**Therese**
I have been conscientiously washed in the inmates’ common bathroom for Lovemaking with Arthur. The session where the student doesn´t sit. Conscientiously and delicately. Two cleaning ladies (un)dressed in pink sashes scrubbed me in warm coconut milk, making my skin tasteful for the gourmet tongue of my lover. The bath not only prepared me for Arthur but also invigorated me. I hurried to his bedroom and threw off my outfit. It smelled sweet in here. Whatever it was, it came from Larissa’s body, stretched out over our three spots. Strangely, she was wearing lingerie – yellow lace underwea. The top and stockings, but no panties.
“What did they bathe you in?” I asked.
“That´s maple syrup.” Double L tilted her head. “Come and taste.”
I was worried. “Larissa, Arthur wants us without a single thread.”
She laughed. “I wanted to see what he would do if I disobeyed, so I lied.”
Her pose was dazzlingly seductive.
I bent over her on the bed, although it was clear what she was going to try. First, I quickly pulled off one stocking, and Larissa, as if by chance, poked me with her foot on the fluff I had left on my crotch. I gently pushed her away, and she put her foot on her knee, protecting the other stocking. I lifted it. Without hesitation, she blocked my neck with her thigh, and as I wrestled with her below, she spread her vulva perfectly. It seemed that she was flaunting her slit as if she were showing off a Gucci purse in society. She arched her waist admirably and nibbled my wrist.
“Hmmm, coconut! Arthur’s quite into role-playing. We can tell him we’ve become lonely and horny jungle warriors!” I don’t know how, but I successfully removed the other stocking. She was passionately caressing my bare bottom.
“Why are you making it so difficult, penguin girl? Just one taste and I’d be completely undressed.”
It was probably very naive of me, but I licked her calf. The syrup tasted pretty good, so I continued upwards, wondering if there was more to it. Double L tapped my chin, and I looked up. True to her word, she dropped the top. “You couldn´t wait for my lambs, could you?”
She moved her breasts to me until it looked like we were sparring with nipples and kissed my cheek.
“You are starting to like me, and you’re worth it. As long as it’s not hurting anyone, we shouldn’t deny ourselves the best girly fun.” She also treated my earlobes with the tip of her tongue. “Lie down. Knowing my little Penguin girl, she will enjoy it passively.”
I was so stupefied I wanted to turn her over and lick her back, but the dominance in her voice put me on my back, and Double L covered me with her body. It felt innocent. I did lift a bit to explore the sweet layer around her navel, but the woman, whose firm breasts tickled me on my stomach, was more like a nanny bantering with the baby.
Larissa´s public mouth connected to my private parts. I knew I still had a chance to flinch. I didn’t use it. A female tongue knows how to irrigate female flowers. Oh my God! My pelts swelled as if Double L’s tongue was both a wasp sting and a healing poultice that my body, burning like a candlestick, urgently needed to apply.
I could feel her opening me and trying to find out if I tasted coconut inside. To my disappointment, Larissa stopped licking me, sat down gracefully, and folded her hands in her lap. I timidly leaned forward. We knew Arthur would be coming later today, but Double L must have overestimated the zeal with which he was helping his hunting expedition outside.
As he looked at us with disdain, he kept removing his gear. Larissa wanted to help him, but he grabbed her hand and sat her on the sofa.
“Therese, sit with her.” I fulfilled his order without delay, slowly getting used to the idea that I had disappointed him for the first time.
He sounded serious when he spoke. “In two-wives households, females should like and of ever be assistance to each other. However, their sexuality exists to produce children and satisfy their husband. Their pleasure is always secondary. If they choose to be sapphic, it is because a man likes it. If they are pleasuring themselves in the absence of their husband, they are disrespectful of him. Be wary of that after the wedding. I´m reporting you for detention tomorrow. I won’t just give you shagging tonight, you’ve already enjoyed yourselves.”
He unbuckled his belt. “Turn around my beloved sluts.”
The more I arched my wanna-be-lesbian cheeks, the more they clenched.
Arthur put an arm around Larissa’s back. “I can tell it was your doing!”
“Don’t I have the right to an attorney? OUCH!!!!”
Arthur carried out uncompromising justice with a belt, in which there was no room for anger but neither compassion with the punished one. The belt rippled across Larissa’s behind after a quick flick. The reprimanded woman kept on relieving herself with her “ouches”- equally loud each time. It didn’t even look like she wanted to curse her fate. The spanking was more noticeable on the leather-slapped bottom than on the face. The white skin turned pink, and it was even cute compared to the red-blotched consequence of the painful strapping. She had to count the last twenty-five shots, and my muscles stiffened not only in my butt when she and Arthur got to the end.
I wanted to be brave, but I cried senselessly. The wave of excitement caused by Larissa probably allowed me to overcome the pain a little. However, it did not change the fact that this was not an erotic game, and I considered these punishments a thing of the past. I did not know why I should experience them as an adult. Every time the belt came down, I remembered the insults of my parents and the ridicule of my classmates, the violent mischief that girls and boys did to me. My husband-to-be did a good job of me rue my earlier decision. I interspersed the counting part with futile pleas and mumbled the sixteenth, so we started from the beginning. However, the punisher granted me mercy and eased up a bit in the second round. We asked for his forgiveness. Then we could go back to bed, and Arthur took us individually.
I couldn’t believe my libido, but the sight of Larissa’s red ass made the fondling even more pleasurable, and when Arthur was inside me, I felt his every movement many times over. The bum had protested before, but now it was grateful for every impulse. Arthur was not sparing with them. So far, things are developing in such a way that I will be the administrator of his apartment. I might sometimes leave a mess in the living room or pepper his fries instead of salt. What will he do with it?
Zita remained to treat the received wounds with wet cloths and a bottle of running-out rubber oil. Stacey woke me up once as she was thrown on the bed here like dirty laundry in the middle of the night, and we were left in the dark about what was going on with Barbara since morning. I offered myself meaningless dreams. The baby was sprouting inside her, but I imagined how I would be with her when she gave birth and how we would put her son or daughter to sleep together.
*”Do you wish to have children?” I asked Enzo Romano.*
*”I want nothing more,” the Paladin testified. “I have intelligent, cultured, and responsible parents. Forgive my boasting, but I believe I am a carbon copy of my father. Creating the next generation is the fulfillment of human destiny. And it is a joy to be surrounded by a dynasty, helpful to the new additions.”*
*“With the parenting… I have shortcomings. I would have to consult your mother.”*
*He kissed my forehead. “Chevaliers love damsels in distress.”*
Did I start to love him?
Did I love him?
Even, if I just wanted to be rescued, would it be so bad?
I was to find out how much his death changed everything after I woke up. If we couldn’t find Barbara in the evening, she was for all to see in the morning. In the dining room, all the holoprojectors were showing her face. The whole person sat at the head of the privileged table instead of Cabrera. She didn’t get ready for Holy Submission. Someone brought her the secretarial outfit.
“I can’t get rid of those dicks” complained a tired Stacey. That’s how she reacted to dozens of Heirs, invading our inmate space. More than one breakfasted standing up, and everyone sneered at the wardens. “Go back to your dining room!” was always met with a rude response.
The holoprojectors added a rougher male voice to Barbara’s image. “We are where we are needed.”
The Heirs took this as a cue to chant. “We are where we are needed! We are where we are needed!! We are where we are needed!!!”
They repeated this many more times and only stopped for the voice to be heard again.
“I, Shawn Cruz, wanted to avenge someone that the leadership of this institution failed to protect. Only then did I want to determine to what extent.”
Now the equally invisible Irene spoke. “But then I introduced the hunting party to the opportunism and selfishness of principal Mayson.”
“Mayson mistreated Miss Pignon, and with motives unworthy of a true man, let alone one of the Brotherhood, endangered the life of her child, fathered by the late Enzo Romano, by cruel internment. We have the testimony of the two wardens assigned to her, and it is clear from it that their continued service was not ordered, and they were sent from the principal´s antechamber to their quarters. What is this but another sure sign that this man must be recalled? As you see, we have obtained this broadcast circuit because we have convinced Mrs. Arnolph of the loss of credibility. In the name of Enzo Romano, in the name of his chosen one, in the name of their child. In the name of the security we owe to our families, we demand that the armed women either surrender their weapons or use them for our benefit and that the sensible inmates protect the children with their bodies and those who are not indifferent. We demand responsible leadership!”
“Responsible leadership! Responsible leadership!! Responsible leadership!!!”
The inmates broke into chants, driven undoubtedly by different motivations. Arnolph’s voice channeled the revolutionary enthusiasm.
“Our guests are considered the first teachers who refuse to do their duty until they answer to a competent principal. We invite other gynegogues to join them. They can count on a generous contribution from their families. However, to not dull the edge of the discipline, all planned detentions should take place.”
Perhaps the history of the institution was going to be written, but neither I nor Larissa was allowed to participate in the massacre of men or the laying down of weapons by women. They took to a previously unvisited courtyard with a durable-looking wall. There was a carriage. I didn’t have to ask where the horses were. The design was already tawdry, with a quartet of titanic erect penises growing out of its front and then two black rods, whose function was not so ornamental. Malcolm and Georgianna arrived in the courtyard a moment after us.
“Thanks for coming, girls. Sorry, but I have no whip today,” he said apologetically.
“The ride will be not that all cerebral. You’re going to drag us. Not pleasant, but the obedient pair will manage. We, the masters, will play a variant of Simon says. You’ll only listen to me as a man. That way the delinquents should hopefully remember who the real authority is.”
They put us in nooses, which nearly strangled us, and when we knelt on all fours, we felt the burning sting of those rods. I saw wardens scattering buckets around us, the contents smelling far away.
“If you loiter or make a mistake, you get a shock. Go ahead!”
The pressure around my neck slowed me down, so in the first minute of the ride, a discharge of electricity crackled on my back. It didn´t help my breathing when I plunged my hand into the mixture, the contents of which I forbade myself to think about either. Unlike the elephant example, it worked. After another blow, I hoarse. I accidentally disobeyed Malcolm’s direction to the dry floor. Whenever it pinched the small of my back Double L also suffered, and I’d poke my eyes out for it. But we enjoyed enough of the bruised knees and wrists, not to mention the fear of infection. Once, it happened to me that I obeyed Georgianna and then had to endure several shocks in a row.
We did about seven laps, and Malcolm was satisfied.
“I should also make you not fine with homosexuality,” he said.
Before they untied us, they brought stocks of the laying version into the courtyard. They locked our heads and hands in it, and the wood supported us while four wardens took out their batons, watching our restless waists. They didn’t settle only with only that for long and kept poking us in until we screamed loud enough for them to take them out and forced us to lick some of them.
“Look, does your cunt hurt more or your ass?”
I don’t think Larissa wanted me to answer. She was trying to appear tough in front of those who dragged our stocks into the interior so that we could look at the other two women enjoying detention. They pressed against the boards on the wall, to which their tongues were nailed. Both were lying on the slanted edges, holding on to small handholds while furious Dobermans barked beneath them. I closed my eyes and relieved myself by whimpering.
We didn’t wait long for the return of the wardens. They unshackled us and gave us fifteen minutes to move before they brought us Homemaking outfits. Larissa walked in a circle, stretched, and chanted softly to herself. “Arthur already knows me. Soon I will him again ‘Lusty Larissa Lewandowska!’
“I don’t think “lusty” means what you think it does.” It annoyed me the least of all. Why did Romano have to die from all the Paladins? Why are men complaining in public when I would be in danger of losing my tongue and being torn apart by a dog? Why doesn’t Double L care about more than fucking now that she got rid of Lolle?
“You have an out-of-this-world boy, and you turn to the vocabulary police? Figure out, once, what our life will be about!”
I risked a beating as I slowly and reluctantly put on my chastity belt and the housewife rags.
The women from detention were led back to the dining room, where the Heirs were more or less interviewing their mistresses. Underages, except for Barbara, we’re ensuring that no one was missing anything.
Arthur welcomed us back lecherously, holding his hands like bowls to slap our buns.
“I hope you have learned your lesson, my betrothed. You would do well to say yes to Mr. Cruz and Miss Pignon.” He blinked. “Nobody has openly supported Mayson, which means if we give him a wedgie on him in hisoffice, teachers put their knickers and panties away somewhere. All that’s left is for the prefect to remove him, and he won’t go against the cabbage people.”
Larissa already giggled at the mention of the wedgie.
I preempted her answer, whatever it was going to be. “I would like to bunk off the school, Arthur, but that probably wouldn’t apply to our lessons together?”
He patted me on my temple with a good-natured look. “I won’t give up the sweetest moments of a guy’s life. Besides, we’re training for our honeymoon.”
I got worked up. “I never said I wanted you as a man, Arthur. He rolled his eyes. “Is there anyone better in your life, tigress? Do you think you’ll meet him outside at the auction?”
“I was originally supposed to be the bride of Christ,” I reminded him. “I thought he was an authority for you too. Have you ever wondered what it would be like if God didn’t exist?”
“I think we can safely say there is a God,” Arthur countered. “Without a higher principle, it would only be a void, and there had to be something that imprinted being itself on the void…”
“That’s not what I’m talking about, Arthur! If there were no God, there would only be human authorities and that would be a disaster. But because there is a God, we can appeal to him as an authority that never fails.”
“What good would it do you here?” he asked fatalistically.
I stepped closer to the crowd.
“Everyone here talks about power!” I addressed them all. “But I follow the higher principle of our Heavenly Father. And something says to me that neither faction is defensible. Not when they both direct us against our consciences! That this authority collapses is the best proof of its flimsy foundations!”
The men fell silent, but the women talked. After many weeks in shackles, the group of female captives began to separate from their jailers. The only differences were the distances that one dared to travel.
“That’s right! We follow the better of two principles!” A curvy pretty face stood to my right.
“Pauline,” she introduced herself. “The Neo-Cathar.”
I avoided her for the last time, but Kaur found her way to me.
“My religion has always talked about the equality of the sexes, and I have never stopped believing in it!”
I patted her shoulder and took her hand. At the side, my palm collided with Pauline’s ready fingers.
Double L leaned against Arthur, but he ignored her and dragged her like a lame filly to position her straight, stout back a millimeter in front of my nose.
“My future wife is a poor orator, as are women in general,” he said to his fellows. “However, her views are relevant to our situation. These days we prove that we are good hunters, but if we have not been able to consult with women about their wishes, then perhaps we are not good teachers.”
Of course, many of the men responded with scornful laughter, but Cruz asked him rationally. “What do you think we should do, FitzPatrick?”
Arthur had left his earlier cheerful mood. “I propose, we can say, the opposite of martial law. Until we have a new headmaster, we must consult with our students about their objections and needs. Including those that previously would be on the verge of breaking the law.”
“On the verge?” mocked him one sneery man. “These three attacked the basicss and disparaged their given luxury. Cabrera, it was up to you to make her humble, wasn’t it?”
I thanked God that Arthur stuck up for us. I had to get more people to talk and not back down from my position.
I introduced Kaur and Pauline so that they were visible. “You can’t just beat this out of people. Whoever you treat well will respect you and help you.” The heir in the back raised his hand this time. “Yes, Kyle?” Cruz called on him.
“This depends on each family! I’m in love with Jennifer here. We have big plans, but we will negotiate her wishes as husband and wife.”
“It’s not just about her wishes, not by a longshot,” I said. “The point is that you must not abuse us, and you must recognize that there is a power even above you that obliges you to do so.”
Irene got up from the privileged table. “It is not in our power to discuss the wide society. We can negotiate the internal rules with the new principal.”
“First of all, we will crucify this Holy Trinity!” said a voice very close to the kitchen.
There was a slight rumble, again from the table of the privileged ones. I focused on Barbara, who slammed her chair on the table and climbed it up.
“You people are talking and insulting each other here. You didn’t find anyone in the forest. I don’t begrudge you that, but for God’s sake, accept objections. Enzo wanted a wife and children. He isn’t going to get it anymore, but he knew the man wouldn’t get it in exchange for threats. Ban- yourselves-to-threaten us.”
Everyone in sight of the dining room watched as she jumped off the table and walked over to me. “Therese has comforted me many times. I would like her to walk beside me. At the head of the procession. I want you to walk in ine with me. We will not wait for the prefect. We will force Mayson to resign.”
A call to action from the only girl who could challenge the Heirs turned them into maniacal hooligans. Despite the displeasure of the foremost noisy complainers, the protesters, often armed with batons from the wardens, took to the corridor, and Barbara was at their head. I was on her right, and on my right were two brave women, determined to fight for their faith. People rioted. In the shadows of several Heirs stood the privileged ones but also those who were afraid to think for themselves until recently.
The way up was exhausting, however the sight of progress gave us strength, and whenever we ran into a warden, she lay down on the ground. The foyer of the principal’s office could accommodate only a few people. We rushed in as much as possible. Barbara knocked on the door together with Cruz.
“I was hoping you would come!” Arnolph ran out of the opposite door to Mayson’s room. She was wearing another of the modern specialized underwear. Her bra consisted of two buckles, probably from a lion or other big cat. She had a cave motif drawn on her cut-out panties.
“Daniel and I independently called the people he reports to. They wanted to see one of you, but he refused. He locked himself there, waiting for a ride to come to his window.”
“Did you call them dressed like this?” Cruz lost track of priorities.
“I wanted to convince them! There is no place for female shame in PR!”
“Does anyone here have heavier gear?”
“We do!”
I was surprised that there were wardens among us as active members. When I thought about the couple that every guy in the foyer focused on, it dawned on me that they were bodyguards of Barbara.
They tried to kick the door open, but firearms proved to be the universal solution. We burst in. Mayson, pressed against the window frame, did not open his bloodless lips to speak. He attentively watched the growing spot moving over dark grey clouds, opened the large window, and swung his left leg over the sill. The right calf caught two shots at once. The hysterical scream of the principal drowned out the noise coming from the approaching vehicle alongside the celebratory comments the Heirs rewarded one another. Cruz leaped towards the window and dragged Mayson to the desk. “For your safety,” he said, kicking the bleeding calf.
Prefect Green participated in the meeting through a mobile screen, and his mouth curved above the pointed chin just like Mayson’s, sitting in the foyer amid men and women laughing as if it was a class reunion.
“Services ruined are never so played up in the records as services provided,” he said almost philosophically. “From your Tower, we have a minimum of reports of rape or suicide attempts, but you cannot prevent terrorism. In the words of horseman slang, you may be a stableman, but not a warrior on a stallion.”
His fist, which he leaned his face to, appeared. “It’s the same with you, Mr. Cruz. Your expedition is unable to catch the perpetrator, but you’re a master at detaining rogue officials.”
“Each situation has its specifics, fellow prefect,” Cruz argued. “Even Napoleon Bonaparte had to retreat to the rabbits once.”
“And finally, he surrendered the people,” Green said sadly. “I guess we’re all good for something. Anyway, fellow Mayson will only lose his position if the perpetrator won´t get caught.”
The principal took a breath and thanked him.
“However, you are correct that there are cracks in his leadership style and you embody the spirit of the Brotherhood. So, I now want the principal to consult with the elected representatives of the guests, the Loyalists, and the privileged ones. Conduct and rights of Miss Pignon will be regulated by the female lectors. Is that acceptable to you, fellow Mayson?”
Mayson achieved a beautiful smile of a plastic mannequin. “Leadership is impossible without consultation, and the same applies to adaptation.”
“Since the recent controversies rocked your seat, I will send my Mr. Lefebvre, and your favorite Mr. Manabe to you in early January. You, or your successor, can personally convince them of the usefulness of the Princess Towers. Your guests will be expected to act in a similar fashion.”
Cruz and his friends grew serious. In this way, men afraid of responsibility will not try to gain new power.
“And something else.” Green raised his voice now. “Someone told me that the inmates used this opportunity to advance their interests in a misplaced manner. I will be magnanimous and not intend to investigate anything, but the notional amnesty will not apply to any future manifestations, especially for individuals who have already had problems in the past. I will not ask if it’s clear because it’s not my problem. I’m done, and I’ll only accept the good news. Otherwise, I’ll answer with the deployment of the army.”
His image didn’t go out, the machine moved to Mayson’s office, and I didn’t know who was there after the raid. About half of the Heirs took it as a celebration. Many guys grabbed the nearest woman and ran away from “decent” society. The smarter ones didn’t let Mayson alone, and there weren’t many topics they could discuss with him. I couldn’t move from the chair. I didn’t want it to look like I was running away from those interested in intimacy with me. I could only stroll, but during a long thought, Agatha took me by the shoulder.
“That warning applied to you.” She announced in an overly important-feeling way.
“That’s possible,” I replied.
She sat down next to me. “I think our lessons will be just for the show from now on. You can’t be made submissive even if it costs you your life.” She smiled, but like most smiles here, it lacked kindness.
“Submissiveness is a gift to the right people,” I countered.
“You can say that, but rebellion often makes things worse. You know, Mayson is a good pimp. Have you ever met a pimp?”
I swallowed. “No.”
“I had a few of them, and I met some who employed other girls. Pimps are like husbands. In my case, it merged once. Some tend to hurt girls, but mostly we see them as protectors. Whom I feared often were my customers, especially the rich ones. We don’t give them money. When you think about it, you just strengthened a lot of customers at the expense of a decent pimp.”
“Girls, relinquish your tops,” several younger boys sang in unison. “The famous contest begins, and the first discipline is for the most arousing jugs. Even bitches who have been given mere gooseberries by their Creator will not have to worry because then we will decide which lady is defined by her ass, and finally, we will have a long but wonderful judging who’s tightest down there. Fellow Mayson is kind enough to open you. ”
The guys were competing with each other in ways to scare me. I barely unbuttoned the second button with my calloused fingers while Agatha orbited her front-runners for the gold medal from side to side. She joined the line of women by the wall, leading past the stairs, whose enthusiasm would have matched those of standing in front of a firing squad.
“Fitzpatrick, where’s your other fox?”
Arthur flexed his relaxed shoulder, which must have been warmed by Larissa’s chest, now absent, when it was to be compared to the others.
“Therese, find her, or I’ll have your nipples pierced,” he stated boredly.
Double L glared at Arthur as soon as she was in sight like she was a private and he was a drill sergeant. It would be absurd to think that she wouldn’t suddenly consider herself his sexy pendant. Maybe she wanted to find out what Mayson’s apartment looked like. I looked over there and found several polar bear pelts, but not Larissa. I was left with the least likely option. That’s why I knocked on the door of the principal’s office. Double L opened for me. It wasn’t clear what she was doing there, but she was naked again, and the cover of hairs in the shape of a marijuana leaf was conspicuously shiny.
“Do you have someone there?”
She giggled as cracking as she could so that only I could hear her.
“Everybody saw him!” She pulled me in and slammed the door. “The Metal Lord himself has shown interest in me.” She pointed to the offline communication monitor holder. She hugged him and wrapped her dancer legs around the cold parts. “Governor Robot. Now that Lolle’s gone, Green’s interested in a new sidekick. I bet he regrets that this thing doesn’t have a cock for VR broadcast.”
“You better never tell him we’re friends,” I remarked.
Larissa nimbly spun the machine around. “Too late. Mr. Prefect thought it was interesting when he heard about you and found out I could keep an eye on you.”
I bit my tongue. “Why would he want more cooperation? Did you… Did you tell him something you promised Lolle?” Did she ever know anything? She made the whole thing up, and someone else discredited Lolle. Strictly speaking, it was a nuisance to us. Gaining the confidence of Manderville might have helped us in some ways more than the same with a distant Green.
She pointed to her forehead. “I carry carefully sorted volumes in my head. I’ve been able to train my memory the way people used to do it before the invention of the printing press. Yes, here are facts that will make Greena cum as sure as showing him my cunt.”
I shook my head. “People outside are only curious about the latter.”
“Tell them I’m still talking to the prefect. Be a friend.”
Wanting to spare her the competition, I lied and accepted the judgment. The best breast lady award went to middle-aged Sherry, but maybe that was because Stacey wasn’t there with us. The most arousing behind belonged to Claudia Fleischer. Former Attorney General Eve was supposed to be the tightest. She roared accordingly, driving the guys into ecstasy.
“Now that they have won, they should be rewarded with the comfort of their beds!” Barbara suggested timidly.
But why?” Cruz looked amused by the sight of suffocated winners defying their imposed leashes. “When we were born, a woman roared. Why should the sound ever stop? They may not howl like real bitches, but their screams can have practical uses. Let’s go outside!”
A small part separated from the crowd. As I later understood, they were heading to the dungeons, and when we got to the courtyard, within sight of the tents of the Heirs, there were already three modern-looking carts ready, with standard standing stocks growing out of their surface. On one of them was a bucket with a cane sticking out of it, and on the other laid wooden contraptions.
The winners got on them and had their heads and hands locked. Claudia and Eve were secured with leather ankle straps.
“I like it when they twitch,” the man explained, giving Claudia more freedom, and tentatively swiped the cane a few times as if not sure what a real master stroke was. I clung to Larissa. Arthur left the crowd, disgusted. Both Larissa and I watched as he blended into the slender trees.
The first place was probably not at stake. One man deployed the Sherry contraptions carefully and at length, but the other did not delay with the cane. The rod sliced through the air with sadistic elegance, but above all, it sliced open the skin all over Claudia’s ass, and the poor model screamed and gasped, kicking in front of her and behind her. The cart moved and lunged forward, but not out of sight so quickly that we haven´t seen the next blow creating a bloody gash just below the shaking buttocks, and then the wheels turned, driven by the yelps and pleas.
The tormentor of Sherry first squeezed the woman’s breasts into giant wooden clamps with spikes inside but controlled them with an application on the cell phone. Only when the cart with Claudia drove off did he let the spines bite into the pink cushions between the pieces of wood. I saw her trying to be brave, her reddened face holding back the pain, then she whistled and the cart slowly moved. She cried for less than a minute and finally sounded like a wounded animal. I imagined the spikes cutting off her breasts bit by bit, feeling like fainting.
Close behind her was the cart with Eve. The man behind her released an erect member from his pants. Under other circumstances, I would have liked him, but I hated how lewdly he stared at the lower half of Eve’s body as he chooses. He finally made her scream by shoving her in the ass. She overtook even Sherry with her speed. I was hoping that the guy would cum every second that he left her private space, but he moved forward and backward slightly. It seemed to suit him how he could press himself to her and methodically delayed the climax.
None of the guys wanted to quit, unlike women, but who would ask their opinion? We didn’t have to see anything. it was enough for us to hear how they sometimes protested between the roars. The loudest reprimands and calls for freedom belonged to Claudia, but about six swishy strokes in quick succession were enough, and all she cared about was making her ass burn a little less. The contestants were yelling as much as possible so that the men would not motivate them further. Carts circled us.
Eve was the first to stop, no doubt sticky inside with a hot seed and when the other two contestants saw this, they motioned for their women to shut up as well. The Heirs around untied them and laughingly threw them on the dirt between the tents. Double L took me by the hand. “You might doubt me, but I don’t like watching it either.”
I let myself be dragged by her like a body without a soul. We were not alone. Many women separated from Heirs and fell into nature. I breathed deeply, and in a way, I was moved when the branches of the park trees slightly covered the sky.
“Do you think they’ll have more fun with us?” I asked her rhetorically. Larissa playfully pinched my arm. “There are more like Arthur among them.”
“Even the best of them enjoy their favoritism,” I chirped.
„Aren´t you curious about me in the office?“ she asked out of nowhere.
“Why did you want them to know you talked to Green?” After those two sentences, I turned around and looked for witnesses at least fifteen times.
“Many have figured it out. Those who haven’t, should know, as it can protect me from anything. Someone else will tell me what they want the prefect to know. I’m building an intelligence network to match my job.”
It seemed to me that she should finish something. “What job?”
She kept going on and on but shrugged her shoulders. “AW agent.”
“AW?” So far I haven’t picked up the clues.
“Agencja Wywiadu – Polish secret service.”
I have already stopped and scuttled on completely flat terrain. “An agent, like a secret agent?”
Double L laughed. “Penguin girl, you’re weird. I understand that stupid guys don’t get it, but I thought if someone acted like me, someone who doesn´t see just a blow-up female, would. Yes, I’m a secret agent. I wanted to be here.”
“You’re here because someone tipped you off.”
“I tipped myself off! See, Princess Towers are full of women sent there because they’re supposed to be quiet. They did away with them. My people put us agents to look for them, to debrief them.”
Insulted and damning my stupidity, fragments of her words and behavior came back to me, how she deferred to Arthur and how he emphasized to me that I should behave as she does. Some of it was true, some of it was a lie, and a lot of it was probably – calculation?
“You either wanted it known, or you didn’t!” I snapped at her. “When you stressed how wonderful it would be when we merged into one family, you knew that the secret was not public! Did you drag me so that you could finally tell me?” Larissa pushed me and did a little dance like a drunk Mardi Gras cheerleader. “I like to simplify my work. I wished both my dears could hear it.”
My feet hit each other, and my side hit the hard ground. A moment ago, I was looking no further than my friend, about whom I knew everything, except the most essential information. Arthur was walking a few meters away from us, and the closer he was to us, the longer his steps were.
“Did you hear what I revealed to Therese?” Larissa asked brightly.
“Heard! Ladies, don’t you realize what this means for the three of us? It totally changes our dynamic!” Arthur folded his hands “I imagined myself being a corsair and raising my female captives. Now I find that you may be the truest corsair in the Tower.”
I didn’t know who my superior was. “Why did you want him to know?” Larissa blinked and stroked Arthur’s cheek. “After a few sexions, I got the picture that this little bird only takes his love life seriously. Otherwise, he’ll do what others tell him to do and not get overworked.” She smacked her lips as if she complimented him.
“Mrs. Lewandowska, I will not turn you in!” Arthur’s eye movements at that moment rather suggested that he would like to know what he was thinking.
“Arthur, of course, you won’t. You don’t feel like watching the sadistic orgies of your fellows, and you don’t feel like betraying the woman you were pushing yourself into.” She caressed him and showed him what the penitent’s eyes looked like. “You put something of yourself into me, and I got something into you from my nose. It can kill you in a few minutes if I want to. ”
Arthur didn’t answer. His lips were moving, but the speech didn’t form.
“I don’t want you to think I used you. I’ve shown that I can be nice to you. I’ll continue to be that way. A favorite trick of our Secret Service is using salami slicing to cut off money from people who are also a little out of favor. There are so many of them that it will cost three times your father’s fortune.”
“What will you want for it?” Now he sounded like he was defending me in the dining hall.
“I want to know how your hunt is going.”
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