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The Princesses in the Tower, by Miras

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5-5-2

For two days, Enzo remained the abreaction and reassurance I had once expected from talking to Mom and Dad. A few minutes with was a gift, thanks to which I suddenly did not regret that one of those days was, in fact, my birthday. No one knew about it, and I didn't tell anyone. We had to make holidays and celebrations of our own.

We carried apples for pies from their branches to the kitchen, where we processed them. All that was missing was the planting of apple trees so that we would touch all the stages of preparation. It blessed me anyway. Except for working with a knife or a scraper, I suffered quietly during the cooking, while baking was a joy. Mom may have been a famous musician, but she also baked, and I always sincerely thanked her for those wonderful combinations of dough, sugar, fruit, and everything that went well with both an aperitif and a morning coffee.

I felt good behind the piles of apples on the plate. I didn't have to look at the lectors, and instead of their swearing, I listened to how our harvest was torn apart on the grater. I didn't want to sniff around about other people's results, but a short distance away, I heard the more unpleasant sound of metal sliding down something harder. I continued to grate but also looked at the end of the desk. Louisa Polivka tilted her grater and looked into it, the corners of her lips twitching. Jeez, she's already beaten some of us. If she wants to use it as a weapon...

Suddenly she closed her eyes convulsively, gripped the grater tightly in her right hand, and rested her cheek on it. She moved her head.

I hoped to heaven cooks would think she just slipped when I ran in her direction and held her elbow for a while. "Are you an emo, you ditz?!" I chid her with unhearable expressions.

I didn't know, if it was me shaking Louisa's arms like that or if it was her tossing and turning. It looked like she would have said something to me if her tongue hadn't stuck between her teeth. I had trouble remaining calm, and my head cooled down a little by a walking stick from behind. I turned to co-lector Harris. The face with the bandaged nose filled me with fear, even though it looked uncertain.

"She was going to cut herself," I told her. Harris didn't even try to listen to me. She pushed me to my spot, and I overheard her comforting Louisa. Hell, what if she was doing it for attention? When she's not beating someone up, she loves drama around her and doesn´t hesitate about creating it if necessary. We also had an English lesson that day. While lectured by Sylvia - Mrs. Other Brunkow, who never spanks - Louisa twisted her leg so that her chain played a melody against the floor and the wood of the table. I confronted her.

"Can you control yourself? So talk to us, dammit! Instead of bullying us or cutting your face."

"I don't want to," Louisa said in a weak voice. "I made a mistake. People forgave me. I wasn't worthy of that..."

It sounded like more and more dope stuff, but as Louisa wept with anguish, I didn't even care what she was talking about. I felt she was going to try something else, so I watched her in the hallway. She looked sadly at the wardens without wanting anything from them. I stupidly underestimated it and only understood when she went crazy again. One warden was not following our march. She was heading somewhere in the opposite direction, clearly pissed off. Louisa looked at her and casually crossed her path. The woman, who had lost her balance herself, looked at Louisa, who coughed nervously and dropped on her ankles and wrists. The reaction did not take long.

"Pull yourself together, you moronic malingerer!" shouted the warden, kicking Louisa in the side. Once she laid on her back, the warden kicked her even harder, sending her closer to her colleague, who struck the girl with less zeal, but the same enthusiasm for abusing the helpless. I hated to see it, I didn't even wish it on Louisa, and the question of what the girl was punishing herself for was poisoning my mind. My classmates didn't consciously notice it. They had their interviews, after all. I had no courage to take the most difficult steps, too afraid of getting hit by a club. But I blamed myself in front of Enzo, and he recognized something.

"Barbara, you don't have to beat yourself up," he told me as I was sweating through the list of things I thought were worth sacrificing for married life. "You are different today, and I don't want to interrupt the session. Husband and wife must be persistent."

I sobbed.

“Tell me honestly what happened since the last time.”

I carefully introduced him to the desperate actions of "one girl from the class."

He snapped his fingers. "You are alluding to the issues of Ms. Polivka, are you not?"

"Is she a legend?" I asked incredulously.

"She had already stirred up some trouble when she talked to Hubert. My friend tried to calm her down - by his usual means. The Wardens then had to slap her long after they left. however, she was the kind of lady who doesn't respond well to that." He sighed. "May I suggest something?"

I felt that it was impossible to say no here, so I nodded.

"The two of us can try to find out what happened to her. If we will succeed and it is clear how to help her, I'd like to invite you to something better. The older ones of you Princesses seem to enjoy some culture here and there with your lovers. I'd like to invite you... Well, on a date. Where we can relax, and live in the moment. Not just discussing."

I'll eat all the sugar before it comes to the whip. "Agreed," I confirmed. "But how do we get Louisa to talk?"

"Your classmate has certainly had enough to say to mine."
 
5-5-3

It looked like I had an excellent excuse today to skive sadomasochism and maybe even the Beatnik movement.

Graham was lying stretched in his touring suit, probably back from the park. He looked a little out of breath, got angry when he saw Enzo, and quickly packed up some DVDs scattered on and under the table at the sight of me. The fact that we came irritated him, and Enzo's question didn't remind him of anything he would tell his parents at home.

"She was so stupid," he muttered. "When I talked to her, I found out that she had breakfast cakes hidden under her clothes. She said it was for her aunt, who is here with her. Sometimes she sobbed and told how she was meeting her. Everything revolved around this bloody aunt."

"Didn't she hurt that aunt somehow?" Enzo speculated.

"I think so. I asked. She was just hinting, so I told her to either stop or explain what happened, for God´s sake. She didn't do either, so she received birch twenty times on bare and even that wasn't enough. "

"So she has someone close to him," Enzo said, more to me than to him.

The lad's verve was building with each piece of information. He figured Clara wouldn't make any problems and tell him who Louisa's aunt was. I deliberately counted how many minutes he would be in her office. There were six of them. He came out, and I thought he would have vomited his tongue if he didn't control his gagging.

She is in the SHU right now, as she is every break," he offered a half-explanation. “I know where we'll find her… Even if I don't want to.”

In the corridors, he was losing color rather than recovering. As he correctly guessed, when he found cell number 314, the warden opened it for him.

Inside was one of the oldest prisoners I've seen here. Forty-something was bleeding from the lips, and although her chastity belt, the only part of her clothing, remained undamaged, her inner thighs were incredibly bruised.

To complete the image of her helplessness, she had both arms in casts, which was not likely the result of an accident.

She couldn't even step out of solitary confinement, so Enzo and I went in, and she barely fit on a narrow bench.

"My name is Enzo Romano, this is Barbara Pignon..."

"My pleasure," the woman said neutrally. “My name is Saratoga Clarence.”

"So it's you!" I shouted without thinking. Louisa's aunt was the one who attacked Harris!

"I came for your niece," I changed my tone hesitantly. "I don't know what's wrong with her, but it's getting worse."

Mrs. Clarence swallowed hard and nodded. "There's been something wrong with her for years, ever since she started kindergarten. Then she seemed to calm down, but she threw a tantrum when it became clear that they wanted to take her here. Her father—my brother—and I have complained, and the result was that they loaded me too. I was glad to be able to look after her, and now it got a little harder. We've both gone crazy here, as you can see." she raised her arms sadly. I was also starting to feel sick, but suddenly Enzo looked braver and more willing to say something encouraging.

"Your niece is starting to hurt herself... I think she realized that she doesn't want to bully others. It does seem like she's blaming herself for something specific. Something she could talk to Mrs. Rosenstein about. Once or twice. And the worries would be over."

Clarence let out a loud breath. "Perhaps she would hurt herself more by confessing."

She dodged the question and started to panic inside. She knows something. And suddenly I looked over at Clerence with her broken arms and fluttering eyes, and it dawned on me. It was Louisa who attacked Harris! Aunt was just covering for her. And that's why she can't talk to anyone about it.

Enzo looked at me. Then to her.

"I think you've told us all we need to.” Then he hugged her and said goodbye to her for both of us.

"Do you know what she did?" he asked me quietly outside.

"What is more important is what we do.”

"The two of us are going on a date," Enzo said with a sarcastic laugh. "I'll keep quiet, that's often a virtue. And you, Barbara? Find the best moment and tell Louisa you know. Does she need a confidant who won't suffer for her? Why wouldn't you be a good fit?"

"That isn't calling for a confidant," I countered. "She can´t forgive herself and needs Harris not to bump herself off."

"Maybe she blames herself so that she considers her life a meaningful one, " Enzo stated cynically. "She knows no other way." He cleared his throat. "A lot of people don't fit here."

Here, here, here. Why does this simple word have to acquire such a flavor?

All my roommates gave their version of "How was your day?" but I snubbed them. I lacked the imagination to lie and didn't want my findings to become known to anyone who doesn't need it.
 
5-5-4

I did not wish a living soul to long for death. Between lessons, I tried to give Louise a hint. She turned out to be oblivious. I mentioned her before Harris. She overdid it with caution. I didn't mind the idea of harassing other female teachers. It just so happened that I pulled the coat of Sylvia Brunkow.

It didn't matter how much I reassured her, she deferred to me as if the principal had sent me.

"She completed many of her assignments only after I gave her more time or if we talked for two hours about what specifically I want from her." Other-Brunkow sighed dramatically. "Since she would like to be hemisphere away, she mostly expresses herself with a crude escapism." She showed me Louisa´s papers, full of images of mythical beasts, first alive, then decapitated or quartered.

I found even a Gorgon whose face was composed of more than one Montserrat feature.

"She must be her sworn enemy," I noted. "Louisa kicked Montserrat recently."

Other-Brunkow supplemented the report. "I discussed it with Roberta. Louisa dislikes Montserrat´s character on your show, and she took it on her after one episode. Escapism has some… Troublesome aspects."

I told Enzo about the whole thing, and it caught his interest. He asked me to be watchful in the morning.

I was watchful. Also, watched one. At breakfast, we watched the new heroics of Shieldmaidens. Inmates and Paladins alike.

The Wardens then yelled profanity at us to hurry up, but Enzo interrupted their insults. "The two of us want to do an additional interview." The other man of the couple was Graham, checking his smartwatch, uninterested in the female crowds. He must have grown numb.

Officially, they wanted to have it out with me, and Louisa in the empty dining room.

“Do we have to be here… So many in one spot?” asked Louisa, who probably felt better as a small fraction of the inhabitants.

"We have a hypothetical scenario for you," Enzo said meekly. "Here, Miss Pignon and others are performing in an entertainment show, and Mr. Graham wants to see if girls like you can learn from it."

"Let the miss try to piss me off a little less," growled Graham. "I know what to do with those rods to make them sting as much as possible."

Enzo supported Louisa and fixed her on the chair again.

"Our hypothetical scenario is this. Are you sure you wish the protagonists of the show victory over the Werewolf Queen?"

"Hmmm."

"The Werewolf Queen is sending her curses around the world, doesn't she?"

"Yes, right at the beginning and then maybe in that episode where . . ."

"She does it often. Imagine if that curse hit you simply because you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. It also hit your loved ones and turned one woman into a crow warrior."

"I wrote this script when I overdid it with vitamin supplements," Graham stated.

"You were badly affected by that curse," Enzo continued. "You attacked that warrior when you didn't want you to, and you've regretted it ever since. The crow warrior herself realized what was happening to her."

Enzo paused and looked at Louisa. She was swinging her legs nervously, but there was excitement in her eyes, and she probably mouthed breathlessly what he was saying to herself.

"Now tell me. Is it all your fault? Or is it something you can get over just by stopping blaming yourself?"

Louisa was startled for a moment but opened up to him.

"I should talk about it more!" she exclaimed. "Writing about it, letting the world know what I felt." With a fleeting glance, she assessed the apathetic but smiling Graham, in front of whom she did not seem confident.

“Louisa, this is all fiction.” I kept up the pretense. "But if you want, you can write a Shieldmaidens Raid fanfiction. We might even use some of it in an episode."

Louisa gave me an enthusiastic hug and assured me several times that she would do exactly that.

"Am I satisfied yet?" Graham asked Enzo.

“You're not, but you can go work on it.”

When it was just me, and my Paladin in the dining room, I patted his shoulder and squeezed his hand.

"Don't forget to be properly romantic tonight, Barbara," he said conspiratorially.
 
5-5-5

Today will be grand, and Enzo will contribute to it. I didn't want to sit for a while and lie down for a longer time. The Tower leadership must know what I think of them, and they don't care. It would be worthwhile to prove to them that I have an opinion on something else and use my head. In Mayson's office, we found ourselves lined up with haughty supervisors and their imitators. Zita breathed some self-congratulations at the sight of Mayson, and I dared to overtake her. My suggestion "Co-lectors should perhaps be employed as soon as you let them go, regardless of the husband's will" made people angry, but they couldn't deny that I was following their logic. Mayson wrote it down somewhere. They told me to shut up only when it occurred to me that we, who will be here for two years, deserve twice as much money for the possible work.

"You mustn't write your future in front of them all the time. That's what they mainly want to do," Zita told me during the long bathroom break.

"With the stature come the means to pull people out of the mud," I replied.

"You made some good points," affirmed Zita. "Just believe me when I say I have your best interests in mind too."

“Hey, you are to me what I am to you.” We gave ourselves a high five. "And A-Student is always right," Zita said with a raised eyebrow. Before I left the room to meet Enzo, I took my Homemaking outfit and hung something on my nipple. It was a bit of a misdemeanor, but no one will punish me. Enzo will praise me if I show him.

This time he was waiting for me in the dining room dressed in a dark blue shirt and leather pants. He immediately stood next to me, and we had to giggle briefly. He put his arm around my shoulders and said, "I'm going to drown in beauty today."

I watched the tension. I had a date, and at the same time, I was at the maximum level of the inmates who went to events with their Heirs. Was today the first time I surrendered to a guy? I swore to myself that I wouldn't stoop to that, but after what Enzo did, It was like someone turned a switch inside me.

I let him lead me to the airy cube of the gallery room with the green carpet. There were many couples, heterosexual and two women ones. Cindy Dunn was looking at pictures of girls with cartoonish big eyes alongside her Heiress. Enzo and I didn't like it, so we headed straight for the wall, where two creations were spread over the halves of it.

The two of us watched the work depicting a group of people, where the children had planets instead of heads and the seniors had fuzzy nebulae. Another couple noticed us. Jesus - Nicole and Mr. Yoon. I waved at the now sober man, and after his reaction, Nicole had to hold his arm. Enzo took me further away, to an African landscape dominated by a giraffe made out of white banana mass.

"Do you like this style?" Enzo asked.

"I like animals, but those should produce meat, right?" That didn't sound like an answer worthy of the daughter of two cultured people. "That one was better, but that's not it either. I don't understand why people need experiments or abstractions. I like real nature, I like love."

"Oh yeah," Enzo said. “But the most famous paintings don't show naked guys.” He pointed to a sleeping female figure on the side wall. "The sculptors were more likely to shock people by that. And I don't see lovers walking here anywhere. If I leave out the visitors, of course."

I blurted out how savvy he was, no matter how much I had to exaggerate to make him happy with himself. We talked to a few acquaintances. His classmate Johansson brought a computer technician who was already thinking about a new application of silicone. Other-Brunkow was constantly groped by her Heir in a suit that would get both student and teacher expelled.

That didn't excite me, but my guide did. When I had the chance, I moved a little in front of Enzo and bowed. He liked it, by the glimpse of him. When he got bored with a conversation, I was the one who knew how to end it. When I saw he was bored with the pictures, I suggested we could return to the dining room, which he was fine with. He sat down, looked at my face, and said, "You are a gemstone, Barbara. Thank you for your gleam."

"I think you would like more from me," I said lasciviously, touching his chest. I didn't wait for him to say anything, just following the language of his eyes. I unbuttoned my blouse, which I then lowered over my shoulders.

"Look... You'd like to get to know other parts of me. They're waiting. For your hands. For your nifty tongue."

"Are you…?" he began cautiously.

"I'm already of legal age," I answered truthfully. "And you're not a coward, are you?"

Something inside me screamed as the knuckles on his fingers brushed against my exposed skin. Seeing my vast boobs uncovered with a bra, he gasped in admiration. I tried to wiggle them gently, but he was already squeezing one tit until he noticed what was hanging on one of my nipples.

"Let's see, the key from you?"

Instead of answering, I swayed my hips and propped myself up on his legs. I didn't even pull up the skirt too much. I reached into it with both hands and started to pull down my panties from both sides. I was practically bragging to Enzo about how I made them come down to my ankle, and I at least tried to spin them with my foot.

The young man did not hesitate and raised one edge of his skirt to his chin. I was tickled by the key, rattling on my most intimate part, but I was looking forward to the penetration by another instrument.

As the chastity belt slid down my thighs, I unzipped the Paladin's flap and reached inside. Paradoxically, his bulging manhood got in the way of getting rid of his underwear, but I was determined, and the purple crown, stretching the slightly wrinkled and reddened skin, was exposed. I teased him, but I didn't want him to come right now. I behaved as any girl should in such a situation and spread my legs, even though I was swaying (I hope cutely).

Enzo kissed my lips passionately and pulled me down a little. The one-eyed snake crawled up me valiantly, its hardness driving me crazy. I flinched to see what he would do. He slowed down a bit but started petting the fur. I licked his ear, and it felt like the best pinwheels. I bumped into him. Enzo tried again. He wanted to drive into me for one attempt but thumped and rebonded. He froze, but his pause didn't last long. He repeated it a second time, a third time. Going, going, sold! Shit, it hurt, but I took it as a necessary test. When I had him in me, I pulled away and began to set the pace. It was deliciously teasing. Like I was pumping something in my waist. Enzo's hands drew inspiration for love movements, and you can say that they were also my muse. Meanwhile, my fingers probed the material under Enzo's shirt and pants. Although I was a fragile maiden, I had the impression that as I squeezed his ass, I was lifting both of us. He rocked me for it.

I let his fountain bubble up inside me. My pussy climbed the mountain a little earlier. The girls won! I must have warmed him around his cock, and I could feel the heat behind my nails.

Did Viola have this much fun with Dwight? Who could be surprised that she married him?

Enzo was amative and did it a second time. It would surprise many girls that he was far from self-absorbed. He watched me attentively, and when he realized I was missing something, he slowed down to figure out what it was.
 
5-5-Finale

I woke up several times before morning, and each time I remembered the pleasure, the touches on my curves and inside.

Many of us were better off, but I couldn't forget one person who was still in need. I called Mayson during one of the breaks, disappeared from our group in the afternoon, and made it nervous at dinner.

Therese was about to pull me close, but her hand slipped limply over my secretary's outfit. I've never seen her so confused. She looked timidly at Zita in her school uniform.

“You don't have a Loyalist meeting.”

I stroked her hand, clutching the spoon. "I'm only here for the soup today. I signed up for a voluntary assignment. For another inmate, not for the establishment," I assured them, even as Stacey looked even more blank.

“Yeah, Therese,” I said to my adoptive mom. "Thanks for your help, but I'm not going crawl to you at night anymore. Some need it, but I can't send them to cuddle with you." I devoured the soup in a few minutes. I said goodbye to my roommates and found Mrs. Clerence's table. The women around her took turns moving her cutlery and drinks. My help was welcome.

“I can't accompany you to the SHU,” I whispered to the lady with her hands in casts. "But today, you are kneeling in cold water!"

Okay, I was a fool to say it so happily, but I followed up quickly. “For such torture, someone politically aware can accompany you to preach to you, so I took it upon myself.”

She smiled sadly and kissed my ear. And it warmed me up because it wasn't just an expression of love, like from one´s parents, but it also contained gratitude, like maybe my baby will kiss me one day.
 
Chapter 5, Part 6 (1)

Agatha

Harlots are new ladies. According to that motto, I proudly exposed my tits and made a way to my cunt. The new age was lenient towards me, but some gentlemanly demands rose. That is how it came that I alternate between being a teacher and a student.

As soon as I explained to the group of inmates, completely pale with fear, how they could improve their results in Lovemaking, I put on a green evening dress in my room. It covered my legs, but the neckline didn't leave much to the imagination. I left my underwear and chastity belt in the room. Nowadays, they assume a high-class lady makes concessions to men. I will not by trying to resist any ideas that Beck or Mayson would have when looking at me. Sophia could try something too.

The management slightly changed the hall of the principal's office into something like a cut-out corner of a restaurant. My lovers and chit-chatter stood at the table with Mayson at the top.

Stiletto high heels heralded my arrival in the carpetless hallway. The principal and the sexologist welcomed me. I wished them good evening, kissing their hands according to the new ritual. The principal gave us his blessing, and we took our seats.

Together with Sophia, we were quiet and alert when the men would engage us in conversation. After all, that was my first test of the evening. Mayson complimented Sophia for her preparation, after which Beck remarked that I'm slow in the kitchen, but in bed, I complete my duties in a blink of an eye. He didn't turn his attention to me, so I decided not to mind and filled my mouth with something other than opinions that could set me up for the first detention.

I had to praise myself because after the recent lessons I didn't slurp or drool anymore, although the grub was divine. I don't have that luxury even for dinner. I thought that to taste a whale meat I would have to blow off someone from the White House. Someone did it without being a hooker or the first lady.

Even though it was filling, I still had room in my stomach for dessert. I bit into my chocolate cake and added a kiwi from the fruit bowl. I struggled hard not to scoop up quarters of the goodness with a fork at once.

"Thank you, Mr. Principal," I overtook Sophia with flattery. Even recently, when I addressed him similarly, my syllables didn't connect, and I didn't know what the syllable was. Sophia added some smartness to me.

Mayson just looked at me questioningly. There was another little test waiting for me. Outside, they say, restaurants of all price groups were already equipped with spanking machines suitable for smaller and larger female escorts who wouldn´t behave or violate the previous agreement.

I just had to find something, and I didn't see it, dammit. I tapped the tablecloth, feeling a smaller soft thing with something harder stretching in the middle. I looked at Mayson's sleeves and then at Beck's. I think I figured it out.

"Can I fix it for you?" I touched his protruding button and threads just as I would take little Armando, punched by unrequited love.

Beck didn't object. I took out the thread wrapping the needle from under the tablecloth. I knelt next to him in a position that was a living picture from the Holy Submission textbooks. I tugged at the button, and my trained fingers tied it tight, again. I only pricked myself once.

The sexologist rewarded me with a kiss. Not on the face, much lower. The wretch gave me a shortened thread between my lips and was escorted out by the director, whose mouth dripped with whipped cream. He only allowed me to return to the table after they had said their third goodbye.

Mayson sat down and picked a strawberry. "You're growing ripe, Agatha," he said wearily, then thought about something and spoke. "Of course, you didn't need that much, but the more you cooperate, the faster you learn."

"I've been through so many schools." I laughed because they weren´t handing out diplomas where I came to understand the most important things.

Mayson snorted. "This is supposed to be the last education for you. So many women here have been mechanics, athletes, or artists for no reason, but someone had to show them a new way and release them as persons their husbands do not recognize. Without regretting it..." He looked at Sophia. "It's also a changing phase for the staff, but the Brotherhood hasn't provided us with a better workplace yet. Unfortunately."

I don't see what's bothering him about his throne… "I'm assuming you don't include the six injured little birds we're setting free tomorrow."

Mayson twisted his mouth. He even returned the larger strawberry he had picked to the bowl. The principal and I must have felt that Sophia was silently asking him with her pleading eyes for permission to speak. So Mayson frowned and barked at her.

"The prefect's plans are beyond us," she replied. “We can't grumble when he answers to the princeps.”

"Princeps certainly doesn't want to make holes in the organization," I agreed. “Surely he's not going to ruin our country and go to make henneries.”

"He just built plenty of them," croaked Mayson, gesturing above his head.

We ladies were not amused.

"Do you know who will be leaving us in just a few hours after them?" Mayson said. "Paladins. Of course, they'll listen to some fanfare and get more witnesses. Inmates are supposed to pay tribute mainly to men. All the while, no one will bow to me. I heard that the future wife was chosen only by White, and what´s more, he also fucked somebody as the only one. I mean of his own volition. Romano deflowered one, but she had to ask for it."

"Tragedy. They had such options." I whistled.

"Well, they seem stupid to me, but we can call them respectful," continued the principal. "Agatha, you are professional and cooperative. Could you - Go to each of them and offer a parting gift?"

It was upsetting when they told me that White didn't want me for an interview, but maybe he would start a bachelor party before he married Irene. "The boys are polite, so I hope they won't refuse your generosity." I stood up and put my hands on my hips. "And the most willing woman here will once again prove how much she likes her friends. Plus, all the men who want her."

"I knew it," Sophia said. "Too bad. I could have been the one to return to the oldest profession. We're colleagues, Agatha. I once needed cash for study expenses."
 
5-6-2

Most of the Paladins were admiring the girls outside, so I followed the only one inside.

Romano was almost packed, his bulging suitcases lying on the bed, and only the smallest one was still open. Of course, Paladin paused stuffing when he saw me walking towards him, beaming in rhythmic movements like a wave of Latina charm. On the other hand, his stiff but muscular arms. If I had panties on, there would form a Texas-sized spot on them.

"To what do I owe this honor, fellow, the first co-lector?"

"Come on, champion, we are those, who have been honored, and I could say a few more hackneyed phrases, but the truth is I'm here to cheer you up, to be a reminder of our ecstasy at your visit." I clumsily grabbed the hem of my dress. He might have been blushing, but most of his blood was probably going elsewhere. I smiled widely, kicking off my shoe. I was about to take my clothes off completely when he stopped me.

"We'll do it together." He slowly unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall. I couldn't take my gaze off that manly chest, hirsute and trained. I imitated a crazy ballerina and leaned my foot on the other knee, firing my dark thigh upwards, proudly exposing my shapely calf. I gently lifted the dress to show my belly.

Romano confidently unzipped his pants. Something was already tightening his boxers. I didn't hesitate and finally slipped out of the dress. My tits certainly dazzled as always. I realized I had one shoe left. I took it off and covered my pussy with a fake grimace of embarrassment.

Romano took off his boxers. He didn´t have it very long, but that is not necessarily the disappointment. I wasn´t going to meet him and waited to see what he would do.

He couldn't surprise much, but he did it gently. He approached me and graciously took the shoe. Then he got closer to me from the side and gave me a minor slippering of three blows. That warmed me up, and I touched his cock. But he took my hand and hugged me. Since then, he stopped playing innocent and bit my nipple on the left and then again on the right. Meanwhile, he was hugging me and caressing me under the neck. I tried to lean back a lot. He immediately followed me. He directed me to lean against the bed, a small piece free of his trunks. My legs gave out as the heavy weight of his body landed on top of mine. I kissed him for a long time, which he probably took as the ultimate request for penetration. Mr. Romano completed his noble visit and connected with me. I pulled away and engaged everything I could to get him to slow down, and we both enjoyed it.

The climax was so maddening, that I almost failed to notice he cummed. We were both weakened at that moment, but he was hysterical, and I was a beast of prey. I turned Romano onto his back and touched him all over the front, from his useless nipples to the thick pubic hair above his resting cock. His sighs were endless, and he looked like an angel on a cloud.

He and I were greedy. We just showed it differently. My lower abdomen felt warm, and Romano gasped as I stood up, my breasts blocking his view. I scored here. There are still three stops left.

"You were a good boy, but now I have to woo your friends."

Romano caressed my cheek. "Such a striking nimble fox must have her burrow complimented. I'll call them that."

He wasn't even talking for ten seconds on his cell phone.

"They said they are chatting with some former travel agency representative. They won't make time for you until tomorrow before they leave. They don't know what they're missing. I'll tell them!"

Don't let the boys think I have nothing to do. I´ll be done with them in five humps!

I wanted to complain to the girls in the room, but they were fussing about. Not sure at first. I thought they didn´t want the work.

Ellen was walking in circles, switching unsteadily from curses to sentences. "They made me operate twenty washing machines and iron the rags out of ten! Bitches just sat there. They say we privileged ones must now thank by overtaking the work. They also took my cookbook, and I have to cook from memory. I also have to choose between the hairdresser and the flight attendant course."

"We're supposed to have advantages, but I'm just massaging Malcolm and sucking him up," Irene said.

"They are keeping us close," I suggested feebly.

"They bought us so they could sell us all the better later," Olivia said. "Why isn't one of us getting released tomorrow?"

"I don't want to leave here," I told her.

"Me neither now," said Irene. "I'm betrothed to the bastard who would like to fuck me at night and hang me in the wardrobe for the day. Sometimes I see a spark of a killer in him, so I hope he isn't a necrophile."

"Make your pussy wet, say only a nice thing, and appear dumber than you are," I said. "Guys are as simple as that."

"You think about yourself and no one else, Agatha," Olivia retorted. “That's why you think others should be more like you."

When neither of them wanted to agree with me, I went to sleep. They sounded unshagged.
 
5-6-3

I met the Paladins as a whole the next day after lunch. I was invited as a single inmate in the circle of Tower leadership and special guests, including that Whatshisname, the fiancé of Xiong. We straightened our backs in front of the entrance. Further in the courtyard were parked buses with guardians of the released ones. Mayson told me he forbade them from walking around.

The plan to release the Paladins is more spectacular. The space was brought to life by the gold-woven tablecloths of the catering tables, and the columns of plates shone on them how clean they were. There, people will later refresh themselves while walking among the enormous tentacles of the glass octopus, each ending in a detailed transparent throne.

The ceremonies were not for inmates. Mayson did agree with the silly ritual. He could not, however, agree less with Prefect's nonsensical opening of the gates. He was mute and tight-lipped, in the same vein as my shier clients – hubbies with guilty consciences or lonely geeks who came to me after years of trying and denial.

The principal was watching us to see if we were going to say something, and it seemed our silence gave him at least a little pleasure. We followed unspoken prohibition. No one had to say goodbye to the released ones coming out. We laughed at their mewling inside during the last inspection. In this, a white girl was no different from a Chinese girl, an ugly duckling from a beauty. And all four girls quickly ran to their savior from the family.

The fifth one screamed more. She received a slap and, when protested, a second one. Our committee disbanded and went to see her. That bitch was lying on the ground holding the hem of her panties. Nothing new under the sun. A male enforcer held by his forefinger and middle finger a spangling flake the size of a postage stamp.

I had no inkling of who the girl was, but Mayson sent her to a lie detector test just as a formality. He immediately declared that it was the plot of her roommate Lolle, another cool co-lector. He checked the records of the 3D printer and confirmed she had printed something like this in the pile of trash for Roberta.

Wardens came for her at once. I knew the female teachers were with her and wanted to gather them inside. They had to pull her from the freaking large soccer field. She screamed, calling wardens whores, a name I flinched from hearing for the first time in my life. Some inmate was oblivious the training finished and kicked the ball to the bars of the field´s fence with full force. "Let them crack Manderville´s head like that!" she shouted. Bitches cried with joy and did kicks in her image.

I approached each co-lector separately, and each supported me to sit in the cabinet.

"This could get us in a shitstorm," I began as we all gathered behind one board. "Do you know anything about this? Can't you think of anything to show that she's innocent? Girls, these questions can come up in an interrogation. And when I say interrogation, I mean cutting off your breasts with a chainsaw!"

Roberta snorted. "Agatha, you, like me, probably don't know what information she was even trying to sneak, but it won't be anything I would get my hands on. Whereas Mayson thought of Lolle, so she probably has secret contacts."

For some unknown reason, Ekström looked at Roberta about as benignly as a pimp who thinks you're cheating him out of money. "Lolle loves it here, and she's not two-faced, Brunkow. It looks like she´s been set up. Hard."

"Preston lived in your room," Armitpree stated. "Anybody could have done it. But, if she didn't, the factual culprit wanted it to look that way. Someone hates her enough, but that includes many people, from your Arab girl to the whole classes she taught. But the truth is that only we could enter it here for printing. We each had a means and maybe a motive."

“None of us have all the primal means—the data,” Sylvia pointed out. "So what little we have, points to Lolle. She sleeps with Gina sometimes. She could have put it there when they made love the last time."

"Ekström, you share Lolle's folders," thought Cecilia. “Maybe she printed something she just thought was hers...”

"Shut up!" I have never experienced them like this before. "Better to cooperate than to kick the bucket. I thought you understood that. Now, I am under the impression that you all are keeping something from me. So I will trust myself, as I used to."

They left the room at breakneck speed, except for the whiniest of us.

Ruby was sitting in a chair. She wasn´t moving, any more than she had been talking before. I didn't fancy the prospect, especially when she finally moved her hand to wipe the drop between her eye and nose.

"Girl, I'll defend Lolle, but none of us would cry because of her."

Ruby swallowed. Those cows used her as a hostage, and she's rarely been happy since. I am not prepared to ask her if it is true that she is on pills.

"Don´t you understand it?" she said slowly. "Didn't you hear? The people rejoice. They hate her because they hate us. Just like those!"

Now she was crying out loud, reminding me of my boy after birth.

"Ruby, what do you care? I'm important. I'll take care of our friends. Everyone else can kiss my ass."

The girl took a few breaths. That is what I probably looked like when I gave birth.

"Agatha, you can't see inside me. I often wish somebody would kill me. Why would I blame them? They are not living here as humans. I want to ask Nicole to strangle me. I'm turning each break if someone is pointing a gun at me. "

She said she wished to be cacked. So why is she afraid?

"Ruby, there are people who don't like us, and then there are those who put us to use. We will only deal with the latter."

Ruby snorted into her tissue and looked away from me.

"That is not how people are split anymore. Not anymore," she repeated.

Do you have to make the world complicated?

I had my memory in one piece. Lolle took hostages together with Ursula. Lolle got out of it without a problem. They even made her a co-lector. She must have been bitch of someone important and the kind who was wiping his ass with Mayson. If I get involved, they can target me that much sooner. But I liked Lolle, and maybe it was normal for people to adore me, not hate me. Damn, I thought that because of Ruby?

Something fought inside me, and I was pissing on that I was ordered to do the Holy Submission task. The active one, in my case. They sent me to my room, where the Shifty-eyed Zero was suffocating on a chain.

I changed into latex and took a martinet. "If you hate me, I don´t care about it," I relieved myself.

Shifty-eyed Zero spoke barely audibly. "I don´t hate you, Agatha. Hate distorts how we perceive. It blocks our access to God."

I made her sit on the floor. "You probably feel something about me. And it's unlikely to be anything like when you were with your mother."

Shifty-eyed Zero sighed. "Parents aren't always the best of people. I let myself be tested by you, Agatha. You remind me of, what I don't want to be. You taught me the art of forgetting myself. And I should remind you of what you could be."

I started the thrashing. Martinet must have hit her ass at least seven times. In rapid succession.

She didn't scream once.

"You're just mocking me." I practiced with my hand and prepared myself for more blows.

"I'm not. Thanks to you, I remembered something."

She's an A-class moron! Now I could laugh at her. "You just told me you learned to forget."

Of course, she continued to ramble on. "I forgot about myself. About what I thought about myself. Thanks to you, I remembered something else. About how innocent a person is when she comes to the world. And how with every sin, we betray the memory of that child. We have to stop doing that. "

"Bollocks. Of course, we're innocent when we're born, for we haven't done anything! Back in Mexico, other street girls went the other way. They thought they´d ascend and be protected if they prayed to the Grim Reaper."

Shifty-eyed Zero blinked. "La Santa Muerte?"

"Yeah, the very one la Niña Bonita. Nothing for me. I am not going to pray to something I want to avoid!"

"We never know how far the death is," argued Shifty-eyed Zero.

"Death is upon us!" I told her. "It always surprises us from within the bodies of our own. That's why we must make our lives beautiful with sweet things."

"No, that's why we have to live like good people, because then the judgment will come, and the bad life will catch up with us."

Something like that happened to Lolle, isn´t that so?
 
5-6-4

According to the wardens, Mayson didn't even think of returning to his office. Sophie praised him for deciding to be present at the interrogation of Lolle. She spoke to me in a soothing voice, never missing a single opportunity to explain that it was okay, that Lolle was guilty, and therefore it wouldn't be troubling the rest of us, and that was suddenly screeching in my ears. Especially after what I heard. If people hate our group, we must care about each other all the more!

Every person can be bought or redeemed by paying a fine. Says a whore who eschewed money. I don´t need cash if I was turned into a doll - like the one for sexually immature women - and taught to use the influence. The trick is that when your notoriety is not enough, you stick to someone luckier with it.

I found out that the Paladins, whose time with us was running out, all sit in the Lovemaking bar. They evaluated the women lined up there who told them about their qualities. Surprisingly, Korean Whatshisname participated.

"Hey, orgy comes!" White bellowed.

"Can't wait for you, guys!" I said with an impromptu smile. "But now I would need you to repay me in advance."

Bitches in Lovemaking outfits could go away.

"We'll happily do anything," Romano testified.

“I heard none of you, except maybe Mr. White, have chosen a wife.”

"Then you heard wrong," Johansson said. "I'll take two. The second wife comes free."

"I've been charmed by a young lady. Going to correspond with her," Romano declared.

"I want to beat whores in a brothel for about a year. Then I'll settle down," added Graham.

I have to talk to them like a smarmy salesperson.

“Gentlemen, you've picked interesting people, but how about a woman damned by the state? You can hang her in a cellar for half a day, then she will suck you down all night long, and you´d rather get busted for mistreating the pride of rats than for her."

"No," Romano stated resolutely.

"I´m interested," said White.

"So!" Did I say that out loud? "I´m sorry, but I have to tell you. You've got to have meaty balls for that. Your dream match is detained by the principal Mayson."

I explained what was happening, and since White had run away, I sat down in the vacant seat.

"Aren't you betraying your great love by staring at the girls here?" I asked the tequila-drinking Whatshisname.

"They want an extra guy to respond to. It could have been this or a hairdressing course," Whatshisname said. "I wanted to see something pretty."

It went against my nature, but I ordered some non-alcoholic pee. I even flushed some of it out in the toilet before the barmaid handed me the phone, and Mayson told me angrily to move my cunt to the security center.

He and White were standing outside the office of the Victoria who runs it.

"I don't know why you thought that up, Agatha," said the principal. "Ms. Manderville is yelling at me when it is clear she's got a lot of pride thanks to someone and would like to give me a clout on the ear. The prefect is asking me on the line, what's going on, and I have no hope of finding out thanks to talking to him. Now a young gentleman has come, whose father has plenty of money, but it won't make up for our trouble, and I don't know how to negotiate or even if I have any authority!”

Men! The woman offers them pleasure, and they are warmongering!

Someone from inside inflicted hard blows on the door.

"You will not silence me! I am his go-between!" shouted the voice of Lolle. "Tie her somewhere immediately and give her something to scream about!" Mayson had lost patience. When we heard nothing but kicks, he opened the door, and we saw Lolle fighting two wardens. Victoria was apathetic, but her subordinates carried out the order efficiently. The way she was thrashing around didn't help save her sweatshirt, and her shorts made it necessary to turn her head almost to the floor. They run her hands through the shackles on the wall. The glistening chastity belt now looked more like a lock confirming her final arrest. She kept screaming.

The wardens stepped back and parted her body with their hands. They unclipped whips from their belts and gave them a good swing. The one on the left whipped it over Lolle's back, and the one on the right sliced her ass hard. Lolle then shouted "Sorry" after each blow, wincing with herself, but the strokes from neither warden did not let up, and she had no room to avoid the whips. As the welts and trickles of blood piled up on her, she lost her defiance.

Did she really only get seventeen shots at each spot?

"She is not afraid to beg and yell," White praised her. “I will like to marry her.”

"You need to discuss this with him," Victoria informed him, handing him the phone.

He picked up a stone-age piece of technology without transmitted image, but he flashed a beaming smile like the prefect standing here with us in a tuxedo and a martini in hand.

"Yeah, I'm not surprised," White whispered into the receiver. "After all, this is a barter. You're probably not exactly poor, but everyone has their basic needs. Yes, in that case, I save fantastic rumors about the parents of my classmates in the email account. Sure, I'll send you the tasting."

He put the receiver on the table and with Victoria's permission played with the computer for a few minutes. He did not stay idle for long and immediately asked the prefect how satisfied he was. "So that was a fifth of my materials. More than a good price for. No, I'll make sure she doesn't leave the house. We have a deal. Just send me the confirmation."

White hit me in the back and did a pirouette on the spot.

"You can see the present constitution has done the unimaginable, and the prostitute knows how a billionaire can get even richer. I'll marry this one and no other. I'll come back with a tool to solidify our union. Without a doubt, we'll leave together."

Victoria wanted to kick me out, but Mayson, even though he was on his way, allowed me to say goodbye to my girlfriend. He took a breather. Not once. I registered it like seven times before he disappeared from here.

I caressed Lolle's back, wondering if she fully understood what fate had decreed for her, what part I had played in it, and whether life with White scared her more than what they would do to her as a traitor.

"You've shown what's in you, Agatha," she told me. "Too bad you didn't go on a big detective investigation to find out who wanted me dead."

Well, my thoughts went elsewhere.

"Do you think you can handle it?" I tried to sound distressed. I thought the result was decent, but I could imagine that not every such marriage can last.

"I'm always learning new rules. Agatha, lean in," she added very quietly.

I poked my head in from the side and checked that Victoria was more peaking if anyone new was coming in, instead of watching the two of us.

"Ekström will delete my access, but I know hers too," whispered Lolle. "AuroraBorealis3715”. Use this password and watch the wonders."

She felt a little grateful. Otherwise, she wouldn't have told me. And the power multiplies!
 
5-6-5

I had to go back to the bar for the Paladins. Outside, I passed White playing with a branding iron.

"Tell Hubert I'll be ready in three-quarters of an hour," he told me. "You two can start fucking a little earlier, then I'll come to him. I think Jack wants to do it somewhere else with you."

He was right. Johansson imagined he would defile me in the principal's office in Mayson´s presence. It was nice that it is coming from someone who I probably won't see again. I also half-seriously offered my services to Whatshisname. He was raging and biting his thumb. I felt like he had a flake stuck to him, like the one that got Lolle in trouble, but with a whiff from White and a little from me, I felt that if this management is going to be in trouble, they deserve it at times.

I came to Grahame wearing leather pants and a jacket. Of course, I had nothing under them. He was holding the riding crop and staring up, although I'd say he had a hard-on, judging by how he rode the crop with his left hand.

"That used to be called 'for an extra charge'." Who knows, maybe he likes cheekiness?

"What do you think of yourself... Dirty slut?" Graham reached out and ran the end of his riding crop through my hair. "You're a schoolgirl here, and if you work, it's for free..." He curled up. "Undress from the waist down."

I grinned and showed him my teeth. I unzipped the lid and put both sides together and apart a few times. Graham impatiently stroked my fingers with the riding crop.

“Aww, damn.”

"I'm not your customer. I'm like your commander in the army. You just earned five strokes on the ass."

Without further ado, I pulled down my pants, placed them on the chair, and stood at attention. My poor pussy was cold.

He walked around me and smacked his lips. "Ask for your punishment."

More sternly but still, passionately, I declared, "Thrash me like a dog." I bent over.

"That's not how you say it, Agatha."

"I was a bad girl. I deserve a spanking."

"So ten in all. Count!"

The riding whip in the back cut through the air and kissed my upper left asscheek.

"Awww, aw, aw, aw." I delivered number one additionally. Graham was whipping me across the ass to my right thigh and then in the opposite direction. I whimpered like a little girl. In the past, I usually overdid it because guys like it that way, but now I didn't have to. My ass was on fire. When I veered too far to the side, Graham made sure to burn my naughty leg. My "ten" was perhaps too celebratory. He then painfully whipped me on the raised feet.

"When a woman wails, a chap can be content," Graham said proudly. "When a whore moans, it goes double. You're women, who I think take advantage of guys. You must remind yourself who's supposed to be enjoying themselves here."

He approached me from behind and wrapped his arms around my waist. I stopped moving even though my leg was burning, and he was groping at my insanely stinging ass. He was - spreading my cheeks. I had to overpower myself not to fight back. I felt like he was cutting my ass with a knife. And then I felt a blunt blow to the anus, in which I sensed the other end of the riding crop.

"AAAAAHHHH!"

"Spread your arms!" Graham ordered.

It was exhausting, but I did it. He tore off my jacket and reveled in the sight of my helpless figure. Then he became just another guy I had to accommodate. His whiskers pinched my face as he kissed me, my cunt responding as his clothes rubbed against my crotch. I finally got wet, and his cock entered me. Graham must have liked my shaking now because he came quickly.

Graham placed me on the floor, so the riding crop lifted me ever so slightly, even when it bent. I played the humbled act and tried to recover inside.

“Come here, James.”

White walked into the room with a naked Olivia next to him.

Geez, where is this going to go, I wonder?

"I have to compliment you," White said slyly. "You had a great time with that dragon lady. And since you found me a beautiful new bride, I'll spare your pussy any more trouble. I'll do it differently and then enjoy another lesbian show."

Now I was pretending to be complaisant a little more. I felt White walking over to me and taking off his pants. He straddled me and moved up to my chest. When I saw his massive cock, I opened my mouth in anticipation, but White placed it between my tits. The pressure up and down irritated my neck. It took him much longer than Graham to climax. I was completely startled when his jizz shot over me and splashed my face.

White scampered away while I resisted the heavy humiliation. He didn´t give me a chance to breathe.

"Well, I am not pushing it somewhere again. When I feel like it, I´ll give the signal to the bitch from your pack."

I opened my eyes, slightly glued with what White had sprinkled on me. The sex of Olivia settled above them, covered in blonde fluff. The area around the slit gave off a rich scent which intoxicated me a little more.

"Lick."

When he ordered it, the supposed excitement of my roommate was dripping down my chin. I stuck my tongue out, but Olivia covered my mouth with her rowdy creature. I quickly worked my mouth to the point of exhaustion, spasming as I felt the labia thrust, taking on a life of their own, and Olivia giggling. I sipped the water, remembering similar but more pleasant events of this type, but I thanked the Virgin Mary when Olivia climaxed.

"Don't take it out of her ass yet." laughed White. "We'll escort her to the principal's office with it."

I would trade my gold teeth for the ability to wipe my face. White's thick concoction dripped and dried down my cheeks the whole way, which Graham and White didn't rush. They each took one hand and slowed me down when they could show me to someone. It would be an extra embarrassment, but I wanted to run a brown shower. That fucking thing in my asshole was making it impossible for me!

At least at Mayson´s place, the last Paladin didn't have a camera ready. On the other hand, in front of the principal's desk stood a gynecological chair with a series of leg and waist straps. "Our patient already arrived," Mayson commented.

"We have to take care of her health after a long life of immorality," said Johansson, laughing for a very long time. He got me rid of the riding crop, which was the only relief. On the chair, my ass and thighs were burning even more, as the straps pulled them down. My working history notwithstanding, this was the first time my cunt had been at the absolute mercy of such a pervert.

Johansson swung me over several times by riding crop. I should be yelling, but it was more of an inarticulate hoot. I didn't see the clamps exactly, I didn't glance down, but my labia exploded. I caught a glimpse of Johansson wrapping something ending in my crotch. My waist was motionless, but my cunt was getting wider. Johansson, probably not favoring tight girls, was already inside me, getting his pleasure while all I could think about was a pain!
 
5-6-Finale

Once they were done with me, Mayson had me escorted to my room, saying that he'd have clothes at Graham´s delivered to me if I properly dazzle in something sexier. I hoped the gentlemen would a keep their eyes on me because even the dressing hurt like hell. Clothes described me perfectly otherwise. My tits didn't fall out of them just by mere chance, and they had a hole in the crotch in the shape of a girl leaning against the wall.

The sore parts had a hard time accepting the stupid chair set up for them. The octopus outside the Tower was raising its tentacles high, and they had to put up a tall ladder for me to take my rightful place on the elevated throne. I have to say that the glass animal was charming in the twilight. When we didn't see each other, people pumped water into it, and fish swam inside. Mainly the bigger ones. Other women were coming to sit on the heights: Hamilton, Xiong, and Sophia. We were too far away to talk to each other. Except for the pinching in the back, the life around me started to get into my veins. I watched the fish in that oversized aquarium, alternately admiring how handsome they were and sometimes imagining them on a plate.

Nobody played any music, but the Heirs played a few tunes. They were twaddling. I think it was no exception when they complained about the Paladins. They only ate smaller sausages, schnitzels, and cream puffs. Some were here with whores, but the wailing greenhorns weren´t of concern to me. If they behaved as indicated by the rags that the guys put on them, I would take them for people with whom you can play the game of life, hookers who knew where to hook. Even the Heirs would stop under the bends of the tentacles, forming islands in the crowd to talk among themselves.

From the way the people dispersed, I understood that the Paladins had arrived. The four men were smiling up at us, and we were giving them a light salute. I focused on them with curiosity. Romano and White weren't just smiling. They were looking forward and backward as if we had diamonds scattered here. Graham was only looking at us above, a sarcastic look on his face. Johansson was probably the only one bored.

The Paladins spread out into a lozenge shape under the octopus head.

Mayson, with a microphone on his face, came from the entrance. He only addressed the guests. Not as individuals, but as a group. He told them, reported what they saw here and sycophantically speculated how they will interpret it at the Institute.

He didn't address me, so I could easily shit on him. Look, I'm sitting above! I liked being here and looked up. For the first stars - symbols of exceptionality. I was happy, and everything in my life was ground to perfection.

Downstairs, the fat warden had no life at all. She tore some bitch from her Heir. When that lady didn't understand her, the warden punched her on the shoulder and went with her to another girl, closer to the Paladins. She smiled like an idiot too, at first, and then looked around like a complete retard. The warden hit her in the back of the neck with her club, and the people around laughed. Either genuinely or uncertainly.

Wanting to massacre her further, the warden reached into her uniform and took out… Some machine. Couldn't be their equipment. A few people in the circle around her stepped back.

Warden threw the thing toward the head of the octopus. Christ, I started to suspect it was one of Malcolm's drones, even though it probably only turned on mid-flight. Not able to tell, if it was holding anything.

My ears perked up as something cracked behind us, and water filled with sea dirt shot out at me. Now I didn't know if the throne was carrying me or if I had jumped. The next second it didn't matter.

I was lying on the floor, scratched in several places. One knee was burning, and everything felt wet. I heard a lot of noises, from the crunching of shards to hysterical screams. I wished I was comatose. I had responsibility for saving myself. I opened my eyes. The water around me was pink.

I distinguished the voices. Others were fucked too. Xiong and Sophia were screaming for help.

Feet passed me.

“Good Lord… A terrorist attack, and not by my design.”

"Lewandowska, let me get up, you bride of Dracula!"

"You'll give me your boyfriend, Cabrera? Nice! Accept my helping hand!"

She picked me up, but I didn't straighten my right leg. "Who was that?" I spoke with my mouth, maybe missing two to three teeth.

"People say Thompson, but that might just be an urban legend," Lewandowska said, cheering. The woman had strength and energy. She led me to the infirmary, where they expelled everyone who had not experienced this disaster. Hamilton sat disfigured with a purple face. Sophia had both legs broken. I only saw beds and people with easily identifiable injuries. As per not usual, there were women and men side by side. That was also the reason why many women screamed in vain. Medics were focusing on Paladins right now. Johansson and Graham unconscious. White bawling like a choir girl.

"Bring him to us!"

"Doesn't he want you to have Romano here?" I asked the nurse.

She threw me on the bed.

“This is not a morgue.”
 
Chapter 6, Part 1 (1)

Nicole

In the all-pervading darkness, I pulled the blanket closer to me and took in the warmth of the two bodies surrounding mine. It must be my dad and brother.

Dreams and memories betrayed you!

You are in a women's re-educational institution!

I inhaled through my nose. Pain is the house. One you can choose to exit. I don't carry problems on my shoulders. I learned to examine them.

I haven't solved the situation where I'm in bed with Peter and Carl, and my anus burns excruciatingly. God, which one of them did this to me?

It all started a few hours earlier. I spent the day in the infirmary. When the nurses healed my cut spots, and I absorbed the shock because I still didn't know nearly everything, Peter took me to the cinema hall. He pitied me and was bitter about himself. Everyone was said to be talking too loudly or quietly, and he was almost as isolated as the Paladins.

The unharmed Heirs were meeting in the Holy Submission lounge. Thus Peter and I were told by the warden, coming in the middle of the movie. Carl wanted us to comfort him. I had no idea if it would be as bad as watching Metropolis.

My paramour kept to the side and was absent-mindedly absorbing the actions of the shouting cream of society.

"Dad told me about the questionnaire where they asked him if he remembered where he was when he heard about the shooting of Kennedy," Shawn Cruz said. “This pal wasn't president, but that's what it must have looked like to people around the body in the limousine. "

My jaw dropped.

Someone died, namely Enzo Romano, one of the four Paladins. Worse, no one called it an accident. Carl made that much clear to me.

"I liked him the best," said Peter to Carl. "All the normal people did."

"I just liked them if they weren't White," Carl replied.

Thanks to one memory, I turned my face away, but he was talking to Peter, not me.

"I pity him, he had a pretty face, but now I've lost the pulls, the switches, and the screen of my surroundings. I came here for sex, not politics! Listen to that!"

"We're each teaching one woman here," Shawn Cruz began with an idea. "Therefore, we are not only guests but also members of the teaching staff, and in fact, we were the actual hosts of the Paladins. The Tower allowed one of them to die and three to be wounded. Did we fail, or did the leadership that had already let the insurgent group take hostages and set conditions?"

The Heirs rather scoffed at him, but others got serious.

Carl spoke again. "Most people don't move on to Lovemaking until after the meeting, but I have you here, a free man. Could I talk to you today? You found out something about Nicole and needed my experience immediately."

Peter nodded at a steady pace for too long. "Then the three of us will chat."

Carl wasn't much of a talker, but in his room, he wanted to treat Peter decently and offered him a beer. Peter made no secret that he likes to take a slug here, but he stayed tame in front of me. He was also making sure I don´t want some. I gratefully settled for a simple juice. My fiancé was awkwardly asking if Carl and I were getting along. It must have been strange for Peter when Carl knew me as intimately as possible and was with me many times more than he was. A while ago, I would have died of shame like most women. However, although the guys may not have known it, they needed to be reassured that I belonged to both of them, and Peter, as a future husband, should have been informed of what I had learned here. I got up and started dancing. I kept my clothes on, but with those bows and movements of the ass, you couldn't tell. Carl blew me an air kiss, and Peter joined me. Without a sophisticated dance technique, he wanted to ensure that there was no place left on me that wouldn't be touched today by his hand heated by lust. He soon wondered in what else I had improved.

I don't know what he tore off me and what Carl did. I did know they were united by the desire to lay me on my back and fall into their passions. Carl threw the blanket over my head, and he and Peter worked on everything below my neck. There's no point in pretending. An imprisoned woman excites men, and an imprisoned woman symbolically deprived of her identity is the secret fantasy of almost every straight man.

The two of them regained their hardness and vigor. When they stuck inside me, I could distinguish their cocks, but they both forgot their inhibitions and gave new meaning to the poking. I felt like a flower from which the birds drank nectar, although they directed the precious liquid inwards.

At night, I wanted to go to the toilet, but it is not a simple task to get out from under a pair of heavy male bodies. I didn't grasp Peter was awake, and he found it funny when he grabbed my hand and sang: "You don't want to spend eternity next to our crotches?"

My urine would cool him down unless he is that kind of a specialist.

"Food is served to the room. And our odalisque doesn't have to leave the lying position!" Carl respectfully handed me a dog dish after dawn. “Everyone yells and screams at the staff. People are presumed guilty, except they are clueless about where the bomber got her things from.”

"There won't even be classes?" I asked.

"Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, everything will be back to normal," Carl downplayed it. "People like you are expected to wallow in their rooms. If they go out, only with us."

"This will strengthen our party!" said Peter, standing about a meter away, who, like me, had not yet dressed. He and Carl high-fived. Someone knocked, and Heir went to open the door.

Peter didn't mind I was eating and jumped up to me. He rubbed his dick against my thigh. "Maybe we liked it more than you," he mused. "but how we were suddenly able to subdue you gave me complete freedom and happiness. Weren´t you hurt in the process?"

I enjoyed it, but I wasn´t willing to admit it. "Too bad he didn't think to talk White into it."

"He must have been afraid of him too!" Peter said. He probably didn't want me to object again, so bent down and pressed his lips to mine. At first, the kiss felt like reassurance that everything was fine, but soon he was tasting me fiercely and holding my cheek, so it was clear that he wasn't going to stop. So at least I got something out of it. I went even further with my tongue. We were like two frolicking teenagers, and that is the best conduct of lovers!

The returning Carl watched us and waited until we were done. "Our people want to meet now. Mystery, how anyone can want to work here?”

"I guess we'll go with you. We won't run into any clowns anywhere else here," laughed Peter.

"Why not?" I will not go against the current. The guys finished their breakfast, and I took an after pill.
 
6-1-2

Carl gave me a dress in a spider web design. Even though gentlemanly fingers occasionally replaced the spider, I walked proudly among them.

Countless Heirs must have gathered in the lounge for a long time. Groups of people were playing cards here, and someone brought them roulette. Kaur and Irene were also offering them chips there. God forbid they were playing for anything important. This is a stupid temptation of fortune, and it's like karma. You never know if the circumstances under which you were born are just a coincidence or if there is some order behind it. Lady Luck cannot be trusted 100%.

Cruz played with no one but conversed alternately with two or three men, holding the implacable gaze and bearing of a Confederate general. He took notice only as the persons with much higher authority arrived. A spokeswoman in a wheelchair with both legs in casts, Master Malcolm and Georgianna. Heirs grew quiet, like when a performance begins in a theater.

"Principal Mayson has accepted your proposal and will easily allow your group basic weapons. We will give you the names of the supervisors to whom you will report."

"Great. Terrific!" Cruz celebrated.

"Excuse me, but what happened?" Carl walked over to the speakers. “I left early yesterday, so... Something important must have been going on here.”

One attendant was showing amusement with a stupid laugh. It was Bellinda.

"You can say that. We're going to hunt down the killer. Our group needs to repay the parents of all of us and not just leave it up to the wardens. Be more active, lad. You don't leave meetings as you please."

"But…" Carl panted. “People like me will get in your way.”

Cruz stared at him. Anyway, I got that many Heirs aren't that excited. They just kept it to themselves.

"We have long acted passive about the politics that gave us our opportunities and pleasures. A cage for someone. A stable for us. After all, we are the descendants of the leading Brave hunters. Who can't hunt won't conquer."

This time all the male Heirs were nodding, and the female ones were pressing toward them.

"I'm an engineer…" grumbled Carl.

"Who was recruited to war. A knight has fallen. We all will replace him."

Malcolm took a word. "Our lounge will serve as your temporary headquarters. Me and Lady Georgianna will cover your material security." His assistant nodded. I've never seen her less excited, but looking at the individual Heirs, she looked pensive.

Peter and I didn't even bother. We were looking forward to this meeting being over and watched Carl. Cruz was watching him even more. His gray eyes did not ease up, and even enhanced the image of an uncompromising soldier. Carl took a step backward and shook my hand.

"Man, is your hooker still here? You didn't realize we had…"

Peter often stayed behind. But as soon as Cruz said the word "hooker", he walked ahead of us. People were confused. Only some of them probably knew he was even in the room. Anyway, Malcolm walked towards him as well, and Peter stopped.

"He also has a competitor here!" said Bellinda.

"Yes, the one who makes an idiot of himself everywhere," Cruz testified. "Worthless female, vying for two men, but neither can be called that." He gave me a nasty look. "Miss has it simple. She's already deciding which of them is weaker, so she can control him afterward."

"Peter runs our business!" I yelled. "And Carl has the best brain in all of MIT! They will always guide me."

“Well, you must know them,” Cruz said. "But, let's face it. Neither one deserves children. Neither one is a hunter, and one of them just admitted it. If you choose one of them, it will be out of your selfishness."

"I'll catch anything if it will be for fuck," Carl declared.

“Then you can serve us for the ceremony.” Cruz turned to the Heirs. "Assembly, this man didn't feel like one of us, and suddenly he claims to the contrary under one circumstance. It might be appropriate for him to confirm his place when he takes on this-" He measured Peter for a moment. "Soft-touch. Don't you want to see the two of them battle it out like two gentlemen for the right to our popular cunt?"

Bellinda started clapping. She was joined by Deborah and suddenly all the Heirs regardless of gender. I saw them making the same faces and spluttering as far as you encourage someone to drink a glass of in one draught.
 
6-1-3
They were able to change quickly, and not for the better. Heirs rushed at us three with hungry expressions like a tribe of cannibals. Malcolm and Georgianna rolled the spokeswoman´s wheelchair in a retreat-like movement. Youngsters pushed Carl and Peter forward, crushing my wrists with animalistic eagerness. Horde who was listening to political speeches about conquest and the search for killers was kidnapping us for dubious entertainment. Cruz took two bags from the lounge, which he did not open until we were at the fountain in the center of the park crossroads. He handed the rifles to Carl and Peter. "You have one hour. When it's over, you'll return with all the caught animals. Whoever has the most has the right to claim the brazen beauty the Paladin rejected."

"I can't shoot at all," Peter protested.

“Try it,” Cruz said mockingly.

For God's sake, how do I stop this bullying? Unless...

"No one can claim me like this!" I shouted. "I am... A fragile woman and a Buddhist. Under no circumstances will I accept an application from a man who would gain the right to me by force, let alone by killing the animals."

"It's just as Sir said here," Bellinda grinned. "You think about yourself. Not about who is suited for fathering your children."

"Lady!" Peter snapped. “I'm not going to punch you in the face, but if you peep against her one more time, I'll replace your dad and—”

"At least you see who wants to defend me," I said. "Not honor of his own, but of his other."

Carl occasionally looked at me, patently wondering if I wanted to insult him. As I know him, it couldn't take up much of his troubled mind. Fortunately, he did not aim his rifle at us and was wary in front of his comrades.

"I guess we are clear on who desires Nicole," he spoke. "Also, on whom she desires. You have nothing to deprive me of, chaps. My grandpa taught me how to shoot, but Miss Conrad is twice the hunter than I am. After all, her surname sounds almost like a condor."

He walked over to Bellinda and handed her the rifle. "I am not going to chase people with you. And no guy should beat a girl. I am not going even whip her or cane her. Sorry, not my thing. If anyone can deal with Nicole, let it be you."

Bellinda snorted disdainfully. She put the rifle on the ground as quickly as she pulled her dress over her head.

She wore nothing underneath.

In that nature spot, her curves must have aroused men by many times of energy from which I instinctively felt a tiny fraction. I had already experienced her in action with Cindy, and I could still feel her radiating will to dominate men and women. She was spirit-like, goddess-like.

She walked over to Peter and ran her finger from his ear to his nose.

"I would like a fascinating man, chosen by an impressive girl, but when I look at him, he is overcome by embarrassment. He would never be able to make me tremble with satisfaction."

She bent back for the dress. And this time Peter behaved differently than Carl. He jabbed his rifle into her thigh from behind and ordered her sternly: "Leave it on the ground and straddle your legs!"

She tried to straighten up even faster, but he stuck the barrel almost up her ass.

"Are you deaf? Straddle!"

She slowly followed Peter's instructions. Her pussy exposed itsef delicately and spread. Bellinda's legs were now so far apart, and she bent so much that the biggest pride of the male body in the world could fit in her, and I believe there would be a few of those around me, but Bellinda did not belong to them. Many Heirs started to move to the other side and stared at Bellinda, who was only wearing shoes and whose face hid, while she introduced her sex to everyone. Pussy could not show shame, but the toes clenched.

Peter approached her ass, stroking her pussy with the handle of his rifle in one stretched movement, plowing the soft skin around. Bellinda made grunting noises. They began as an insurmountable resistance, but an uncertain pleasure crept into them.

"Just shove it in her!" Peter has already found fans.

My fiance didn't let them beg for long and plunged the handle into Bellinda's body. He ignored the resistance of the muscles and continued so fearlessly that he probably wouldn't have minded if the Heiress tore. He expertly strained the tender flesh, where women were most sensitive. It wasn't nice of me, but I thought she could be grateful to Peter that he didn't try something with the other ending. Lady was singing sounds, some of which were probably requests for a break. She swallowed the cries of satisfaction. When Peter had tormented her insides enough, he ordered her to walk in circles in the fountain.

At that time, it provided material for long videos.

Peter took her dress. "I guess you didn't like it very much, so it needs washing!"

He threw it into the fountain and rinsed it thoroughly. Bellinda tried to run to the Heirs, but a couple of boys caught her. Two took her by the hands, two by the legs. And two by the breasts. They made her relax in the fountain for a while longer. Some began to argue whether she would pee in it.

Peter amateurishly shot into the sky several times.

Then one of the Heirs called for greater awareness. “Fellows, we have a sacred mission to undertake.”

The Heirs accepted Bellinda back, and the people fled. Some returned to the Tower. Others trotted among the trees.
 
6-1-Finale

Such was the dawn of the day, a breath of changes. They concerned the Heirs, maturing into the image of their parents. They also concerned me. My shyness about Carl was disappearing for good. But about her…

Bellinda was holding back behind the men, red with shame, the wet dress thrown over her arm, sauntering like the spoil of the war. I had to count on the fact that she promoted from someone who liked to pick on me to an obstinate foe.

Peter will not protect me from her because he is leaving. The Paladins were gone, it was announced by noon, and he could not rely on anyone else's hospitality.

We looked out for Peter's helicopter from the same spot where he landed, but none of us were looking forward to it leaving us. He looked at me, stretching out his mullets, preserving the last moments that he sees me as a single lady, that is, a single odalisque. Carl measured the steps to be as close to him as possible, and at the same time, unlike Peter, he did not look at me.

I knew that nothing in life is permanent, but it sucked. My distress was comforted by the promise that I would rush to him at the end of the school year and be married if Bellinda did not repay me for today. Peter should scare me, but he impressed me. I wanted to get down on my knees in front of him like he did when he asked me to marry him.

He sighed and kissed me. Briefly, however. When the pleasure was over, he pulled his face away and spoke so softly that I should have been able to read his lips at a greater distance. "I'd stay with you, and you should know what a sacrifice that would be. I liked it here for half a day. Then I was sick of it."

"I'm glad about that."

"Decent people suffer here, and the bad, like everywhere else, thrive on suffering. It's hell painted over as paradise."

Did he want me to say something else? I had to raise a reproach. "Make our marriage different."

"I felt like a coward, but I couldn't do anything even though I still wanted to. Luckily, I chatted with a teacher, and we figured out how to use White's email." He showed me his hand and took a moment to peel off the transparent label. "Good information that will hopefully reach good people."

Now he grew in my eyes. I crouched down to perceive him as taller than he was. “You deserve a little reward.“ I smiled at him and turned. I pretended to look around, but most of all, I wanted to hike my purple skirt. I presented the lower half of my bottom and the long slit. "I don't call for a rifle."

Not sure if Carl inferred how I said goodbye, but let's say that Peter gave me a more astonishing flight than the one ahead of him, during which he could blissfully reminisce.
 
Chapter 6, Part 2 (1)
Jenine

What did I imagine would happen?

I shrank from every cooking lesson they tried to domesticate me with, but they taught me one must use the ingredients they gave her.

I laughed at the comparison and rested on the stolen rags of those kitchen boogeymen, still white on this side. I breathed in the air, barely sufficient for two people, retreating inside a dirt hole.

Disguise - the first ingredient from our mole. Yes, that is a mole, not us underground people. Her gifts led me to the warehouse data, and my manly comrade used his last tranquilizer to get to the explosive. Then the three of us modified his uniform for me, and the mole brought the aerial variant of the mixer.

All it took was to shake it.

Stray hair got stuck in the mesh above my head. I had to be careful even to free it. The rabble sounded so close. They shouted, increasing their tenacity with anger.

“Someone had to die, Lawrence,” I speculated in front of the guy in the t-shirt and boxers. “They respect power, so let them see it.”

"They want to see your eyes and my nuts jammed into your twat," Lawrence groaned lyrically. "I gave you the firecracker, thinking we wanted to take Green down. You used it, two days have passed, and you and I are going to end up as the Thanksgiving dinner."

I asked myself that question. What did I imagine would happen?

A skinny woman in latex shuffled down the tunnel. "Only some of them go," Georgianna said. "But those who do will dig it up here like miners."

"You probably don't want to be friends yet, but I read body language, unlike the guy who commands you to chain us. You wish to see him bleed, and that will turn you differently than the guys who used to date you. I'm your authentic self. It should be in your interest for me to be free. Not to mention hitting the mark."

Lawrence brought the dominatrix in a way that did not allow her to contradict me openly. He tied her with the rope from her depositary and hung it from a branch in the forest. Before I could talk him out of it, he pulled down her pants, and not only admired the sight of the long, slender legs but showed her a short but sharp stake too. I, therefore, tried to sound pleading.

"Tell me your plan, and I'll make it diabolical." Georgianna was smacking her lips happily, and I didn't know at that moment that she was going to use me as a pawn in her independent plan. I felt insurmountable gratitude and saw myself as the brightest genius around.

"We need to hide. Around the Tower, because no one will search there in the beginning. Hide well because later they will think of that. Then I want to contact my friend. I have a few questions and a request."

"We're constantly adjusting the terrain. I´m going to send you something to dig your way under our little village. I once had an Amazon show there. So, you'll be an underground Amazon."

Lawrence started to release her hands, but she was still looking at me. “Before you talk to your friend, you might want to know who's coming over.”
 
6-2-2

It was stuffy in the corridor, but I was afraid that people poisoned the fresh air, breathable among the trees.

"It killed someone, didn't it?" I turned to Georgianna. "It worked out just as you planned."

“One of the four.” Georgianna grimaced. "Even if they shot me now, it would be worth it as I saw them raging on, and one of them found a definitive end here. They don't have to live with it in contempt like you or me."

She guided the drone to the fateful impact. Hard to tell if she's going to trip me up now. My heart was pumped by a little idealist, trusting her ally and a coldly sensible senator who couldn't think that Georgianna would spoil the move against Green.

In the end, we helped ourselves with stuck sticks and climbed out of the pit to the outskirts of Yellowstone.

Shouts and instructions connected the Heirs less than a kilometer from us.

"I heard they remembered what their party was called," Georgianna spoke again, cleaning her latex of dirt and leaves. "But they don't hunt deer or bears."

"They're fascists. Overmen hunt humans," I stated.

Georgianna threw down a robot shaped like a cross between a hare and a tortoise to bury our shelter.

"We'd need such thing that would be as big as an elephant and had a bite like a crocodile," Lawrence fancied fruitlessly. "Couldn't he make us a tunnel to the ass of Siberia?"

"He's still too big to be noticed," Georgianna argued, her whisper bringing us back to reality.

"We have to be out of the weapons range," I said. I guessed that anyone´s dad hadn't sent the package with Mother of Satan to his son.

"To the contrary," Georgianna replied. "I want one of them to catch up. You will run away, and while they rush here, I will hide you in the cellars of the employees' barracks. They have already searched there and will not think about doing it again."

Lawrence made faces caricaturing asylum inhabitants. "I don't even have my blowtorch. I'd love to shred the mug of a loaded snob, but he probably already bought an Iraqi Ball-Shredder 3000."

"I'll bring one person," Georgianna countered. "Jenine will be bait. You will surprise him and knock him down. You hide in my car. I'll drive you. You'll break me a few ribs, and I'll report my bullshit."

Since the day men tried to collar me, I resisted. Mildred got to Sweden. Kirschner and Chalmers were not less fortunate. They would know if Cooper succeeded - I paid attention to memories of him when marauding. He had his good side. And he was resourceful.

I let them catch me. Maybe a lifetime from now I'll feel sorry for that dead guy. Now I regret every hour I spent here in idleness. Perhaps it can be considered an activity when I scrape my back against the trees, Lawrence crawls, and we wait for Georgianna to bring the hunter - the wolf.

Our benefactor spoke loudly from time to time to let us know she was coming. "We are almost there, she barely stumbles. You can do it yourself..." I was preparing to look powerless but also to run headlong into the thorny bushes, where I could even fight.

Along with Georgianna came a short-legged girl in camouflage with broad glasses on her nose and a net thrower in her hand. A signal pistol dangled at her waist.

"Turn to me!" She screamed to the tree whose branch I was holding from the other side. I didn't say a word. I hate gender traitors and was looking forward to seeing Lawrence make the creature look neither boy nor girl.

I directed it towards her with long steps. I expected her to shoot the net, but she reached for the signal pistol first. A big-boned shadow materialized. He jumped on her according to the plan and pulled her to the ground by that very arm. Georgianna stuck to the script with stifled sobs.

"Stun her!" I ordered him. We can keep playing this for about as long as raindrop falls.

Lawrence cried out and grabbed his neck. He roughly slapped the girl across the arm, and a tiny blade flew out from under her fingers. She had the kind of knife you could push to the manicure. The girl shuffled over to the tuft of grass where it landed. Georgianna took it from her.

Trying isn't enough.

"Why did you ask me for an audience, Mrs. Thompson? I could have sworn that the last week, you and your friends encircled the Dirkson Office Building. I'm glad you are over the sentimental phase. They demolished Russell, Hart bit its dust. They're going to use that material for my husband´s new jewelry.”

A stunning half-Cubanese provocatively threw the cell phone menu of the TV stations in front of my face. She didn't even take her legs out of the tank full of little fish nibbling on her skin. Justine Gilbert, Princeps second wife, might not see other people as anything more significant than this flock.

"I've called Mrs. Samantha about sixty times," I stated sternly. "So, I had to ask you. You were both successful women. I want to know how you sleep when under the regime of your husband, it would no longer be possible. College girls find that they studied for nothing except maybe homeschooling their children. Your Juan recently told young men nationwide that female ambition is a mental illness and they should spank some sense into us."

Justine fake yawned. "I made Juan's life easier, and he made it easier for me. Smart women will understand how my example will lead to a better destiny for them."

I was shaking inside the way Americans used to do in private now.

"What better fate can have one whom they denied a choice?"

Justine shrugged. "You are a stupid person who does not want to understand to convince herself that she is smart. The human race has two packs. Guys who hunt and us with kids. The more of us will be good girls and good moms, the more of us will hunt too."
 
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