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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

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