**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.” 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.
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?
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!
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!
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.”
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