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Domestication may be our second greatest accomplishment, exceeded only by
Fire      

Rhaine had clearly heard something and was trying to make up

her mind if she could both check it out and keep me contained when I decided to
change her train of thought. I gave an exaggerated sigh, took off my towel,
threw it over my shoulder, and headed to my room.

"Put, put, put, put that towel, back on," Rhaine

stammered.

"Why? There are not supposed to be any girls out on the

fifth floor at this hour. It is all mine, according to the Chancellor
herself," I said over my shoulder. "Now, are you coming along or do I
get to shut my door in your face?"

"We don't care," Rhaine tried to recover the

momentum, "we have a key."

"I don't believe you," I accused her as I stopped

and kept looking over my shoulder. Barbie Lynn must be right, I have a really
fine ass, because that was what they were all staring at.

"Well, I have one," she taunted me as she

brandished it in my face, from ten feet away. I just had to beam a smile her
way.

Her key was silver; mine, which hung around my neck on a

light chain, was bronze, as were all five of the original keys. Someone was
giving out copies of my room key; what a bunch of fuck-nuts. I turned and
walked right up to her, which entailed backing her into a wall since she was
trying to backpedal away, her eyes torn between my fiery gaze and awakening
erection.

The other two made to grab me but were flummoxed by my lack

of clothing. I took the opportunity to press myself into Rhaine, who was giving
me the deer-in-the-headlights look, ran a hand along her jaw and curled a lock
of hair. I tickled her cheek with that lock, causing Rhaine to blush and her
eyes to flutter.

"Thanks, Rhaine. You are helping me out more than you

know. If there is anything, I mean anything, I can do for you, let me
know," I softly growled with a wolfish hunger to her, but still loud
enough for her companions to hear. I stepped back and strutted away again, my
semi-rigid rod swaggering back and forth.

"Let's go to my room," I laughed.

"Weren't we supposed to hurt him if he tried anything

like that?" one girl whispered.

"But he was naked," responded Mercy quietly.

"What would happen if, you know, we touched, IT?"

"We are not going to your room with you," Rhaine

shouted at me.

"Fine, suit yourself, because it isn't like I'm going

to avail myself of any of the three fire escapes that lead off the roof,"
I chortled. "Also, touching IT can lead to blindness and sterility in the
elderly under twelve and children over 65," I purposely attempted to
confuse them. Children over 65, sometimes I need to show the whole world that
I'm not getting enough sleep.

Double Dating

I was still laughing at my screw-up as the door swung shut.

At the last second I failed to hear the 'clunk' of the latch hitting home,
though I was already to my bed, when I heard the first hesitant footfalls on
steps. I was well into my morning meditative trance, lotus style, when Rhaine
crested the stairs. My eyes were shut but I could tell by her sharp intake of
breath where she was and what she was staring at.

"Put on some clothes!" she barked. I remained

blind and silent. "I said 'put on some clothes'," she repeated. I
hardly had more reason to do so now than I had a second ago. "Put on your
clothes," she now sounded petulant; no response. We remained silent for
almost a minute, I normally remain still for ten minutes, when she said the magic
word. "Would you please put some clothes on?"

"Please?" I responded, cracking open one eye.

"Come over right now and give me a kiss; then I'll get dressed. Otherwise,
you have to wait nine more minutes while I remain in prayer."

"Prayer?" whispered Mercy; strangely, I prayed to

the Christian God when I meditated, drawing upon Psalms and the Songs of
Solomon mostly.

"I will not kiss you; you sex, sex, sex fiend!"

Rhaine shouted with disgust. I closed my eye and went back into my own little dream
demi-plain.

"Get dressed," she insisted once more. I could

keep this up for another eight and a half minutes. Finally, in frustration, she
stalked up to the side of my bed, the other two in tow. "If we need to,
I'll escort you straight to the gymnastics facility where Coach Gorman can
administer another lesson in humility."

Since I hardly felt humiliated by our last encounter, I felt

no necessity to slip out of my Center. My carpets were thin cast-offs from an
earlier college epoch so they hardly aided any stealth attempt. Rhaine walked
up to me, weighed her options, then pushed me lightly.

"Get dressed, Zane," she said, neither

convincingly angry nor commanding.

That didn't work so she repeated the phrase and pushed

harder. The third attempt used more strength but got the same results. Rhaine
decided that her problem was in the application of force, not her message, so
to increase her push, she placed a knee on the bed and pushed harder.

"Get dressed, she squealed as I fell over, grabbing

her wrist and pulling her with me.

I leapt on top of her even as she rolled from her stomach to

her back. Rhaine's eyes were wide as I dove in for a kiss. Her lips were locked
shut so nothing more happened. She was still struggling for words when Mercy
and the other girl grabbed my arms and yanked me up and back.

"Get off of me," Rhaine shouted, a little too late

to be effective or believable. Experienced leg-breakers usually keep their
victim's arms up or to the side; they never stick them between their thighs. As
it was, I was being pulled back on my knees, pinning Rhaine's shins to the bed
and my hands merely inches away from their pussies. Was it Christmas already?

So much of life is about leverage of one kind or another and

in this case, the leverage was all in my captor's favor, so I needed to change
things up.

"Let go of me!" I shouted, struggled, and slipped

my hands higher up their thighs. I'm not going to win an Oscar but I did make
Rhaine smile at my feigned discomfort, to the point she propped herself up and
grinned wickedly at me.

"Now you are going to do what I say," she gloated.

"Oh, I don't think so," I grinned right back. I

rolled my arms in my shoulder joints and launched my upper body toward Rhaine.
For those fans of physics, when the shoulder goes down and they've made the
elbow a pivot point, then the lower arm goes up, science is my friend.

I rolled my fore- and middle finger into one stiff rod and

prodded Mercy's and her partner's perineum. They yelped and pulled back,
drawing my fingers onto their slits and along them until I flicked their
slumbering clits. Their faces flushed crimson as they stumbled back and
released my arms. This allowed me to descend on Rhaine unimpeded. Her mouth
open in a surprised 'O', our lips met and then our tongues touched inside her
mouth.

I was quick enough to wrap my arms around her before her

back hit the bed.

"Umm" she protested inside our oral embrace.

"Umm" she mumbled, before, "Umm, she ended up moaning. I was a
bit curious why Mercy and the as-of-yet named accomplice weren't all over this,
breaking us apart, when I felt Rhaine's legs move from beneath me, to up my
sides until they crossed over my ass and locked me in.

"Is that, your, I'm not sure what to call it,

cock?" she whispered between kisses. How she had become oblivious of her
cohorts was beyond me.

"I prefer the term cock," I responded with great

gentleness but with a hungry stare, "but if cock works for you," I
added with a slow, steady, downward pressure with my hips upon hers.

Rhaine groaned from deep within, her head lolled back, and

her eyes became somewhat unfocussed.

"Oh, yes," she mouthed, barely audible.

"Rhaine?" Mercy inquired.

"Get, get off of Rhaine," the third girl said

weakly. "Please?"

Since she said please, I obliged. I flipped us over so that

Rhaine was on top. I'm not sure how happy the girl was because Rhaine showed no
haste in dismounting me, though we did stop kissing once more.

"Would you, would you please get dressed now,"

Rhaine panted. I would have been more impressed, and able, if Rhaine hadn't
been humping me at the moment. Clearly, my cock had wedged itself right against
her panty-covered love box, her lips divided and her clit rubbing along my
shaft.

"You really are quite beautiful," I complimented

her, as I brushed some loose hairs out of her eyes. Her face softened and she
gave me her first compassionate smile. She also ground down on me harder,
biting her lip as she did so. The two companions decided something,
technically, it could be called a rescue mission, but I never really figured
out who was being rescued as they grabbed my arms that encompassed Rhaine.

The unnamed girl grabbed my unresisting hand and pulled it

to her chest and kept it pinned tightly there. Mercy made even less pretense of
actually helping out. She grabbed my other hand and put it in her lap. This
would have been minutely more believable if her skirt hadn't 'accidentally'
ridden up her thighs so that when I curled in my fingers, my hand slipped
between her thighs.

Any guess as to what happened when I flexed them again? As

best as I could tell (I was still dealing with a face full of Rhaine), she had
raised her closest thigh to block her friends from seeing what she was doing
and was thrusting my hand into her crotch like it was some sort of fleshy
dildo, with the 'finger-tickler' function.

Heavy breathing, five seconds grinding my hand in deep,

fifteen seconds figuring out that I was working my fingers underneath the
elastic bands of her panties, twenty-two seconds. After that, she spread her
thighs open slowly and as wide as she hoped she could get away with without
being caught. She remained absolutely still as I slipped two fingers underneath
her virginal armor and into her cream-covered labia while rubbing my thumb
against her clit from the outside.

Back to Rhaine: "I hope, ugh, ugh, you have learned,

ugh, ugh, ugh, oh, God, your lesson, ugh, ugh, and we won't, Oh, have to force
ourselves on, oh, yeah, ugh, ugh, you again." By this time, Rhaine had
soaked her panties so thoroughly that she was making squishing noises as she
rode me.

"If you give me one more kiss," I grinned at her,

"I'll do what you want and get dressed." I've rarely seen someone so
arrogant and conceited so utterly baffled about what they should do. Obviously,
if she kissed me and I stood up, we would stop having 'safe sex,' but she was
truly, in her heart, trying to enforce her will on me too.

"Fine," I saved her, "if you kiss me until I

surrender to you, I'll go quietly and do what you say all day long." At no
time was it ever discussed between us what it would take to make me surrender;
she never gave me the chance. She grabbed my head with both hands and proceeded
to suck the air out of my lungs and use her tongue to wrestle my tongue into
submission.

No-Name Girl wasn't humping me like a kitten on speed or

pretending I was blind and her cunny was Braille, imparting knowledge by touch;
she was playing the nervous virgin. I gave the slightest nudge toward her left
breast, she stopped me. I repeated the motion and she stopped me again. On the
third try, she controlled my gradual migration over her breast and centered my
fingertips over her nipple.

Mind you, I still had a face full of Rhaine so I couldn't

see what I was doing, but I've had sex on moonless nights and I've even had sex
blindfolded once (we both were and it was really fun), so I had some experience
at sexual navigation by touch alone. I didn't grab, grope, or shake her orb
around; I palmed the breast and slowly contracted the hand up, letting the
fingers and thumb bring the areolas and nipple into a tantalizing squeeze, then
re-extend hand and repeat.

Her nipple was pretty average but it soon made an

appearance, so on the seventh stroke, I migrated my hand toward the middle of
her chest. She groaned in disappointment until I tapped on two of her buttons
rapidly before going back to the breast. She understood right off the bat and
that shirt got unbuttoned in three seconds flat. Another squeeze and I rolled
like a gentle breeze back to the sternum, under the shirt, and to her surprise,
under the bra, and started tweaking the nipple and letting her breast roll in
my palm.

You know, it would be easier to tell my friends from my

enemies if they weren't both trying to fuck me to death. I guess all my
girl-'friends' do it out of love; my enemies are trying to bring me closer to
God, as long as I get there from outside the campus grounds. There are a
million worse ways to die and I shouldn't complain; the most important point is
that I do have friends after all.

Making the Most of Punishment

I had barely gotten Nameless to suck two of my fingers and

my thumb to slippery goodness and returned them to working her nipple when I
heard someone not on the bed speak.

"Do you think we have enough footage now, Iona?"

Rio purred in a lethally seductive voice.

"In the words of the immortal Rio Talon," Iona

recited, "these bitches are toast."

Dedicated readers will recall how I once claimed that I

didn't live in the real world; I lived in Crazy Town. I still do. Rhaine rolled
off me, into Nameless, and they clutched each other to avoid tumbling off my
bed. (I have a newer, far bigger bed on order for the very reason that I'm
tired of lovely ladies nearly taking headers off my favorite sexual encounter
spot.)

Rhaine was bosom to bosom with a girl whose shirt was wide

open with one boob pulled out of her bra. My hand was yanked free in the
exchange so I rapidly pushed myself into a semi-reclined position. Why was I
not getting all the way up, you ask? Reference: Crazy Town - Mercy decided that
being secretly included in a sex video was a huge turn-on.

She started riding my two fingers like they were a mini-cock

and she was going off like gangbusters.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, ahah." Mercy's whimpers kept

rising in volume.

"Oh, here it comes," was Barbie Lynn's assessment,

based on deep personal experience with me.

"Ah," Mercy continued with even more vigor.

"Don't you worry, Barbie Lynn," Rio patted her on

the shoulder, "she's not nearly as loud as you are."

"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh," Mercy's whimpers became

hiccups as I redoubled my efforts on her clitoris.

"She's no Leigh either," Opal pointed out.

"Ai, ai, ai, ai, ai, ai," Mercy began yelping

louder still.

"What is he doing to her?" Brandi gasped in

wonderment.

"Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba," Mercy's diaphragm began building

up a terrible tension deep inside.

"Ask him to show that to you in the shower

tomorrow," Opal sighed, reliving her own tactile experiences under my
care. "I'm not fixated on his cock; if I can't have it, I'll settle for
his hands and mouth on me whenever I can get it."

"Mother Fucker!" Mercy's head rolled back and she

howled at the ceiling, killing all conversation in an instant. Silence hung
over the room.

Mercy started to fall forward but I caught her and let her

drop onto my chest. I held her close until I felt her breathing start to come
under control. She pushed up enough to look at me with eyes brimming with
tears.

"I'm ruined," she told me in a tired, raspy voice,

then put her face into my shoulder and began wailing uncontrollably.

I stroked her back and hair with my free hand. My other hand

was covered in Mercy's fluids, and while some chicks might get off on being
covered in their love juice, I doubted Mercy was into that kink; and besides,
she was in her school uniform.

"You are fine," I cooed. "No one is showing

that video to anyone so you are safe. You are one of us and we'll protect
you."

That last bit was pulled 'outta my ass' so to speak. Every

one of my friends up here had their own idea what our relationship was about and
I could hardly speak for any one of them, much less all of us.

"Speak for yourself, Num-nuts; I'm going to sink these

skanks," Rio growled.

"Rio, please," I requested in a calm and tender

voice. She glared back with ill-concealed rage.

"Do you have any idea what these bitches have been

doing to me and the other freshmen?" Rio spat back.

"Only the vaguest. And I am not saying they shouldn't

make amends but there are two things we should consider," I began.

It is a testament to how close Rio and I had grown that she

permitted me to continue talking uninterrupted.

"If we turn them in, we are precisely the type of

people they think we are, immoral degenerates. This is supposed to be fun and
liberating; if we start breaking people because they cut loose, actually
express themselves and have fun, we become what they are and what we despise.
I'll leave first," I told her.

"Also, as strange as it sounds, probably more to you

and me than anyone else on campus, we are Christians," I continued. Rio
scoffed and clearly thought I'd lost my mind, or sold out.

"You don't bend, Rio. You know right and wrong, and

while you often choose wrong, you don't make excuses about it, and I've never
had a better friend because I know you mean what you say and say what you mean,
no matter how cutting," I explained.

"You have clearly lived a socially deprived life, Rio

taunted me, but her words cracked under her emotional turmoil ", if I'm
what you consider to be a good friend, you stupid bitch moron cocksucker."

"Let's put it to a vote," Iona volunteered the

notion.

"I think that's a good idea," Barbie Lynn stated,

with Brandi and Opal agreeing.

"Fine, whatever," grumbled Rio.

"Okay. We are voting on whether or not we use the video

as leverage against Rhaine, Mercy and, I looked to the nameless girl.

"Joy," she provided. "Joy Jefferson."

"Okay, and Joy Jefferson," I finished. "I

vote 'no'."

"I vote 'No'," Barbie Lynn went first, but Iona

was right behind her with the same vote.

"I'm actually with Rio on this one," Brandi said.

"They are trying to get rid of Zane. I vote 'Yes'."

"I vote 'Yes' as well," Opal agreed. "They

shouldn't even be in our dorm or in Zane's room." The most surprised
person in the room was now Rio. She clearly expected all the girls who had
'fallen under my spell' to do what I said, leaving her to be in the too
familiar spot of being the Odd Woman Out.

"I vote 'Yes' for both those reasons," she beamed

hate at Rhaine, "plus I am Evil and I want your parents' heads to explode
when they see you humping a guy in his dorm room while your lesbian buddies
hold him down."

"It is a tie," Iona pointed out. "What do we

do now?"

"It isn't a tie," I countered. "Not every FFU

student has voted."

"Oh, fuck no," Rio snapped. "They don't get a

vote. I'll run and get Cappy and she'll sink their asses."

"Okay," I told her. "I'm sure you can relate

to having your fate boned by forces beyond your control. You go out and get as
many people as you think are necessary to get them expelled and possibly tossed
out by their parents. Take your time; there is nowhere they can run."

Rio got halfway down the stairs before she came storming

back up in a fury that would make a tornado proud.

"Move, Bitch," she screamed at Mercy. I pushed

Mercy out of the way because I knew what was coming while she had no clue. I
scooted to the edge of the bed closest to where Rio was charging. Slap! Oh,
fuck, that hurt.

"You motherfucking, cock-smoking, son of a bitch,"

she seethed. Slap! resounded from my other cheek.

I caught a glimpse of Iona coming to my aid but she was

corralled by Barbie Lynn in time. Opal looked concerned and Brandi was totally
stunned.

"Don't you ever talk to me like that," she

screamed, Slap! "I am not the Better Person. People fuck with me and I
make them burn! Do you hear me?"

"I understand," I responded with quiet, sincere

intensity. Rio hauled off to hit me again and stopped.

"Give them to me, Zane. Don't fight me on this. You'll

be sorry," she threatened.

"I'm doing this because I am your friend, Rio. From

6:00 a.m. on Day One, it has been you and me, and in four years when we earn
our release, it will still be you and me," I related.

"I don't fucking need you or your fucking pity, Shit

For Brains," she growled.

"Did it ever occur to you that I'm doing this for me,

not you?" I explained. "Look around you right now; mostly really
special people but none of them have lost their family and been sent off to
live in exile."

"My family is not dead, Zane," she replied, her

anger misting away like fog before the Sun.

"They may live and breathe but you lost them some time

ago just the same," I prodded her. Rio said nothing for the longest time,
then a lone tear escaped down her cheek.

"Sorry, Bro," she stroked my tenderized cheek.

"I'm seriously awake now, if that's any

consolation," I smirked.

"Smart ass," she chuckled back.

"Are they okay now?" I overheard Brandi asking the

other three girls on my side.

"Oh, they are fine, Brandi," drawled Barbie Lynn.

"They are like feuding twin brother and sister, somewhat incestuous, mind
you, but they are about as close to kin, without being kin, as anyone I've ever
seen, save Christina and Heaven."

"Rio?" I requested once more.

"Fine, the dumb bunnies can vote," she snarled,

"but I am praying to God they screw it up anyway."

"How do you ladies vote?" I looked to Rhaine but

addressed them all.

"Um, 'No'," Rhaine said quietly. When no one said

anything, Joy rapidly agreed. That left everyone looking at Mercy not that her
vote mattered to the final outcome; Rhaine and company were safe by at least
one vote no matter what.

"I," sniff, "okay, yes," gak, "I

mean No!" she corrected, then added, "thank you."

"The Noes have it; the video will be archived, not to

be seen again until my funeral, which might convince Rhaine to let me live in
peace," I teased. The three seniors sighed with relief.

"Now for the punishment," Barbie Lynn pronounced.

"What?" Rhaine blanched. "I thought we

covered that. Are you going back on your word?"

"No," Barbie Lynn smiled. "The video is out

of bounds but there is still the matter of this being my dorm and me finding
you in one of my student's rooms sexually molesting him. Re-read the Handbook
if you doubt me or my authority, Rhaine."

"We were told to be here by Dean Gorman," Rhaine

countered.

"Coach Gorman told you to go into Zane's room, sit on

his lovely piece of male reproductive perfection, and ride it like you were in
the Pony Express?" Barbie smirked. Rhaine, Joy, and Mercy realized that
they had no plausible defense and too many witnesses.

"What about you all being here?" Rhaine reposed desperately.

"We heard his cries for help," Rio beamed. "I

think Zane's cries went something like, 'Help, help, I'm trying to remain pure
but these scantily clad babes are tearing off their clothes and partaking of my
muscular, well-toned man-flesh'."

"But that's a lie," Rhaine wailed.

"Rhaine, we just salvaged your college career, if not

your entire life, and you are worried about Rio's colorful recreation of
events?" I inquired.

"What is the punishment?" I looked to Barbie.

"Spanking," she declared. "Three swats from

each of us should do it - barehanded."

Rhaine, Joy, and Mercy looked unhappy but not horrified.

They looked decidedly less happy when Rio perked up.

Morphing Intentions

"Iona goes first," Rio said gleefully. "And it

has to be on the bare, naked bottom, no panties; three spanks from each of us
on each of you, no more than three minutes between the first and last."

"No way," Rhaine snapped. She moved to the edge of

the bed and stood up.

"Fine. Let's go to Gorman's office right now,"

Barbie Lynn declared. "Zane, you come along as soon as you get dressed.

"I'll do it," Mercy sniffled. "I'll take my

spanking."

"Me too," Joy joined in. Rhaine looked around for

some lifeline but there was none.

"Very well; let's get this over with," Rhaine

conceded. The three girls took off their panties, which probably needed
replacing anyway, turned around, bent over, and put their hands on the bed.

"No, no, no," Rio denounced their efforts.

"All three of you, on the bed, hands and knees with your knees at the
edge." When Rhaine looked ready to object, "You agreed to this,
Ladies. It is this or else!" The Condemned looked at one another, then
slowly obeyed, but Rio wasn't satisfied. She pushed their tushes around and
forced them to spread their legs farther apart and generally harangued them
until she was happy with the arrangements.

It didn't take a 'Doctor Ruth' to figure out what Rio was

really doing but the three victims, plus Brandi and Iona, had no idea what they
were in store for.

"Iona, you first; give them something to remember you

by. I'm next, followed by Barbie Lynn, Brandi, Opal, and Zane bats
clean-up," (snicker) Rio directed.

Barbie Lynn walked down the line, lifting up each skirt onto

their back while I scrambled off to get dressed. (Okay, I walked six feet to my
wardrobe and dresser.) Iona stood somewhat timidly behind Rhaine, took a deep
breath, and, did a rather lukewarm smack. As soon as it fell Iona flinched, and
she looked over to a glaring Rio.

The next smack was hard enough to make Rhaine give a

startled jump but not really cruel. The third, on the other cheek, was about as
forceful. Iona stepped down the line and administered her share of the
punishment. When she shuffled over to Rio, she looked embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, Rio. I'm not sure about all of this. I

don't want to hurt them," she explained.

"It's cool," Rio soothed her. "You did

exactly what I wanted you to do. Now," and whispering followed. Iona
shrugged, raided my towel shelf, and headed downstairs quickly. Now it was
Rio's turn. She walked up behind Rhaine, knelt between her legs, pressing them
apart.

"What the, Rhaine began.

"Shut up and take it!" Rio growled with such

menace that Rhaine turned forward and lowered her head in shame. When Rio
placed a hand against Rhaine's rump, it wasn't in anger, though, but to rub it
softly.

"Very soft," Rio purred sensually. "Did Iona

hurt you?"

"Ah, not too bad," Rhaine stammered, confused by

Rio's sudden affection.

"I see a handprint," Rio told her. She was seeing

something the rest of us were missing was all I could think. She leaned in and
kissed that invisible mark, which caused more of a reaction than any of Iona's
slaps.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Rhaine squawked. Slap!

"Ow!" cried Rhaine. She tried to pull away but Rio grabbed her hips
with two hands and pulled back.

"You agreed to this," Rio threatened her. Rhaine

shuddered but she stopped trying to escape. "Are you going to behave so we
can get this over with or do we need to make up an excuse for why we missed breakfast?"

"Fine, fine, let's get this over with," Rhaine

said dejectedly.

"Good girl," Rio cooed. She began massaging

Rhaine's right ass cheek with one hand while holding tight with her left hand
on Rhaine's left hip. Rio placed a kiss on the cleft between the thigh and ass;
Rhaine gave a tiny gasp, twitched, and tried to incrementally pull away.

Rio was having none of that.

"Bad girl," she murmured, but there was no slap

this time. Instead, she slithered between Rhaine and Joy and whispered into
Rhaine's ear. "Would you please get on your elbows, Sweet Rhaine?"

I'd have bet money that Rhaine would have shot off her mouth

if not physically resisted, but Rio was Mistress of the Moment and Rhaine
meekly complied. Rio was so dominant, she even kissed Rhaine's ear and nipped
the earlobe before resuming her station at Rhaine's posterior.

"Is this punishment?" Brandi whispered.

"Just you wait and see, Brandi," was my reply. Rio

reached out with her hands, separated her ass cheeks, and soaked in the view.
Right when Rhaine started to look underneath herself, Rio pushed her face into
her cunt and made a loud sucking sound.

"Ah!" Rhaine gasped, startled yet aroused.

"Umm," Rio slurped, as she rubbed her face deep into

Rhaine's Love box. I recognized the tongue technique of darting deep into the
cunt, alternating with a vigorous suction of the clitoris. Instead of trying to
get away, Rhaine went from resting on her elbows down to her chest touching the
bed, her arms crossed, and her head resting on them. Slap!

"Ow!" Rhaine whined, "That hurt." Rio

was too busy giving Rhaine's cunt a world class swirly so it fell to Barbie
Lynn to explain.

"That's why it is called punishment, Rhaine," she

said, but Rhaine was already moaning in ecstasy. A thin sheen of sweat had just
started covering Rhaine's exposed flesh when Iona returned with a wicker basket
full of wet cloths.

I was buttoning my shirt and enjoying the show when I caught

Joy and Mercy studying Rhaine with some concern and exchanging worried glances
with one another. Rio seriously worked over Rhaine's cunt for another minute,
then launched one more stinging slap. This time Rhaine screamed into her arm
instead of out loud and didn't protest.

Rio stood up and kissed the small of Rhaine's back.

"You have one hot cunt, Bitch. I look forward to

tearing another piece of you off later," Rio told her, voice heavy with
heated passion. "Iona, towel." Iona tossed her a towel; Rio caught it
one handed and used it to wipe off her face. She smiled at Barbie as the blonde
came up and knelt behind Rhaine.

Barbie Lynn's first spank was hardly brutal but it did get

Rhaine's attention. She then began kissing each cheek as her hands parted the
Senior Class President's (presumptive) ass cheeks. Her attentions wandered
between the twin sets of firm muscle, her tongue flicking along Rhaine's pink,
puckered star.

"Gak!" Rhaine gasped. She followed it up with a

serious tremor throughout her body. Barbie Lynn glanced over to me, gave me a
devilish grin, and flexed her eyebrows in sheer delight. Barbie returned to
Rhaine's rump and set to work using her extensive skills on her cunt, parting
her lips with the fingers of one hand, pinching her clit between the thumb and
forefingers of the other hand, and licking along her entire slit with her
tongue.

Between Joy's thighs, Rio was putting on a performance that

would make Jenna Jameson proud, maybe even envious. Apparently her teenage
exploration of the Arizona nightlife had not been the waste of time her parents
thought it was. I doubt it mattered to Joy, who was already pushing her ass
against Rio's face. On this victim, instead of spanking, Rio was biting her ass
hard enough to leave marks and make Joy squeal.

Two minutes into this round, Rhaine lost it and squirted all

over Barbie Lynn's face. This was apparently her first squirter because Barbie
tried to back away from the eruption, which only guaranteed that it splashed
all over her body from eyebrows to both bodacious breasts.

"Rhaine," Barbie Lynn scolded her fellow senior,

"you could have warned me."

Rhaine didn't respond; her face nestled down on her arms and

her whole body wracked with waves of orgasmic bliss and her lungs fighting for
air - she was in no state to respond. As Barbie stripped off her shirt, I gave
her a washcloth and one of my white shirts. I tossed Rio her second cloth of
the morning and motioned Brandi forward.

"She's, she's still having her orgasm," Brandi

questioned.

"That's why this is called punishment," I

explained with a knowing smile. Brandi opened her mouth in surprise, followed
by understanding, and then a race to get between Rhaine's legs and take her
first lick of Rhaine's quivering quim.

"Ah, ah, ah,  Barbie Lynn, I've, Rhaine finally

articulated ", never done that before, I swear. I am sorry." That was
all she could muster; right after that, her fists crumpled up the quilt on my
bed and she bit down on the folds in an attempt to stifle the increasingly
slutty moans Brandi was bringing forth.

Barbie Lynn decided not to put on my shirt, maybe not

comprehending that her lacy beige bra had been rendered virtually transparent
by Rhaine's ejaculate. Besides myself, Opal was also fixated on the view of her
pendulous orbs and gorgeous engorged nipples. The blonde took a different
approach with Joy. She lifted up the girl's hips, elevated her to the point
Barbie could lick her from pubic mound to ass and back again.

I knew Barbie Lynn was strong, but I'd never exploited that

quality in that manner. I made a note for experimentation tomorrow night.

"No, no, no, no," Joy repeated in a desperate

effort to fight off the sensations that were pulsating in an irresistible
current surging up from the wellspring of her womanhood. "I can't do
this," she sobbed. "Lord, please save me."

I hurried around the bed and slid beside Joy's head. I took

her by the chin and made eye contact.

"Joy, if you really want this to stop, it will end

right now," I promised her, though I was sure I was getting a dirty, if
unseen, glare from Rio. "You gave your word but if you honestly believe
you have been punished enough, take my hand and I'll escort you out of
here."

I offered my hand to her and she stared at it.

"Get me out of here," she panted, tears trickling

down her cheeks and gathering at her chin.

"No, you get yourself out of here. Give up and agree to

leave Mercy and Rhaine to take the punishment you agreed to."

"Take my hand, abandon them, and I'll clean you up and

escort you back to the fifth floor. That will be the end of it and nothing more
will be said," I defined my terms. Barbie Lynn was still going to town on
Joy's clit and the poor victim so desperately wanted to escape her nearly
impossible battle with her own incendiary sexuality, which was no longer
begging for release but tearing its prison down brick by brick.

Joy almost reached my hand but fell short at the last

moment.

"God forgive me," she wept. He breathing began

spiraling out of control. "Ugh, ugh, ugh, oh, please, stop, I beg, beg
you." Divine intervention or not, Barbie Lynn's session ended and Joy was
given breathing room. She even had a moment to look up at me and give a weak
smile as if she had gained some small triumph.

Her self-deception was made evident to her the moment Brandi

exploded onto her scene. What the girl lacked in technique and experience, she
more than compensated with raw, hungry enthusiasm. Joy's eyes grew as wide as
limpid saucers, "Oh, No!" she wailed. Gurgling came next, and
finally, "This can't be happening. God Forgive Me!" and what may have
been her first sexual climax.

She did grab my hands then and pulled them to her. Her face

was slack, her mouth open and panting, and her eyes had this far-off look, so I
lowered my lips to her face and licked her lips before settling my lips on hers
and basically coaxing her tongue as it struggled to deal with several more
waves of orgasm. I kept her kiss going with the occasional rest break so she
could continue to breath.

"Thank you," she whispered to me as she started to

stabilize.

"We FFU have to stick together," I both reminded

her and boggled her shaken mind at the same time. Half an hour ago she had no
doubt I didn't belong here and wasn't really FFU material, male and immoral. In
her regard for me, I could see her blind acceptance of traditional FFU dogma
weakening.

"I've got to go now; it is almost my time to start

punishing Rhaine," I softly informed Joy. Her hormone-trampled mind
struggled to grasp that she was halfway through her torture. Brandi would
finish soon, then it would be Opal, and then it would me, a male; me, face
first at the gateway to her sacred womb.

Her virginity would be spared from extinction by my will

alone and I could tell that scared the hell out of her. She'd been chosen for
her belief that Zane was a corrupter and that extraordinary measures were
necessary to drive him out, no matter how sinful they may appear, and now she
was face down and bare ass up, surrounded in his room by him and his friends.
The most terrifying thing of all may well have been that we had made her feel
more like a woman than she'd ever felt before.

Where Rhaine had divorced her feelings and pleasure from her

grasp of reality, and Joy was beating herself up every step of the way, Mercy
had completely submerged herself in the transformation her body was going
through. Mercy had already experienced one orgasm and come crashing down into
doubt and self-loathing, only to be shown that her life wasn't over and no one
thought the worst of her for actually enjoying sex.

She didn't feel like a tramp or a slut; she felt alive and

burning bright, so when Rio gave her that first hard spank, she'd moaned
instead of crying out, and when the 'felon' gave her first few licks, Mercy
reached under her body with one arm and started rubbing her slit in tandem with
Rio's face dance. Even Rio's snicker didn't dampen her ardor, and when Rio took
Mercy's hand and pushed two of Mercy's fingers deep in, Mercy thrust back with
her hips so that her fingers touched her hymen.

When Rio pulled Mercy's hand out of her twat, Mercy

whimpered in need, but when she felt her fingers go into a different damp, warm
orifice, she stopped, and when Rio's mouth started sucking the juices off of
those fingers and twirling her tongue around each individual digit, Mercy
couldn't help herself from wiggling her hips like a bitch in heat.

With the fingers clean, Rio inserted them, along with two of

her own fingers, back into Mercy's cunt, extremely stretching it out. Rio then
came around the far side of Mercy, away from the others, and whispered into her
ear. Later she related what was said:

"You like that don't you?" Rio teased. Mercy

nodded vigorously. "Come to Zane's room tonight and I'll fuck you all
night long. You'll be my bitch. Do you understand that?" Another vigorous
nod. "I've got to leave you soon to these other girls and Zane, but don't
you forget you are mine now; my property, my mate. Don't make me hunt you down
and put my brand on your ass, clear?" One final, excited nod.

I live in Crazy Town. On par with that information was the

fact that I had promised the night to Heaven and I had no clue how in the hell
that was going to work out. My bed barely held three people, four was asking
too much. If you made one of those people Heaven with her secret, the term
'impossible' came to mind.

At the start of the line, Opal met Rhaine. She landed two

very loud, wet smacks on Rhaine's behind, causing the senior to rock forward.
Having gotten most of the 'cover story' (the spanking) out of the way, Opal
rolled Rhaine onto her back with only the weakest of protests. She started a
few gentle teases and kisses with her lips to Rhaine's cunt while Rhaine's legs
dangled off the floor.

Once she got Rhaine back into an erotic state, Opal began

lifting Rhaine's thighs up and out until she'd pushed Rhaine's knees almost
back to her breasts and feeding like a ravenous succubus on every inch of
thigh, cunt, ass, and stomach. Opal hadn't been gentle with Brandi, but she'd
been absolutely gentle, kind, and caring compared to the treatment Rhaine was
getting.

Rhaine held it in as long as possible but when she cut

loose, she cut loose in a big way. Her fists pounded the bed repeatedly, her
head swept back and forth, and her lower torso kept thrusting off the bed and
into Opal's mouth, lips, and tongue.

"Damn!" she screamed through clenched teeth as her

body expended one last spasm.

Opal succeeded in catching most of Rhaine's fluid eruption,

rolled the heavily panting Rhaine to one side, and administered the proscribed
last spank.

"You're up, Zane," she winked with a smile, before

cleaning her face and moving on to the nearly as devastated Joy. I settled
between Rhaine's legs and began administering kisses.

"Please, Zane," she begged, "it hurts. I'm so

sore. Please just spank me."

"Sorry, I can't do that," I told her sternly.

Rhaine closed her eyes and muttered some kind of prayer, though she made no
attempt to shield her body from me. I doubt she even knew I was lying beside
her until my first kiss played upon her eyelids.

"You are not going to, to me?" she inquired with a

desperate hope.

"No. I'm going to spank you so hard you can't sit for a

week," I threatened, "unless I forget my three-minute time limit. I
can't imagine what would possibly distract me, though." It took Rhaine's
sexually fatigued mind a moment to catch on but when she did, she clasped her
hands on either side of my face and kissed me with an inspired intensity.

I let my fingers play along her breastbone and stroke her

breasts through her shirt and bra. About a minute into this little game, I
discovered Rio leaning over us, clearing her throat.

"This monster made us jump out a second-story

window," she stared intently. Fear crept back into Rhaine's eyes as she
glanced from Rio to me.

"I am biting her tongue, I promise," I grinned.

"I'm not joking, Zane," Rio warned me.

"Fine," I groaned. "Rhaine, roll toward

me," I instructed, as I propped myself up, and she reluctantly rolled
toward me. I put a hand on her hip, hiked up her skirt and rolled her farther
to me until I got a good look at her rump.

"Rio, take a look at this, please," I motioned to

Rhaine's ass. Rhaine blushed and lowered her head. I doubt having her ass naked
and on display on my bed was what she intended or even imagined possible when
she got up this morning. I ran a hand along her spine to the cleft between her
cheeks and squeezed the upper one tightly.

"This is a thing of beauty," I told Rio, but

clearly wanting Rhaine thinking about what was being said. Rio knew me too well
to think I'd turn that ass cheek red so she took the other path. Rio reached
out and stroked it too.

"Okay, Zane; it is damn sexy," Rio acknowledged

grudgingly.

I took Rhaine's hand in my own and placed it on her side,

just below the ribs, and led it in a wandering trip to her lower back, then to
the cheek I'd displayed to Rio.

"See, Rhaine, you have a fantastic ass. God knew what

he was doing when he made you," I told her. "It is a pity we can't
see you in shorts or a bikini from time to time."

"That is sinful and leads men into the Sin of

Lust," Rhaine said with absolute conviction. "This is the work of the
Devil, not God." Rio ground her teeth but I grinned.

"Did God create the male peacock?" I questioned,

while I kept hold of Rhaine's hand and stroking her ass from tailbone to the
dip into the bottom of her sopping wet cunt.

"Yes," she cautiously replied, her breath coming

faster and faster.

"Yet we don't run around putting them in garbage bags

because they are enticing to the eye," I reasoned. "You make it sound
like it isn't a man's fault that he can't control his own impulses, even though
he is supposed to lead his household."

"God made you beautiful and he made me with will enough

to look at you and respect any decision you make about your body," I
hammered away. "I'm not going to say I don't want to have sex with you
because that would be a lie, but the important thing to me is that you took a
Purity Pledge and I have to respect that."

Rhaine had nothing to say at that moment. I was clearly a

randy bastard who preyed upon good Christian girls and tricked them into
surrendering to my dark desires.

"You are trying to trick me," she panted, while I

leaned in and kissed her neck and ear.

"Rhaine, I've been trying to avoid you since we first

met. You are the one who cornered me in my dorm," I pointed out. "You
came into my room when you knew I was either naked or getting dressed. You
chose to crawl onto my bed when I was sitting down, meditating and clearly
naked. I was hoping my blatant sexuality would make you leave me alone, not
attack me."

"Don't blame Rhaine," Rio joked to me. "Rhaine,

Zane's like sex candy," she directed to Rhaine. "You won't be the
first bunch of Christian bitches we've had to rescue Zane from. It is not his
fault; it is ours. He's masculine, kind, and available. You know that he has
been in three fights since coming here; right?"

"Uh, uh, uh, yes," Rhaine panted. "It makes

him dangerous, he's a man."

"Really?" Rio chortled. "Two of those fights

were to save me from you ladies, and he stopped fighting the moment I was safe.
The third fight was caused because two of our girls were being set upon by
those University guys and Zane put his body in the way, they hit him
first."

"I, is this true?" she said with a heavy breath.

"Ask Mercy to tell you the truth, not what they've told

her to say. Ask Cappadocia about that first fight and the fight off campus. You
may not like Iona but she wouldn't lie to you and she knows how that second
fight started," Rio sounded so reasonable.

I slowly rolled over onto Rhaine while I kissed her neck and

shoulders.

"Ah, ew, yes," Rhaine cooed passionately.

"Tricking me," she sighed but that didn't stop her from slowly moving
her arms and legs around me.

"Do you want to be on top?" I whispered to Rhaine.

"I, uh," she stammered, then nodded. We rolled to

the very foot of the bed and started a serious make-out session. I began
rubbing down her mid- and lower back for a bit before moving to her ass cheeks
and giving them a firm squeeze.

"That doesn't hurt too much, does it?" I asked

compassionately.

"Umm, no, feels good," she managed to get out

between kisses.

"Okay," Rio smirked as she tapped Rhaine's

shoulder. "Tap out; your time is up. Now get off my bitch (meaning me).
He's got two more of you to go through before we can leave."

"Huh? What?" Rhaine sounded confused, then,

"it's over?" Her eyes betrayed how little she wanted this to stop
right now.

"Good," Rhaine sighed sadly. She began sliding

down my body. When she saw that I was rising slower than she was receding,
Rhaine waited until our lips met before continuing. We remained lip-locked
until we stood up, my hands cupping her ass (now covered by her skirt once
more) and her arms wrapped around my neck.

"Have you learned your lesson?" I inquired when we

finally came up for air. Rhaine looked at me for several seconds, unsure what
to say.

"Joy's waiting," Barbie Lynn reminded us both.

Rhaine let her hands drop to her sides and stepped back. Barbie Lynn pressed
something into her hands which turned out to be a fresh pair of panties.
"I doubt you want to put on your old pair," Barbie Lynn pointed out,
"and these are fresh out of the bag."

"Thank you, Barbie Lynn," Rhaine said with

embarrassment.

"Here is a washcloth," Iona added as she handed

one over.

"You can go behind my wardrobe to change," I

offered. The thought of any of the girls going behind a veil to avoid exposing
themselves as they cleaned up and put on underwear might appear pointless, but
after everything those three had gone through, handing them back a piece of
their dignity was a kindness we could all afford.

Rhaine disappeared from sight and I turned to Joy. Opal was

still giving her a seriously hard time despite the time limit expiring and gave
me a wink as she went to displace Brandi on Mercy. I put a knee on the bed and
lifted Joy up. She squealed but didn't squirm and I carefully maneuvered her
onto her feet.

I held her tight while she reoriented.

"Are you okay?" I voiced my concern. Joy gave a

brief nod. "Are you ready for your last punishment?" Joy looked me in
the eyes, then gave the tiniest acknowledgement. "Now stand on your
tiptoes, put one hand around my neck, and use the other to hold up the back of
your skirt while you press tightly against me."

When she had done as I directed, I looked deep into her

eyes. I spanked her cheeks, left-right-left, drawing forth a sharp breath,
gritted teeth, and tears brimming in her eyes. I had not been gentle but
sometimes a person needs punishment to forgive themselves for feeling good
about something they've been told is wrong. That was the pop psychology I was
running on at the moment. If I got it wrong, forgive me; I'm only eighteen.

No sooner had Barbie Lynn and Iona supplied Joy with her

parting gifts did Mercy howl. Her further outbursts were muted by her grabbing
my much abused pillow and using it as a muzzle. Her body tensing and recoiling
time and again was both frightening and erotic combined, and I was suddenly
trying to remember if anyone close by knew CPR.

Opal fell back on her ass and looked at the rest of us.

"That was wild," she smiled, and licked her lips,

"but I think I need to go change."

I helped Opal stand and we exchanged a rich yet messy,

sticky kiss.

"Best intervention ever," Opal joked with me, then

skipped off down the stairs. I turned to Mercy and plopped down beside her. A
quick examination showed a sweaty, tired young lady with a sensual smile on her
lips.

"I think she's had enough, but" , I swatted her

ass lightly three times and stood up. "Breakfast anyone?"

Dorm Life, Heaven, and Mercy too.

We were late heading out of the dorm so, under Rhaine's

watchful control, the group jogged toward the dining hall. As we made the final
approach, Rhaine grabbed my arm. Rhaine, Joy, Mercy and I slowed down while the
rest headed in ahead of us.

"What are we going to say?" Rhaine hissed in a

panicky voice.

"I was childish, blocked the door, and you caught me

sneaking down a fire escape," I suggested.

"You will get in trouble," Rhaine said with utter

confusion.

"I can take it better than you can," I related.

"I don't understand. Why are you, all of you, doing this

for us?" Joy asked.

"Because," I snorted, "we are the good

guys." They clearly thought I was a nut but going inside cut off the
conversation. "Besides, I need to do something that's going to be rough on
both of us."

The Smartest Girl on Campus

Looking back on things, that first Monday when it was only

Rio and I realizing what I was became the only time I entered the Dining Hall
or Assembly without being noticed. First I had been a novelty, now I was the
freakish center of the storm. I sort of held my reactions in reverse; the
hateful looks my enemies gave me made me laugh while the hopeful looks my
allies gave me scared the hell out of me.

I was dwelling on that quirk in my nature when I reached the

spot my gang was sitting; we had our own location and the majority of the
school had given it their blessing. Weird? Only the Class Presidents had their
own preordained spots. Speaking of which,

"Hey, Jungle Boy," Rio teased in such a dangerous

way that I felt my balls crawl up into my body. "Iona nominated you for
Freshman Class President."

"Ha, ha, ha," I joked dryly, then looked to Iona.

She couldn't meet my gaze. "Iona, why? Why didn't you

at least ask me first?"

"I knew you would say 'no'," she replied softly,

then she looked up with more determination, "but I know you would be a
great Class President."

"Don't sweat it, Zane," Rio chuckled. "You

need fifty signatures to be on the ballet."

"He has seventy-two," Iona informed us.

"Gak! How long have I been out there?" I gasped.

"Nine minutes," Iona smirked bashfully. I looked

around the room, humbled and disturbed. You have to remember that there weren't
250 freshmen and nearly one-third had decided that I should lead them; the
faculty must be having kittens. I was thinking that over when a previous bit of
theater came back to bite me in the ass. A girl I vaguely knew, Arielle, a
fellow freshman, put her hand on my shoulder and waited.

It took me a second to clue in but thankfully she and the

others were patient. I put my hand on top of hers.

"Thank you," I told her. She smiled and moved

away, immediately replaced by another freshman. Over 80 freshmen followed and I
could feel the disgust emanating from the head table were Chancellor Bazz sat.

Friends like Brandi and Dove came over to congratulate me on

my nomination but I realized my more savvy friends stayed away. They knew the
struggle I was in for and the very real possibility that even if I was elected,
Chancellor Bazz would simply kick me out. I'd be going to them for advice and
counsel. I guess I might actually have to ask Iona who the Sophomore and Junior
Class Presidents were. In fact,

"Iona, who are the other Class Presidents?" I

inquired.

"They would be those haughty bitches in pleated

skirts," Rio interrupted.

"Funny like a crutch," I replied snidely.

"Besides, that describes about half the girls here."

"These would be the ones avoiding you like the

plague," Rio snickered.

"Here you go," Iona intervened, showing me two

pictures on her phone. "Besides, you aren't that alone; the Science Club
and Botany Club both support you."

"Whoop-de-do," Rio huffed. "What are they

going to do? Send nasty e-mails and throw clods of dirt on our opponents?"

"Could I meet with them?" I asked Iona, ignoring

Rio's snide asides.

"They've both agreed to help with your Solarium,"

Iona shot a 'that will show you' to Rio, "and you already know the head of
the Science Club but I can set up a meeting if you like."

"Make it so," I commanded loftily.

"Zane, if you become Class President Iona will be your

Personal Assistant, but what does that make me?" Rio inquired.

"My House Assassin," I suggested. Rio seemed to

like the idea, it fit with her violent tendencies, but she wanted an
explanation. "You are almost always underestimated, and like me, you have
nothing to lose."

"House Assassin," Rio mulled it over. "Okay,

but I prefer the title 'Ninja Reaper Angel'."

Rio and I exchanged looks; hers mischievous and mine one of

amusement.

"N R A" I questioned her. "Seriously?"

"Well, I like it," Iona interjected.

"Wait! Wait!" Rio exclaimed. "Ninja Stripper

Angel, I could be the NSA!"

"How about Ninja Urban Temptress?" I suggested.

"Hardy har har," Rio snickered, then stuck out her

tongue.

"On that note," sounded an exasperated Iona,

"let's go to class. Hanging out with you two is lowering my IQ." Rio
and I shared an awestruck look.

"Did our little girl just make a funny?" Rio

wondered.

"They grow up so fast these days. I blame the

internet," I responded. Iona hit me before taking her tray and standing
up.

"Ow! Why didn't you hit Rio?" I questioned.

"She's incorrigible, Zane, but I expect better from

you," the little raven haired beauty lectured me, but with a compassionate
smile. I looked to Rio but she stuck out her tongue again and left as well.

I was still dealing. I had joined with Elizabeth (a neutral

in the power struggles going on) for my Handmaiden's Duty, which turned out to
be a question-and-answer session on the Bible.

Though I have had numerous sexual misadventures, I can't

forget that this is a Christian institution of higher learning and people like
Elizabeth treat it as such. I was sure she knew about me and the duties I had
performed previously but she felt she was doing her duty as a senior classman
to educate me. I didn't mind in the slightest; if I said I didn't know, she'd enlighten
me and move on.

Now I know I'm not the brightest guy on campus but I was

quick enough to realize that someone had hacked my phone and switched up things
on my calendar. Somehow Cordelia Dresden had appeared as my next 'mistress,'
replacing Odell Bergdorf who had been moved to Friday morning. I really needed
to talk to Iona about this. Now I had to figure out who Cordelia was.

I stepped out to see Ms. Brunette smiling at me and I gladly

smiled back.

"Hey, Zane," she beamed.

"Hey, Ms. Brunette," I joked. I had never gotten

my very first Mistress's name but I thought she was pretty fun. She was looking
at me expectantly.

"I would really like to do, whatever, with you but

someone's screwed up my schedule and now I have to find someone named Cordelia
Dresden," I told her as I motioned us outside.

"Wouldn't you rather spend time with me?" she

asked hopefully.

"Yes, absolutely, but that wouldn't be fair to

Cordelia, or true to our school traditions," I sighed. Ms. Brunette tilted
her head a bit and seemed to be assessing me.

"Zane, I'm Cordelia Dresden," she teased me with a

smug smirk.

"Great!" I exhaled. "What did you want me to

do for you today?"

"I'm not sure; you are the one who wanted to talk to

me," she taunted.

"I, what, you are the Head of the Science Club?" I

groaned.

"What," she giggled, "I'm not geeky-enough? I

apologize, but I had my braces off my senior year in high school and laser eye
surgery last summer."

"That's not fair," I protested. "I was thrown

off by your lack of a hunchback and your excellent bathing habits. Besides,
where is your pack of nerds speaking in techno-babble? I cry foul."

"Fair enough," she giggled, "I admit to my

clever obfuscations. You've nailed me; I'm helpless and at your mercy,"
she bit her pinky finger and batted her eyelashes at me.

"Are you going to think less of me if I break down and

cry in frustration now?" I sobbed.

"I don't know," she jibed, "if I say 'no'

will you invite me to your place tonight?"

"Tonight is really not good," I groaned.

"Could we make plans for next week?"

"Oh, come on, I'll make sure you don't regret it. Let

me come by tonight, around seven," she faux-pleaded. My look went from
regretful to peeved.

"Okay, you can stop making me look stupid, please. I

get it; you are much smarter than I am," I conceded. Of course, in the
process of getting my Solarium prepped for habitation I would have to get the
electrical systems fixed up so Iona had enlisted the Science Club.

"I'll forgive you if you kiss me," Cordelia

grinned. Since our first kiss had been pretty intense, I was going to have to
really work on it to make this one even better. Our book bags slipped to the
ground, which was the signal for every girl in the vicinity to slow down or
even stop so they could see what was developing.

Last time I had kept the kiss to her lips; this time,

everything above the waist became fair game and as I cradled her back and laid
her out before me in my arms. I took to her chin, then her neck, the top of her
sternum, then center of each breast. I let my kisses step down to the top of
her skirt, then I reversed course until I reached her lips. We exchanged a long
look, then I went in for her tongue and lips.

"Mr. Braxton!" snapped a female voice of authority

I didn't know, and for a moment I thought me and Ms. Dresden were about to get
schooled in the worst possible way. Cordelia rolled her head back so that she
was seeing the world upside down while I looked right at a teacher I didn't
recognize.

She looked to be late 30s, early 40s, dark blonde hair, sort

of tastefully moderate upstairs with slightly larger hips that spoke of
childbirth and some maturity. Who she was and what she taught, a total mystery.

"Mr. Braxton," she repeated, but now a hint of

mischievousness snuck into her 'Voice from on High' tone, "hands above the
clothing at all times."

"But, I started to plead.

"Doctor Topaz Larson, Language Studies," she

informed me.

"But Doctor Larson, the other girls don't have

to." I tried and failed to keep the humor from my plea.

"That's because they are girls, Mr. Braxton," she

smirked, before taking a half-turn and walking ahead of us to lunch.

"I think I'm in love," I sighed.

"With me?" Ms. Dresden giggled a third time. I was

still dipping her, after all.

"We'll see," I responded in a husky, passionate

voice, "but right now I'm in love with fighting the system," and I
went back to kissing her.

Before I entered the Dining Hall for lunch I asked Cordelia

to do me a favor and let her get inside ahead of me. I wanted to give Rhaine a warning
that something bad was coming though I didn't supply the details. As I made my
entrance, I made sure that the spare key was with me. I retrieved my meal and
joined my crew plus Cappy, Opal, and Brandi.

"Excuse me," I shouted as I stood on my seat and

waved my arms around. "Excuse me, I waited for something akin to silence.
"I found a brand new spare key to my room outside my door this
morning." There was some murmuring at this piece of news.
"Apparently, every freshman has been issued one. So would each of you
please check to see if yours is missing; I'll return it. Thank you."

The quiet discussions around the hall picked up as the

implications of what I had said sunk in. Here was an opportunity for every
freshman to get access to my room but also the implication that some of them
had been left out. Before any student could make up their minds, Ms. Marlowe
came storming up to me. I already knew her angle; it was what I would have
done.

"You need Administration permission to make a copy of

any campus key," she stated. "Now give it to me," she demanded.

"I can't do that," I countered. "I know you

aren't a freshman and only Chancellor Bazz can assign a new one."

"Do I need to call Coach Gorman over?" she

threatened me.

"What is she going to do, beat me up some more?

Christians don't live in fear, Ms. Marlowe, they bleed for their beliefs,"
I taunted her. Ms. Marlowe ground her fingers into her palms but at the same
time, Christina appeared beside us and extended her hand, palm up.

"Give me the key, Zane," Christina demanded. I

didn't hesitate for a second to hand it over.

"Here you go, Ms. Marlowe," Christina stated.

"Make sure you give it to whoever sent some girl to sneak into Zane's
room. I have no idea why anyone in authority would want to sneak a woman into a
man's room but I am sure they do." Ms. Marlowe angrily grabbed the key.

"I hope this resolves the matter," Christina

continued, then, "Zane, you can sit down. I'll deal with this
matter."

"Of course," I responded. With a slight bow of the

head I turned and resumed my seat.

"Boy, that was humiliating," Rio joked.

"Yeah, I think I did pretty well this time

around," I agreed.

"No, dumbass, I was thinking how humiliating it is that

you lied to the freshman class, telling them they all had keys to your room,"
Rio pointed out.

"Oh, ye of little faith," I grinned

conspiratorially to Iona, who blushed and kept working on her phone.

"Oh, you two little bastards," Rio growled

playfully. "Come on, tell me!"

"It was all Zane's idea," Iona whispered. "I

thought it was stupid at first, but now I think it is pure genius. He is not
only going to change the lock on Saturday, he's changing the whole door into a
keypad locked steel door. Everyone has individual combinations for it, which
can be blocked as needed."

Rio stared at us for over a minute.

"You will, of course, give me that neat little ability;

right?" she threatened. "I've got such great plans for my little
playmates in Zane's Xanadu."

"Sisters to the end," I told Rio, then we bumped

fists. I opted to hug Iona instead.

Zoning Xanadu

It was ten until 7:00 and Rio and I were vaulting out of my

car and speeding to the dorm when Coach Dana Gorman stepped out of the shadows
to block our progress.

"Stop where you are and let's keep this simple,"

Dana announced.

"We'll use small words so you can keep up," Rio

taunted the woman, but Dana merely smirked. Dana had zero respect for my
friend.

"Let's see your bags," Dana ordered. On campus,

civil rights did not apply.

"Jahwohl ein Gruppenfuhrer!" Rio gave the Nazi

salute while I groaned.

"Cut it out, Rio," I interjected before Dana could

respond, "she's only doing her job."

"Yes, but her job is to drive a spike through my

frontal lobe and cut off your nuts," Rio retorted.

We still handed our book bags over, then spilled out the

contents of my pockets (Rio had to spill her purse, small as it was). Dana
found nothing, of course.

"I imagine we should search the car next, unless you

care to tell me where you put the contents of your latest run," Dana
continued.

"I've already smuggled it onto campus, Coach," I

stated evenly. "This was more of an operation to draw your person on the
inside out, and I'd say it worked very well."

"Then we go search your room," Dana grumbled. Rio

snickered, which made the Coach growl at her.

"Seriously, if you were running an operation like this,

would you store it at your base camp?" I asked Dana. She didn't visually
react but I could see I'd made my point. "You have been given bad
intelligence by the Chancellor. You spent ten years in the Marine Corps,
including two years in Marine Recon, while I'm an eighteen-year-old kid.
Neither one of us believes I'm keeping one step ahead of you on my wits
alone."

"You have to get it right every time while I need to

get lucky only once," Gorman pointed out.

"Or you screw up one too many times and your skanky ass

gets fired," Rio sneered. "I'm sure you'd do gang-busters as a
cross-walk guard or a corrections officer."

"I don't want to see you fired, Coach; the girls on the

teams like you. You do a really good job and you care about this place. I know
you think I don't belong but that is really the only problem we share and I can
live with that."

"Take your crap and go," Dana told us in a cold,

even voice. As we did so and walked past, without turning to me she asked,
"Where did you get the key?"

"Rhaine. The Chancellor gave it to her. She didn't tell

me but I know it was her," I replied.

"How did you know it wasn't me?" the Coach

wondered.

"Dana, you are head of Security here; you would never

risk distributing keys to my room. You are all about containing me and if
Christina couldn't keep me in check, I know you would have zip faith in Rhaine
doing so. I respect you enough to know that," I explained.

"Very well. But next time a key shows up, bring it to

me," she ordered.

"I can't do that, Coach; we are at war and I owe it to

my allies to win. I'm sure you can understand that," I told her.

"We are not at war, Mr. Braxton. Don't exaggerate the

situation," she shot back.

"The second you told Cappy it was okay to beat up Rio

in the hallway, it has been war. It is not our fault your side has been too
stupid to understand that," I growled back.

The Coach didn't respond but headed her way while Rio and I

headed ours.

"Burning Bitch Flesh," Rio gloated, "smells like

victory!" As we stepped into the elevator she asked, "Did you really
know it was war from that first day?"

"You and I, Rio, until the bitter end; I wasn't going

to leave you and I don't give up gracefully, so beating them was my only other
alternative," I pledged.

To be continued in part 8, By FinalStand for Literotica.

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