours to the short Ebola field trip. It won´t be within the hour. We will reveal his identity once you will let us form a strike committee of sorts, I´ll send you names soon. We will also need actual weapons, just to assure the committee’s longer session."

The door shut closed and civilians fell back.

Terrible suspicion engulfing in me, I have hissed on Basma.

"Did you give them the poison, bastard?!"

She "crazysmiled".

"Mrs. R., anti-racism school rules have yet to be revoked."

Warden holding her halted me, the simple edge of traffic controller, left hand with brass knuckles.

Is she with them, is she??!! Basma has the means and the character...

Mayson, Arnolph, and Victoria sneaked away to the corridor´s turn.

"...during Homemaking, they could hide the syringe," Victoria said. "Maybe they contaminated the food in which case, we wouldn´t even have a sample of him. I´ll order to analyze their services."

Mayson went into cataleptic "Yeah, yeah, yeah" mode, his future endangered by the multiple failures.

I left them to rescue operations.

Basma avoided eye contact with her unfavorite pedagogue. Hurt by accusations? Hurt by me siding against the insurgents? If so, she was never afraid about beloved. Instead, her sympathies lied where subjugated would place them under the usual circumstances.

"Ursula is the scum," Cabrera said. "Suffocating people, that´s exactly what you never take you back on her. She doesn´t have to talk to make clear what would she do if she could. Poisoning guy with such overkill shit, that´s her final skyrocketing."

"Why store that preparation here?"

The most subversive thing I ever said here.

Basma pulled my sleeve. I couldn´t believe how did the obstinate wryness melt into urgency to say something.

"Mrs. R., I didn´t do it, but they... That´s was what they were talking about!"

"Basma, cursed girl, what do you remember?"

"I have heard it just the last Friday. The head nurse was blowing out of proportions, how they can´t find one syringe that was missing after... Testing of "Green´s dote". Empty one!"

My breath was taken away. I was upset, never jolly, when retarded medics say "dote" in the sense of "poison", but it was overshadowed by the second part of the substance´s title. Greens can live in any town and breed with Browns or Smiths. One comes to mind as the most probable contract owner.

Mayson is making bio-weaponry for the Prefect!

The third deduction manifested itself late, considering the utmost consequence. If the syringe was stolen empty, save to the drops, insurgents are short of one ace.

The warden wasn´t def or that dumb, we have found ourselves on the same page, in the gang of everyone in the hearing distance. Cabrera told Mayson´s group, of course... Rather to my displeasure. If convinced, they might not care about collateral damage.

"I still owe you some penalty, Basma. "

She got it. I haven´t experienced her happy, but this time I saw her being remorseful, knowing she helped to doom Sylvia, if not just the first time, then ironically by exposing the con. I asked Mayson proactively on a midpoint.

"Send me to negotiate! They think they have the upper hand, I can talk to Lolle and offer members of the committee in exchange for hostages."

"They also want us arming them," Mayson said. "As a result of my personal blessing. I´m not sending you to become a traitor, much less stay there against your will."

The door opened again, ball-gagged Ruby trying to deliver the sheet of paper in freed hands. Mayson took it... And tore it in half.

"Incoming," screamed that Joan. All three hostages wheezed and Lolle´s voice lashed out on the invisible party.

"Mrs. S.!"

Basma got to the lounge acrobatically. She fell forwards but did not black out. Warden squatted and she jumped. . She leaped to space between the wall and Mayson. The aiming men became disconcerted, but not so much like when she zipped inside in three seconds. I made my move, disingenuous in chasing her.

No regard to helter-skelter, I was, to the puzzlement of my own, helping Ruby, playing tug-of-war for stick with Joan, whose wide forehead glistened sweating. I was holding up where I fought while looking at Sylvia over and over. She and Ekström were seated almost in the corner. Their stranglers in the fake warden uniforms were watching anxiously the opposite side of the room, so I peeked eventually. Lolle and Basma were brawling with two other women. One was sturdy and furious, the other with a bloated face, strength coming from animal rage. The former has knocked Basma out in five kicks and went... For me.

Since I was not going to loosen my hands on the stick, I strived to pull it out from Joan. I succeeded and Ruby escaped, but the sturdy kicked me in the groin.

On the ground, I sprained her legs. Riffle on the corridor rattled and Joan clutched her right knee, screaming in agony. Net-thrower ensnared the sturdy one. They are stepping in, I must not let Sylvia be harmed!

I went to hostages on the chair, hands up, picture of stranglers blurred by my tears. Oh, boy, this confrontation can´t compare!

"Abort!," I cried. "Do you want this to go from bad to worse? They are cool with wasting lives, are you the same?"

The one strangling Ekström was full of doubts, she searched for clues in the expressions of her dispassionate comrade, unfortunately controlling Sylvia´s fate. The beloved hostage is eyeing me...

Doubting insurgent hurled me the stick, but I didn´t have to release Ekström. She threw the ropes from her wrists down herself, unhooked the necklace from the stick by the left hand, and punched the mouth of the defector with the right fist. The rest of her was taken by muscled leg ending in her stomach. Ekström landed on Lolle´s opponent, beating her in unabashed fun.

By this point, about seven full geared men entered the lounge and I had few seconds to disable Sylvia´s strangler, another broad-shouldered figure. I used the advantage to attack her from the side. Even mere moments of bringing her closer to the wall gave the defenders a chance to twist shovel-like limbs.

It was over. I unhooked Sylvia and removed the ballgag. She gasped for breath and I had to allow her that, despite I wanted my mouth on her like a newlywed.

"Don´t arrest her she´s with me!“

That was Ekström talking. By the situation of the person detained - about Lolle.

 

[Miras]

3-5-Finale

I was lucky to stay. Infirmary admitted two hostages, four insurgents, and Basma. Wardens were out of the lounge and I was observing Mayson´s group interviewing Ekström and Lolle. The PE educator designated me as the heroine of the day. The principal, spokeswoman, head of security and the first co-lector acted subordinate but sour.

"I should have been informed," complained Mayson.

"It was also test for you," stated Ekström. "Prefect wanted your reactions to be monitored, the secondary objective in addition to purging the unsalvageable ones. Lolle knew Pepper had some shady friends. Have you still the paper pieces?"

"Yes."

"Recover those names, there should be like 18 of them. Vent your rage as you please. "

Victoria giggled.

"Brave plan. Given the risk for yourself."

Ekström looked unjustly slighted. "I live in a risk and I believed Lolle keeps the hostages alive. Of course, she was supposed to "negotiate" and enable you to end the thing in phase two. She is a crafty wench."

"Also the new PE co-lector," Lolle said, triumphant. "Roberta, we will work together and more than that! You know, you should stay here. I´ll go for the friend and we can have a toast to my promotion and the victory achieved."

I agreed, content with authorities being gratified. On my own, I was rather horrified Sylvia´s abuse, by Lolle´s opportunism, and by the garden of Prefect Green, extending beyond Mayson.

Lolle left me there for eternity. She returned in Gina´s company, a middle-sized silver box in her arms.

"Roberta, this will s... This will sound dope. I had no woman in a long time. Crap, I had no say whatsoever and I couldn´t eye you without a chip on my shoulders, you know that. Our ranks matched and lessons learned, you can be nice to all your adult "´mates".

Lolle has an unbuttoned shirt and no bra, her breasts are small, but provocative this way. And I visualized that behind so much that I lost the count. Gina came in fishnets and a leather jacket, her Lovemaking must have been distinctive. These temptresses...

"Do I have to remind you something about myself, Lolle, or are you trying to ruin me?"

"I have asked Sylvia. She thinks I am entitled to a little tribute. "

How could she say no to a double agent´s pet?

"So, you want to go deeper with me? OK, we will go to the room..."

"No, right here! Security wants to make a video as a reward..."

And show it to their uncles?

"I won´t be defying their wishes either. You should know I´m a bit of a reluctance freak. What if for round one I would lay back and Gina would hold my hands?"

They had no problems with my suggestions. I stripped down and used a table as a hard hammock. Gina grasped my wrists, actually making whole arms ache. Lolle opened the box. There she had prepared two dildos, one shaped like a regular phallus, green with rainbow flags drawn, the other was long, black, and had spikes. Lolle exchanged panties for a more peaceful-looking one and pushed the button for humming vibration. It also played the melody of The Star-Spangled Banner. She climbed above me and I, in a jest, stuck my legs together.

"No, I won´t let you in! AAAAAOOOOWWW!"

I was screaming because Gina was nibbling and then biting my fingers. Lolle tickled me, so I coughed and the legs snapped open spontaneously. Lolle put lightning into me, there were no other words to describe it in. She was Zeus and I was ... Every busted Greek legend heroine. No female mythology buff would like to be Hera.

"Gina, you bitch, let them go!" With loosened hands, I slapped Lolle´s cheeks and molded them. There you are, mine, all mine… She kissed my neck, the softest moment before vibrating me monumental fiery climax!

Gina wouldn´t be cheated, but we needed to rest and, in my case, lose the conscious guilt. Fortunately, the lounge had a lot of wine in the fridge. Three sets of drinks and the last remains of inhibitions were gone, along with much coordination, leaving enough for unlimited boning. Boning Unlimited, if you are looking for a company name.

I buckled on the spiked dildo, knocked Gina, and elicited a long squeal from her by a single thrust that kicked me back! I lost the notion of Lolle until I felt a tongue on my ass, doing giant X

FORGET ABOUT THE PRIVACY, SOMEBODY SHOULD POST THIS ON THE INTERNET!!!!

We had a few more combinations to try... Inflamed by alcohol, I made sure was never the fourth wheel. Then I slept and woke up. And slept. And woke up, assisted like paraplegic.

Half-nude Sylvia and one warden helped me to walk. My wife also discerned for me which of the two beds I see isn´t the drunkards hallucinating She left me for a second to complement our uniformed sis. In the light from the corridor, I saw her rear profile view, notable by the purple bottom.

"You should thrash me now."

"No, that would be unnatural."

She wanted to be my last joy of the hard day. We have fondled, the intoxication went away, replaced not by promise of a hangover, but by affirmation of my most personal narcotic. At the sight of no use, I decided to feel only the warmth of the wonderful person laying on me. Alarm and threats to traitors could be a lullaby for all I care.

 

[Miras]

Chapter 3, Part 6 (1)

Stacey

"Your honeymoon has passed

Rings have become vises

Amidst of misery

You are finding me

I don´t come with a cost

So why should you be lost?

Venus of the dusk

Venus from the dawn

Star of ancient love

In heat, I smell musk..."

The singing of mine is theoretically the backbone of this short appearance in the Lovemaking bar, while I think it makes difference for about a quarter of the guests. They don´t bother to hush, they clink with glasses of whiskey and they are sneering at previous karaoke songstresses. Those are waiting under stripper poles, the upcoming test ground.

I finished the song graceful, God willing. More than once I emphasized allurement to the douches. Lyrics being not overtly flirtatious, I could do it sparingly and tastefully. I was enchanting guys in pubs, cabarets, and motorcycle clubs three dozen times on my jobs.

The bar area lighted up and applause, ordinary on itself, was storming with a cacophony of indecency unheard of this evening. The spokeswoman in the corner smiled, raising an arm with a card that read 8/A-. Just stop, people. Offense from you is praise and vice versa.

I left a little stage. Somebody took hold of the microphone again and I went to the pole pedestal used by my contemporary pals. Here we were chained by our hands and watermelon was served to us on the floor.

"Post-America´s Got the Talent, don´t you think, jailbirds?"

"That was bloody The Winner takes it all!" Nicole said.

"My girlish heart beats in rhythm from Liverpool, not Stockholm. And who isn´t a writer, can´t be a plagiarist."

"Does that make me a candidate?"

We are not listening to the song of my successor and the watermelon isn´t as refreshing as the banter.

"Provided you will attempt the third opus, Cindy," I answered the weepy scout girl in her 30´s.

"I have a precedent. The second manuscript proved to be popular unpublished."

Good to hear she can joke about it. Her story is demotivating for any aspiring scribbler. After a badly received debut, she did everything to come up with a high-quality follow-up. She sent it, they arrested her, and here she found Bellinda, publisher´s daughter and fan of the book in the bed.

"Maybe you will once write about us living in Tower. Long chapters, each consisting of multiple POVs."

"When they castrate my lobes?"

"I heard female writers have somewhat a kick in creativity and productivity once they reach 50."

"I don´t want to be released!" Nicole stated the unthinkable. "I don´t want to see him!!"

Our Miss Saigon can´t bear that her fiancé was on a chat with Mayson and possibly with high enthusiasm discussed her characteristics. Look at her, she is bawling, her tears dilute the melon water. I shouldn´t be comforting her. I would have to say how it´s either fiancé or some guy she has never seen before.

Nicole needs to consult with him. I need to contact my former client. Every friend of mine deserves to hear from the lost home. I have a means, I´m just more hesitant, no less.

The songs had no lyrical postscript.

"Round up, whores," warden Michelle commanded.

We were taken to the choreographer who specified how to stretch and shine when we will be on the poles and patches of outfits will fly above the drinking boys.

I´ve got a C+ in that discipline. God knows I have been squirming too fast to emit universal ecstasy. To make matters worse, I missed an opportunity to capitalize on the revealed slit. Showing it strikingly was... Well, like tearing myself a new one.

Drunkards have been sent to their rooms, with us leashed symbolically on this occasion, but walking on four behind lazy asses. I was inhaling odor from Shawn´s trousers, the gentlest side of him.

This was the second evening wardens have detained undesirable inmates they somehow determined to be involved in that mad attack on co-lectors.

They make them crawl, on their backs no less, not letting them reach SHU unscathed. And Thompson wants me to sidetrack the beast.

No… This isn´t the right time.

Isn´t it the best time?

 

[Miras]

3-6-2

I entered Shawn´s room, him speeding up to prepare the accessories. I closed the door with my leg. I couldn´t stand up here unless ordered to do so.

"Come to me, my hairless cat, and flatten on the mat."

He threw me a bone by not facing me. On the mat, my head was blown lightly by the black velvet scarf he put in front of me, letting me sniff when I already didn´t see anything but darkness, and tied it on the other side, securing me in a sightless realm, fuck it, people...

Shawn unfastened my outfit personally, one patch at a time. When it was his wish that the mistress should stand, she wore just a thing over her eyes.

"Jetliner," he said.

Here we go again...

Blind, I turned a little and my back fell on the wall. I squatted and poked my knees along with entire thighs, uncomfortable in sitting stool that wasn´t there. I wouldn´t ask for his mercy and Shawn was the one to talk, so he used the right.

"Eat," he commanded and I felt something on my lips. He wasn´t weighing me down as expected. The first bite and the trouble became clear. Chili peppers! One to swallow quickly, but the side-effect was building up. During the end I had a lump of coal in my mouth, then a burning furnace. I was coughing and Shawn´s hair touched my chin. He was applying some cream on my thighs. It was cool for an instant. Horror was manifesting as Shawn set my legs ablaze, just as he did to my tongue. Sounds I was producing might not be far from cock-a-doodle-doo. I was not leaving the position completely, but my legs were opening, I must have resembled a frog that is wavering over her jump. Shawn had the determination. He slammed himself to me, responding to the tremulousness with humping.

The stimulations he´s employing are getting scarier. Lovemaking round terminated, I refused to decay.

I notified the wardens in the company of no one else. I was now a turncoat, wasn´t I? By me seeing the light I rationalized the return to our deserted room, where I recovered Thompson´s sheet. I gave them a taste of what it said and they appreciatively granted me a wish to show it to the security chief myself.

Victoria gal was reading through the faux message unfathomably fed up. She read it twice and you would think there was of explanation of her upcoming tooth extraction that must be carried out without anesthesia.

She didn´t look at me as her benefactor, I was almost being interrogated.

"How was she planning to send it outside?" she asked.

"Our roommate Therese Kelly is now in threesome with another inmate..."

Warden Dorothy and one whose name escaped me laughed in grunt-like tones.

"Thompson wanted to convince Kelly that one of them would distract their man, while the computer would be on and the other would send this to the Thompson´s husband. Utter foolishness, I don´t want anyone to sodomize me, or to hurt the growing up of the student girls who live with us. Take it on Thompson, she deserves no less, so us four continue as always."

"Pity... What a pity," Dorothy said, me and the other warden not following, Victoria presumably did.

"Thank you," the chief said. "Good sign for you. Don´t let to warn Thompson, we will escort her in no time."

So, if this wasn´t all for nothing...

"I have been thinking about one favor for me and friends, to not feel like a rat so much."

A little judgment, a hint of understanding. Victoria´s eyes woke up to a new life.

"Favor?" What do you think would be sufficient?"

"When in the gym, our exercise is more rigid than it should be. We like working out, there´s just no fun, no fun aspect, the people are ready to cane you as one falters. I would like another gym visit before taps. I don´t know if we can trust Kelly just yet, but it could be extended it on student girls, Sky Queen Xiong, and her roommate Fleischer. Our behavior is model one."

Wardens had to laugh for two straight minutes. Victoria reached down for some content of her drawer. A large bottle of vodka and... Funnel.

"If you want to be healthy so much, show also that you can harden your liver. Half a bottle. And you will drink it the way Jenine Thompson will soon be drinking urine."

Russians are maniacal in rekindling their inner flame. All those winters to battle, country´s ally, and foe. Vodka is a double-edged sword when it comes to them, for other nations it is a guaranteed varmint. If some agent of Slavic lands is watching nearby, I was at his or her mercy because of their goods, braying laughingstock shipped to room because she wouldn´t hold the nutrition. Therese and the girls were told it´s Shawn´s fault, but to Thompson, I signalized three words of four sorts of letters.

I did it...

We hoped. We feared.

Sorta rested at 2 a.m., I went to wash my face, not doubting the headache will be done for in a blink of an eye and the gastric juice likes it´s home...

No, it is not happening. I feel good, I will open my mouth to take a burp at mossst...

SPLAAAAAASSSHHHHSTRIIIIIIKEE!

End of denial, the second time it mucked the toilet. Now it can go better.

Unintentionally, I shortened sleep for all of us, step by step. Nobody was angry at me. The new costume initiated event we should have had earlier.

Roasting Zita Hari.

"Loyalists? What are we, Canadians?" asked Barbara.

"I am not relishing in what we are," Zita Hari said. "And the student girl class must nest, Barbara. The whole one year longer stay, don´t you know? Closer to Mayson, closer to nice treatment."

I didn´t join the slimming girl, because of the collaborationist secret of my own. Kissing Devil´s brush always divides people. Forbidden arguments were floating around. We won´t be really loyal. We have plans to turn it against them. Even if Barbara could signalize with us fully, I think she wouldn´t be in rush to sign anyway.

"You should ask Cabrera if she started as while at school." That was her next answer.

"Zita, do what you need to survive, bet never betray your conscience," Therese said monotonously, sight turned to Thompson.

The Bloody politician was harder. "I´m not going to caught fleas from wolf cubs!"

Their time awareness didn´t work properly for once. I was the one wearing a strap harness. They were fighting as people came through the door. I don´t mean just female wardens. A couple of hulking men overtook the usual squad. Zita Hari, Barbara, and Therese didn´t know what to make of it. I correctly anticipated.

They came at my invitation.

 

[Miras]

3 - 6 -Finale

"Thompson," one of them said. "You are to be relocated to long-term detention. As you are. Your chastity belt stays here too. Line of defense has no place in the next suite, you rotten fuckmeat."

Barbara walked to the oaf and I suppose she wanted to stamp on his foot, but with him agilely scooping her lifted leg and waist, she just bruised her butt. Her cry was definitely not out of pain, she wouldn´t whine about that... Therese helped her to stand by one arm and she raised the other one to the oaf, him proving quick reactions, chucked her. Her fall made Barbara go back on the floor.

Zita Hari, by the way, simply held cheeks, pressed against the window. Escorted Thompson also didn´t say a word.

The first day we were led in a group of four...

I was concerned nobody will validate my reward. Only when Dorothy did that, I invited roommates for a walk and in the park, I explained the situation. Therese was the most furious one, but she, like the girls, hungered for the results. Zita Hari compared it to the moral ground of her own and made Barbara more receptive to the Loyalist program.

I told Dorothy I want the extra gym round on Saturday, when the Homemaking is last on the class schedule. On Friday I obtained little necessity in the workshop. I cut off two pieces of scotch tape. They waited under the skirt and on the weekend evening, when I served the food, I sat on the familiar heater. The wedged dialing device returned to momma.

In the gym, I was lusting for the barbell. Like Shawn, I had an application for weights. Preparing the one that will be just beside my right hand, I turned on the covered device, entered the Wi-Fi password and I filled out the desired contact. I activated the simplistic voice control and stuck it with scotch tape, over the screen, and buttons. Hopefully, that will render it invisible to cameras.

I was weightlifting and opening my mouth conspicuously, singing. After one whole song, I said "Call". The device was beeping for nineteen lifts. I forbid myself from taking a break.

The elderly coarse voice of a male thundered.

"So you can tell me. Which of my one-night stands I fancied so much, I was so stupid to give a number?“

 

[Miras]

In the Loving Memory of Darth Plagueis the Wise

Chapter 4, Part 1 (1)

Stacey

I refrained from laughing in triumph. He could hang up and never respond again.

"Mr. Damasio, I´m Hamilton! The gal who found your Porsches. And the niece."

The next time he answered, he didn´t sound any more moderate.

"I remember knockers that might have been more enjoyable than those cars if somebody wasn´t demure! Why don´t I see anything, babe? If you got it, show it!"

"Mr. Damasio, I was snatched! I´m in Princess Tower since September and I finally swindled them, so I could call you. I need to hear... About everything."

Bohemian-to-the-last-moment Hugo becomes as articulate as in those moments you ask him to sign a check.

"Fellow internal security boy, it´s an honor to be inspected... I screwed up, didn´t I? I should have gone with it and tell fellows at Fraternal poli..."

"Hugo Damasio, you are not scammed! If that is what you think when you are contacted by a distressed smart hottie, who was dreaming about you for two and half months, I begin to see, why you were wasting your time making money, bolstering the mammon. It was a replacement for the missing heart and charm."

I thought he will try to shake off the accusation.

"How did you connect?"

"Female vices, well-positioned friend, said friend sacrificing herself for you and tomboy playing Judas. What have you been doing lately? Banking programs? Space defense investments?"

"Computer magnate attaches himself to anything requiring digital components. Preferably, thus crushing the competition on the global scale thanks to the Scottish partners as long as he has them... Back in the States era, you didn´t care where is who from, but totalitarians scrutinize..."

"I take it The Unite Republic didn´t cease to fortify the frontiers?"

"You don´t know the best, babe. Brave Hunters didn´t like the perspective of an enemy bridge from Greenland and Iceland, so they just swooped over both islands on the same night. Later, their representatives offered Scottish and Irish drinks with green ice cubes. One of the things that made them consider non-aggression pact and neutrality in hostility as the best solution."

"So, Brotherhood has nothing to worry beyond The Channel."

"Not at all. That damned Brexit, that was the first thing that broke the West, if you ask me."

"What about Europe?"

"Russians just keep to their deals, but Polish... You see, they don´t call it that way, however, they preventively conquered some countries of their own before they could join FPA. Czechia, Slovakia, all of Baltics. Norway and Austria were most impressed and in the last weeks, they consolidated the alliance in Warsaw. If somebody can turn things back to normal, it´s the Polish."

The Sun rising far away.

"Damasio, I would tell you what is going to on here. Do you know someone who would make it go viral?"

Old man´s voice regained the full pungency.

"What would you tell me, babe? That people´s daughters, sisters, wives, and mothers are being brought up in the spirit of The New Morality? That their obedience is made anew? That they are being serviced by increased pain threshold?"

"Many guys must be wanking by the thought alone."

I was disappointed.

"Relatives do not. Understand, babe... I am not committed to any of this. Wives of mine and the friends do not work. That would be against their conviction. And if they don´t fuck us, there is plenty of candidates. But some affected people inherited leverages from the previous regime and other people know people. Enough of them to postulate that female reeducation should be in the direction of every individual man. The Brotherhood tried to stop them in an original way."

"Original?"

“They legalized them, registered them, but they had to answer to the official counselor. They still do, with a difference some members are his... Well, his equals. They nag the usual Brotherhood members. Oh, and they call themselves The Rear Riders."

The choice has appeared. Whoresons aren´t sure who of them reverted to domestic procurers.

"Do you know any of them personally??"

"Babe, when you are mating with bastards, you choose either the attractive ones or those with more stable authority."

"Please, find somebody. I will help him to discredit the project."

"I offer goods when I have one. I am looking for a rich buyer when I have one. How often can you be making proposals, babe?"

"I will try to maintain the two weeks interval."

"I don´t know if I´ll have anyone in a month. Friendliness to some is now a war declaration to others."

"Damasio, what about your niece?"

"She is not hiding. Along with her husband, she lives normally in South Africa."

"They won their race... Think about such free spirits, dishonored forever."

I terminated the call, concealed the device, and shouted for the warden.