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You can live without freedom the same way you can
live without light, happiness, or music      

Chastity, Hope, and I were exiled to our rooms for the rest

of the day, and I pretty much spent it in isolation. Cordelia had disabled my
own private internet hookup in case my domicile was ransacked so I was left
with school work to go over. At 12:30 they brought me lunch and at 6:30 a
student brought me dinner.

As I was eating, there was another knock on my door. This

time there was a girl I didn't recognize from the dorm.

"Yes?"

"Hi, I'm Alice Hendricks, and I'm your new Dorm

Mother," this bright-eyed brunette with pigtails and a gymnast's body
greeted me.

"Good for you," I replied then started to shut the

door.

"Wait," she said hurriedly. "The code you

gave Barbie Lynn Masters doesn't work." I sighed.

"Do you see that green pad beside the keypad?" I

indicated the object.

"Yes," she nodded.

"It is the thumb pad scanner. You enter your code and

scan your thumb," I told her.

She entered the code and scanned her thumb, and nothing

happened.

"It doesn't work," she noted. I rolled my eyes.

"Let's think about this," I groaned. "You

used Barbie Lynn's code and scanned your thumb." I watched as the wheels
turned behind her eyes.

"Oh, my thumb doesn't match the code, how is this going

to work now?" she questioned. "I need to access your room."

"Fine," I shrugged. I pushed her aside, covered

the keypad with my body, and entered the proper code to generate a new number.
"4-7-4-4 is your number. Punch it in and scan your thumb and you're
set."

"Good night," I told her, and headed back

upstairs.

"Wait. I need to check out your room," she

informed me. I grunted, turned, and faced her.

"Do you have a phone?" I asked. Alice nodded.

"Can I see it?" She hesitated but handed it over. "You are one
of the Enemy," I stated.

"What do you mean?" Alice asked. I handed her

phone back.

"The majority of the girls in this dorm don't have

phones anymore because of the Chancellor. You only have one because you are in
with the Chancellor and you are pretty much going to be hated for it. Don't get
caught alone in the showers, you scumbag," I warned her.

"That's not fair," she declared.

"Oh, we are past being fair, Alice. Now come upstairs

and get your tour over with," I shrugged.

Once we got there, Alice stumbled and gasped.

"How am I going to search through all of this?"

she wondered.

"That's not my problem," I told her. "I will

be in my bedroom." I went in that direction and I noted she was following
me. I flopped down on my bed and listened to her low whistle.

"This is your room? How did you get all this,

stuff?" she inquired.

"I bought all of this for the freshman class to use so

we could be safe from the Handmaiden's Duty from time to time," I
answered.

The door opened and a double set of footsteps came running

up the stairs. Rio and Iona came bolting into my room, stopping short when they
saw Alice.

"Hi, I'm Alice, your new Dorm Mother," she stated

crisply. "What are you doing in Zane's room?"

"Oh, the fuck you say?" snapped Rio. "Where

the hell is Barbie Lynn?"

"That is quite enough of that, Ms. Talon," Alice

demanded.

"Can you please give us some space?" I requested.

"No, I don't think that would be wise," Alice

countered.

"Fine, whatever," I shrugged. "What's the

news, girls?"

"They sent 40 of our people to the infirmary," Rio

said while glaring at Alice. "They preferred to shove us down stairs.
Barbie Lynn hurt her knee and Pandora Jaspers bust her scalp open."

"Alice, you are going to go out and sit on the sofa

now," I told her.

"No, I am not," she responded.

"This is your last chance to keep things civil,

Alice," I cautioned her.

"You seem to have forgotten why I am here," Alice

replied.

"I haven't forgotten, Alice, but you clearly don't understand

the cost of that decision," I said.

"What is that supposed to mean?" she shot back.

"Ladies, I'll see you tomorrow, but we clearly aren't

going to be given any common courtesy tonight," I told my ladies. Rio came
up, kissed me hungrily, and then glared at Alice.

"Cordelia needs to see you at the corner of the Clegger

Building at 12:15," Iona whispered in my ear as she hugged me. I gave her
a wink as we parted. The girls left and I had to put up with Alice for an hour
as she tried to make conversation and I did my best to ignore her.

"Zane," Dana Gorman called out as I reclined on a

sofa and Alice skulked around.

"Over here," I motioned.

"You have been temporarily reinstated by the Review

Board," she informed me. "Don't waste this opportunity." It was
8:00 o'clock at night so I had to wonder what discussions had taken place.

"Am I supposed to be grateful?" I scoffed. "I

didn't hear an apology for treating us students so shabbily, nor Heaven being
re-admitted. All you did is give us something today that you plan to take away
tomorrow."

"Don't be an idiot," Dana snapped. "You

aren't in a position to make demands."

"Well, it was nice to see you, Dana," I shrugged.

"I am sorry about this morning. You were very impressive, by the
way." Dana shook her head in disgust and left.

"You shouldn't have been mean to Coach Gorman,"

Alice scolded me. I shrugged.

Alice tried to be nice, insisting she wasn't in the way, but

ended up staying with me until my last bathroom break. I pretty much hated her.

Retribution, Removals, and Recouping strength.

The post-midnight meeting with Cordelia and a rag-tag group

of students was probably the most insane stunt I'd pulled for some time. I
thought Cordelia was nuts but my opinion was not solicited. I was wanted for my
upper body strength and long reach. See, one of the Administration's greatest
tools was the school's surveillance network.

As Cordelia saw it, there was one point of weakness for the

system and that was in the heart of the Security Center, the system servers that
coordinated all the incoming data and video feeds. We weren't going to sabotage
it; that would be simple. No, we were going to steal it, and that's exactly
what we did.

I had to admit that was the last thing Gorman would have

suspected us of trying to pull off and the best part of it was that all the
surveillance devices were rendered impotent because we stole the objects that
held the information of our misdeeds. We stole out the back gate of the campus
and buried the equipment out in the woods.

Lightning Strike

I knew there would be hell to pay and I couldn't contact my

normal shower-mates so I went to the shower early and was back in bed by the
time Dana Gorman stomped into my room.

"You weren't in the shower," she growled,

"but several other students were."

"Why are you angry for me not being in the shower with

the girls?" I yawned.

"Because it would give me leverage to make you give me

back my security system, you Jackass," she snapped.

"And you blame me, why?" I slipped out of the

covers, naked, and started to get dressed. Dana didn't seem to mind looking me
over.

"This is no longer a game," Dana pointed out.

"You've stolen thousands of dollars of University property. If I can't
find things and quickly, I am going to have to bring in the Sheriff's Department
and that equals criminal charges."

"Should I take it you've made no progress in the

assault on the students yesterday, or is their support for Christina good
enough reason for you to let them suffer?" I continued.

"You are being an idiot again," Gorman accused me.

"We can deal with that once you and the others stop treating this like
some social experiment and get back to your studies."

"I think this is the point where we cease having

anything to discuss, Coach," I muttered. Gorman looked down at the ground
and clenched her fists in frustration.

"A third of the Soccer team walked off yesterday. I

lost half the Karate club as well," she ground out. "Archery
disbanded, and it looks like Orienteering and Marksmanship will do the same
today. I'm telling you, this is nuts. I've worked my ass off making this school
athletically competitive and everyone is throwing that away."

"I don't know what to tell you except that I doubt any

of this would have happened if someone hadn't been gunning for Rio on our first
day," I said. "I certainly made mistakes but you made the first one.
I do have one thing I want you to think about."

"What is it?" she asked warily.

"How do you like your war now?" I stated with

intensity. She didn't laugh it off this time.

"You think this is going to keep going?" she

questioned.

"You have our backs against the wall; you are beating

and expelling us," I explained. "We don't have many options."

"I won't let you win," she said evenly.

"I'm afraid it is out of our hands, Dana," I warned

her. I didn't know for sure things were going to spiral out of control but I
couldn't see any way out of it. Dana shook her head and left.

Around 6:45 Alice came to escort me to breakfast. She

talked; I remained quiet until I picked up Rio, Valerie, and Iona. We were
crossing campus to the Dining Hall when Valerie nudged me. I looked in the same
direction she was and saw Hope walking across the lawn on a definite mission.
It didn't take me a second to see where she was heading; Rhaine and two of her associates
were in huddled conversation.

Rhaine never saw what hit her. Hope did a spin kick to her

head and sent her flying. She punched the other two, followed up with a heel
kick to one and two blows to the head to the last one. Hope then swooped down, snatched
up their phones, and rapidly walked away. The first attack hadn't lasted ten
seconds.

"This is your last chance to get out of this," I

whispered to Valerie.

"I'm sorry, Mother," Valerie sighed. I didn't have

time to know what that meant because I figured the open nature of Hope's attack
was Christina's way of telling the rest of us it was time to strike back for
what Rhaine's people had done to our side yesterday. I turned and clocked Alice
hard enough to knock her down.

"Rio, get her phone," I hissed to my friend. Rio

was surprised for a second, then jumped on Alice's body. People around us began
murmuring but most were in shock. I didn't wait around because I had spotted a
group of five of Rhaine's people a few feet ahead. The ripples of Hope's attack
started to reach them when I kicked the first one in the back.

Valerie was right at my side, flipping a second girl over

before she had a chance. I saw Iona grabbing up their phones even as we fought
on. The remaining three were able to turn and face us but it didn't do them any
good. We steamrolled over them, punching and kicking them into the ground. The
first girl near us began to scream as I closed on the next group.

This turned out to be Joy and Mercy. Valerie was about to

pummel them but I held her back.

"Joy, Mercy, sit on the ground and give us your

phones," I growled. They hesitated and tried to back up.

"Mercy, do it," Rio hissed. "I don't want to

see you get hurt." That did it for Mercy, and she took to her seat and
handed her phone to Rio.

Rio showing compassion toward Mercy was unlooked for and

something we'd have to talk about when this bout of madness ended. Joy went
down beside Mercy, allowing Valerie and I to move on. By the time we closed on
the fourth group, the general student body had figured out something bad was
happening and parted like the Red Sea as we approached our quarry.

The three girls we approached knew we were coming. I could

read their disbelief in their eyes; they couldn't imagine that the attacks
they'd perpetrated on our people were coming back to haunt them. One got a blow
into my stomach before we finished them off, giving their downed forms a few
extra kicks before heading for our last targets.

There were four of them, with the added complications of a

history teacher named Mrs. Cunningham who was a matronly,
sixty-something-year-old instructor. They were standing at the four doors that
entered into the Dining Hall and if I had been them, I would have run, but I
guessed that the teacher standing so close made them assume we'd hold back; we
didn't.

The first girl stepped up to say something to me when I

split her lip and sent her stumbling back. I kicked the one farthest away while
Valerie punched another one in the throat. I chased the second girl down and
while she was bent over, I pounded her in the cheek and planted her in the
ground.

I spun back and kicked the first girl in the face, flipping

her over, and witnessed Valerie run the fourth girl into a door and knock her
out. Mrs. Cunningham finally recovered enough to grab my arm.

"What are you doing?" she muttered weakly.

"Yesterday, these girls thought it would be fun to kick

some of their fellow students down some stairs, landing them to the
infirmary," I responded. "Today they reaped what they sowed." I
had no idea if any of the girls I'd attacked had actually beaten up any of
Christina's people, but that wasn't the point.

The Administration had let Rhaine's girls know that they

wanted Christina's people intimidated and suppressed. Not being schooled in the
application of force, things had escalated when Christina's people had not
backed down. The Chancellor had let them think they were entitled and we'd just
shown them they were not; they were going to be held accountable for what they
did.

Mrs. Cunningham released me and bent over the first moaning

girl. Iona came up with a handful of phones.

"What do we do with these?" she asked.

"Give them to me," chuckled Rio. She took the

phones, took out the memory cards, and chucked the phones up on the roof.

In the end, Christina only used twenty of us to send eighty

of Rhaine's people to the infirmary, and we accomplished it all in under five
minutes. We brazenly arrived at breakfast, most of us making for the food line
but Rio sprinting for the bathrooms to flush the evidence. Up with the
teachers, things were in utter chaos.

Gorman's walky-talky didn't seem to be working (thank you,

Cordelia) so she grabbed the closest student and wrote them a message. She
handed it to the girl (a freshman) who promptly read it, then ate it right in
front of the coach. Coach sat that girl down, grabbed a second girl. This one
took the message and ran straight to the bathroom and flushed it.

Around Chancellor Bazz a storm was boiling over. Several

teachers had witnessed the violence and wanted something done about it before
one of them was drug into the matter by means of a physical confrontation. They
were demanding the attacking students to be rounded up immediately.

Several teachers, led by Doctor Larson, were begging,

pleading, and demanding that the Chancellor call it quits with this whole
suppression scheme. Bazz refused to budge, ordering Gorman to round everyone up
and hold them in the parking lot. Gorman was trapped.

"That's insane," Dana snapped. "What am I

going to round them up with, students? We've seen how well that's worked. I
don't have enough security guards to peacefully bring them in and my only
alternative is to bring in the Sheriff's Department and use force, and I'm not
going to do that."

"You will if I tell you to," the Chancellor

threatened. Dana threw her hands up in the air and backed away. She paced for
about a minute, long enough for us to get our food and take our seats, which
were all in one section of the Dining Hall due to some 'screw up' (read:
Cordelia) in their seating assignment. There appeared to be around three
hundred of us now and morale was high.

I caught sight of Gorman angling toward Christina and

starting to talk. Christina signaled for her to stop but only long enough to
summon three people to her, one being me. Temperance, the senior, was one of
them, and the third was a girl I'd only known by her photograph. She was Hannah
Cartwright, the Sophomore Class President.

"I'm asking for a cease-fire," Dana reiterated.

"The fighting ends on both sides, strict discipline will be enforced for
any and all infractions, and there will be no administrative actions for what
has happened over the past forty-eight hours."

"We want our phones, tablets, and laptops back, plus

the ability to use them," Temperance stated.

"All expulsions are to be cancelled and the procedure

to bring Heaven back is to begin immediately," I continued. Dana nodded to
both addendums.

"I want my security system back," Dana countered.

"We will start looking for it as soon as this deal goes

through," Christina agreed.

"That is the best I can hope for," Dana sighed.

She stuck out her hand to Christina, who stood and shook it. "Deal?"
Christina looked around to get our consensus.

"Deal," Christina echoed. I wanted to sit back and

savor our partial victory but Christina was tense and nervous and that infected
us all.

When Dana got back to the Chancellor, she made her case.

Doctor Bazz glared at her for a moment but the words that followed, while
spoken in a low voice, reverberated throughout the hall.

"That's idiotic; we will not negotiate with these

children. Your incompetence has led us to this point, Ms. Gorman; you are
fired." Several teachers immediately protested but Dana simply put down
her walky-talky, turned, and strolled out of the room.

Doctor Bazz cancelled classes for the day and confined

everyone to their dorm rooms and dorm floors until the situation was resolved.
Christina told us to ignore the travel restrictions but to keep in groups and
avoid confronting security. When we were ordered from the hall, I noticed
everyone was traveling in groups now, even the teachers. Things had become
totally crazy.

As Valerie, Rio, Iona and I returned to our dorm, we ran

across Alice coming back from the nurse's office. When she saw us, she looked
hurt and a bit afraid, but she showed enough courage to confront me.

"Why did you hit me?" she demanded. "I did

nothing to deserve that."

"Alice, you were sent to spy on me, or did you search

every dorm room as thoroughly as you searched mine?" I shot back.

"I was told to do that when I accepted the position of

Dorm Mother," she replied.

"Did it occur to you that I might resent being singled

out for persecution and, if given a chance, I'd strike back?" I explained.
"If not, it should have, especially after yesterday."

"I had nothing to do with what happened to those other

girls," she shook her head.

"Listen, you stupid cunt," Rio snapped. "You

got orders from the same person who sent those girls to hurt our friends."

"When you chose to take Barbie Lynn's place, you placed

yourself side by side with those mean girls, Alice," Iona added. "You
chose to be a soldier in their army. Soldiers get shot, even if they don't get
involved in shooting at the enemy themselves."

"It is time for you to go," Valerie told Alice. Alice

stayed in the hallway as the rest of us walked away. By the time we made it to
my door, Pandora, Paige, Brandi, and Opal had joined us.

"Cordelia wants your hook-up activated once more,"

Pandora informed me. She had a bruised right eye and a bandage above the
eyebrow. "She figures any minute now, the Chancellor will shut down our
regular internet lines."

"Sure thing," I agreed.

"I'll get the hot oil and work Valerie over after that

tough fight she was in," Rio volunteered.

"Boundaries," Valerie cautioned my buddy.

"Besides, if anyone works over this body, it will be Zane." Rio
chortled and I gave the tall biker-chick a skeptical look.

"Just kidding," she laughed, "though we both

could probably use some stress relief." That train of thought was
interrupted by a fresh group of freshmen entering the area. I went over to one
of the glass panels that gave me a view over the campus. Small groups of
students were violating the curfew, and here and there a lone campus security
guard gave chase but it was an uneven struggle. Students could run inside a
dorm and vanish, and Campus Security didn't have the resources to search every
dorm room.

The pair that came up the stairs thirty minutes later was a

real stunner. It was Barbie Lynn with her knee wrapped up, being supported by,
Dana Gorman. Dana also had a backpack that clinked very time she moved.

"Look what I found sneaking across campus," Gorman

snorted. No one said anything; she was the Evil Henchman, after all.

"Thanks, Dana," I said, as I took Barbie off her

hands, "take a seat and relax for a while. What brings you to my room,
anyway?" Barbie looked terribly concerned by this turn of events.

"My cable is dead, no internet or TV, and I don't have

access to the few remaining security systems, so I figured if anyone had access
to the outside world, it would be you," Dana related.

"What do you need?" I continued.

"I'd like to watch some international soccer," she

told me. I looked toward Paige, who shrugged, then nodded. Dana took a spot on
the closest sofa to a TV and sat down. She unzipped her backpack and pulled out
a beer. Rio homed in on that and jumped over the sofa beside Dana.

"What do you think you are doing?" Dana asked Rio

as my friend put her hand into the satchel.

"Getting a beer; I figure we are all rebels here,"

Rio smirked.

"No, you are a rebel; I'm unemployed, and I don't want

to add a criminal conviction for giving alcohol to a minor to my list of
accomplishments," Dana explained.

"Come with me," Valerie commanded, as she scooped

up Rio's arm and headed away. "Let's play some pool."

"Oh!" Rio bubbled, "Are you going to use your

big hard stick on me?"

"Yes; it is called caning," Valerie retorted.

Barbie Lynn, Iona, & Zane

Iona was looking lost with everyone seemingly going in

different directions, so I took her by the hand and, with Barbie Lynn, retired
to my bedroom.

"I love you two," I sighed as the stress slowly

started to recede. Barbie Lynn pulled close to my side and when I looked at
her, we kissed. Iona pressed into my front and rested her head on my chest.

Our lips parted and I looked to Iona, who was giving me a

wide-eyed smile. We kissed for some time until Barbie Lynn began massaging my
rod through my pants. I returned to Barbie until Iona hugged me tight,
resulting in me going back and forth for a while.

"Let's go to bed," Iona suddenly spoke up. Barbie

Lynn chuckled at the smaller girl's assertiveness while I marveled at how far
she'd come from the scared girl who had grabbed my arm only a few weeks earlier.

I sat Barbie Lynn down on the edge of the bed and worked off

her skirt first. I stopped Iona from doing the same, preferring to undress her
next. I alternated taking off items of clothing until they were finally naked
on the bed, side by side before me.

"Well, Zane," Barbie Lynn began, sliding one leg

up until the heel was touching her thigh.

"What are you waiting for," Iona finished,

mimicking Barbie's movements.

"I would like to express right now how much I've missed

the both of you," I swore to them.

"Less talk; more action," Barbie Lynn instructed.

I began stripping as fast as I could and the girls crawled underneath the
covers.

Iona was on her back, propped up on her elbows as I finished

shedding my clothes. Barbie Lynn surprised her by rolling onto her side and
taking a nipple into her mouth, causing Iona to give a startled squeak. Iona
had not expected to be the center of our attention, that was normally Barbie
Lynn's role, so she couldn't mount an effective defense against our combined
affections.

We each feasted on a nipple, taking the occasional stop to

kiss Iona deeply, or one another, with Iona's breasts rubbing against our
cheeks. Both our hands made our way to Iona's honey box, pulled her reluctant
legs apart, and began rubbing all over her pubic area. We pushed fingers almost
a knuckle deep into her super-tight virgin cunt.

Barbie and I spread her juices around, making the whole

pubic mound slick and fluid. We even put our fingers on opposite sides of her
clit and rolled them back and forth, sending her over the edge.

"Jesus," she panted. "Oh, thank you, thank

you, oh, thank you," she gasped. "This feels so good, Yes!" she
cried out.

At this point, I was thinking about letting Iona go but

Barbie Lynn kept flicking her clit and probing her cunt while sucking in and
twirling her breast. I added a finger to the mix and kissed Iona, who
desperately tried to suck my tongue out of my mouth, ouch! At the same time,
Iona's back arched off the bed again and again, her thighs trembled, and she
clutched at the headboard so hard it shook.

At the point I feared Iona's heart would explode, I pushed

Barbie Lynn's hand away and she looked up with her lips slick with the saliva
generated by sucking on Iona's tits.

"She is the best friend I've made all year," Barbie

Lynn confided in me.

"Better than me?" I questioned.

"Honey," she drawled, "I think we can agree

you're a tad more than a friend."

"What am I, then," I teased; "pen pal,

cyber-fan, bosom buddy?"

"I think bosom buddy, she grinned as she squeezed her

magnificent orbs together, ", is closer to what I'm aiming for."

"My cunt is still quivering," Iona mumbled in a

tiny voice. "Did I lose my virginity?"

"No, Baby," Barbie Lynn cooed to her, "You

had a really good one is all. That is what an orgasm is supposed to feel like.
That is what Zane does to me every time." Huh? I do?

"Oh," Iona sighed dreamily, "I like that.

Isn't it your turn now?"

"It certainly is, and Zane knows what I want, don't

you," she winked.

"I'll get it," I feigned annoyance, "but I'm still

going to take my time with you. I'm not rushing into anything."

"I like the way you think," Barbie Lynn purred.

She laid out on the bed, her beautiful breasts spreading out and her hair
cascading over the pillows she rested on. It hurt to move away from the sight
of her.

I got a small tube of lube, crawled over to her, and wedged

the tube to the small of her back. Letting her body warm it up would make the
sensation more pleasurable.

"Whoa, that's cold," she gasped and wiggled.

"Let me warm you up, then," I grinned. I moved

underneath the sheets and then between her legs.

"Hello," she said demurely, my body poised over

hers, our faces nose to nose. She rested her elbows on my shoulders with her
arms up. "This feels good, Zane, feels right." Her thighs pressed
against mine and my cock rested on her pubic mound. I moved my face down and
stole a quick kiss. Barbie followed suit and soon we were lip-locked.

In time we were trading kisses on the neck and earlobes, our

heads playfully moving back and forth. When I reached the top of her
breastbone, Barbie Lynn flinched; she'd tried to loop her bum knee over my leg
and the pain had been a sharp reminder of her limitations. I lowered myself and
took a nipple into my lips and tickled it with my tongue.

"Does that make it feel better?" I teased her.

"Uh-huh," she purred, "now get back to

it." I hardly felt inclined to deny her request and began alternating each
nipple and breast. I let my lips and tongue go over every inch of her breast,
especially along the base where a slight taste of sweat mixed with the scent of
her body soap.

"Zane, I want you in me," she pleaded with sultry

passion.

"But I want this," I responded, running my hand

along her puffy cunt lips.

"I promise we can do that later, you know how much I love

your tongue, but I'm missing something else even more," she expressed her
desire.

I thought about the body dynamics of the situation and

decided the best solution was to roll Barbie Lynn's hips on their side, lifting
her left, uninjured leg to my shoulder. Retrieving the warm lube, I rubbed some
liberally over her ass hole and two of my fingers, pushing the middle finger
gently in first.

Barbie Lynn flexed her body and moaned as the finger pressed

into her. Soon she was rocking her hips and pushing down on my hand.

"That still looks painful," Iona whispered as she

moved in for a closer look.

"The pleasure far exceeds the pain, Shugah."

Barbie Lynn expressed what was about to come.

I leaned/crawled over her hips, one hand still working

Barbie's tits over while I kissed a nipple and tugged on it with my teeth.
Barbie was letting her arm roam around when Iona intercepted it and put the
blonde's fingertips to her mouth. Unbidden, Iona began sucking on those fingers
and I could see that Barbie was torn between the eroticism of the act and the
fact it was innocent little Iona who was doing it.

Barbie Lynn used her free hand to push her succulent boob

deeper into my mouth, not that there was any way I could get it all into my
mouth. Iona went from finger to finger, spending extra time on the thumb.
Barbie's chest began heaving from the excitement and took a jolt when I sunk my
second finger into her rectum.

"Are you okay?" Iona worried.

"Yes, yes, yes," Barbie Lynn exulted happily,

"and it's going to get better real soon."

I decided to move two fingers along her sopping wet slit and

let my thumb depress her clit and rub it around.

"Aha, ah, oh, yeah," she panted as my hands began

working in tandem. I could tell Barbie Lynn was fighting a losing battle
against her orgasm and I wasn't in a mood to make things easy. I rammed my two
fingers deep into her ass while biting her nipple and strumming her clit as
fast as I could.

"Lord Jesus loves Me!!!!" she went off. "Gah!

Yeah, yeah, oh, ugh, baby, Yes!" Barbie Lynn went on and on with
increasing volume. Her cunt dripped all over my fingers, slick and sensual to
my touch. I brought those fingers to my lips, going back for a second taste
while her body still shook from her climax.

"Don't mind us," Rio announced as she strolled

into my room, pulling a reluctant Mercy behind her. "My bitch is here and
I'm going to bite a chunk off."

"Hi, Mercy," Iona waved. Mercy shot her an

embarrassed smile. Rio led her to the far side of the bed. I was a bit
concerned that too many people were coming into my room but I couldn't look
everywhere and pay attention to Barbie Lynn and Iona too.

I took up the lube and coated my cock. Before I could spread

it out evenly, Iona reached down and did the job for me, even sharing a shy
smile with me as she did so. She even helped me lodge it against Barbie Lynn's
anus. Iona felt the tension along my cock until Barbie's sphincter gave way and
let me in, then she moved her hand away.

"Wow," she whispered, even as Barbie Lynn sighed

in satisfaction. As a counterpoint, we heard

"On your knees, Slut-Bunny," Rio barked to Mercy.

She pushed Mercy forward face-first on the bed, flipped up her skirt, and took
a bite out of her ass. Mercy yelped and buried her face in the sheets. Sometimes
Rio could be sane, but totally nuts was her default setting.

I measured the tremors in her body as I gently pressed my

body onto Barbie Lynn's hips, deepening the penetration of my cock into her
back passage.

"Oh, God, Zane," she moaned. "This never gets

old, filling me up like you do." I slapped her meaty ass cheek hard enough
to leave an angry red handprint. Barbie gave a deep intake of breath that
became a squeal of joy.

Mercy grunted as Rio yanked her panties off her ass and down

her legs.

"Crawl over there and give Barbie Lynn a kiss,"

Rio demanded. Mercy gulped and hesitated to respond so Rio hauled off and
smacked her ass hard enough for people outside the room to hear. Mercy's eyes
grew wide, her mouth gaped open, and her cheeks flushed, then she smiled.

She made her way slowly across the bed, clearly enticing Rio

to spank her several more times. Mercy first brought Barbie Lynn's gaze over
toward her by tipping her chin with one careful hand. The first kiss was
tentative and tender. SMACK!

"Kiss her like you want to be kissed, you whore!"

Rio taunted Mercy. As she spanked her with one hand, she drove two fingers into
Mercy's cunt with the other.

I had to assume that Mercy was already pretty wet because

instead of pulling away from the penetration, Mercy leaned forward on her
elbows while thrusting her hips back against Rio's intrusion. While I was being
sensitive to the slow burn Barbie Lynn was going through, Rio drove her hand
rapidly like a maniac.

It was a good thing that Mercy liked it rough, but then she

chose to be with Rio as much as Rio chose to pick on her. At the opposite side
of the expression spectrum, Iona curled up against Barbie's other side and let
her lips gracefully flit along the shoulder and arm. Mercy returned for another
kiss at the same time I reached my full expansion inside of Barbie Lynn.

"Oh, my," Barbie gasped. I waited as she adjusted

internally while Mercy kissed her with a lot more passion and intensity. That
didn't stop Rio from administering a few more sharp smacks to Mercy's bottom,
compelling Mercy to rumble with a hunger for more. Iona let her lips migrate
from arm to hip, and leading up Barbie Lynn's hip to my stomach.

"Reach a hand back here and take over, you slut,"

Rio told Mercy. When Mercy made the maneuver, Rio began stripping down. Unlike
this weekend, she had only her two labia piercings in, though she still had her
tattoo along the hip. She gave me both raised eyebrows to go along with her
insane grin as the clothes finished coming off.

I partially withdrew my member from Barbie Lynn, eliciting a

moan. Iona settled up against me, resting her hands on my chest and hip. I kept
a grip on Barbie's hip and slipped a hand around Iona's hip and buttocks,
rubbed it along her anus, ending at her cunt.

"Ugh," Iona grunted, as I stroked her kitty and

sunk a finger inside.

The group of us got into a rhythm once Rio knelt behind

Mercy and began lapping up her cunt and squeezing her ass. By the way Barbie
Lynn was pushing and rotating her hips, grabbing the sheets in tight fists and
moaning between her kisses with Mercy, she was approaching her second orgasm.

"Zane, Jesus Christ, Zane, oh, God, Baby, ah, aha,

Yes!" she screamed. Her ass muscles gripped, twisted, and squeezed my cock
so hard, it took all my concentration to not shoot off into her rectum. Barbie
Lynn kept pulsing and rocking over the sheets as waves of intense pleasure
crested and slowly worked its way through her system.

Iona and I started seriously kissing as she stood on her

knees beside me.

"I want to try something," I told her.

"He wants to try something?" I heard Valerie's

voice talking to an unseen party. "Somehow the current five-way isn't
enough for him." There was a snort in agreement of that.

I pumped Barbie Lynn four times in quick succession, then

leaned back until my cock was at the very edge of leaving her ass. My torso
pivoted, I slipped my arms between Iona's legs and pulled her up by her
buttocks and to me.

"What?" she gasped.

As Iona rose up and I twisted back to a face-forward

position, I licked and tongue-tickled my way from her chest, to her stomach,
and finally to her pubic hair.

"Ah, oh, okay," Iona exhaled with pleasure. She

put her hands on my shoulders, moved higher, and moved her legs over my arms
and rested them on my shoulders.

I still had to hold tight to her ass and raise her to the

point I could get my mouth fully on her clit and moist lips.

"Oh, damn," Rio giggled, "Zane's making me

pull out my toys." SMACK! "Mercy, you behave." Rio moved off the
bed, stopped, and said, "You had better not remember where I'm getting
these from," to another person.

"I wouldn't think of it," Dana Gorman allowed.

Clearly my surprise showed in my body because she spoke again. "I wanted
to see what all my girls were giggling and whispering about in the showers. I
put it down to standard virgin girl hysteria. Now, "

"I half expect some porn director to say 'Cut, print'

at any second," Valerie added.

I really didn't need my sex life critiqued at this moment. I

was balancing one girl on my face, licking her silly, while pounding Barbie
Lynn's ass. Seriously, can't a man have a simple three-way with two college
girls in his room in peace? I was soon too overwhelmed by the price of my
sexual ambition to worry about that question.

I drank deep of Iona's nectar, licking along the folds from

top to bottom while letting my upper lip press against her throbbing clit. She
took one hand from my shoulder, wrapped it up in my hair, and cautiously pushed
my face deeper into her cunt.

"Oh, God, Zane, ah, yes, yes, yes," she panted.

"That's it, right there, Ah!"

Iona began riding my face with greater and greater vigor.

Barbie Lynn gyrated against my crotch. I heard a vibrator cut on and Mercy groaned
as Rio did something to her. I suspected that was moving her off Barbie because
Barbie began using greater force against me. I began to feel a tightness
building up in my guts as my blood pounded from the exertions I was putting
myself through.

"Come here, Mercy," Rio coaxed, "On your

back, my little slut, and spread those legs." I wished I could see what
she was up to because soon Mercy was moaning and gurgling all over the place.

"Please, Rio," Mercy pleaded, "please, "

"Do you like that?" Rio teased. "Wiggle that

ass for me, then, Baby."

"Ah, oh, Rio, I love you," Mercy moaned. Smack!

"None of that, you skank," Rio snapped. "You

are my toy, nothing more."

"Yes," sobbed Mercy.

"Good girl," Rio responded. Mercy gave off a

hiccup, then a gasp of pleasure. "You know you are my tight-ass whore;
right?" Her victim lurched and moaned several more times.

"Yes, yes, I understand," Mercy gasped. "I'm

yours, whenever, you want." SMACK!

"Good girl. Now shake that ass, Bitch," Rio

continued. Mercy began making choking, sobbing sounds. "Don't you dare cum
until you get me off. Work that tongue like you mean it." I could now
visualize Rio and Mercy in a sixty-nine, Rio on top, with a dildo up Mercy's
ass.

While figuring that out, I almost missed Iona starting to spasm

on my face. I could feel her cunt contracting on my tongue. One hand was
yanking and releasing my hair while the fingernails on the other dug into my
shoulder. I moved my tongue and latched onto her clit with my lips and sucked
on it for all I was worth.

"Ah, oh, oh, oh, Zane!" Iona screamed. Her fluids

dripped over my nose, into my mouth, and down my chin, but that wasn't my
problem. My problem was that Iona's body was convulsing, bending her backward
toward the head of the bed and me forward into Barbie Lynn. Of course, if I
couldn't stop Iona's progress, she'd topple onto Barbie Lynn too.

"Oh, God fuck damn!" Barbie exploded as I rammed

my full length into her inadvertently. "Jesus, love, which was cut off by
her orgasm taking over. Her anal muscles constricted and that was it for me.
Hot semen shot down Barbie's gut, causing her to scream even louder. My whole
body was trembling from my ejaculation, plus the strain the two women were
putting on me.

Somehow I hung on long enough for Iona to reach behind her,

catching the headboard, while Barbie Lynn extended her arms up to brace Iona
from tumbling over.

"Fuck, yeah, that's what I'm talking about," Rio

laughed. "Mercy, you can come now."

"Uh, uh, thank, oh, God," Mercy gasped out.

"Rio, umm, ugh," she choked out before she buried her face into Rio's
cunt and muffled further expressions of ecstasy.

"Gurr," Rio growled, before burying her face into

the top of Mercy's thigh. I figured by Mercy's thrashing that Rio took a bit of
a nip out of her playmate's flesh. In a shuddering heap of sweaty flesh, Iona,
Barbie Lynn, and I flopped onto the bed without anyone being crushed. They lay
there while I remained on my knees.

"Damn," Valerie chuckled, "I feel like a

virgin all over again."

"Hell, I need to take a shower and I just sat

here," Gorman agreed. I moved between Barbie Lynn and Iona. "Fuck,
he's still hard."

"Zane's like that," Barbie Lynn laughed between

gasps of breath. "He's always hard after the first round, God bless his
soul."

Iona snuggled into me, kissing my chest between gulps of

air.

"It's only been thirty minutes," Iona sighed.

"We'll let him recharge a little bit before going at him again."

"Yes, my ass hurts," Barbie Lynn added. "I

won't be ready for, say an hour."

Rio dismounted Mercy and rolled next to Barbie Lynn.

"Mercy, get up here and kiss me, damn it," Rio

breathed huskily. Mercy staggered around on all fours and crawled up Rio's body
until she straddled her. A dreamy smile on her face, Mercy went to kiss Rio on
the lips but Rio stopped her.

"No, you don't, you cunt," Rio chastised her.

"Here," she indicated her chin. Mercy kissed it. Rio then led Mercy
on a slow quest over her nose, cheeks, earlobe, and finally the lips. Rio
grabbed Mercy's hips and pulled the older girl down on top of her.

"Okay, I have to ask; how did Rio end up in bed with

Mercy? Mercy is one of my better martial artists and Rio is, well, Rio, kind of
an annoying little twerp," Gorman wondered.

"I won her playing bingo," was Rio's smarmy

comeback.

"They developed a relationship when you put her in our

path," I was a bit more honest. "Mercy discovered something about
herself and someone in Rio who could satisfy her needs." To emphasize the
point, Rio spanked Mercy's ass hard and the girl humped Rio in response.

"So, besides Cappadocia, are there any of my other

girls you, have a relationship with?" Dana inquired. She even leaned
forward on the chair she was sitting on.

"What makes you think Cappy and I have a thing?" I

asked.

"On Monday," Dana rolled her eyes at my naivet ,

"she hated you and on Wednesday, she couldn't keep her eyes off of you and
couldn't drive the other teammates out of the gym for your, private lesson.
Just because I'm over thirty doesn't mean I'm soft in the head."

"That's not fair, Coach," Rio smiled past Mercy.

"We never thought you were bright."

Before I could say or do anything, Barbie Lynn elbowed her.

"Ow!" Rio snickered. "Why are you hitting

me?"

"I owe you. You said a bad thing, and Zane says never

fight yesterday's battles. Now that the Coach is no longer the bad girl, we
don't pick on her," Barbie Lynn explained.

"But I'm always annoying," Rio countered.

"Why is this time special?"

"Rio, don't you think Zane deserves a break? He's

always throwing himself onto the train tracks for you and you give him shit for
it," Barbie Lynn sounded a bit cross. "After all, you wouldn't have
Mercy if you'd had your way. Zane was right about you being good for the rest
of us to know, and he was right about saving Mercy. I trust him about Coach
because I trust you too."

"Trust, smust, I'll keep my spank-o-matic," Rio

grimaced. She clearly got Barbie Lynn's point but admitting it at the moment
wasn't in her. "So, does anyone want to give Mercy a hard spanking? If
not, I'm going to get my big strap-on and ream her ass until she is so hoarse,
she can't scream anymore."

"Don't you think you two need to grow together before

using the 'OMG' model?" I warned her. That thing would tear Mercy's
unprepared ass to shreds. I reached over Barbie Lynn and spanked Mercy four
times, two to each ass cheek. She yelped and jolted with each contact, and
while tears welled in her eyes, she couldn't have been happier.

"I'm getting my favorite strap-on, then," Rio

wiggled from under Mercy.

"Hold her back," Valerie joked. "She's lost

her mind." Mercy buried her face in the bed, shook her head, and raised
her ass up in the air. "Fine, if it's the Spas-monkey you want, so be
it."

"Have some of this," Barbie Lynn fished out the

lubricant and handed it to Mercy. "I don't know how patient Rio is going
to be when she gets back."

Rio, who was only a few feet away getting out and attaching

her strap-on, stuck out her tongue at Valerie and Barbie. "Spas-monkey? I
prefer Vibrator-Bunny, or didn't you two get my tweet?"

"How about Vibrating Spas?" Iona suggested. Rio

howled and charged the bed.

"That's it," she giggled, "that tight little

virgin ass-hole is mine!" Iona squawked and buried herself under my side.

"That's my virgin ass to nurture and enjoy, bro, not

yours," I taunted Rio as I reached around and put a comforting arm around
Iona. I wasn't sure how Iona would take that. Her kisses to my ribs ended those
worries.

"I'll nipple twist you for her," Rio grinned.

Belying her threat, she was lining up behind Mercy while Mercy was rubbing lube
all along her ass cleft and anus.

"I never considered the benefits of anal sex in a

school full of virgin school girls," Valerie mused. "Oral sex, I
expected, but not anal."

"Somehow, when the Founders created the Purity Pledge,

I suspect they were forbidding all kinds of intercourse, but they never counted
on Zane," Dana stated.

"Rio, I'm not going to take you on in a contest you

love and I hate," I smiled. "How about a shoot-off? I'll spot you two
orgasms."

"Four," Rio hissed. She'd spread the oil over her

dildo and was slowly pushing it into the ass of Mercy. Mercy had her face still
buried in the sheets, her fists balled up and her hips pushing back.

"Uh, uh, uh," Mercy groaned, as Rio penetrated

with short jabs. She rested her hands on Mercy's shoulder and neck.

"Okay, now I'm grateful I sleep on my back,"

Valerie commented. "I promised Zane I wouldn't break her, but if I felt
that poking my hiney, I'd stick it somewhere she'd not soon forget."

"Do the world a favor and stick it in her mouth,"

Dana smirked.

"Hardy, har-har," Rio chuckled. She reached down

beside Mercy, retrieved her vibrator, and began rubbing it along that girl's
cunt slit and clit. Barbie Lynn reached for my cock and began stroking it,
rubbing it along her ass and between her cheeks.

"I need another beer," Dana sighed. "All this

is doing is reminding me that plastic doesn't really get the job done."

"Get me a Coke and I'll get the popcorn," Valerie

said. "After all, I have an open invitation to join whenever I want."
I had to wonder when that had happened, then I remembered Rio and her big
mouth.

Iona had settled in on her side, head propped up on her

elbow, as she watched me push into Barbie Lynn once more. I had my hands on her
hip and thigh, pushing in with more force this time around.

"Feels, so, good," Barbie Lynn sighed, as my cock

filled up her rectum. "Make me feel good, Daddy."

I lifted up her left leg, then gingerly took her wounded leg

and raised it to my shoulder as well. As I felt the deep reaches of her bowels
envelop me, Barbie Lynn arched her back and let out a sob of joy.

"Oh, that's what I need," she moaned, "That's

what I've missed."

Unlike our first round, this time we were raw with our

hunger for one another. I kneaded her breasts, teasing and pulling the nipples
from time to time. Her body was folded up so that our faces were close enough
for me to lock onto those gorgeous bedroom blue eyes. Barbie licked her lips
and blew kisses at me.

I was so into Barbie sensually that I almost missed Mercy

going off next to us.

"Oh God, oh fuck, oh God!" she verbally exploded.

"Please!!!" Rio kept up the slap, slap, slap of her thighs against
Mercy's ass.

"Don't you give up on me, Bitch," Rio taunted her.

She grabbed a handful of Mercy's hair and pulled her shoulder up off the bed
until she was balancing on her hands and knees.

Rio shot a look my way and mouthed 'I love you' as she kept

working Mercy over into one cascading orgasm after another. I was pounding deep
into Barbie Lynn's tight orifice, Rio was happy, and Iona was giving me a
dreamy, contented look. Life could hardly be better.

"Zane, we need to, Oh, My God!" Virginia Goodswell

cried out in a shocked voice.

"Here, have my seat, Virginia," Gorman grinned.

"You look like you are about to fall over." I hadn't even heard Dana
or Valerie return.

"Zane, what are you doing?" Virginia questioned.

"I'm a little busy," I ground out. Fucking was

hard, attention intensive, and pleasurable work.

"Virginia, he's having anal intercourse with Barbie

Lynn Masters," Dana chuckled. "I thought that would have been
obvious. Rio Talon is using a strap-on and a dildo on Mercy Chaplain, and Iona,
having been touched and licked to two orgasms, is sitting this round out."

"I can see that and, Dana, what are you doing

here?" Virginia, my Spiritual Advisor, asked.

"I'm unemployed so they aren't my students

anymore," Dana snorted. "Also, Zane's got one of the few illegal
internet hook-up plus satellite TV. My apartment is a tomb,
comparatively."

"This was the farthest thing from my mind when I

learned my Dad was sending me to an All-Girl Christian University,"
Valerie added.

"It is the skirts," Rio giggled. "Zane can't

keep his hands off the skirts."

"In my experience, Zane has the pathological desire to

worship the female form," Iona joined in.

"Listen, I knew Zane was having, relationships, but

coming in and finding him in bed with four women, girls, students is a bit much
to wrap my mind around," Virginia related. "My sex life has been a
bit vanilla."

"I prefer to think of mine as disappointing," Dana

confessed.

"All my boyfriends have lived under threat of

dismemberment, so I've had it pretty safe too," Valerie stated.

"Threat of dismemberment?" Virginia stammered.

"She's a member of a major criminal biker organization

in the Rockies," Dana informed her.

"We are a motorcycle club," Valerie defended her

family.

"I'm having sex here," I growled. "If you

don't mind, "

"We are good, Zane," Valerie replied. "Don't

worry about us, and Barbie needs you."

"Gee, thanks," I grumbled, but she was right;

Barbie Lynn needed my attention.

"Ms. Palmer, every one of your known associates, except

your baby sister, has a criminal record," Dana said.

"I've never been convicted of anything," Val

countered, "and Mom got off on a bad search."

Mercy cried out as Rio shifted to sharp powerful jabs with

her artificial cock.

"I've got a record," Rio crowed proudly.

"That only means you were sloppy enough to get

caught," Valerie pointed out.

"It wasn't my fault; I ran out of road while driving a

stolen Porsche," Rio told us.

"You stole a Porsche?" Valerie asked.

"How do you run out of road in an expensive,

high-performance sports car?" Virginia wondered.

"Yes, take that, Mercy, you bitch," slap, slap,

"I stole a Porsche and I ran out of road when I cruised into another car
showroom on the far side of town. Who knew that those dumb sons-of-bitches
didn't put a back way out that place?"

"Rio, why did you steal something that didn't belong to

you in the first place?" Iona begged to know.

"Blame drugs, teenage hormones, or the fact that it was

a school night, I hadn't studied for a test the next day, and this sounded like
the best way of not having to take it," Rio suggested.

I would have told them that was Rio-speak for 'I have no

idea' except I'd finally stretched Barbie Lynn's hamstrings to the point we had
our tongues entwined, mouths pressed, and teeth nibbling on each other's lips
like famished lovers. I could feel her anal spasm vibrating up through her body
and her lungs fighting for air. She was getting close and I thought it was
going to be a big one.

"That would be an exhibition of low impulse

control," Dana chided Rio.

"I think it shows poor life choices," Virginia

stated.

"I think it shows she's fucking nuts," Valerie

declared.

"Fine, whatever, but I'm one of the two people fucking

a sweet piece of ass while you dykes are sitting on the sidelines," Rio
taunted them.

"You are my students," Virginia began, "I

don't, She was interrupted by Barbie Lynn.

"Ugh, Oh, Lord Jesus, Zane," she gasped then,

"Ai!" she screamed so loud I was afraid my brain would explode. She
kept trying to buck me off and thrash about so violently that I was afraid
she'd hurt herself, or me.

I rode that wave for almost a minute before Barbie Lynn made

one final strenuous effort, then went limp in my arms. I gently shifted her
legs down my sides to rest on the bed. I remained propped over her until her
eyes focused on me and an ephemeral smile graced her lips.

"Umm, sleepy," she purred.

"Okay, Babe," I said, then kissed her nose. Her

eyes closed and her breathing became low and regular. "Okay," I
whispered once again. I slowly withdrew from her and slid down the bed.

"What was that?" Virginia asked softly.

"I'm pretty sure that was an orgasm," Dana

responded.

"No, I think that was fucking a girl into

unconsciousness," Valerie countered.

"Ugh, ugh, uh, Rio, oh, yeah, it hurts," Mercy

moaned.

"And here goes the other one," Dana chuckled.

"I know it hurts, Mercy-slut, now cum for your

Momma," Rio groaned to Mercy as he pressed her body onto Mercy's back.

"Ugh, I, I'm, trying," Mercy gasped out, then she

screamed as Rio rammed the vibrator onto Mercy's clit and flicked it onto the
high setting. "Oh, Fuck Me!!" she screamed. Mercy's body fell forward
prostrate on the bed, her lungs fighting for air and her thighs and ass shaking
uncontrollably.

"Zane, does this kind of thing hap-, oh, my God, Zane,

you are still hard," Virginia exclaimed.

"Honestly," I sighed, "if I had fewer

beautiful women in my life, I'd have more blood to the brain to think straight
with." I finished up by opening my wardrobe and taking out a robe.

"Now I'm going to take a shower, get re-hydrated, then

come back here and see if I can convince Iona to give me a little more of her
time," I continued.

"I'll join you," Rio grinned, as she slipped off

the strap-on.

"I'll come along as well," Iona said as she popped

off the bed, only to end up on wobbly legs.

"No," Virginia commanded, "Zane showers

alone. You two aren't even dressed so there is no way you are going out there
among all those other girls sticky with sex."

Rio traipsed over to my dresser and pulled out two of my

dress shirts. She tossed one to Iona and put on the other.

"See, I'm dressed," Rio declared.

"No, you are not; that shirt isn't even buttoned,"

Virginia responded. At this point, I walked out of the room and toward the
shower near the hot tub (as opposed to the one by the sauna).

Paige Visited

With the looks I was getting, I almost wished I could back

up. Some of the fifty or so girls at my place wondered what the hell all that
screaming was about, a few knew what it was but couldn't believe the volume of
the noise, and a few came up and kissed me.

"Hey, Slugger," Opal teased me after a deep tongue

tackle. "Who in the hell where you giving it to?"

Brandi came up and wrapped an arm around Opal's arm.

"It was Barbie Lynn," Paige snuck up on me and

volunteered. "I recognize her inflections." Her ghosting up on me yet
again wasn't the most disturbing part of the young albino maiden; it was the
burning hunger in her eyes.

"You took Barbie Lynn's virginity?" Millicent

Pierce questioned me somewhat fearfully.

"That's not the hole Zane goes up," Opal grinned

wickedly. Millicent instinctively covered her backside.

"Can you imagine how good that had to feel to make

Barbie Lynn scream that loud?" Paige purred. Uh, oh, that was some serious
trouble being aimed my way.

"Does that hurt?" Millicent murmured.

"Yeah, it hurts so much that Barbie Lynn hunts Zane

down every other night and has sex with him until she can no longer move,"
Opal exaggerated. "Speaking of which, where is our real Dorm Mother?"

"She's asleep in bed," I admitted, somewhat

shame-facedly. Millicent looked blown away.

"Can I go see her?" Millicent asked.

"She's my lover, not an exhibit," I informed her.

"Let her sleep in peace." I moved through the little crowd and
entered the shower.

The hot water cascaded over my body, erasing the fatigue

from my tired muscles and cleaning my sweaty body and the sex off my cock.
Getting out proved that not only did sexually repressed young ladies like to
ogle my naked form, but they also paid no attention to my desires. I caught
Paige and Millicent sneaking back out of my room with Rio and Iona in tow.

"She looks so, peaceful," Millicent muttered.

"What part of leave her alone did you not

understand?" I growled angrily.

"Spank the naughty bitches," Rio egged me on.

"They didn't do anything to wake Barbie Lynn up,"

Iona defended them.

"I'm sorry," Millicent apologized. Paige looked

anything but contrite, challenging my gaze instead.

"Fine, spank Snowflake here," Rio persisted.

"What? No Edgar Winters reference?" Paige shot

back while keeping her eyes on me.

"Paige," I said in a deadly even tone,

"apologize or leave."

"Or what?" she taunted. I nodded and took a deep

breath.

"Oh, you are going to get it now, you skank," Rio

chuckled. Instead, I walked past them all and went to my room.

"That was a bit disappointing," Paige sneered. No

one else said anything for a second, then Iona clued in.

"Whoops, Paige, Zane will be right back," Iona

commented.

"I can hardly wait," she said sarcastically.

Punishing Paige

In the room, Virginia and Dana had moved to the small sofa

on the far side of the room, deep in quiet conversation. Mercy had curled up
next to a sleeping Barbie Lynn, and Barbie Lynn looked like some angel,
confident, sleeping, and almost otherworldly in her beauty. Before I could hope
to enjoy it, I had to get dressed and resolve an issue.

I raced through dressing back into my school uniform and

walked outside.

"Now you are going to get it," Rio whispered to

Paige. Paige snorted.

"Paige, you brought me word about Heaven and I owe you

for that, so if we can agree that you are going to respect me and my personal
space, I'm going to forget about you going to my bedroom uninvited," I
laid it out for her.

"And if I don't?" she confronted me.

"I pick you up, throw you over my shoulder, and toss

you out of the dorm, and you won't be invited back until you grow a personality
that isn't all conceited douche," I answered.

"You can't and you won't," Paige shook her head.

"Reality check, Paige," I grinned. "I'll ask

Cordelia to keep you away, and while she likes you, she needs me more, and you
don't have the stones to go against Cordelia, do you?"

"Is that the best you have, Zane?" Paige sniffed

derisively.

"Paige, you are a really smart girl, but Cordelia has

several really smart girls," I pointed out. "What matters is how many
friends you have compared to how many friends I have. How does that math work
out for you?"

"That doesn't mean anything," Paige responded

defensively.

"Good enough. I don't really feel like arguing," I

shrugged. I swept up on Paige, who had some good reaction time but no skill. I
had her up and over my shoulder in three seconds flat.

"Put me down!" she squawked. I headed down the

stairs, her fists beating my back and her legs kicking.

"Bye-bye, ya whore," Rio chuckled. It didn't take

much imagination to know that Iona was glaring at Rio for that comment.

"Stop, put me down," Paige struggled. After we

made the elevator, "You can put me down now." I didn't respond
because I wasn't hearing what I needed to hear and I didn't feel like engaging
her in conversation.

"Please, don't," she tried, once we landed on the

first floor, but to no effect. I took her to the dorm door, kicked it open, and
stepped out.

"Here you go," I said as I deposited her. I had no

idea how far past tears she'd gotten.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she snarled.

"Okay? Happy? You win and I lose. You are the popular kid and I'm
not."

"No, I'm not happy," I answered calmly. "This

never had anything to do with me beating you up; it had to deal with you
constantly slapping me around and I got sick of it. Paige, you got so sick of
being bullied, you became a bully." She clearly didn't believe me.
"You are pretty and smart, and you use these qualities as a scalpel to cut
people up."

"What would you know about it?" she snapped.

"You've always been Mr. Popular."

"Take into account I was in a normal private school for

my first ten years. Yes, I was one of the popular kids; good looking, the right
parents, and pretty smart. I also knew the social hierarchy and I was certainly
unkind to my fair share other students."

"Before you go beating me over the head with you being

albino, please understand: I don't care. My parents are gone, dead. I'm never
getting them back. You are a slender, smart girl with gorgeous hair who has two
parents who probably love you very much," I smiled. "I only wish you
would lead off with those traits instead of constantly reminding everyone how
fucking condescending you can be."

Paige looked at me for half a minute, studying me, perhaps

looking for some understanding of me. Good luck with that; I barely understand
me and I'm inside my head.

"Does this mean I can go back inside?" she finally

inquired.

"Yes. All I wanted was a simple apology, and

technically, you are still on the dorm sidewalk so I haven't finished throwing
you out yet," I replied.

"Just like that?" she snorted. "You are such

an idiot."

"What did I warn you about leading with the grey

matter?" I scowled. She seemed to weigh her next words.

"You said I was 'very pretty'," she mused,

changing the direction of the conversation suddenly.

"Well, yes, you have a flawless complexion girls would

kill for and, as I said earlier, I really like you hair," I stated.
"It is gorgeous." I put my arm around her shoulder, spun us around,
and went back inside. As we boarded the elevator for the return trip, Paige
tapped my hand.

"What's with all this?" she indicated my casual

embrace.

"When you aren't trying to piss me off, I honestly like

you, Paige," I confided in her.

"You seem to live your life by making some rather

irrational decisions," she noted.

"Paige, you see life as chess while I see it as

Scrabble," I grinned. "For you, it is move and countermove. I tend to
see life being something that gives you a constantly changing group of options
that you make the most of."

"Oh," she seemed to digest that, then she said,

"I apologize for calling you an idiot. You are a moron; I should have seen
the difference." I laughed from deep within.

"I'm a moron," I teased her. "I bet you've

never been held by a boy like this before because if you had, you would know
this gives the guy a perfect vantage point to look down your shirt."

Paige clutched her shirt tightly in a fist, blocking my

view. She looked bitter and offended.

"30-B, a translucent white with lace trim bra," I

told her. "Good choice, but I get the impression you don't wear it as a
normal part of your school attire. Wearing it for me?"

"What makes you think, she started, then

"Yes."

"What was the plan?" I inquired.

"I was going to spill water all over my chest by

accident, ask for one of your shirts to replace it, and for you to show me
where it was," she smiled slyly. "With my bra and your libido, plus a
little playful contact, I'd get you into bed." She was highly confident.

"Nice," I admitted, "but it wouldn't have

worked."

"Why not?" she seemed slightly offended. My money

was, her insecurities about her body not measuring up to Barbie Lynn's curves
were behind that.

"I would have given you a robe and sent Iona down to

her room to get you a spare," I informed her. "Your only flaw in the
plan is that I find you inherently untrustworthy."

"Why do you say that?" she was now really

offended.

"Paige, you use people. It is your default relationship

approach," I explained. "It is not so much a bad thing as it is
predictable. Someone as smart as you can do better."

"You don't seem to mind it when Cordelia treats you

that way," she countered. We were at the door to my place.

"If you will recall, Cordelia told me to kiss her as

part of my Handmaiden's Duty," I reminded Paige. "Now, if you want to
be a Cordelia substitute, go ahead, I'll still spend time with you if you like.
I only think you need a friend who should point out that people are people from
time to time."

"Now you want to be my friend, Zane?" she mocked

me.

"I'll be your friend, but you have to wear this sexy

blood red stocking, garter, bossier, bra and choker combination. It will make
your flesh glow like it is on fire," I grinned lasciviously.

"I thought you wanted to see my flawless skin devoid of

obstructions," Paige said.

"I'll dress you up in it, and if you don't like it,

I'll remove it too," I smile mischievously. She looked at me, her mighty
mental calculator going over where the conversation was going.

"Why do you see me differently than everyone

else?" she asked.

"Give me some leeway," I requested, then bent down

slightly, slipped a hand under her skirt, making her jump minutely, and ran my
middle finger under her underwear band into her cunt.

She bit her lip but kept staring intently at me as I moved

that finger up and down, back and forth, until it was covered in her fluids. I
sunk my forefinger in and did the same. I removed my hand and brought the
forefinger to my lips. As I sucked the liquid off and savored the taste, I
caught Paige licking her lips in sympathetic hunger.

I pointed my middle finger at her mouth and pushed it

forward, daring her to take it in her mouth. She barely resisted and was soon
running her tongue along my finger inside her mouth, cleaning it off. I pulled
it out and she grinned at me seductively.

"You stick your middle finger into my mouth with my

vaginal secretions on it, that is a not so subtle 'I'm going to fuck you';
right?" she teased.

"I could say 'I'll tell you when I figure out if I'm a

moron or an idiot,' but I'd rather tell the truth. You piss me off," I
confessed, "and I want to hammer you through my bed and into the floor. I
want to make you scream, cry, and look down on you with your face glowing from
the exertion and your hair damp with your sweat."

Paige's eyes grew wide and her breaths deepened as I told

her what I wanted and expected.

"Don't worry, though," I said as I leaned in. She

expected a kiss on the lips but I went for the forehead instead, "because
it will never happen. Bye now."

"What!" she squalled, grabbing my arm as I tried

to move past her. "Why not?"

I looked back at her and grinned evilly.

"Gotcha!" I smirked. "That's what it feels

like when someone yanks your chain. If you still want to go up with me, know I
won't screw with you again unless you screw with me." She didn't react for
the longest time so I finally turned back up the stairs.

"The point of all this was making you want to screw

me," Paige laughed as she ran to my side.

I've said it before and I'll say it again, women are fucking

nuts, and I'll grow crazy or end up dead trying to understand them. I could try
to run away from the jumble of contradictions and obfuscations that was Paige
Zeller but where is the fun in that?

"I'm not kicking anyone out of the bedroom," I

cautioned her.

"That's fine," she announced happily, "you do

your best work when you have an audience."

"We really need to work on your romantic

technique," I lectured her.

"Zane, I want you for your physical prowess,"

Paige countered. "If I want mental stimulation, I have this e-pal in
Taipei who I regularly communicate with."

"I repeat, you need to work on how you romance your

partner," I grumbled. We opened the door when we reached the top of the
stairs and got a few stares as they tried to figure out what was going on. I
debated what to do (I was sort of hungry) when Paige dragged me toward the
bedroom.

To be continued in part 14, By FinalStand for Literotica.

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