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Eve of the New Order

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Earned leadership is a blessing; assigned
leadership is a burden  

"Am I going to have to spank this little kitty to teach

you a lesson?" Rio asked sweetly. Mercy vigorously shook her head in
denial.

"So you don't want me to do this?" Rio began

energetically rubbing her fingers over the moist cunt. I was distracted from
the rest of that exchange by Barbie Lynn's recovery. She climbed up my body,
cheeks still full of my cum and staring at me with a mischievous hunger. At the
moment I thought we were going to mimic the cum-swapping trick Ms. Lane and I
had done, she went in another direction. Barbie Lynn leaned forward within
inches of Vivian's face.

Vivian reacted by pulling away, knocking the back of her

skull against the headboard of the bed.

"Barbie Lynn, I am not kissing you, and I am certainly

not kissing you with Zane's, seed/semen in your mouth," Vivian insisted.
Barbie Lynn mumbled something that sounded somewhat like 'but you'll like it'
and did her best to look sexy, innocent, and inviting all at once.

She would have had me convinced that brushing my teeth with

uranium hexafluoride was the best thing for long term dental health too. Barbie
Lynn pressed forward, Vivian held her back by putting a hand on each shoulder,
and then Barbie Lynn transferred one of Vivian's hands so that it now supported
one of Barbie Lynn's dangling tits.

Realistically, Vivian was better at Karate than Barbie Lynn

and could have blocked/resisted the blow, but Vivian had the ability to be
remarkably compliant at the weirdest of times, like right now. Barbie Lynn was
really close to doing as promised.

"Please don't," Vivian asked softly.

Barbie Lynn went one step further; she tapped her forehead

to Vivian's forehead, smiled at her, and sat up, ready to swallow at last.

"Wait, don't!" Rio cried out. She switched

direction so that she was beside Barbie Lynn and they were the ones now actually
kissing and letting my semen travel from tongue to tongue.

When Rio got her share and then some, she spun rapidly back

to Mercy and slapped that girl's thigh, motioning her up on her knees facing
Rio. As Mercy reached the appointed position, Rio took her head in both hands
and bore into a powerful oral exchange. One blowjob with three recipients, not
my normal wake-up routine. That aforementioned bunch of guys is going to
crucify me, upside down.

Mercy went from slightly hesitant to rather animated in seconds,

keeping tight to Rio as Rio tried to withdraw. Mercy's tongue lashed Rio's
mouth a few more times before Rio pushed her back.

"You like that, my Bang-bunny?" Rio taunted Mercy.

"Do you like Zane's cream on your tongue and going down your throat?"

"Yes," Mercy responded shyly, "yes, I like it

very much." I waited for 'can I have another' and an inappropriate chorus
from 'Oliver'. Rio didn't see things that way. She wrapped Mercy up by the
waist and kissed her once more.

"Okay, but since you are such a lousy cocksucker I am

going to make you practice on Zane every night at eleven until you get it
right, at least until the end of the semester," Rio scolded Mercy.

"If that is what you want!" Mercy beamed.

"Lord Jesus, save me," Vivian prayed for sanity to

return to the room.

"Oh, no, you are not," Barbie Lynn challenged

Mercy and Rio's little scheme as she rushed to my rescue. "Not every
night, anyway," she added. Maybe not rushing to my rescue after all.

"The next lady to lay claim to my sexual favors, I'm

going to make French kiss Ms. Marlowe during breakfast at the Dining
Hall," I threatened. "Spread the word."

"How is that going to work?" Rio snickered.

"I don't know, but I've done every other inconceivable

thing I've set out to do so why should this be any different?" I gave her
a lopsided grin.

"Yes, all of this is very nice," Vivian lectured,

"but Zane only has seven minutes left to take a shower downstairs."
We started to stampede for the exit. "Robes, towels," Vivian reminded
us. She was rapidly learning many of the important skills one needs to become a
mother to teenagers, a cat wrangler, or a prison guard.

The Dawn of the New Order, like it or not.

 

It started at 6:45 as we began filing out of the dorm

toward the dining hall and breakfast. We received texts, or our dorm mothers
received them if we didn't have that function, assigning us a tribe we belonged
to. What was a tribe? No one seemed to have a clue what this entailed for us.

 

"So," Iona was the first to ask me, "What

tribe are you part of?"

 

"My tribe's called the Mediator tribe," I

responded. "What lame-ass name does your tribe have?" Iona blinked at
me, took my phone from my hands, and looked at it while we walked.

 

"Mercy and I are in 17," Rio sneered. "Why

did your group merit a name and ours didn't?"

 

"Because Zane doesn't have a tribe," Iona

figured. "He is not of the mediator tribe; he's a mediator. The real
question is, how many mediators are there and what is their
responsibility?"

 

"I'm in tribe three," Vivian volunteered.

"I do have a notation but no indication who to see about it." The
conversations around us were going in the same general direction, the girls
trying to figure what sort of disruptions this would cause. The teachers put a
kibosh on students walking around and finding out where their friends were
placed so the text and phone messages being tossed around were obscene.

 

The surprise going to breakfast had saved virtually all

of the freshmen from Handmaiden's Duty but they snapped us up heading for
Assembly. I had Frederica Nicholas who decided to make a game of her giving me
a word and me having to create a poetic verse. I rapidly learned the more
risqu my verse, the more touchy-feely she became. (And she is a Rhaine
supporter, huh?) I am a glutton for sexual foreplay no matter where it comes
from.

 

Entry into the Assembly Hall brought its own special form

of confusion. All the seats had numbers for the tribes that could sit there. I
didn't find my group anywhere but I did catch the fact that Christina's group had
been broken up. I stopped by Heaven to put a comforting hand on her shoulder
because she looked terribly unsettled before I approached Ms. Goodswell on the
stage.

 

My spiritual advisor stood up, walked to the edge of the

stage, and knelt down so we could talk privately.

 

"Hi, Teach. I can't seem to find my groups/tribe's

area," I said pleasantly. "Can you help me out? Hell, can you tell me
what's going on?"

 

"Zane, your seat is right over there," she

said, pointing to a chair on the front row, aisle seat. She smiled sadly.
"All I can tell you about this program right now is that I trust
you." Oh crap, that didn't sound good. Sitting on the front row, the
region normally reserved for seniors, was just as disturbing. I sensed an epic
boning in my future and I was sure I knew who the chick with the strap-on was.

 

Chancellor Bazz came to the podium and led us through the

first ten minutes of the session. I could tell she was simmering with anger and
resentment over whatever the upcoming fiasco was, and she showed it. She
introduced Vice Chancellor Scarlett, then sat down abruptly. Her enthusiasm
wasn't muted; it was buried in the core of the earth.

 

"Greetings, students of Freedom Fellowship

University; I believe we stand at the first step to a great, glorious, and
blessed experiment," Vice Chancellor Doctor Victoria Scarlett began. Her
plan did sound grandiose, was certainly going to be famous (or infamous), and
whichever supernatural powers put their mark on this train wreck, I was sure
we'd discover the Arch-angel Morningstar also had his sulfuric fingerprints on
it when the CSI's were finally brought in.

 

The basics of the scheme: There would be eighteen tribes

of fifty or more members. Each tribe had all four grades in it but was focused
on declared majors so that the girls could support one another. Each tribe
would internally determine how they would regulate themselves as well.
Externally, relations would be overseen by the Mediator, yes, that was in the
singular, as in one: me.

 

At this point, I was wondering if jumping up, shooting

Scarlett in the heart, and crying 'Sic semper tyrannis' was appropriate. I
didn't have a gun and realistically, Victoria didn't deserve death for what she
was putting all of us through. A few days in a pillory would suffice. No, she
was making me be the 'Man' of our academic community, our judge and arbitrator.

 

As for my job qualifications, or lack thereof; I am

considered morally loose, if not downright deviant. I'm an eighteen-year-old
boy telling twenty-one-year-old women what to do, I have no legal experience,
oh, yes, and half the campus hates my guts. I almost missed it when Doctor
Scarlett added that Vivian would remain my guardian.

 

Maybe Vivian would throw herself in the path of a

sharpened pencil, pen, or stylus aimed at my heart by any number of the young
ladies that wanted me dead, just like a Secret Service Agent.

 

"You will be informed of the location of your first

meetings. Each tribe will meet at eight o'clock tonight and tomorrow night to
create the foundations of your group," Doctor Scarlett informed us.

 

"Tribes five and seventeen will be meeting in the

Solarium of Alan Smithee dorm, if that is okay with Mr. Braxton." Victoria
looked my way. I stood up in case anyone missed my discomfort for being called
out and actually asked by a lead educator for anything resembling permission on
this campus.

 

"Eight o'clock tonight?" I questioned. "I

don't know if that works for me. I have a Brazilian body wax at eight and have
scheduled my eyebrows to be plucked at 8:45, plus there is a new episode of
NCIs: Los Angeles at nine."

 

"How about they promise to keep the noise level

down?" Victoria volleyed right back at me without missing a beat.

 

"Very well, Doctor Scarlett, if you personally guarantee

their behavior, I'm okay with them using my room," I allowed. I couldn't
provoke Scarlett and I couldn't embarrass her, so I was back to facing her
rear-bound artificial cock catching up with my behind. I sat back down.
Victoria quickly exited center stage and a bitter Chancellor ushered us through
the last of the service.

 

I waited outside the Assembly Hall for my friends and my

Handmaiden for the moment, Theresa Yates. Christina and Chastity caught up with
me first, both giving me a curious look.

 

"Bro," Rio sneered as she and Mercy joined us,

"we need to discuss your future abuse of power, bribes and kick-backs you
are going to get. Nice banter with ol' Scarlett too."

 

"Yes," Christina said sarcastically,

"being flippant with the Vice Chancellor backfired so spectacularly the
first time, it definitely needed repeating." Her criticism really sucked
because I always secretly wanted her to think well of me.

 

"What's your plan?" Chastity prodded me. She

was always helping me out when she got the chance. As she finished, Iona, Hope,
Faith, and Heaven showed up.

 

"They split us up," growled Heaven. "Do

something, Zane."

 

"He just found out about this," Iona responded

before I could. "Give it time and combined, we will come up with a
solution together." I sighed with some relief at her assistance and then I
blinked. The powerful kiss I planted on Iona's lips caught everyone off-guard.

 

"Freaking brilliant!" I complimented her gaily,

giddy with glee. I didn't have an actual plan yet but I had a direction to
propel my thought toward. With my mind awhirl, I caught sight of Theresa moving
past me on her way to class.

 

"Hey, Theresa," I called out. "What are

you having me do today?" She looked a bit shocked.

 

"Zane, we are no longer allowed to call on you for

Handmaiden's Duty," she informed me.

 

"Oh, He, ck no," I choked out. "Who

says?"

 

"The Vice-Chancellor declared you to be outside the

tradition," she stated sadly. I wasn't going to stand for this. Victoria
was building a wedge between me and the rest of the student body.

 

"Iona, do that tech-thing that you do and inform the

ladies that by the authority vested in me as mediator, I am reinstating myself
as part of the Handmaiden's duty until, over half of the tribal leaders
petition that I do otherwise," I announced.

 

"By tech-thing, do you mean send a text message with

an accompanying e-mail to all the students on the school registry?" Iona
regarded me quizzically.

 

"Zane," Chastity worried, "are you sure

you have the authority?"

 

"Of course he has the authority," Rio declared.

"He's the freaking mediator." Sometimes I would really like to get a
word in before the conversation runs away from me.

 

I swatted Iona on the ass, she squawked.

 

"Chastity, this is clearly a game of chicken, so why

not see how far Scarlett is willing to go," I replied. The look Christina
gave me restored my faith in me; her eyes beamed at me, alight with an
intellectual fire. I had one last thing to do while the chaos boiled one last
time before the ebb: I hugged Rio.

 

"I want you to break into Gabrielle's place," I

whispered in her ear, "wait for her to come get you, and tell her this:
There is no Cordelia Dresden."

 

"Back off, Joker," Rio punched me. Rio trusted

me not to put her in harm's way if I had another choice and Gabrielle knew that
Rio would be the last person any sane individual would trust to do this.

 

She gave no hint of a reply to my request. The assumption

was, if Cordelia didn't know what we were up to, she couldn't figure out a way
to stop us, and right now I wanted a way for us out of her little game here at
FFU. My current theory was that the girl I knew as Cordelia didn't exist before
she came here, she was an invented personality, and I wanted to know who the
inventor was.

 

Oh yeah, back to my actual life where my academic and

social lives were in upheaval because my current nemesis (or one of them
anyway) was a crusading idealist. I swear to God, if I survive this place, I
will never forgive Aunt Jill for not sending me to the University of Hawaii,
which was my first choice for college. All I had to worry about there was
hurricanes, tsunamis, volcanoes, and the wrath of the island spirits for
despoiling virgins, simple shit.

 

"Zane, you will discuss the merits and sins of the

concubines of King Solomon with me," Theresa said, as she passed me her
backpack to carry. Life rolled back to semi-normal and we separated to make our
way to our first classes of the day. That illusion took another ill turn when I
entered English class with Ms. Goodswell. She gestured for me to come to her
desk before the lesson began.

 

"Zane," she informed me softly, "none of

the female teachers or administrators at this school can give you orders, only
suggestions. Only Doctor Jennings may truly compel you to do anything."

 

This bombshell was the reason she said she trusted me

back in Assembly. The only one making me do the right thing was me. I had never
considered me Mr. Responsibility before so I was in for a crash course in
having authority over 900 students and 100 teachers. I told Virginia Goodswell
about my decision concerning my Handmaiden's Duty to get her input, then
compelled her to treat me as any other student, because apparently, I'm in
charge of students now.

 

"There are old soldiers and there are bold soldiers,

but there are very few old, bold soldiers," she reminded me. "Never
forget, no matter how dark it may seem, Zane, you are never alone."

 

"I could always use a picture of you in a white,

low-cut bikini to inspire me," I hinted.

 

"Mr. Braxton, by the authority vested in me by the

mediator, I order you to take your seat so we can begin classes," she
smirked. Oh, the irony: stymied by my own hubris.

 

Celia Wanamaker snapped me up coming out of English

class. Vivian was waiting for me and Raven was in tow, right up until Paige
snapped her up. Celia had me name a biblical character for each letter of the
alphabet. Paige had Raven quote bible verses, backwards. As if there was any
doubt my day could get worse, it did so immediately.

 

"Oh, the great Priest-King approaches!"

screeched Rio on seeing me. "We all must genuflect, that's kneel down
until your head touches the ground for you stupid bitches, until the Mediator
passes." The horrible, horrible thing was that dozens of confused girls
started doing just that.

 

"Hold on," I held up my hands for attention,

"Hold on. Rio is mistaken. Genuflecting is only done during the Holy Days
of Christmas, Good Friday, and Easter."

 

Okay, I made that up off the fly and I figured that I

wouldn't be at school for Christmas, and Good Friday and Easter were next year
and I'd worry about that then. For now:

 

"Emily, Rebecca, Henrietta, and Magdalena, please

carry Rio to her next class, by the legs and arms," I instructed some of
the closest students. "If a door or other object gets in the way, don't
hesitate to use her head as a battering ram."

 

"Damn, Bro, that's harsh," Rio giggled from the

floor. I knelt beside her.

 

"Yeah," I whispered, "like being

man-handled by four girls isn't going to turn you on."

 

"Don't tell them that," she whispered back. I

rose and continued on to class. A wiggling, squirming, cursing, and fighting
Rio followed us.

 

I went through the same rigmarole in Biblical Archeology.

I told the teacher that using my authority over students, I was instructing her
to instruct me as if I was any other student, because I was a student and this
was the area of my authority; right? She bought into my reasoning with some
relief.

 

"How was it?" I mouthed to Rio once class was

well on the way.

 

"Two hands all the way up the thigh, one knows I

forgot my undies and was thoroughly soaked, two titties grabbed," Rio
described what she'd been subjected to, "and I got to bite Magdalena's
ass. I love those soccer player asses. You are most likely the best friend I
will ever know; thank you."

 

"Always willing to help a fellow pervert out,"

I grinned back. Rio winked, then returned to work. I needed all the humor I
could get because it was going to be a long damn day. By the time I made
Marksmanship at three o'clock, I was damn happy to shoot something. I got some
relief by having my best day ever, scoring a 53 (out of a possible 100) at the
range. When I finished, I noticed a large number of my club mates standing
close by.

 

WOMEN and the WORLD at LARGE

 

"Yes?" I questioned the ladies clustered behind

me at the firing line.

 

"Oh, we are huddling behind your manliness,"

Daphne, one of the better shooters, joked.

 

"Manliness? Daphne, you just shot an 87. Hell, if

you ladies want to be safe, stand in front of me, because apparently that's the
one place my bullets don't go," I chided her.

 

That was a slight exaggeration. I was a pretty good shot

out to 50 meters, but when I have to use binoculars to even see the target some
of these girls are nailing, I know I have a long way to go.

 

"Zane, police your station," Hope instructed

me. "Everyone, it is time for field training." This was the other
part of marksmanship, sneaking around and spotting targets in the woods. We
didn't use live rounds but it was still fun stuff.

 

"Gung-ho!" I responded to Hope. I'd heard that

this was the battle cry of an Asian-American unit in World War II; Japanese I
think.

 

"I'm Korean, Zane," Hope tried not to chuckle.

"We are not exactly friends with the Japanese."

 

"If I stop saying it will you ask your Daddy not to

come?" I inquired hopefully.

 

"If you keep saying it, I'll stop telling my Father

I can't live without you," she countered.

 

"You can't live without me?" I questioned.

 

"Of course I can live without you, but I had to

think of something to stop him from parachuting here in the dead of night and
slitting your throat," she confided.

 

"You are joking; right?" I worried. Hope was

nonresponsive as we got our gear together for the hike. "Hope, tell me
that was a joke." Once we passed into the forest, Hope was quiet,
business-like and nothing but. We were a mile into our trek when Hope settled
down to study the environs. Per procedure, Hope watched to her front and left;
I crouched at her back, facing away, and watched to our rear and Hope's right.

 

We would stay this way until Hope set up on the target,

which was when I became her spotter. Since we weren't there yet, I scanned my
area one more time, then cupped my right hand and reached behind me until I
touched Hope's ass. I waited for a reaction of any kind but none came. Three
seconds later I began to gently coast along her posterior, lightly squeezing
her buttocks and rubbing along her cleft.

 

With a careful ear, I caught Hope's breath gaining in

intensity. A few seconds later, she reached back and tapped my arm lightly so I
stopped. Hope then rose carefully and we continued on our way. During the
entire encounter, neither one of us had deviated from our watchfulness, which
gave the whole situation a greater erotic appeal for me.

 

"Zane," Hope caught my attention as the last

rifle and bullet was secured away, "I really wasn't sure how you would
deal with me, being better than you. How do you do it?"

 

"All the training and skill in the world isn't worth

a damn if you won't fight," I tried to explain. "A willingness to
fight without talent is a waste. Hope, you didn't defeat me; you beat me."

 

She seemed to be searching for my definition of those two

terms.

 

"Let's walk over to Orienteering before Heaven

pops," I suggested. "We can both pin Heaven down but short of killing
her, I'm not sure how to stop her." Hope chuckled at that assessment and
nodded. "Hope, you put me on the mat and made me tap out, you beat me. You
haven't discouraged me from coming at you when I feel I'm more capable, you
haven't defeated me."

 

"Beating implies physical dominance but defeat is a

state of mind," Hope replied as she stripped my definitions bare. I swung
back my hand to spank her ass. Hope flinched slightly as instinct recognized
the incoming blow and dictated a menu of responses, most of which involved
causing me pain. I spanked her left ass cheek; Hope yelped and glared over her
shoulder at me in feigned annoyance.

 

"You are a very verbose wench," I shook my

finger at her.

 

"Do you want them to perform an extensive autopsy to

figure out where I stuck that finger or are you going to remove it from my face
right now?" she challenged me mirthfully. I stepped to her side, draped an
arm around her waist; a second later she hesitantly echoed the gesture.

 

When we got to Orienteering, Hope and I parted company

and I joined my fellow students as Heaven stood before us. The silence dragged
on, and on until I finally felt compelled to raise my hand.

 

"Yes, Zane?" Heaven asked sweetly. You know;

that 'sweetly' that says, I have an iron skillet to the head in my immediate
future.

 

"Class? Are we going to have class today?

Please?" I mumbled.

 

"I don't know, Zane," Heaven glared at me with

a vicious smile stitched to her face. "Do we have your permission to have
class today? Apparently we need to." Oh, fuck-buckets; Hope had probably
had the same instructions and blown them off; Heaven was going a different way.

 

"I understand," I announced with dignity as I

stood and walked up beside Heaven before facing the rest of the class. "As
your appointed mediator, I think we should come forth and pray on the matter.
All of you come to the front and kneel in a semi-circle; you too Heaven."
I put a hand on her shoulder and put pressure on her to kneel beside me, right
beside me.

 

The girls gathered around, Heaven was on her knees only

inches from my crotch with her eyes flickering from my hard cock (I'm giving
strong consideration to slamming that bastard in the middle of the US Tax Code
to make it calm down) to my eyes. Soon I was in the center of a waist-level sea
of slightly swaying female heads.

 

"Let us pray," I intoned. "Lord, guide us and

give us strength to be true to ourselves, have faith in the gifts of insight,
determination, and self-worth you have given us. Also, give us the vision to
see what is wrong, the knowledge to understand when we hear things that are
nonsense, and the will to forge past those words so that we find our own voice.
In Jesus Christ's name we pray; Amen."

"Amen," the girls said, at varying volumes and

with varying conviction. They were all there, on their knees, staring at me. I
swear to God, if one of them had 'Bahhed, I'd have died on the spot.

"Okay, who believes I'm more qualified to teach this

class than Heaven?" I began. Two girls started to raise their hands then
self-consciously reversed direction.

"You are all correct; I am totally unqualified to teach

this class. I am totally unqualified to tell any of you to do virtually
anything. I don't know more about life than any of the rest of you do. At
eighteen, I'm younger than most of you. I'm a guy, nothing more. You ladies
don't need me. Really, do any of you have any need of me whatsoever?"

"Sex," blurted out of the mouth of Ruth, one of

the senior club members. No one said anything for a few seconds. Okay, I could
deal with this.

"Fine, sex. With the Purity Pledge here, do any of you

think you would need me for sex?" Twelve of the fourteen girls raised
their hands; counting Heaven made it thirteen. I wanted to be anywhere else but
in the deathtrap of my own creation. Screw that; I wanted to crawl into a deep,
dark hole and pull the dirt in behind me.

"We hear you are really good at it," Benios tried

to explain things to me.

"Brandi told us all about blowjobs. Those seem safe

enough with the Pledge," Michelle added. Heaven started snickering at my
expense.

"All right, everyone," Heaven raised her voice as

she stood up, accidentally squeezing my cock through my pants as she did so,
"let's get started, and if no one screws up today, we can have Thursday's
class in Zane's bedroom."

We finished the last class for the day and started leaving

our outdoor classroom when Ruth put her hand on my lower arm.

"Zane, does a blowjob violate the Purity Pledge?"

she asked. That wasn't really what she was asking. Why would I know the
specifics of a pledge that everyone knew I hadn't taken? No, what she was
asking was if she could experiment with oral sex with me.

The other girls were not so surreptitiously hanging around

for the answer.

"Honestly, I don't believe that fellatio is an

acceptable alternative to vaginal sex unless it includes cunnilingus," I
bullshitted. I believed that, but I was hoping the lingo would buy me an exit.

"What?" Ruth stammered.

"Oh, I know that," Michelle giggled.

"Fellatio is when you take a man's phallus and put it in your mouth, and
cunnilingus is when a man puts his mouth, down there," she pointed at her
crotch.

"Zane, do you do that too? Put your mouth, Ruth

hounded me.

"Sure," I confessed. "Every man should, but

in reality, it is more than tongue work", I wiggled my tongue, "but
finger work too. All you have to do is think how your fingers feel down there,
except this time they are under someone else's control and you have a strong,
flexible muscle added to the mix." I instantly knew I was missing
something with this audience.

"You touch yourself; right?" I questioned. By many

of the guilty looks, I could tell that most of the class had, but a surprising
number hadn't, Ruth included.

"I never have," Ruth replied. "I was afraid

I'd stop being a virgin." I nodded, walked over to the closest tree, and
banged my head against it.

"That's enough for today," Heaven intervened.

"We can pick up this wonderful, non-orienteering discussion next
time." She ushered me away. I was rather thankful to get away and into the
company of someone I trusted. "Are you ready for tonight?"

"You mean am I waiting to pack your tight ass and drag

my fingernails over your back until I draw blood? Yes," I grinned down at
her.

"Evil!" she giggled. "You are sinister, vile,

and an aberration to all that is pure in the world."

"Well, you are purely wonderful," I countered.

"So is this a case of opposites attract?"

"Do you like to see me that way?" my transvestite

lover teased.

"Your legs on my shoulders as I drive into you; on your

hands and knees; you looking down at me as you slide down that first time, your
ass cheeks bouncing, with my hands kneading them as you face away, but most of
all, with your head on my chest, asleep, your hair spilling over your eyes as
you lay there, that's the best," I related.

"How can you be lusty and sweet at the same time?"

she murmured.

"It's how you make me feel, Heaven," I explained.

"It is no mystery, you are that good to me."

"Best boyfriend ever," she whispered, as she

hugged my arm tight. On the final approach to Heaven's dorm, she gave me a
nudge.

"So, how did you beat the ten-second rule?" Heaven

prodded me.

"We have a ten-second rule?" I questioned.

"We don't, silly; it's Hope's rule," Heaven

grinned. "No one holds her for more than ten seconds. She has, had
proximity issues."

"We were intimate," I pointed out. "That

probably helps."

"I hope so," Heaven laughed. "The first time

Christina and I barged into her room, we found ourselves staring down the
barrel of a gun. Chastity was her roommate and she nearly freaked because she
didn't know Hope had an automatic, much less slept with one under her
pillow."

"Note to self: never climb in Hope's window looking for

a midnight hook-up," I sighed.

"Hey," Heaven playfully grumbled, "if you are

crawling in anyone's window for some late-night booty, it had better be my
window and my booty you are after, Mister."

"Or what?" I teased. "Are we back to me being

in a deep, dark hole, you with the only key, dressed up for me in black strips
of leather?"

That description dated back to our first day on campus

together when she hated my very existence.

"Bitch," Heaven growled with frustrated desire.

"I'll see you at the car in ten minutes, then." I

gave a double pump of the eyebrows and left. We had been invited by Officer
Danica Campbell of the Lancaster PD for a barbeque so we could get
reacquainted. It was something Heaven was really looking forward to (not that I
minded).

Danica's house needed a little yard work but was otherwise

an unremarkable ranch style house with an attached carport. Heaven's hands kept
fluttering at her sides and straightening out her skirt. Me; I was in a
long-sleeved pull-over and jeans and was having a much easier time of it
emotionally. My only problem was our timetable; I had to be back before nine.

We could smell the burning charcoal from the front yard but

I indicated to Heaven that we weren't friends enough to simply walk around back
unannounced. We rang the doorbell, then rang it again. Heaven was going for a
third, nervous try when Danica opened the door.

"Hey, you two, come on in," she greeted us, and

stepped aside so we could enter.

The first aura I detected in Danica's home was of benign

neglect; the house was inhabited but no one actually lived here. Everything
looked old but not worn, except for one chair and the cabinet around the TV
which had VHS tapes (?) and scores of DVDs from the past ten years. Danica was in
a lumberjack shirt, jeans, and deck shoes with a noticeable lack of bra,
panties, and socks.

"I'm glad you two showed up," Danica said, talking

to us as we followed her through the living room to the kitchen. We could see
the grill cooking away on a concrete patio through a sliding glass door.

"I almost showed up last night," Heaven blurted

out, then looked mortified.

"You would have had to wait a while," Danica

joked. "I worked last night."

"I would have put her to sleep on the doorstep, covered

her in a blanket, and given her a garden gnome to use as a pillow," I
joked. Heaven blushed furiously and punched me in the arm.

"Be careful, Mister Braxton," Danica threatened me

with a wink, "I have handcuffs, pepper spray, and a taser, behave."

I was hoping that comical exchange would have reduced the

tension. It almost worked. As Danica opened the sliding glass door, she turned
to say something. I have no idea what it was that got into her but at that
point, Heaven threw herself at our hostess, wrapped her arms around Danica's
neck, and kissed the lady cop. Danica staggered out the door onto the patio,
grabbed the doorsill before they toppled over, and after her obvious moment of
panic, put her other arm around Heaven's waist.

Third Wheel Syndrome was kicking in for a while as the two

kept tickling each other's tonsils and rubbing their bodies together.

"I, ah, wanted to kiss you since I talked to you on the

phone," Heaven finally said. Danica stroked a finger along Heaven's left
earlobe, wiggling it back and forth.

"Mission accomplished," Danica smiled. "You

don't date much, do you? That's not a condemnation; it's just, you have a raw
intensity I haven't seen in a while. I like it." Heaven looked ready to
dive into another lip frenzy when our hostess held her up. "Let's check on
the grill, unless you like your pork chops and chicken burnt as hard as the
coals that made 'em."

Heaven gave Danica enough lead to make it to the grill and

open it up. My friend coughed and choked as the smoke billowed out; it was
Heaven's first outdoor barbeque, or at least the first that didn't involve a
professional pit master and a whole steer.

"Give her some room," I cautioned Heaven. "I

hear those things are hot." It was my first time too, but they had similar
things in Thailand so I wasn't totally lost.

Eventually, I was forced to wrap my arms around Heaven from

behind to keep her from bouncing all over the place. Her enthusiasm didn't
bother me; she was fun and felt she had a lot of catching up to do. We chatted
about her work and our school machinations. Danica made a crack about me and
women putting me on my back, funny like a crutch.

We gathered in her living room; it was the only room that

had the seats to meet our needs with the meat, coleslaw, hush puppies, and lima
beans to eat. There was the promise of sherbet if dinner didn't fill us up.
Things were going so smoothly that I almost missed Danica's little ploy.

"Heaven, since you are getting a beer, would you get me

one too," Danica off-handedly mentioned. We were finishing up the meal and
washing it down with the appropriate beverage, lemonade in my case and beer in
theirs.

"Sure," Heaven smiled warmly, and off she went.

She didn't hear Danica get up and follow her into the kitchen, though Danica
did give me a wink.

The moment Heaven pulled the two lagers out of the

refrigerator, Danica slipped up behind her and pressed her body into Heaven's.
For a second, Heaven thought it was me and was looking over her shoulder to
chastise me. I was following but was hanging back.

"Zane, then she noticed it was Danica,

"Huh?"

"Hey, Precious," Danica purred to her, "it

seems your hands are occupied;" gesturing to the beer in each. Danica
stretched her arms around and cupped Heaven's breasts and began massaging them.
Heaven tried to twist around but Danica didn't let her. She bit into Heaven's
neck instead, sucking up and down from ear to shoulder.

"The last time you snuck up on me; now it is my turn.

How does it feel?" Danica continued. She pressed Heaven up against the
refrigerator door, grinding her there for a while before letting Heaven turn
and faced her.

"It feels good," Heaven gulped, "but I know

some other things I want to do to you that are better."

Danica answered that by sensually sliding down Heaven's body

until she was kneeling. From there she lifted Heaven's skirt, pulled down her
double panties and started making kissing/slurping noises that made Heaven
shudder in anticipation. Danica was bobbing in a slow, languid style that was
pushing the tranny toward her own internal blaze. I saw the opportunity to come
up and relieve Heaven of her beers before she dropped them.

Heaven's hands dropped immediately to Danica's head and

trembled with the desire to push Danica farther and farther down her cock.
Danica held her off, having more blowjob experience than Heaven and I combined.
I took the time offered to remove all our shirts and Heaven's bra before
alternating kissing Danica's neck and back while playing with her tits, and
going to Heaven and kissing her and teasing her nipples with my teeth.

She was over-eager and was tapping Danica's crown inside a

minute, indicating the shortness of her fuse. Heaven gave a muted squeak
followed by,

"Oh, God, that's so fucking good, take it, oh, God,

take it!" Danica did a masterful job of soaking up everything Heaven had
to give and draining her dry afterwards.

Danica had to hold Heaven's hips to stop my lover from

sliding to the ground on her ass.

"I think we will all be passing on the sherbet," Danica

grinned while licking her lips. Heaven nodded, first shakily but soon with much
more assurance. I kicked off my shoes in my own endorsement of this plan and we
were soon all migrating to Danica's bedroom.

Heaven, new to the romantic aspects of sexuality, dove

straight onto the bed and shimmied out of her skirt. Danica and I stopped at
the foot of said bed and shed our pants (and underwear for me). As Heaven
looked at us, I pulled Danica's hair aside and began kissing her from right
beneath her ear down to the nape of her neck. Danica responded by pressing her
backside into me and gyrating her ass on my crotch.

Danica ran her left hand behind her back and began moving it

sensually along my stomach to the base of my cock and up again. Her right hand
stroked my thigh and hip on the other side. I countered by moving my left to
her left breast, mauling it but leaving the nipple unmolested for now. My right
hand went in a serpentine fashion to her crotch and hovered right above her
clitoris.

We played tag with our intimate parts long enough for Danica

to start sweating and moaning against me.

"Why aren't you married, again?" she snickered.

"Oh, yeah, you being eighteen and all."

"Are you too much woman for one man?" I countered.

"Actually, I've been looking for someone special,"

she confessed, but she wasn't looking at me when she said it. That wasn't lost
on Heaven either; her jaw dropped. "Don't freak," Danica reassured
her. "I know we don't have much in common, I'm a townie and you're a rich
girl from somewhere else, but we have until spring if you want to hang
out."

It took Heaven a few moments to digest that.

"I'd like that, Danica; I'd like that a lot," she

smiled.

"Well, I'd like it if you came over here and kissed me

before your boyfriend drives me totally nuts," Danica teased her. Heaven
got on her knees and waddled to the end of the bed to join us.

"Wait," Heaven said at the last second, eyes wide

with surprise. "I have a boyfriend and a girlfriend, I rock!" and
then she dove into Danica's lips. Danica was propelled into me by Heaven's
passionate embrace. She reciprocated by moving her hand off my hip and onto
Heaven's semi-rigid cock.

Heaven's phallus hardened quickly enough and she upped the

tempo by buoying up her breasts and initiating a nipple fight between her tits
and Danica's, wow, a freaking advantage I hadn't thought of.

"Let s, Danica gulped for air " get on, the bed.

I want some, of this, in me," she pulled on Heaven's cock.

Oh, yeah, this was the Heaven-Danica show and I was second

fiddle, and I felt it was glorious. 'You are known not by what you do but by
what you leave behind,' or so yet another saying goes. Danica and Heaven were
happy with one another, even if only for a little while. That 'while' included
Heaven retreating up the bed as Danica followed and I pursued her.

"Have you been a good girl?" Danica quizzed

Heaven. "Do we need a condom?" clarified the issue.

"No, no, I've only been with Zane," Heaven

answered.

"That's hardly a ringing endorsement for safe

sex," Danica chuckled.

"Damn, that's just cold," I groaned. "For

your information, if my partner wasn't a virgin, she was someone I know
intimately."

"So you are not doing it with that Warlord chick living

in your house now?" Danica persisted.

"How do you even know about that? It happened

Sunday," I wondered.

"Zane," Danica sighed patiently, "I'm a cop

and your house is like two miles away."

"Can we get back to concentrating on the sex?"

Heaven grumbled. "I'll wear a condom if you want. I'll wear a harem girl
outfit if you want, as long as it leads to sex with you."

"That won't be, necessary," Danica murmured as she

positioned Heaven's cock between her labia then began to push down.

I was working out what my place in this could be when I

spotted the bottle of lubricant (generic) boldly sitting on Danica's
nightstand, not very subtle at all. I shifted over, got the bottle, then got
around behind them once more.

"Can I join in?" I asked.

"I trust you," Danica purred. Silly her; I'm

behind her with a source of lube and a passion to use it. I poured some out on
Danica's cleft and let it ooze down toward her cunt. I let it cascade over
three fingers before sealing it up again. With my left hand, I began working a
finger into Danica's anus, and with my right, I worked another into Heaven's.

"Oh," Danica grunted, as I slipped past her

sphincter. Heaven's response was to moan sensually. It took me a little while
to not only work a finger in but a second one in as well; then the fun began.
With Heaven, I began both pumping and making a series of circular motions; with
Danica, though, I pressed down until I was counter-massaging Heaven's cock
through the walls of her rectum and cunt.

"Oh, my fucking God!" shouted Danica. "That

feels great; she's really grinding against me."

"Keep that up," gasped Heaven. "I, I can feel

your fingers." Okay, I got this one right. I could also feel the
sympathetic impulses growing between Danica's vaginal walls and Heaven's cock;
they weren't going to last long. Drilling Heaven's butthole in rapid-fire
fashion sent her crashing ahead of the wave.

"Dan, Dan, Danica, Hell, yeah!" Heaven screamed as

she slammed upward into the lady cop. Danica's back bowed and a low growling
noise reverberated through her body. Both tried to use their anal muscles to
grind my finger bones together; for the orgasms they were riding through, it
was worth it.

Danica shivered through one last orgasmic burst then settled

gently down on Heaven. Heaven reached around with her arms and ran them up and
down Danica's back. Our hostess pushed off her lover's body with her elbows on
the mattress and kissed her nose.

"That felt wonderful," she smiled down at Heaven.

Heaven didn't immediately respond. "Is something wrong?" Danica
worried.

"I, um, it was really nice, Danica, but, Heaven worked

through the words.

"But?" Danica asked.

"But I think I'm into guys," Heaven gave her

worried confession. "I'm sorry; what we did felt good but what sent me
over the top was, "

"Oh," Danica seemed to deflate.

"Hold on," I intervened, even as my fingers were

still slowly working them both. "Heaven, you liked Danica's blowjob;
right?"

"Yes. It was wonderful," Heaven brightened up.

"She's, you are, she looked into Danica's eyes " the best I've ever
had."

"Still, you like it up your ass, don't you?" I

prodded. Heaven bit her lip and rolled her head to the side. Danica pushed
herself onto all fours and sighed.

"Well, damn," she sighed, "I was sort of

hoping, "

"Danica, would you consider screwing Heaven's ass?

Giving it a chance?" I hazarded.

"I'd give it a shot," Danica replied after a

moment's hesitation. Being with a girl was new; being with a transgender was
new; and now being the driving force in anal sex was going to be new too.

"I'll get dressed and go out to the car," I

winked. "Surprise, surprise; I worried something like this would happen so
I brought a few things along."

I was afraid that when I got back from the car with my

backpack holding the strap-on, that a chill would have set in. I shouldn't have
worried; Danica was surprisingly passionate and Heaven was sheer surprise
itself. They were cuddled face to face exchanging small kisses and stroking
each other's hair.

"I just want you both to know," Danica held up a

warding hand, "if that thing is longer than my arm, I'm calling this
off." I presented the device for her approval and while it could be
intimidating, it wasn't scarier than Heaven's normal equipment. "I'm glad
that's going into you and not me," Danica ended up teasing Heaven. Not to
be outdone, Heaven rolled onto her stomach and wiggled her upraised ass in the
air.

"Oh, she's begging for it," Danica laughed.

"Yes, she does, and if you think that's sweet, imagine

how nice it is to wake up with her ramming that pole in while riding you,"
I painted the picture.

"Is there any position she doesn't like?" Danica

inquired.

"I'm right here, my ass up in the air. Please, somebody

do something," Heaven whined.

"Not that I know of," I ignored Heaven's plea.

"You could try it in the shower, bent over the sofa, heels up in the
La-Z-Boy, or hanging from the pull-up bar, she's quite strong."

"Oh, hmm, thanks, Zane; I'll explore those

opportunities," Danica grinned.

"Hello, ass here, needs stuffing," Heaven became

more insistent.

"She's shameless," Danica teased happily.

"Absolutely," I laughed, "but if one of us

doesn't fulfill her needs real soon, violence will ensue."

"Zane, you warm her up and I'll figure out how to put

this thing on," Danica instructed me as she took hold of her sexual toy.

"About damn time," Heaven panted as I worked my

first finger in again. I'd oiled up several fingers before handing the lube to
Danica to prepare her artificial cock with. Heaven's anus was already pliable
from our activity so it took only two minutes to work the second and third
finger in. By that time, both Danica and Heaven were ready.

"This is weird," Danica mumbled, as she placed her

phallic head against Heaven's sphincter. "Let me know if this, she got
out before Heaven pushed back and gasped. "Doesn't that hurt?"

"Makes me feel full," Heaven gasped.

"Push." Danica did indeed push, and spanked Heaven for good measure.

Now that I was freed up again, I elected to recline beside

Heaven and watch her get fucked by Danica. Heaven and I made eye contact; that
totally free, blissful look was exceptionally special for me. I'd seen Heaven
afraid far too often. I'd seen her furious far too often as well.

"Zane," Heaven perked up, "get over here. I

want your cock. I want it coming and going."

"Revenge," taunted Danica. Heaven and I had given

Officer Campbell simultaneous oral and anal sex, and now Heaven was getting the
same treatment. I sat my ass on the pillow in front of Heaven's face, legs
spread wide. She grabbed my cock in both hands (my cock is so massive, its
ability to block out the Sun often cows primitive tribes, or maybe Heaven has
small hands) and yanked it forward somewhat painfully until she could lick the
tip.

"Come on, Zane," Danica egged me on, "take

hold of her head and fuck her like a cheap slut." A shudder passed head to
foot through Heaven's body and she gave out a small sob.

"Heaven," I asked cautiously, "do you want to

stop?"

"I'm being fucked like a slut, Zane," she replied

tearfully. "I'm being fucked like a slut."

You never know with some people. Danica gave me a worried

look so I gave her a quick smile and a nod. Heaven wanted to be a woman, but
almost as important was that she wanted to be seen and treated like a woman. It
may have played out in Heaven's imagination that she had gone to some seedy bar
looking all hot and sexy, then a couple had picked her up so they could treat
her like a bad little girl.

I raised my hips, feeding more of my cock into Heaven's

mouth.

"Spank your bitch's ass," I teased Danica. She

responded by alternating noisy but not very painful slaps to our tranny's
buttocks. Heaven wanted the tease, not the real pain, and Danica was right
there for her.

Once we had a good rhythm going, I could feel Danica's cock

slamming at its deepest impact, Heaven squirming and squealing with the
pleasure and her tongue and throat swirling around my oral intrusion. She
slurped and sucked desperately while a small amount of drool marked her cheek
and jaw. Heaven began making whimpering noises along with the grunts when
Danica drove in deeper.

All the sizzling sex I'd been forced (yeah, right) to watch

sent me over the edge first.

"Heaven, babe, here it comes," I chanted several

times before I finally did shoot gobs and gobs, so much it shot out her nose
and mouth. Okay, not really that much, but I certainly felt some relief.

Heaven swallowed with some degree of urgency because she was

at her tipping point as well.

"Oh, God; oh, God; oh, God, Danica, FUCK!" she

cried out, then bucked up hard against Danica. On the second buck, Danica took
hold of Heaven by her elbows. Heaven rocked a few more feeble times onto the
strap-on but her energy was temporarily spent.

Danica wrapped her right and then her left arm around

Heaven, pulling her into an upright, kneeling embrace, her breasts squished
against Heaven's back.

"Are you okay, Precious?" Danica panted next to

her lover's ear.

"I, oh, yeah, I feel great," Heaven wheezed.

"I also, seem to have, made a mess, on the bed."

"I planned for that," Danica answered with a kiss

to Heaven's neck. "I was hoping we'd end up here. By the way, do you want
me to pull this out now?"

"Yeah, my ass is getting a bit sore, muscles

stretched," Heaven shivered. I wiggled forward so that Danica could push
Heaven against me as she withdrew the artificial phallus from its resting place
up Heaven's back door.

When the last of it slipped free, Heaven gave a brief little

hiccup, then melted into my arms.

"Damn, I'm so glad I met you," she murmured.

"Thanks," Danica and I said together, then laughed

at the confusion. Heaven gingerly curled into my lap while Danica sat back and
worked off the sexual aid that had brought so much pleasure.

"Well, that was different," Danica mused.

"I'm not sure how much I enjoyed it but I can't say it turned me
off."

"Umm, that was good sex," Heaven smiled at us

both. "I like good sex." I gave her a little nudge and communicated
as best I could by eye contact alone. "Thank you, Danica," she added.
"I really liked that, what you did for me."

"In that case, we really should do it again,"

Danica said nonchalantly. Heaven perked up right away.

"Right now?" she hoped.

"No," I cut that conversation right off. "I

need to get back to campus, and that means you have to get back as well."

"But, Heaven sounded hurt " Danica, that means

we can't, "

"I know," Danica interrupted. "Zane has church

work tomorrow and then I'm at work for the next five nights, so, maybe next
Tuesday?"

"I'd like that," Heaven became excited once more.

She crawled over to Danica and began kissing the cop and running her hands all
over her body.

"Bathroom, clothes, kisses goodbye, and then we have to

go," I prodded Heaven. She looked over her shoulder at me with deep
disappointment. Finally, she sighed and nodded. The rest of our visit passed
quickly enough. Heaven behaved, I cleaned up the strap-on and myself, and we
left Danica with some thank-you's and a bemused look on her face. I knew that
expression; people had described me as having it after my second date with
Heaven too.

The BIRTH OF The JANIsSARIES

When we returned to campus, I felt my stress level rise once

more. This time I was reasonably sure I had a plan but I needed some help. I
sent out some messages for people to gather, and for a special few, I sent
people to get the girls I wasn't sure would come otherwise. I barely got back
to my dorm room before the fire tribal meetings that had taken place there
broke up.

I wasn't there to say much but I did impress upon the

students that this was my turf and I wasn't ceding one inch to Ms. Scarlett's
scheme or to any one tribe.

The group that I'd assembled was very eclectic, some by

force and a few of them I barely knew at all. Of the staff, I brought in Dana
Gorman, because she was the prior Head of Security and our current Physical
Education Coach, and Gabrielle Black, because she was the current Head of Security
and I didn't want to build an internal police force without her advice and
consent.

On the justice side of things, I brought in Doctor Bryce

Kennedy [FYI: she is a woman], the head of the Pre-Law program, Ms. Hudson
Lane, our school lawyer, and Ms. Virginia Goodswell, because I trusted her
judgment where teachers and teaching were involved. Despite the oddity of the
situation, they all answered my summons and didn't look frighteningly pissed at
my request.

Student-wise, there was a sea of familiar faces, if not

friendly ones. Only Mhain Reynard had been brought here under threat of force
by Hope and Chastity. When most of the two visiting tribes had cleared out, I
began my meeting.

"What I have to say may ramble a bit but please be

patient; we are creating something new here," I began. "Has anyone
heard of the janissaries?"

Iona raised her hand, as did Hope, Christina, and Simone

Brady (former Junior Class President).

"For the rest of you, there was a Muslim empire of

Turks who ruled much of Eastern Europe and the Middle East. They would levy a
tax against their Christian subjects of young sons, and they would take these
boys, force their conversion to Islam, and then use them as elite soldiers and
palace guards for the Sultans."

"No, I'm not asking anyone to convert," I warded

off some of the more hateful looks, "but the principle elements of what I
say will make sense, I promise. These Janissaries soon rose up to become the
chief officials of the Turkish government, the most loyal and trusted of all
the Sultan's men. They were both the military and the civil authority of the
Empire." I let that sink into the crowd of bright young women I'd
assembled.

"So you want us as your personal guard?" Kylie

Frik, a sophomore candidate for Class President, sneered. Clearly, she was
thinking harem, not what I had planned. Hannah Cartwright, her opposite in the
sophomore camp, figured it out.

"You want us to be a police force and, I'm guessing by

the presence of a few Law types, to be judges as well. You want a shield between
you and direct involvement of things you might do."

"Close, but no cigar," I grinned to Hannah. She

liked me well enough but she didn't really know me or the twisted way my mind
worked. "You wouldn't be my shield; I would be yours. The Janissaries get together
and decide policy and how to best enact it; I give it my blessing; and you go
do what you want to do while I take the heat for things when they go
wrong."

Temperance(Note: introduced in Chapter 7) and Dana both

laughed. Christina and company knew better than to judge my madness before
hearing the whole story.

"The Janissaries ended up ruling the Ottoman Turk

Empire in the name of their Sultan, who they kept as a virtual prisoner in his
own palace, Simone Brady insightfully pointed out " for almost 200
years."

"Wait. Are we going to imprison Zane?" Millicent

interrupted. "That's more than a little odd."

"No. I'm going to select ten Advocates and ten, well, I

didn't know what to call them so I was thinking we'd call them the Nameless,
the enforcers of the Advocates' decisions," I explained.

"How is this going to relate to school elections?"

Simone asked.

"I think elections are toast for this year,

Simone," I related my fears. "The purpose for them has been
short-circuited and that is why I asked you and a few other Rhaine supporters
here tonight. No student government can exist at this school without your
backing."

"But we don't like you or even want you on

campus," Rhaine spoke up. "Why would we buy into this?"

"He's the only game in town," Christina pointed

out coolly. "Without school elections, all you can do is take over roughly
half the tribes, and then what? Zane is your mediator so he can break down
everything you try to build, if you think he's that petty."

"At the end of the day, ladies, Vice Chancellor

Scarlett has dumped this on my lap, and I think its point is that you need a
man to give you guidance in your lives, unless you keep to your tight little
tribes she's assigned you," I said.

"I'm going against that because I don't believe you need

me to run things here at FFU," I persisted. "No one in this room knew
what my idea was before coming into this room, no one, not even Iona and Rio,
my closest friends. There is no trick here. What I envision is an organization
above the tribes, keeping the peace and encouraging unity."

"Advocates work in ad hoc teams to solve disputes; each

litigant will choose an advocate to represent their case, working out a
compromise whenever possible. Only unsolvable cases would be brought before me,
the Mediator, and I would hear both arguments and render a decision. It would
be a 'nuclear option' to hold over the litigants' heads."

"So you would still lord it over us," Mhain

addressed me for the first time, though she did spit on the ground afterwards
and she still wouldn't use my name.

"I'm doing that right now, Mhain," I sighed.

"I didn't ask for this; it was tossed like a live grenade into my lap. If
I run away, you are left isolated and at the mercy of this experiment. If I
stay, you have some hope of self-government."

"That still leaves you with authority over all the

girls in this school. I'm not sure my father will like that," Simone
pointed out.

"Simone, there could well be some moment when you are in

this room alone with me, and nine other advocates, and ten Nameless. And what
do you think would happen to me if I did one inappropriate thing?"

"Speaking of which, one of us will be in that

room," Christina stated. "Who have you decided shall be the selected
ones?" I had to smile.

"I don't do the actual choosing," I smirked.

"That is what I brought the teachers for. Doctor Kennedy and Ms. Hudson
can pick out the best legal minds to be Advocates as well as coach them in how
student court works."

"Ms. Black and Ms. Gorman can nominate the best choices

for the Nameless. The Advocates will be public knowledge but the Nameless shall
only be known by the select teachers, the Advocates, and me, the Mediator. On
official business they will wear black masks or something like that to give
them an official air with a hint of fear," I concluded.

"That is a bit too much theatrics," Bryce Kennedy

declared.

"I disagree," Gabrielle surprised me by speaking.

"Sure, the girls will suspect who the ten Nameless are, but they will not
know with absolute certainty. That is an incredible advantage in the psychology
of a confrontation, decreasing the chance of violence."

"I will not be party to this perversion," Mhain

declared as she stood up. "I suggest anyone who fears for their soul will
do likewise."

"Why is this douche here again?" Rio sniped. Rio,

like Mercy and Iona, was here as an observer.

"Mhain's here because she represents a portion of the

student body. You can't have a democracy if you start off by excluding people
unless you look forward to a return to civil war in your near future," I
explained. Simone and Kylie stood with Rhaine but didn't make to leave. Mhain
shook her head in disgust and made for the stairs.

"Ms. Reynard, why are you running away?" the

senior educator in the room spoke.

"I'm not running away," she turned and insisted.

"He shouldn't even be at this school with the rest of us and everyone else
is too blind to see it."

"Okay, I agree with you that Mr. Braxton shouldn't be

here," Doctor Kennedy nodded. "That doesn't explain your cowardice in
the face of adversity."

"I'm not a coward!" Mhain shouted.

"Then you are saying that everyone else in this room

is," Doctor Kennedy continued.

"I, Mhain stammered.

"I joined the staff as an educator at Freedom Fellowship

to protect the ladies under my charge, to teach them to the best of my ability
to be good Christians and good lawyers in the Christian cause," the
teacher detailed.

"Nowhere did I sign on to pick and choose the struggles

I would embrace," Bryce continued. "Every believer has the option of
retreating into the shadows where it is safe, but that is not what I teach. You
must have the faith to fight even when things look bleak because that is where
the real victory lies. Thank you for listening. Please scurry off and hide now
because your actions so far bring shame to true female Christians."

Mhain was floored. I was floored too, but then realized that

lying on the ground beside her would be counter-productive.

"Please stay," Rhaine broke the silence. "Things

will be hard enough with you at our side. It will be nearly impossible without
you, especially next year when the current seniors graduate."

Mhain still moved around me as if I was a plague-carrier but

resumed her seat.

"I want to establish some ground rules. I did not ask

for this responsibility but now that I have it, I'm going to make the most of
it. What I want is things that are good for this school," I stated.

"Like?" Hudson Lane prodded me.

"Like campus-sponsored summer trips to Israel, maybe an

exchange program with other all-female religious schools to share missions and
traditions, missionary work with female Christian groups in the Developing
World, and outreach programs with the University of Virginia," I
suggested. There was a pause because sometimes I'm not a total freaking moron.

"How would we pay for all that?" Rhaine

questioned.

"This school is loaded, or hasn't anyone else noted

that all our stuff is new? And since no senior-class women remark on it, it
appears to be a common occurrence," I responded.

"That doesn't mean we will be given the money to

spend," Christina joined in.

"Ah," I scoffed. "I'm the Mediator; I'll

simply ask for it and they will give it to me."

"Exactly how did you come to this delusion?"

Hannah Cartwright asked, but I knew she spoke for the majority present.

"Do you know for a fact I don't have the

authority?" I grinned. "The worst she can do is say 'no.' Actually,
the worst she can do is say 'no' while publicly ridiculing me with
laughter."

"I can't believe we are sitting here talking about a

possible future for our campus built upon a hypothesis of how power works on
this campus, a rather weak hypothesis at that," Simone shook her head.

"That is incorrect," Dana said. "It relies on

how much Vice Chancellor Scarlett wants this experiment of hers to work, and in
my opinion, she wants this pretty bad."

"Fine. If we do this, how long do we have to keep it

secret?" Temperance inquired.

"We don't," I stated calmly. "This isn't

going to be a totally open democracy but we shouldn't be overly secretive. Once
we have the tribal leadership established, they come in as a parliamentary
body. I put my hare-brained schemes past them and give them the right to
impeach Advocates and Nameless."

"Wait," Mhain growled. "We are doing all this

just so the elected tribal leaders can get rid of it all? That's crazy."

"No," Millicent championed my cause, "that's

democracy. Zane can counter their decisions, it is in his power to do so, but
do you think he'd ever do that?"

"He's evil," Mhain stated with absolute

conviction.

"That's it; she's dead," Rio snarled as she stood

up. Mercy hooked an arm around her waist to hold the hothead back.

"What safeguards would you want?" I asked.

"Let us vote to expel you," she demanded fiercely.

"So driving me from a place I've come to consider a

second home is the only thing that will satisfy you?" I sighed. "I
don't know you but you appear to be hell-bent on making me miserable. Please
explain that to me."

"You are a whore and you turn women into whores,"

she spat. Whether the other women believed it or not, every one of them knew
that was going too far; some were absolutely furious. I stood up and rubbed the
bridge of my nose, trying to not obey my instinct, which was to slap the crap out
of anyone who maliciously called a woman a whore.

"That was uncalled for," I said softly. I started

stripping my shirt off. Mhain suddenly looked a tiny bit afraid, although she
was still vastly self-righteous through and through. Bryce looked ready to intervene
but Dana put a hand on her arm to designate she should give me some leeway.

"Mhain, would you define me as totally irredeemable and

destructive to this institution?" I inquired with an even tone.

"Absolutely," she snarled.

"Valarie, knife," I requested. The teachers were

seconds from coming out of their seats and shutting me down. Val swept out her
butterfly knife from her back and flipped it's blade out before giving it to
me. I took it, handle extended, blade resting against my wrist. The only one
not on the edge of freaking was Gabrielle, who looked, well, pretty much as she
always looked.

I walked up to Mhain, caused her a bit of pain when I

grabbed her right arm and pulled it toward me. I slapped the blade's hilt into
her palm, then raised the blade to the level so that the blade tip pricked the
spot between my ribs, next to my heart.

"Here you go," I growled. "Be a hero. Kill

the beast. You will never have a better opportunity than this."

"I won't let you make me a murderer," she worked

out angrily after a stunned moment of silence.

"Fine, someone give me a pen so I can menace Mhain with

it. That makes it justifiable homicide," I countered. By the looks on
Hudson's and Doctor Kennedy's faces, I had just created a mockery of how the
real legal system worked.

"Go ahead, Ms. Reynard," Dana Gorman sounded

bored. "No one here will contradict your story. Do the world a favor and
remove Zane. It is your Christian duty, after all; right?"

For a second, I thought the crazy bitch was going to kill

me. She tried pushing the knife forward and blood welled and seeped from the
puncture.

She was looking into my eyes with that fanatical gleam in

her's shining through, but the eyes are also the windows to the soul. It takes
a certain kind of individual to look into a person's eyes and kill them in cold
blood. I'll give her this much; she put her left hand on the knife and tried to
drive the blade deeper one more time.

With a growl of frustration and rage, she took a half-step

back and dropped the knife.

"This proves nothing," she shouted at me.

"Then pick up the knife," I countered. "If

you can't bring yourself to kill me, take out a kidney or perforate my liver.
That should remove me for the semester."

"All this proves is that you are crazy and evil,"

she was now starting to hyperventilate.

"But can I stay?" I grilled her. "You have

the power to make me leave so make me leave; don't chicken out and hand that
burden to someone else. You don't get to have it both ways."

"I'll give it to her both ways," Rio mumbled in a

way that made it clear she was way past infuriated. Luckily, Mhain didn't hear
or ignored her.

Mhain was still having trouble breathing and now added

shivering to the act.

"Pick up the knife and hand it to me," I demanded.

She glared but obeyed. I wiped the blade on my trousers, flipped it closed, and
returned it to Valarie. "Mhain, please sit down." The nut didn't skip
back to her seat but she grudgingly did as I asked.

"I think we can agree to pick up the discussion tomorrow,"

Virginia Goodswell stood and announced. "Someone get Zane medical
attention."

"We will discuss the gross miscarriage of educator

responsibility by even allowing a student to arm another student in an apparent
rush at suicide," Doctor Kennedy grumbled.

"Mr. Braxton was never in any danger," Gabrielle

gazed on the legal scholar coolly. "At the point where Ms. Reynard's
muscles gathered the impetus to actually penetrate the pectoral muscles of Mr.
Braxton, I would have incapacitated her. There was no danger; thus no
dereliction of duties."

"He handed her a knife, placed it in her hands, and

aimed the point over his heart," Kennedy persisted.

"Zane was certainly willing to get himself stabbed but

Mhain wasn't willing to do the deed," Gabrielle restated herself.

"But Mr. Braxton had no way of knowing that,"

Doctor Kennedy pointed out. Every woman, except Mhain and one other, stared at
her in disbelief.

"Zane," Virginia Goodswell looked to me, "how

did you know Mhain wouldn't stab you?"

"I didn't know; I'm not a mind-reader, but I reasoned

that she would not presume to ignore absolute authority due to her upbringing.
In her mind, no matter what crime a man commits, she should report it to a man
to deal with," I replied.

"If there was no risk then that was not a real

test," Mhain spat.

"Eu contraire; all you had to do was own up to your own

actions and emotions and I'd be dead now," I respond coldly. "All you
had to do was admit that you hate me for purely personal reasons and not
because of anything God directed you to do."

To be continued in part 25, By FinalStand for Literotica.

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