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Chancellor Gets Boned

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The pursuit of power is pointless unless you know how
to use it   

The look the Chancellor gave me was filled with hate

alright, but it was awash in a desperate sexual hunger too.

"You goddamn bastard," she huffed through clenched

teeth. My response was to switch finger slamming her, instead rolling her
rather large clit between my forefinger and thumb gently.

"Gak," she choked out.

"You can get on top and ride me," I promised her

softly. "You an even tie my hands up with the sash of my robe."

"On your back, damn you," Melrose snarled

ferociously. As I fell back, she ripped my bathrobe sash off so fast it yanked
me off the bed.

My ass had no sooner hit the bed again when Bazz pulled my

robe open and straddled me. She pulled my arms together and bound my wrists
with frightening proficiency.

"Not your first time at the rodeo?" I joked. She

slapped me across the face; not so hard to break my skin but enough to make me
have to rework my jaw to get it set again.

"Shut up, Braxton," she gloated over me, "I'm

going to treat you like the piece of trash that you are. You are going to
regret ever thinking you belonged here." Mel rose up on her knees,
maneuvered her hand onto my cock, and aimed it at her cunt lips.

"Oh," she gasped as her sex blossomed and let my

cockhead in. She slowly began shifting down my cock with ecstatic pleasure
written all over her face.

"It feels pretty good," I started to say. I was

going to finish with 'doesn't it?' but she cut me off.

"Shut up!" she seethed. "You exist solely for

my pleasure. I don't need to hear your juvenile stumbling at sexual
banter." This wasn't the time to start a fight; that would come later.
Doctor Bazz kept wiggling her ass down my shaft.

She was so lost in her own fulfillment that she almost

forgot about me. I grunted when she planted herself down particularly hard as
she was humping me. Melrose looked down at me. With one hand she struck
snake-like at my throat, squeezing my windpipe shut.

"You are just a child," she taunted me wickedly,

but then her whole tone changed to a creepy, appreciative voice, "a
pretty, pretty child."

Okay, I want a psychopath. I want a selfish bitch with no

issues beyond insensitivity. I do not want a woman in her forties telling me
I'm "a pretty, pretty child." That's just wrong, and that's coming
from a guy who screws just about anything that moves.

"Is this how you screw those sluts?" she moaned.

"Is this how you pack Heaven's tight little ass? Does she scream for
you?" Wait; did she call Heaven a 'she'? That's progress!

I choked out a non-response. I was getting enough air to

breath but not enough vocal freedom to talk, and I had a feeling this was on
purpose.

"You don't need to answer that," she chuckled

eerily. "I've heard reports of their sad little cries as they squirted all
over you. You love it when you break their wills to you and this, oh, God, big
cock, don't you?"

The Chancellor leaned forward, her bra-covered breasts

dangling tantalizingly close to my mouth, and rolled her hips so that her clit
rubbed against my cock.

"You hammer them, hammer them, and hammer them some

more until their tight little bodies can't even crawl out of your bed. And you
wanted to hammer me with this huge cock of yours; you wanted to make me sweat,
make me cry out your name, you wanted to wreck me," she sneered.

I reached up with my bound hands and lifted her grip off my

throat.

"Actually, I'm done. I want you out of my room," I

growled back. Melrose's breast heaved and she glared down at me, angry but
uncertain.

"I was hoping there would be something intriguing about

you but seriously, you are just, mediocre. Hell, Heaven is more of a woman than
you are and that's kind of pathetic.

I wasn't denigrating Heaven, who I cared about, but was

using Doctor Bazz's prejudice against the bitch.

"How dare you?" she muttered. She hadn't stopped

humping me yet.

"Get some plastic, a broom handle, I don't care, but

get the hell off of me, you evil witch," I insisted. As a counterpoint to
that, I began to thrust my cock deeper into her womb.

"Ugh, ugh, no," she gasped. "You don't, tell

me what, to do." Mel had now positioned her clit so that it received
maximum impact with my pelvic bone. I flipped us over; even with her
resistance, I was too strong for her. I pushed my bound hands down on her
sternum, the fear of sexual frustration written large over her face and burning
forth from her eyes.

"I want Heaven back," I demanded.

"Never," she growled. I began to withdraw my cock

from her cunt. She whimpered and tried to hold me to her body by grabbing my
shoulders in each hand.

"Get off me," I insisted. "Get off of me. If

you want some piece of meat between your thighs, go to an over-forties bar and
pick up some Momma's Boy who will pop in less than fifteen seconds, then grovel
at your feet for an hour like a worm.

"It would be better than an immature punk like

you," she struggled to insult me and my performance. I took three long
strokes inside her, flexing my cock when it was at its deepest, thumping her
G-spot each time. I could see tears of pleasure in her eyes. I tried to pull
out the fourth time but she hooked her legs behind me and held my shoulders
tight.

"No," she persisted. "I am going to use you

until I'm satisfied."

Instead of wrestling with her, I pulled her up so that my

hands cupped her ass, her arms remained around my shoulders, letting her kiss
me, and her thighs and calves were wrapped around my waist. I bounced her up
and down quickly, quickening her passion as each drop onto the fullness of my
rod brought her closer to orgasm.

"What?" she gasped, "Where are we, "

"Outside, so that your security can see us," I

explained evilly.

"No!" she squeaked.

"Heaven," I stated. She shook her head so I took

two more steps to the cutback exit in the screens.

"No, no," she insisted then as I took the next

step. "Fine," she said in defeat, but hating me for it.

"You can have her back for the short time she's still

here," she seethed. "The Board will support my decision and that will
be it for her, and probably the rest of you too."

"Don't be bitter, Mel," I teased. "You've

been good to me so I'm going to be good to you. How do you want it?"

She glared at me so I continued talking as I walked us back

to the bed.

"You want to be slammed from behind, don't you? It is

hard to get those girls you break down to do a convincing job of it, yet you
miss being treated like a slut," I verbally prodded her. She'd gone over
too fast to face down and ass sticking out for someone who didn't crave it.

I gently lowered us down to the bed while keeping eye

contact.

"Take off your bra, then roll over on your hands and

knees right here on the edge of the bed. She was torn; she had hold of me at
the moment, but she really wanted to give me my grudge fuck. As she opened her
shirt, I dove into her cleavage, kissing and licking.

She purred hungrily even as she worked her shirt off and

then her bra. While keeping up my torture of her breasts, I hooked her thighs
with my hand and hiked up her legs until I had her splayed out, her knees
pushed halfway to her breasts. I dove down to her muff and ravaged her clitoris
and lips. Doctor Bazz squealed with surprise and pleasure.

Right as my vaginal attention got to be too much for her, I

yanked her ass over the edge, bent her farther over, and returned to chewing on
her nipples. If she was upset that I wasn't immediately fucking her, she was
doing a good job of hiding it. The next time I dove on her cunt, I kept my
fingers on her engorged nipples, teasing to the point pleasure and pain
collided.

I tore up her cunt with a total disregard to patience and

sensitivity. The Chancellor squealed, squirmed, and thrust against me without
inhibition until she growled loud enough to bring any guards, had they been
close enough. She hit her second spasm when I rushed one hand down to her twat
and began to jackhammer two fingers inside her cunt, unrelentingly driving her
eruption from crest to crest.

When her eyes rolled back in her head, I released her, but

only to move to my next stage. I'd promised her a good hard fucking after all.
I took Melrose's hips and repositioned her so that she was face down, her knees
on the edge of the bed and her legs dangling over. I knelt between her thighs
and began licking her from clit to anus.

A few passes into it, I sucked several of my fingers on one

hand until they were really slick while working her cunt over with my other
hand. I think she was a bit surprised when I pressed my first finger against
her anus. As her sphincter gave way, Doctor Bazz finally spoke up.

"Don't you dare," she moaned sensually.

"Don't do this?" I teased her, as I sunk another

half-inch into her rectum.

"Oh, God, yes," she groaned like a wanton whore. I

wiggled in a little farther; Melrose gasped and shook her big ass in my face. I
pulled the finger, she whimpered in need, and I went back to assaulting her cunt
with my tongue and teeth.

"Put it back," she panted.

"If I put it back, I'll have to use two fingers,"

I informed her. Mel coughed in response. I obliged her quiet acquiescence by
teasing her anus once more.

"Ugh, bastard," she grunted. It started out angry

but transformed to sexual in mid-vocalization.

I worked my two fingers in slowly, I didn't want her to

scream and I'm basically not a sadist. I also ameliorated the pain by slipping
my cock back into her cunt seconds later. I developed a slow rhythm, picking up
the pace incrementally until she was really taken aback the moment I bottomed
out in her womb, tickled her cervix, and twisted my two fingers 180 degrees in
her anus.

"Oh, God," she moaned. I began fishing through a

list of affections until I found the one that bit - 'Gorgeous'. That word bit
into her psyche and I decided to use it.

"Oh, fuck, Gorgeous, you are so damn sexy," I

whispered to her. Melrose coughed, then growled. I took the moment to lean on
her back and cruelly grab a breast and begin to aggressively maul it.

"Oh, God, yes!" she exulted heavily. "You are

a filthy-minded, little, huge damn delinquent."

"And you finally got me to ream you good, didn't

you?" I responded.

"Play, play all you like," she groaned, "but I

know how to break you, now."

'Yes', I thought back, 'but I know you want something too.'

About this time I was pretty sure there was no possible way

I was getting away with this. I had fucking silk screen walls, for pity's sake.
Chancellor Bazz was equally sobbing and cursing into my sheets. One second she
was encouraging me to pound her harder, I obliged, and the next second she was
telling me how good it felt.

I will give her this much; the old bird had a lot of sexual

frustration to work out and I was her instrument. Having this game go on and on
certainly wasn't going to work so I had to figure out what I could do that I
wasn't already doing and what would turn her on. I didn't like my answer. I
reached down and took Melrose by the back of her head and pushed her face
deeper into the bed.

First she moaned louder and then her body started to tremble

as she thrust back harder. When the suffocation set in, she struggled to rise
but I was too strong and pressing her down with too much force. The Chancellor reached
back from her vulnerable position and tried to push me off and remove my hand
holding her head down.

She became more and more frantic, undoubtedly fuelled by her

own sense of rage upon the world and mirroring my own hatred of her as my
motivation. Her last explosion of air was a scream into the bed. A fear-fueled
orgasm overwhelmed her with her whole body going rigid, then lurching about.

Now that I'd gotten her off, I let go of her neck, going so

far as to grabbing her shoulder and pull her up for a desperate breath. I
withdrew my fingers from her ass and my cock from her flooded cunt. Melrose lay
boneless on the bed, dazed and incoherent. I put my fists on either side of her
shoulders and leaned over my tormentor and victim.

"You damn near killed me, you bastard," she moaned

heatedly.

"Was the orgasm worth it, knowing this might be the

last thing you feel in this life?" I whispered to her. "Don't answer
because your body told the story already. As much as you hate me, you loved
putting everything on the line like that."

"Shut up," she wheezed. "You know nothing,

Child."

"I know you are lying face-first, mostly naked, on my

bed, freshly fucked, covered in sweat, my cock resting on your open, inviting
ass with your legs spread wide for me, Doctor Bazz. I know I said that the next
time we met I was going to fuck you like I owned you, and I think I've done
that."

"I am, going to, break, all of your girl,

friends," Melrose ground out. "We will see who owns who when this is
over, Mr. Braxton," she gasped once she'd finally calmed down and she
could take an unlabored breath. As I slowly got off of her, she gave out one
last sigh.

"Remember your promise, Chancellor," I cautioned

her.

"I remember all kinds of things," she snapped

back. Doctor Bazz resumed a standing position but was polite enough not to kick
me when I helped her get her panties back on.

"Let's not do this again," I cautioned the

Chancellor. "If we do, I'm going to have to tie you up and abuse all three
of your holes all weekend long."

"The only 'next time' will be my last time using

you," she growled.

"You didn't let me finish, Mel. Next time, after I've

got you warmed up, I'm handing you over to Rio who, trust me, will be a lot
less compassionate than I am. Like you, she's got some anger issues to work
through," I grinned.

"Thank you for putting her back on my radar," she

sneered back sweetly.

"I'm not too worried, Mel," I replied. "You

are a pretty smart woman. You know that with Rio, the pain and risk of
permanent harm isn't just play. She'll be looking forward to making you beg for
your life."

The expectant smile she shot my way chilled the soul. God,

can't you give me some not-so-crazy women to deal with? For once, he gave me a
reply by way of a sudden insight: try not to solve every problem with my cock
and appreciate the sane women who do spend time with me. Doctor Bazz moved past
me so I gently stroked her ass.

"Done?" she snarled while looking straight ahead.

Her anger was betrayed by her hardening nipples.

"Yes. And I apologize, Chancellor. I was only thinking

about your arms bound behind your back while I pounded your cunt at the same
time as Rio slammed you from behind," I said softly.

She rotated her gaze to me, lust and hate warring across her

countenance.

"Every time we are alone together, Melrose," I

breathed into the side of her face as I rubbed a hand down from her stomach to
her crotch, "I am going to have to check out how wet you are." Her
hand flashed down and stopped my progress.

"Or would you rather I check you from behind?" I added

as I ran a hand down her rump.

"Fuck you," she sighed.

"Is that an invitation?" I teased. This was

killing me inside. "Just remember that next time, you are getting that
dildo rammed up your ass."

"Damn you," she seethed once more. "I have to

go before security suspects something." Like they didn't all know
precisely what had been going on? How dumb did she think they were?

Without another word she strode out of my bedroom into the

main area. "What have you found?" she questioned the guards.

Of course they had found nothing damning. They had to be

suspicious of all the TVs and computer stations without internet hook-ups but
no one mentioned a thing.

"This was a colossal waste of time," Melrose said

in an exaggerated display. "Let's go." Doctor Bazz led the way down
the stairs but stumbled on the first step.

The last guard in line smirked at me.

"Do you miss Dana much?" I inquired quietly.

"And how," she rolled her eyes. "Tonight was

a total bust. Anyone with half a brain knew you expected a raid tonight and
would have everything stashed somewhere else. All this overtime is good for my
paycheck but I'd kill for a good night's sleep."

"Oh, you are preaching to the choir, ma'am," I

chuckled, "preaching to the choir."

I went back to my room and lay down. Sleep did not come

easy. I knew that the Science Club's cameras had recorded the events of the
past half hour; I just had to figure out what to do with them, besides get
Heaven back.

Rolling Off the Bottom

I had grabbed a shower around 2:00 so I wasn't really

surprised that a dozen feet came running up my steps at 6:15. I was barely able
to prop myself up in the bed when Rio came storming in.

"What's up, dude?" she said as she plopped down.

"Planning to forgo cleanliness?"

"I showered earlier," I told them. Valerie, Iona,

Opal, Brandi and Barbie Lynn all came in and sat around me. Barbie Lynn was the
first to clue in that something was off.

"What's wrong, Honey?" she asked with concern.

"My room was raided last night," I answered. It

wasn't the total truth but I wasn't sure how I felt about my actions with the
Chancellor the night before, much less how my friends would take it.

"Well, you are still here so they didn't find anything,

so what is it?" Opal prodded.

"Ladies, can I keep this plan to myself?" I

requested.

"Of course," Iona responded. Sadly, she seemed to

be the only one who appeared ready to let the situation lie.

"Don't make us get all CSI on your ass," Rio

teased. "You know we'll eventually figure it out so you might as well tell
us." I studied her for a few seconds.

"I ass-raped the Chancellor in order to get Heaven

back," I told her in a dead-even tone. It was an empty joy to see that
most of them realized too late they really didn't want to know after all.

"What did she say?" Barbie Lynn came to my rescue.

"Are we getting Heaven back?"

"She promised me, and I have reason to believe she'll

actually honor it," I replied.

"Well, Rio finally kicked in, "How was she?"

"Why do you think I took a shower earlier?" I

pointed out. "I've never used sex that way and I pray it never happens
again."

"Don't beat yourself up over this," Brandi

consoled me. "You did say that being young means you get to do stupid
shit?" I don't recall using those exact words but still,

"I think we can agree to not talk about this outside of

this room," Opal added.

"So do you know of any Thai Sexual Cleansing ritual

that will help you get over last night?" Brandi grinned mischievously. I
chuckled.

"We'd love to help," Barbie Lynn chimed in.

"Thank you, ladies," I smiled, "but I think I

need to get my head on straight before diving back into the pleasurable side of
this school. I need to know if I did the right thing or not."

On that cheery note we all began to move toward the stairs and

out into the world. In the stairwell Valerie cornered me, put a hand on my
chest to impede my progress, and motioned to me that she had something to say.

"From the discussion in the Chancellor's office Monday

I get the feeling that Heaven is a girl-guy, shemale, what have you;
right?" she started off. I nodded.

"You clearly like girls but you are real close to

Heaven; right?" Val continued.

"Yes," I replied.

"So you risked something you love, namely, the pleasure

you derive from sex, to save her; right?" she prodded.

"Yes," I sounded curious.

"Then you did the right thing," she concluded.

"Zane, I'd kill for the people I love and I imagine you would too. What's
death compared to a little rough sex with an evil controlling bitch to get her
to release someone as close to you as Heaven appears to be?"

"Thanks, Valerie," I grinned. "My heart knows

you are right but it is going to take my mind a while to accept that. I guess
I'm over-thinking things."

"Happens to the best of us," Valerie joked, then

punched me in the arm. "Let's catch up with the others before Rio does
something stupid, okay, does something more stupid than normal."

We were halfway through breakfast when I noted a diminishing

of noise from the south entrance of the hall. Being taller than the average
female student, I was able to make out the cause of the disturbance. I
catapulted out of my seat and raced for the lady at the door; I had the vague
impression I wasn't alone.

I rushed up within a few feet of Heaven, who had dropped her

bags and looked at me with fear and expectation. I didn't want to overwhelm or
embarrass her so I pulled up short to make sure the moment was special. I'm an
idiot!! Rio slipped past me, grabbed Heaven's cheeks, and planted a deep kiss
full of longing on MY GIRL's lips!!

"Oh, Babycakes, I've missed you so much," Rio

panted passionately to Heaven.

"Ah, thanks, Rio," Heaven said, "but if you

don't let go of me right now, I'm going to strangle you with your own
intestines." Heaven untangled herself from Rio, shot a look my way, then
rushed into Christina's arms. Rio smirked at me.

The rest of Christina's crew swarmed around Heaven and

rejoiced at her return. I took a step back to give them some room. I did note
Chancellor Bazz glaring at me from the head table. I looked back to catch sight
of Dana Gorman giving me a lopsided grin from the door Heaven had come through,
a McDonald's bag in hand.

I missed Heaven's arm slipping through her knot of friends

and pulling me in. She pressed her body against me and looked up into my eyes.

"I want you inside of me so bad," she whispered.

Why can't a woman look at me and say "I've missed gazing into your
eyes" or something romantic like that?

"How about we get Heaven squared away in our room

before Assembly?" Christina suggested.

"We'll get her bags," Hope volunteered.

"I'll come too," I joined in, but Chastity quickly

put a hand up.

"No, you don't," she smiled. "We'd like

Heaven to actually get to Assembly."

"There is no Assembly today," Iona pointed out.

"Great, I can go straight to Zane's room," Heaven

beamed.

"I don't think we'll mind the company," Paige

announced. I was suddenly left trying to figure out how she'd appeared next to
me in this crowd, as well as how my arm ended up around her waist.

"Holy Hell, Paige," I hissed. "You are going

to give me a heart attack if you keep that up."

"It isn't worth it unless you pay the price," she

teased me. What the hell did that mean, 'pay the price'? Heaven balled up her
fists and I was sure blood was about to be spilled.

"Paige, we need to figure out what you are wearing to

the party this weekend," Valerie intervened.

"Party?" Paige sounded intrigued. Valerie edged

Paige away and the situation defused.

"Heaven, unpack," I began. "Iona, round up

the Coach and get her to our place."

"Barbie Lynn, could you and Alice watch over the door

to make sure we aren't overwhelmed by non-freshmen?"

Alice had been standing on the periphery and was clearly

stunned that I was addressing her in this manner, but still rapidly nodded and looked
to Barbie Lynn to gauge her perception of the request. Barbie Lynn gave her
'replacement' a smile and motioned Alice away from the group as well.

"Alright, everyone," Doctor Larson spoke up,

"finish breakfast and then back to your rooms. We are still under
twenty-four hours of restricted travel so I do not expect to see any of you
again until lunch. Please get about your business. Lastly, I expect some of you
will be called before the Board of Directors to give testimony or receive a
verdict on your status here; make yourself ready and presentable."

"Mr. Braxton," Doctor Topaz Larson fixed me with a

deadly eye, "that will require you to remain fully clothed most of the
time. Do you understand?"

"Of course, Doctor Larson; I'll do my best," I

swore.

"Sweet! That means I get to run around naked!" Rio

exalted.

"Ms. Talon, are you taking your anti-psychotic

drugs?" Doctor Larson said deadpan.

"Nope; I've been slipping them into the Chancellor's

tea," Rio grinned all crazy-like. "Do you think anyone has noticed?"

"If you want to take credit for the past two weeks, by

all means do so," Topaz allowed.

"I was looking for a cheap and sleazy way to be

despised by everybody, she began, but I headed her off.

"She'll stay in clothes and we'll make sure that all

her pills are changed to suppositories. I know she won't miss any of
those," I taunted my friend.

"That may be for the best," Doctor Larson snorted

disdainfully, but ruined it with a grin. She turned and strode back to the
table. I wasn't sure which one of us the Chancellor hated more; Doctor Larson
for keeping order or the rest of us for obeying.

"Okay, I'm going to the bathroom. Heaven, can I hope to

see you once you are squared away in your room?" I asked as I hugged her
once more and headed away. I knew the questions would come soon enough.

One aspect of a women's college that guys might not

appreciate is that there are only stalls in girl's bathrooms, and since FFU has
a grand total of two men's rooms on the entire campus (Administration and
Athletics), I was always using a female facility. I was about to finish
business, the standing-up kind, when my door rattled as someone tried to get
in.

"Excuse me?" I inquired.

"Let me in," hissed my visitor. Since I clearly

knew the voice, I zipped up and unlatched the door. She pushed in and latched
the door behind her before pushing me down and straddling my lap.

"You did, Heaven kissed me ", something."

Kiss, kiss. "Christina says it had to be you who got me back." She
went back to kissing me.

"You are my girlfriend, Heaven. I don't know what I

wouldn't do for you, Babe," I told her. She nestled into my lap and
wrapped her arms around my neck.

"You make me feel so alive, Zane," Heaven related

in a soft vulnerable tone.

"Don't get all romantic on me," I teased her between

light kisses on her lips. "I've got a whole bottle of Viagra showing up at
noon and I need someone to work all that sexual energy out on,  and, okay,
I missed you." She wiggled into a more snug fit in my lap.

"Did you miss me more than Barbie Lynn, or Paige?"

she teased.

"They aren't you," I countered. I ran my right

hand between us, worked up her skirt, and began rubbing her package, which was
clearly straining against the strap-down. Heaven began moaning, then slowly
rolling her body against mine.

"Come on," she panted, "let's have a

quickie."

"Can't happen," I whispered. To prove my

dedication to my statement, I ran my left hand around her hip, under her skirt,
and to her covered ass. I pressed a finger between her ass cheeks until I
pressed against her anus. Now I was massaging her front and back.

"Oh, God, you bastard," she sobbed while she

rocked back and forth.

"We really need to get going, though," I sighed.

"Bazz will send someone after us soon enough."

"I, Gurr, I owe you, Zane," Heaven groaned.

"You stood by me. Damn, you fought Gorman by yourself for me and somehow
you got me back. I know I can be a horrible person but you've always looked
past that and saw who I could be."

"I could continue being a jack-ass and say that I

looked past your horrible personality to that luscious ass but I think I'd
rather remind you that I chose you to be my lover and no one else," I
smiled at Heaven.

"Your lover, she murmured happily. "And you are

my bitch," she tacked on that bit from our sexual encounter in the Kappa
Sigma closet hardly one week back. We still managed to stand up and get the
door open before Ms. Marlowe came in quietly. She frowned at us while we
grinned at her, cleaned our hands, and walked past her back to the Dining Hall.

Restructuring

We sat outside in the hall opposite the main Administrative

conference room. There weren't a ton of us; the individual class presidents
plus Heaven, Rio and myself. Christina and Rhaine shared the Senior Class spot.

"Drink run," I volunteered. "Who wants what?"

"Zane, if they call for you and you're gone, it will be

big trouble," Christina pointed out.

"If I stay here one more minute, I'll strip off my

clothes, paint myself blue, and streak across campus," I grinned
piratically.

"Sprite," Heaven spoke up. A series of orders

followed and I hurried off.

Upon my return, I handed Rhaine (last in line) a Doctor

Pepper, which caused her to give me an odd look.

"I didn't ask for, she began muttering.

"Nah, but I always see you drinking the stuff so I

figured you could use one," I told her.

"Ah, thank you," she responded with a cautious

smile.

"If it makes you horny then it was my idea too,

Rhaine," Rio leaned forward so Rhaine could see her and smiled.

"Is she hormonal, dropped on the head as a child, or

what?" Simone Brady asked the group of us. She was the Junior Class
President and nominally a Rhaine supporter. She'd asked for and received a
Sunkist.

"Tie me up in your room and we'll find out," Rio

licked her lips at Simone.

"Isn't that supposed to be the other way around?"

Heaven quizzed Rio.

"No; Simone looks like a slow learner and I don't want

to scare her off on our first date," Rio leered.

"Now you know what I went through," Rhaine

explained to Simone, who sniffed in derision.

"Hey, I don't know this crazy woman at all but even I

can tell she's playing with you two," Hannah Cartwright, Sophomore Class
President, rolled her eyes.

"How about we all try to remember we are all here to

save our school?" Christina interrupted.

The conversation had died down to nothing when Rio nudged

me.

"There's this old guy coming down the hallway and he

looks like he knows you," she whispered. I looked up and my heart nearly
stopped. I'd fucked up even worse than I thought.

"Uncle Josh," I said weakly, as I stood and faced

him.

"Dude, I thought you said your family was dead,"

Rio continued.

"Technically, that would be true," the old man

rumbled, "and you would be Rio Talon. I'm Joshua Coppersmith, old family
acquaintance and the Braxton family executor."

"The last time I saw you I was being placed on a plane

to Thailand," I stated somewhat bitterly.

"It was part of your father's will, Zane. He was my

boss and the son of a friend so I owed it to him to trust his judgment
concerning his only child," Uncle Josh explained.

"I recall wanting to stay with you," I reminded

him. I recalled crying a river of tears, hoping to stay. I actually knew who
Josh was, where Tim and Jill were virtual unknowns.

"A normal life is not allowed for everyone,"

Christina spoke up; "Past battles and all." I hate being beaten with
my own words.

"That was one of your father's favorite sayings,"

Uncle Josh said. "I am glad to see you living by it. Thank you, Ms.
Buchanan." She nodded politely.

"Who is this old geezer again?" Rio interjected.

"He was a close personal friend of my grandfather. They

turned the company from a tired little mining concern to something a bit more.
He mentored my father and they worked side-by-side when granddad died. Now he
sort of runs thing until I inherit," I outlined.

"That is somewhat correct but not why I'm here. I could

hardly miss the past week's activities here at Freedom Fellowship University.
As the child of Victor and Jenna Braxton, I owed it to them both to let Zane
sink or swim on his own. As the future head of the corporation I work for, I
need to make sure he doesn't end up in prison," Josh clarified.

"Dude," Rio scoffed, then came to my side,

"your boy went to jail last week. Where were you then?"

"Ms. Talon, I do not have spies watching his every

move. By the time I became aware of the matter, it had been resolved," my
pseudo-Uncle responded.

"I seriously suggest you get a 'minder' for Zane,"

Hannah Cartwright weighed in. "He's a real nutjob." That assessment
would have angered me more had I not seen everyone nod in agreement. Instead, I
went for the redirect.

"You've been in contact with Aunt Jill?" As far as

I knew, Jill despised every aspect of my Dad's life.

"Zane, Jill has never handled more than two hundred

dollars her entire life; of course I'm keeping an eye on her, and you,"
Josh stared at me. "I carefully monitor both yours and her finances."

"Seriously?" Christina asked skeptically. "He

bought a warehouse full of furniture and that didn't appear to you to be
frivolous?"

"Frivolous would be renting a private jet and a

penthouse for a weekend in Las Vegas. Since Zane can't use eight sofas, I made
the educated guess he was buying them to help out his dorm mates," Josh
countered.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, sir. I'm Rhaine Ritchie,

Senior Class President," Rhaine jumped in. "I am curious as to your
purpose here. Are you here to take Zane away or are you going to help him stay
here?"

"President Presumptive," Heaven growled.

"That's good to know," Josh nodded, "and I'm

here to represent the corporation's interests, in this case, avoiding
embarrassment to the company's executive branch."

"If you want an embarrassment, you don't need to go any

further than Heaven," Rhaine insinuated.

"She's my transgender girlfriend and we have rocking

sex," I blurted out to preempt Rhaine. Heaven's eyes flew open; Joshua
looked totally nonplussed.

"Did you buy her in a Manila slum?" Josh asked me

dryly.

"Ahh, no?" I stammered.

"Oh, that's alright, then," Uncle Josh mused.

"I mean, once I had to fly a fourteen-year-old Tanzanian princess back to
her home and explain to her parents why she and Victor weren't really
married." He looked at Heaven, "Besides, she's clearly an adult and
we could do far worse with photo opportunities."

"His father dated his share of actresses and models

before he settled down and I have every reason to believe Zane will be just as
much trouble before some woman steals his heart and reins him in," Uncle
Joshua related.

"Too late," Rio snickered, but I cut her off with

a painful elbow to the ribs. "Ow!"

"That would be me," Christina stood and declared

proudly. Josh looked her over.

"Little lady, I hope you have patience, iron resolve,

and the will to exert them both in equal measure," he informed her.

"I am not sure I want him yet," Christina

retorted.

"Ah, then you are intelligent as well," Josh

smiled.

"Please make sure that if you do marry, you don't

murder him until you have a child. Otherwise, the inheritance will be a bear. I
like Jill but she comes from a family of nitwits," Josh continued.

"That won't be a problem," Rio grinned evilly.

"Zane's adopted a daughter since coming to FFU."

"Iona is not my daughter," I snarled at Rio,

"but I could do worse than making her my heir."

Instead of being shocked, Josh rolled his shoulders.

"I'll get the paperwork to you next week."

"Are you sure you want to do that to Ms. Beckett?"

Christina asked me.

"Who else would be saint enough to deal with Rio if I

was gone?" I explained.

"Just for that, you get to wear the ball-gag and

restraints next time," Rio warned me.

"Mr. Coppersmith?" an attendant from the Board

meeting asked when she poked her head out of the conference room. Her eyes
flitted from me to my 'Uncle', locking on him. He nodded and followed her into
the room.

"Umm, he looks like my first husband," Rio mused.

"I'm sure his wife, children, and grandchildren will

take to that without protest," I joked.

"Fine; I'll settle for being his mistress," Rio

sulked.

The Inquisition

"Okay, I am missing something," Rhaine spoke up.

"What is going on, Zane? Now that you know Heaven is a guy, how can the
two of you still be going out together? You are not gay."

"Rhaine, I already knew about Heaven before we actually

had intercourse, though I admit to being attracted to her before then," I
responded.

"But, he's a guy. What do you do?" Rhaine wondered

out loud with a quizzical look on her face.

"Rhaine," Christina chimed in, "what kind of

sex do you think Zane has been having with all the women he takes to bed? He's
not taking their virginity, after all."

"Oh, that's sick!" Simone declared.

"Simone, have you ever had anal sex?" Rio

grumbled.

"God, no, that's gross," Simone said indignantly.

"So what was it like when you walked the

Dolorosa?" Rio queried. I was pretty stunned Rio even knew what the path
that Jesus took to Golgotha was called.

"What? I've never been to Israel," Simone

answered.

"I bet you'd like to go and I'd bet you think you'd

like it," Rio grinned.

"Yes, I would want to go, and I know it would be

spiritual, but this has nothing to do with homosexuality being wrong,"
Simone struck back.

"Listen, you stuck up bitch," Rio kept grinning,

"Jesus was a pretty smart Son of God so we would assume if something was
really important to him, he'd have brought it up before the Romans gakked him.
Seriously, how long does it take to say 'homosexuality is wrong; no more
butt-sex'?" Rio beamed vile unpleasantness at Simone.

"You are an immoral soul," Rhaine jumped in.

"If that is how you want to describe someone who is

honest, fearless, and who thinks for themselves, then I guess Rio and I are
both immoral souls," I defended my best buddy.

"Count me in," Christina raised her hand.

"Me, too," Hannah and Heaven joined in our little

heresy.

"Hannah, how can you go down the same way they

are?" Rhaine complained. "Heaven is gay and Christina has lied for
her since the beginning; Rio is a criminal; and Zane is, a boy."

"Listen, Rhaine, I don't claim to understand what is

going on with Heaven and Zane but I figure if God is pissed, he'll let them
know," Hannah stated.

"In the past two weeks, short of dodging you and your

enforcers, I haven't known Rio to do anything wrong. She's served her time so
we should forgive her and give her a chance. St Paul started out persecuting
early Christians before he saw the light. What would have happened if Jesus
hadn't given him a second chance?" Hannah sighed. "How could I do
less?"

"And Zane, face it, he's eye-candy, and I've got a list

of ten different things I want to do with him when my time to have him for
Handmaiden's Duty comes up," she finished with a grin.

"Just once I'd like to have a girl here tell me I'm

smart, or funny, or that I have a nice personality," I griped. "But
No, it is always 'he's got a fifteen inch cock as thick as his forearm; he can
screw for two hours straight; or that I have a prehensile tongue that can
tickle the ovaries and bring a girl to multiple orgasms."

Simone and Hannah's eyes grew larger as my gross

exaggerations persisted.

"It's not fifteen inches long," countered Rhaine

decisively. Simone missed it.

"How do you know how big it is?" Hannah clearly

didn't.

"I, Rhaine choked.

"I was coming out of the shower when Rhaine, Joy

Jefferson, and Mercy Chaplain intercepted me. My towel accidently fell off and
she got a brief view," I volunteered. Rhaine's look of surprise became one
of veiled thanks.

"Because it wasn't like Rhaine wanted that massive

piece of meat rubbing between her legs until she cried out in ecstasy or
anything like that," Rio teased.

"That's enough," I cautioned Rio, and put an arm

around her waist to pull her in. That calmed things down until we were all
called into the meeting. Uncle Josh was sitting against the near wall. Against
the North wall sat Ms. Lane and a dark-haired fortyish woman with reading
glasses I didn't recognize. They both were taking notes.

On the South Wall sat a different woman, early thirties with

short black hair and what I could best describe as a casual lethality. Both new
women looked over us newcomers but lingered on Christina, Heaven, and myself.
Looking at the eight men on the Board of Directors was rather anticlimactic
comparatively.

"Ms. Ritchie and Buchanan, we have decided to uphold

Chancellor Bazz's decision to annul the last election of Senior Class
President. The matter will be decided during Freshman elections in October. We
find both of your behavior to date this semester to be deplorable and a sad
example to your fellow seniors. Do you have any comments? Ms. Buchanan?"

"Directors, what do we do if the Chancellor once again

annuls the elections?" Christina asked.

"You appeal the action to the new Vice-Chancellor,

Doctor Victoria Scarlett," the head of the board directed our attention to
the woman sitting with Ms. Lane. As if my life wasn't hell already.

"Oh, you would so do her," Rio whispered to me

with her insane grin.

I was so busy praying that no one heard her that I missed

Simone being read the riot act next. She'd be facing re-election in a few weeks
too, a fact she was distinctly upset by. Hannah was given the same news but her
reaction was to flick her hair over one shoulder and give a bored sigh.

"What was that, Ms. Cartwright?" the Head Director

grilled her.

"Reverence, Purity, Integrity, this is what our school

supposedly stands for," Hannah faced the man down. "I can vote and
fight for my country but you are treating us like children, Sir. The Chancellor
was wrong and we fought back against her tyranny because that was the only
choice our Christian moral code left us."

"It is hardly Christian to physically attack your fellow

students, Ms. Cartwright," he shot back.

"I didn't tell any of my class to attack anyone but I

admit that I punched two girls who I knew attacked other students," she
admitted. "I figured it was time for a little Old Testament 'Wrath of the
Israelites' kind of thing."

"Your intransience is not encouraging," a

different man on the board stated.

"I apologize, Sir. I was hoping my love of justice

would not be misunderstood," she sighed.

"Hannah, I'm voting for you as my class

president," Rio leaned forward and addressed Hannah.

"You can't, Rio; you are a freshman and I'm a

sophomore," Hannah grinned back at her. As far as I could tell, this was
the most either had ever said to the other.

"Obviously you've never heard of gerrymandering and

ballot box stuffing," Rio snickered.

"This is neither the time to joke nor a subject to joke

about, Ms. Talon," the Chairman said crossly.

"Sorry, Sir," Rio beamed. "I wasn't trying to

be frivolous; elections are a good thing. I'm all for seeing more of the girls
here, to see them get excited and come together for their mutual enjoyment, I
swear I do."

While that seemed to satisfy the Board, Hannah had to look

down at her lap and Heaven developed a sudden coughing fit.

"Um, um, Vickers, umm, you represent quite a quandary.

We suspect you lied on your application to this school three years ago and you
absolutely understood you would not have been admitted if you had been honest
with us," the Chairman of the Board declared.

Heaven shivered so I took one of her hands while Christina

took the other. Our motions were noted but I doubt the three of us cared.

"Now, Vickers, we could deal with this matter if you

would submit to a medical examination," he continued.

"Why?" Christina replied. "Is every other

applicant to this school required to do the same?"

"No other student has their gender called into

question," a third board member informed us.

"She is not going to go along with this blatantly

discriminatory policy," Christina retorted.

"If I may," Doctor Scarlett raised her hand. After

a moment the Chairman nodded. "Mr. Braxton, as a man and someone with a
confessed familiarity with Heaven Vickers, would you assert that said person is
a woman?"

"She's more than woman enough for me," I quickly

answered.

"Since it is clear that I have the lowest moral

threshold in this room, it isn't going to make anyone think less of me if I
attest that I've seen Heaven naked and she's got all the girlie parts I
like," Rio threw her soul into the struggle. Heaven virtually froze up at
that declaration.

"Are, are you saying that you've seen Umm, Vickers

naked?" the second director stuttered.

"Dude," Rio scoffed, "we have communal

showers here. Seeing a girl naked is hardly a rare occurrence. Since you seem
like a kindred kinky soul, I'll let you know that I've seen Heaven under the
sheets and I can give that body my pseudo-lesbian seal of approval."

"Have you had homosexual relations?" the Chairman

gasped.

"With Heaven, definitely not," Rio swore with an

upraised hand. "As for anyone else, what does it matter?" she joked.
"You already think I'm a whore."

"You should watch your language," the third

director warned Rio.

I put my hand on her stomach to hold her back from saying

something that would only make it worse for her.

"To the bitter end," she winked at me.

"To the bitter end," I smirked back. She was

taking one for the team; drawing off the discussion about Heaven by shocking
the Board. Unfortunately, I wasn't alone in seeing that.

"Mr. Chairman," Doctor Scarlett addressed the Head

of the Board, "perhaps we could return to the agenda if you want to stay
on schedule."

"Very well," the man allowed. "Umm, Vickers,

this matter isn't over but since we do not have conclusive proof about your
gender, your application will remain under review."

"Thank you," Heaven replied softly.

"Don't thank us," the man spat. "Your

deviancy will reveal itself soon enough. Evil can never hide from God's
Truth."

"God is with us," I glowered back. I wasn't

winning any friends on the far side of the table.

"Your time is coming, Mr. Braxton," the Chairman

retorted. "Ms. Talon, we find it miraculous that you haven't racked up
more infractions in your short time here. Now, your parents and this board
agreed, upon your admittance, that you would live with the strictest discipline
and you've attempted every trick in the book to circumvent those
intentions."

"They did this to me on purpose," Rio moaned over

the revelation of her parents' role in events. They'd given the Chancellor and
Dana Gorman carte blanche in dealing with Rio.

"Nothing has changed," I whispered to Rio. She

turned and looked at me with tear-brimmed eyes. She nodded once in
understanding.

"A special guardian will be assigned to see to your

physical and spiritual security," he continued.

"Who?" Rio questioned quietly.

"Administration will decide on who is most

appropriate," he responded snidely. "Now for Mr. Braxton."

"I would like to say how much we appreciate you ladies

and gentlemen taking time out of your busy schedules to deal with matters here
today," I interrupted. I earned several glares for my effort.

"Mr. Braxton, you are an unfortunate aberration that

should never have been allowed to happen. All disruptions that have happened in
the past few weeks can be laid at your feet," he opened with.

I raised my hand. The man opened his mouth to continue but

seemed annoyed with my gesture.

"Yes, Mr. Braxton?"

"Sir, how did you come to this conclusion? I'm one guy,

and a freshman at that," I countered.

"You are the man, of course," the Chairman snorted.

"It is only natural that the women of this campus would follow your
masculine authority no matter how unfounded and perverse."

Wait, did he just call every woman in this room mindless

sheep?

"Still, we are caught in the same quandary that left

you here in the first place. Since we have already isolated you in a Solarium,
you will also be assigned a guardian," he grumbled.

"Oh, okay," I shrugged. "What happens to Dana

Gorman?"

"Ms. Gorman has been terminated," he shrugged

back.

"But it wasn't her fault. I'm no fan; she did knock me

out during a practice session once after all," I pointed out. "She is
good for this school, though."

"We have a new Head of Security and the Athletics

Department is being suspended for the rest of the semester," the Chairman
informed us.

"That would be the neo-fascist in black at the end of

the table," I directed my attention to the lone woman on the south end of
the table. "Ending our sports programs would be a serious mistake for the
morale of the school. Ms. Gorman has done a bang-up job and it would show real
concern for the students at this school if you would keep her on as Athletics
Dean."

"Ask around to any of the hundreds of students who

participate; ask Rhaine, she's worked closely with the Coach before," I
begged. I had no idea which way Rhaine would jump but she was the only trump I
had to play. The big guy didn't seem inclined to listen to Rhaine but that
didn't stop her.

"Coach Gorman gives every girl an active outlet for our

energy," Rhaine volunteered. "She also allowed the reliable elements
of the student body to aid with security. It was a shame that Zane's
masculinity unbalanced the school populace; the student body does not blame her
for what Zane and Christina did."

"She should hardly be rewarded for such a catastrophic

loss of control," the second director stated.

"Reinstating Coach Gorman as Athletics Dean would save

us the need for creating new creative programs to provide for the physical
well-being of the girls," Doctor Scarlett suggested.

"This is a matter for the Board to discuss," the

Chairman announced. "You students are released to return to your dorms.
Thank you for your attendance. Mr. Braxton and Ms. Talon, you will be assigned
your guardians before you arrive at breakfast tomorrow." We took that as
our clue to leave. We made it out of the room and almost out of the building.

"A moment, Mr. Braxton, Ms. Buchanan," the

short-haired woman called out. I turned and met her while the rest of the group
slowed down behind me as we started to exit the building.

"I'm Gabrielle Black, your new Head of Campus Security.

I thought it was important to meet you before classes formally resume."
She stepped up and shook Christina's and my hand while we studied her.

"You may call me Zane," I offered. "I hope

this means we are getting off on the right foot despite that whole neo-fascist
thing."

"I don't see any panty lines 'Gestapo' Black," Rio

interjected herself. "Have you gone commando today?"

"I usually make someone earn the right to find out, Ms.

Talon," she gave Rio a shark-like grin.

"I really don't see how that is relevant and I really

don't want to know," Hannah spoke up.

"Come on, Zane," Rio persisted, "give it a

shot."

"Hannah doesn't want to go there so why don't we say

good-bye to the nice lady and go," I responded.

"What exactly is Ms. Talon asking for?" Ms. Black

inquired.

"Apparently Zane has a thing for figuring out women and

woman's lingerie," Christina said with a degree of caution.

"I hope Ms. Cartwright will forgive me but I'd like to

test this little trick," Gabrielle requested.

"If Hannah doesn't mind," I asked the sophomore

class President (sort of). She nodded so I looked to Gabrielle.

"Give me a second," I requested.

"What's wrong, Zane?" Rio wondered when I didn't

immediately start reeling off the facts.

"She's good at lying," I informed the group,

"but, "

"But?" Gabrielle smirked.

"Lycra, form-fitting, probably a custom job, dull

black, and I guess, with some sort of synthetic weave," I stumbled along.
"I've never seen anything precisely like it."

"I have," Simone muttered. "A woman in the

Presidential Detail for the Secret Service talked about having one, though they
called it spandex instead of Lycra."

"You have bulletproof undies?" Rio teased.

"That is so cool."

"What kind of Campus Security Chief wears bulletproof

underwear?" Rhaine wondered.

"That's not important," Gabrielle smiled coolly.

"36C with extensive surgery on her right

shoulder," I noted, "plus I'm willing to bet she's had plastic
surgery on several places over her body."

"Nice guesswork," Gabrielle grinned; too bad the

friendly gesture didn't reach her eyes. "What gave me away?"

"You hold your left shoulder slightly higher and to the

rear, causing your left breast to be elevated. Let's say that a thirty-year-old
woman has a characteristic to her skin that a twenty year-old hasn't developed
yet," I informed her.

"Do you really want to go over every individual spot

that I've noticed so far?" I hinted. Two sites could mean one thing and
one thing only; they weren't something for open conversation.

"I will graciously concede the field," Gabrielle

gave a half bow and withdrew.

"What was that all about?" Rhaine finally broke

the silence.

"I'm not sure," Christina responded.

"Zane?"

"I don't know," I murmured.

"I do," Rio volunteered. "She's nuts, and I'm

not talking about thinking that Aunt Jude is a Martian nuts; I'm talking about
someone you don't want walking into a daycare with a loaded gun nuts."

"That doesn't make any sense," stated Simone.

"She's our new head of security."

"She's no police officer, I'd bet," Hannah weighed

in.

"You people are being paranoid," Rhaine snorted.

"The Board of Directors wouldn't put anyone dangerous amongst us."

"I agree," Heaven added bitterly. "It isn't

like they suspect the student body to be under Zane's influence because we
can't help but be naturally submissive to his masculine charisma. No, wait,
sorry. That is exactly what they accused us of five minutes ago."

"Heaven, women are supposed to submit to their

husbands; it is God's Law," Rhaine declared firmly.

"Oh, thank God," I groaned. "Rhaine, come

with me to my room; I need a massage."

"You are not my husband or my father," Rhaine

countered. "I am not required to serve you."

"Then why are we rolling over for the all-male Board of

Directors?" Christina inquired. "All I wanted was for the students to
stand up and make our own decisions. One day we will submit to our partner but
until then, God gave us free will and we should exercise it."

"How does Zane fit into all that?" Simone

challenged Christina.

"He made a mistake. I saw no duplicity in Zane in my

time watching over him so I believed he meant us no harm," Christina
replied.

"Your attitude brought you down," Rhaine reminded

her.

"Standing up for what was right got me and my friends

persecuted," Christina replied. "Anytime any authority tells you that
it is okay to torture someone for the 'greater good' is being neither great nor
good; they are perverting Christian virtues."

Rhaine and Simone had no answer for that. We parted ways

(rebels and traditionalists) and returned to our dorms, waiting to see what
would come next.

First Look At The Guardians

"Wow," Rio gasped. "My world view has been

shattered; there really is a Santa Claus."

"Do tell," I joked.

"I've been assigned my guardian for the semester; you

get three guesses," Rio grinned.

It had to be someone from Rhaine's faction and the number of

people there that Rio didn't utterly despise numbered less than five.

"Mercy Chaplain?" I hazarded.

"Got it in one," Rio snickered. "Who is

yours?" I looked up my text messages (they were normally sent to poor
Iona).

"Vivian Phillips," I told Rio. "I don't know

too much about her but she's first-team Karate and a senior from Rhaine's
camp."

"I need to think of something nice for Mercy this

evening," mused Rio. "I am thinking the fuzzy hand and ankle cuffs,
coconut massage oil, and my little pink friend."

"That seems awful, passionate for you," I pointed

out.

"Don't worry about it," she smirked. "I'm

going to ride her face like a burro going down the Grand Canyon."

"That was a metaphor I could have done without," I

grinned. "By the way, the morning of the great melee, you were really nice
to Mercy. What is up with that?"

Rio looked embarrassed, cast her eyes about suspiciously,

then looked at me intently.

"I hoped no one caught that," she whispered.

"I'm pretty sure it was only Valerie, Joy and I who

caught it, and Joy had no point of reference," I advised Rio. "Where
is your mind concerning the two of you?"

"Damn it, Zane, she's a sweet girl," Rio hissed.

"The crazy kid trusts me totally. That is kind of eerie and gentle at the
same time, if that makes sense. Nothing has prepared Mercy for what a shithole
this world can be; she is simple, sheltered, and innocent in her outlook on
life."

"It didn't start out this way," I persisted.

"What happened to change that for you two?" I wanted Rio to work this
out in her head. Caring for another person was difficult for her, and that she
could do this for Mercy was partially my fault.

"Honestly, it was the fear on Mercy's face when she

rolled off of you that day," Rio sighed. "She wasn't afraid of me
coming to slap you silly, you had that coming," she sneered. "But the
fear of being sexy and sexual, she'd been drilled in the head so long that any
sexual feeling was from the Devil that she felt devastated that you'd made her
orgasm. I'm afraid I snapped; I had to do something," she confessed.

"And your answer was to make her your submissive sex

toy?" I teased her.

"Hey, what can I say? I'm a freaking deviant myself. If

you want the mediocre mainstream, call Doctor Drew," Rio grinned.
"I'm all she's got and it is going to be a cold day in hell if I'm going
to let some Bible-thumping asshole trap the beauty that is her body when she's
wracked with pleasure in some cold, gray, sexless box."

"She's lucky to have a friend and protector like

you," I whispered back. Her snarky reply was cut off by the look she was
giving the stairwell to my domicile. Mercy Chaplain and a dark aspect girl had
entered the area and were coming our way. Iona was coming our way as well.

"That is Vivian Phillips," Iona announced my

visitor. I had no doubt she had a dozen useful facts on my latest guest too.

For her part, Vivian looked almost overwhelmed with the

'improvements' I'd made to the place.

"Mr. Braxton," Vivian said to me as she came to a

stop before my sofa. I stood up and offered my hand. Rio stood and regarded
Mercy. I guess I had to be happy they didn't fall over the sofa in a fit of
sexual wrestling.

"So, Vivian, how do you want to handle this?" I

inquired.

"You will stay in your room until I pick you up and you

will stay in each class until I take you to your next class or activity,"
she strictly informed me.

"We'll see how that works out," I joked.

"No, Zane, that is how it is going to be," Vivian

explained.

"Okay. What is going to happen if we miss one

another?" I inquired.

"How can you miss me if you stay where I tell you to

wait for me?" she stated firmly.

"No, I want to know what the repercussions are going to

be after I've successfully avoided you," I asked pleasantly.

"Zane, the Board of Directors has directed the

University to do this and if you dodge my duty, you will be expelled,"
Vivian responded patiently.

"So you don't know," I winked. "In that case,

you can count on it that the next few months are going to be interesting for
you."

"Mercy, you are going to have to sleep in my room if

you hope to keep up with me," Rio taunted her guardian.

"If that is what it takes," Mercy shot right back.

"You still can't be there every second of the

day," Rio bantered.

"If I have to keep a hand on you for the rest of the

semester, I will," Mercy countered. I'd have been happy for both her and
Rio if Mercy hadn't sounded so eager.

"Damn it," Rio snapped to me. "Mercy's got me

so stymied and pissed off that I'm going to be up half the night working off my
aggression." I rolled my eyes and Iona blushed as Paige and Valerie came
up into the room.

"What's going on?" both Val and Paige asked.

"Mercy doesn't trust me so she's going to be with me

every night from here on out," Rio pseudo-sulked. Valerie's groan was a
lot more real and justified. I should have sensed the psychic chemistry going
on around me; I could have used that bit of insight to run.

"You two, Paige directed to Vivian and Mercy, ",

should keep these two together as much as possible to minimize the damage they
can do."

"Well they can't stay in my dorm room," Valerie

sounded disappointed, "so they'll have to use Zane's bedroom. It is the
only safe place to store them."

"I'm not going to spend time in Zane Braxton's

bedroom," Vivian shook her head.

"Perhaps if you took a look at Zane's room before

passing judgment," Iona offered. Vivian was about to make a rebuttal, then
took another look around the room.

"Okay," she allowed.

Our little troop made our way to my screened-off area of the

floor.

"Where are you going with this, Paige?" I asked my

albino sexual siren quietly.

"Around the third time I drug Vivian to

unconsciousness, she's going to figure out what's going on so a long-term
solution suggests that your current girlfriends put you and Vivian together so
that you can convert her to your side," Paige outlined with newfound
tolerance.

"I'm too damn experienced with you to argue,

Paige," I confessed.

"Your ability to be smarter than a hamster on a wheel

is refreshing," Paige rewarded me with a stroke on the cheek. We stumbled
at the entrance to my boudoir as Vivian had to take it in. She was so
'enraptured' with my extravagance that she missed Rio sneak up on Mercy from
behind.

Rio put both hands under Mercy's skirt. One clearly coaxed

along her buttocks while the left move around and began to gently caress her
pubic area from the front.

"Someone's not wearing their underwear," I barely

heard Rio whisper in Mercy's ear. "For being such a good girl, I'm going
to do something special to you tonight; Zane's room at 10:00 o'clock."

Mercy obviously tingled all over at the news.

"Don't plan on getting any sleep," Rio teased

softly, "I want the taste of hot little bitch-flesh on my tongue all night
long, and since I can't have anyone worthwhile, I'll have, fuck it; I want you
tonight, Mercy. Don't think for a minute that I care about you, though."

"Okay," Mercy turned halfway to Rio's lips,

"I understand." Mercy did have this contented ephemeral smile on her
face that I was hoping Rio didn't catch. If Rio did, she didn't show it, but
then Rio hated to acknowledge that anyone cared for her.

"Thank Cordelia for me," I turned to Paige. I

figured the only way Rio ended up with Mercy was someone rigged the process in
her favor.

"That was me," Paige confessed. "I tried to

stack the odds in your favor with Joy Jefferson but that didn't work out so
well.

"Thank you," I expressed appreciatively.

"Thank me by hooking my legs over your elbows and fuck

me standing up," Paige beamed raw sexual hunger my way. "I want to go
bouncy, bouncy, bouncy on my personal pleasure toy." She finished by
licking her lips. I wish she wouldn't refer to my cock as her toy or look at me
the way a starving dog looks at a fresh pork chop.

Valerie motioned me forward now that Vivian had started

walking around my bedroom.

"What is that platform for?" Vivian muttered to me

once she realized I'd come to her side.

"It is my bed," I informed her. "Now do you

see why you could sleep with me and we would both be okay?"

"I am not sleeping with you," Vivian insisted.

"I could sleep on one side and you could be on the

other and we couldn't even touch fingers," I insisted.

"No," Vivian announced.

"I'll fight you for it," I gambled.

"What?" Vivian stared my way. Clearly, my move

caught my friends off guard as well.

"You take me and I'll behave for a month. If I beat

you, then you move into, my floor, for a month, and you still get to keep an
eye on me," I offered.

"I am not staying in your room no matter what,"

Vivian declared indignantly.

"All the sofas are sleepers," I explained.

"You wouldn't be in my room, plus you have your own shower and bathroom as
well as the other amenities that have been put in."

"That is not going to happen," she insisted.

"Oh, my apology; I didn't know you were afraid of

me," I shrugged.

"I'm not afraid of you, and I'm not going to be baited

by you either," she shot back.

"Then fight me, pin me to the ground, and have things

your way," I challenged her.

"Coach Gorman told us not to fight him alone if we

could avoid it," Mercy jumped in. "If the Coach couldn't put him down
quickly, you don't have a chance, Vivian."

That was so cold, and I'd have never thought Mercy could

have pulled it off, luring Vivian in the way she did.

"Fine, let's go to the gym and settle this,"

Vivian growled her acceptance of my dare.

"Let's fight here," I countered.

"In your room?" she worried.

"In life, the arena you find yourself fighting in

rarely presents itself as an even surface," I pointed out.

"That would be true, Ms. Phillips," Dana Gorman

confirmed from the entrance.

"Dana," I exhaled with some relief.

"That would be Coach Gorman to you, delinquent,"

Dana smiled at me.

"Coach!" Mercy squealed, hugging the only real

adult in the room. I was pleased to note that Vivian seemed genuinely happy at
the news of Dana being back on the job too.

"Cool it, Mercy," Dana chuckled.

"Technically, I'm still Ms. Gorman until 6:00 a.m. tomorrow morning when
my re-instatement goes into effect." She patted Mercy on the back before
they separated. "I am mildly curious as to what you are doing here in
Zane's room, Vivian. I normally credit you with better sense."

"Are you saying I'm senseless, Coach Hot-cheeks?"

Rio snickered at Dana.

"Rio, my understanding of you begins with your

friendship with Zane, which pretty much explains every other insane stunt you
two have been involved with since your arrival," Dana smiled back.

"Coach, I can explain," Vivian finally got out.

"I was assigned to Zane as his guardian by the Board of Directors and they
said, um, "

"That you should go to Zane's bedroom and get into a

fight?" Dana concluded. Vivian gulped, nodded and then shook her head.

"Get used to it, Vivian," Coach nodded knowingly.

"If you are going to be hanging around with Zane, you need to get used to
things like this happening. These inexplicable events occur on a regular basis.
By the way, Zane: Thank you."

"No problem, Coach," I grinned.

"What was that for?" Vivian asked.

"Zane fought to get my job back," Dana Gorman

nodded.

"Why would he do that?" Vivian wondered. "You

put him through hell."

"Yeah, I was asking myself the same question," Rio

chimed in.

"She's good for the university," I answered,

"and they were going to cancel the athletics program."

"Vivian, you should be more concerned how you are going

to beat Zane," Dana stated.

"Valerie, could you get Vivian one of your sports bras

and a pair of Rio's shorts?" I requested.

"I'm not going to strip in front of you," Vivian

said indignantly as Valerie left to do as I asked.

"I'll leave the room if you like," I shrugged.

"I'll take video evidence," Rio leered at Vivian.

"Rio, I'll slam you inside one of Zane's wardrobes if

you don't behave," Dana warned.

"Zane will stick up for me," Rio puffed out her

chest defiantly.

"Yeah, I was considering that," Dana laughed.

"That turns a six-second fight into a sixty-second fight, but you are
still ending up in the closet."

"And to think Rio spent so many of her formative years

coming out of the closet," Paige jabbed.

"Paige, I'd slap you for that but I know Zane doesn't

want a bruise on that swank body of yours." Rio taunted the tender-fleshed
albino Paige.

"I keep begging him to trade you to me for a night but

Zane insists that you two are exclusive for now," Rio kept at it despite
Paige's arousal. "I'm holding out for you, though."

"I'm confident that Zane will keep making the right

decisions," Paige rose to the challenge.

To be continued in part 16, By FinalStand for Literotica.

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