What Kind of Citation?
In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.
“The world is a dirty place; from its darkest hole to the most beautiful idea”
We were still in that moment when the sirens came on behind us. Two run-ins with the law weren't doing my academic future any favors.
"Oh, crap," Heaven muttered. "What are you going to do?"
"Stop and see if I can bullshit my way out of a ticket," I responded hopefully. I was going for the 'honest officer, I was only trying to get a little action with my girl here' defense.
I pulled over into the driveway of an abandoned house and waited for the inevitable. I found Heaven looking at me somewhat fearfully; then it dawned on me that she'd never faced the police in an adversarial role before, such was her privileged lifestyle.
When the officer, a city cop, got out of the car I did a double take; it was a woman. Going for the 'kicking boots with the girl' defense was gone and since I was with a woman it was not likely I could do a 'lone, lost puppy' plan either."Zane?" Heaven whispered. "Are we going to , "
"I'll think of something, Heaven. I'll keep you out of it," I promised, but that was all I had time for.
"License and registration," the officer told me. I handed them over quickly and tried to smile at her. "Hi, Officer Campbell," I greeted her, taking her name from her uniform.
She looked over my cards then leaned into the window.
"Do you have any ID, Miss?" she asked Heaven. Heaven scrambled to pull out her FFU ID because that was all she had, she didn't know how to drive. The officer looked it over then handed it back to me.
"So what's going on here?" she questioned us.
"We are out on a date," I responded.
"In all my years here I've never seen an FFU girl out on a date," the officer replied skeptically.
"Well, it couldn't be all that many years," I quipped immediately which caused the woman to stare at me. "Because you look so young," I stumbled along. She stepped away from the door after a moment to mull over what I'd said.
"Step out of the car," she commanded. I thought about protesting but that really was counter-productive.
"Turn around and put your hands on the roof of the car," she said next. As soon as I complied she began a serious pat down, starting from my wrists, going down my arms, my collar, and then down my body.
She skipped my groin, which I and my fear-hardened cock were grateful for.
When she finished doing both legs she ran one hand up my ass and the other around my front to take hold of my cock.
"Planning to give that tight little FFU cunt a work out, were you?" she whispered into my ear. If only she knew.
"That was something I had considered," I confessed.
"I'm afraid I can't let that happen," she told me. And then louder, "I'm charging you with a D W I. Come back with me to the patrol car. Are you going to be any trouble? Do I need to cuff you?"
"No, I'll behave, but I swear I've not had a drink or done any drugs all night long," I promised.
"We'll find out about that back at the station," she informed me as she pressed me over to her vehicle. She opened the driver's side back door and sat me down forcibly on the seat. "I'll have to call someone to pick up your girlfriend at the station. I'm afraid I'll have to impound your car for a more thorough search."
"Please don't do that," I responded with a start. "She'll get in a lot of trouble. Can't she call someone to come pick her up?"
"I'm afraid not," the policewoman smiled down at me in a smug and superior manner. "Besides, who do I call about you? You seem awful young to be running around all alone. Where do you go to school?"
Seeing my reticence to answer, Officer Campbell went through my wallet and pulled out my FFU ID, looking it over curiously.
"It's a long story," I sighed, "but it is legitimate. I'm at FFU too."
"It looks like the Chancellor will be coming for two students tonight, then," she noted.
"Please, is there any way you can leave Heaven out of this? It is my entire fault." This was mostly a lie but, oh, hell, why stop now? "I'll take full responsibility." And most likely get expelled. The officer studied me a moment with a tilt to her head.
"Maybe there is something you can do. Can you impress me with what a good boy you can be? It would take some extreme effort on your part," she grinned mischievously. I could only nod.
"Take off your pants," she commanded curtly. I saw little hope or option so I hurriedly did as I was told. Any worry that my good friend wouldn't comply was dispelled when her warm hand surrounded the shaft and gave it a playful tug. She knelt down between my legs and stroked me a few times as she took in my dimensions.
"If you cum in under thirty seconds like most of your college asshole buddies, you are spending the night in jail," she instructed me. Since I could barely remember a time when I lasted less than five minutes, I shrugged and nodded. She started licking my tip then wrapped her full lips around my throbbing head and took around two inches in. Man she was good at this, making me wonder how many college guys she'd snuck up on over the years.
For the next thirty seconds she energetically tried to make me out to be a liar, but she was good, not great, and I survived the experience in style. The next two minutes she took at a more leisurely pace, getting into the deed and enjoying the experience.
"Let me see your tits," I suddenly felt inspired to ask. How much more trouble could I get into?
She slurped on me for a few more seconds before pulling free.
"Danica; my name is Danica," Officer Danica Campbell enlightened me. She also guided her head back onto my cock and began taking off her shirt and light ballistic vest. This revealed a damp wife-beater, white sports bra, and deceptively large sweaty breasts under it all, definitely more than a handful.
With some deft manipulations and alternating between hand-strokes and sucking, we got the rest of her upper clothes off and I began kneading and caressing her gorgeous globes, her nipples hardening in the cooler night air. I also took the opportunity to take off my shirt as well.
"I want to fuck you now," she relayed to me in a husky voice.
I started to scoot back along the rear seat when Danica leaned forward resting a hand on the car's cab over the door. Her breasts hung free and I went for them, pulling them with my hands and sucking one nipple hungrily, then switching to the other.
"You are making it hard to concentrate," she panted to me, but that was the extent of her protest.
When she finally untangled herself from her clothes, Danica pushed my pants and shorts down and started to straddle me. I saw her rip a condom wrapper open with her teeth and felt her hands roll it down over my cock.
"Are you sure you're ready?" I asked. "I wouldn't mind returning the favor."
"Sweet kid," she murmured appreciatively, "but I'm sure I'm ready." She reached between her legs and smeared some of her fluids she collected over the tip of my nose, lips, and chin. I sucked on her two fingers when she let them linger, which only made her happier. Her fingers free once more, she guided them between her thighs, positioned my head to her moist opening and sank down my shaft.
Danica rocked back and forth for a minute, slowly letting more of my cock slide into her until she had finally engulfed it all. She let out a deep, soulful sigh and sat there experiencing being filled up for a moment before she started to ride me. When I say she rode me, I don't mean she rocked back and forth, up and down in a rhythmic fashion; Danica rode me like a wild bronco, slamming into me like a woman possessed and leaving me with a deep seated fear that she'd dislocate my hips.
The one saving grace was that she didn't last all that long, she couldn't, and when she came, she thrashed hard against me, but thankfully in a series of low growls. Her screams would have been deafening in the confines of the car's back seat. She lay against me taking deep breaths, if not breathless.
"Not your average college boy," she sighed as she rested her hands on my chest.
"I'm not done yet, Officer Danica," I told her. I rolled us over, putting her on the bottom and taking hold of her legs. I wedged her left foot up against the back seat and door frame and the right over the headrest on the driver's side, spreading her wide open and helpless.
"Ah fuck,” Danica moaned as I sank into her again, "don't you get tired?"
"Can't you tell?" I grinned, "I'm trying to impress you." I ground my pubic bone into her clit for good effect with Danica's eyes rolling back in her head accentuated by a growl from deep from her diaphragm.
The 'slap, slap, slap' sound of my groin smacking her soaking wet cunt filled the car and apparently echoed out into the night. Danica flailed her arms above her on the seat and tossed her head back and forth in ecstatic rapture. I really was feeling like I was doing a good job because a minute later she shuddered into another orgasm so hard, her flexing legs made her feet push out, causing the car's frame to squeak.
I moved her ankles back down then turned her around, leaving her on her stomach as I worked behind her and between her legs.
"Huh?" she muttered as I spread her legs farther apart and pulled her up by the hips onto her knees, doggy-style. I teased her cunt with several passes of my cock before settling on the cusp of her entrance.
"Ah" we moaned in unison as I sank my cock back into her sweet cunt. I pushed forward gently and Danica slowly responded. "Oh, fuck," she added as I pushed to my maximum depth.
"You like?" I asked softly as I leaned over her.
"Yes,” she slurred, heady with passion. ", I like it, now give me more. Please give me more now."
She was the arresting officer so I felt obliged to obey, picking up the tempo and smacking our flesh together in a resounding union until she growled once more, balled her fists against the vinyl seat and snarling into the fabric. I slowed down long enough for her to start to recover, then I drove her hard once again.
I caught sight of the movement at the opposite door before Heaven opened it. Danica looked up and struggled to her elbows.
"I don't do girls," she gasped out between my rocketing impacts into her sex.
"That won't be a problem," Heaven assured her before sitting down with her back to both of us and began to pull off her skirt and underwear.
"Heaven, are you sure about this?" I cautioned her. If I was uncertain about what I saw about to happen, I was certain that Christina would have kittens (and blame me). In the end it was Heaven's choice, though, and I owed it to my date to support this.
"I told you I don't, oh, my God!" Officer Danica gasped as Heaven turned around, got on her knees, and thrust her cock toward the policewoman's mouth.
Danica backed up against me, trying to avoid Heaven, but I held fast.
"Open up," Heaven ordered the cop as she rubbed her cock over the woman's lips. Danica shook her head until Heaven ran her hands through her hair and yanked up. Danica yelped and Heaven stole the moment to shove her cock in.
"Umphf," Danica mumbled around Heaven's tool. Soon she was gurgling and slurping as Heaven made rapid use of her mouth.
Initially Campbell resisted Heaven's deep thrusts but slowly her protests lessened and her moans of pleasure increased. She even went so far as reaching up for Heaven's hip and pulling her in tight.
"Oh, damn, this bitch is good," Heaven moaned. Danica made a rebellious noise in response.
I backed up enough so that Danica could remove Heaven's cock from her mouth.
"Watch it," she scolded Heaven as she kept a hand on the younger woman's cock, stroking it rapidly and with passion.
"More sucking; less talking," Heaven insisted as she stuck her rod back in Danica's mouth.
This wasn't a fight I was going to get in the middle of. I decided that since Heaven was already having a ball, making Danica happy was my main concern. I ran both hands along her sides, one doubling back between her legs and starting to tickle her clit while the other cupped a breast and began teasing her nipple. By the way Danica gyrated her body under me, I could tell she was getting into it.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, Zane!" Heaven cried out. At the last moment she locked her eyes with mine as she made Danica choke on her meat and shot gob after gob of cum down her throat. Danica spewed and sputtered as Heaven finished abusing her face. The cop had only a few seconds to catch her breath before Heaven stuck her semi-flaccid member back down her throat. Heaven stole the moment to lean in and French kiss me intensely over Danica's body.
Danica gamely took Heaven's cock and went back to sucking for all she was worth. Heaven took on a different approach this time, coaxing Danica along with fingers softly coiling and uncoiling her hair and gentle touches to her cheeks. Our trapped police officer became lost in her own growing ecstasy, which was only short-circuited by Heaven suddenly pulling out.
"Let's switch up," Heaven suggested enthusiastically as if Danica's orifices were musical chairs. On the other hand, Danica had asked for this (sort of) and Heaven really seemed to be coming out of her shell so I nodded. I kept thrusting into Danica who, if aware of our intentions, gave no indication of any resistance.
Heaven, now topless, tapped me on the shoulder when she came round and when I separated she gave me a high-five. Heaven's face when she slipped into Danica's cunt was pure bliss.
"Oh, yeah," Heaven exhaled triumphantly. "This is great."
"I'm sort of partial to Officer Campbell's body too," I agreed.
Danica kept up a series of 'ugh, ugh, ugh's' in reaction to Heaven's exertions until I came around to the passenger side of the back seat and settled in facing her. She looked up at my crotch and then up to me with exhaustion tinged with fear.
"It's okay," I stroked her hair and didn't press forward. She lowered her head to the seat for about half a minute as she absorbed Heaven's thrusts.
"Here," she mumbled, as she pushed up onto her hands once more, "let me help with this." She took my condom off, grabbed my cock by one hand, and after giving me a faint grin began taking in my head. I couldn't stop myself from giving her a little extra but Danica took it like a trooper.
"Damn, Zane, we are double-stuffing this cop. I bet she didn't expect this tonight," Heaven laughed gleefully.
"Umphf, umph, umph," Danica mumbled between slurps and sucking noises.
"That's a good girl," Heaven consoled Danica as she petted her ass and flank. "You like this, don't you?" For the longest time Danica didn't respond so Heaven teased her. "Do you want us to stop, Officer Campbell?" Another pause, then Danica pulled her lips off my cock.
"No," she whimpered, "I'm loving this." She went back to sucking my cock and Heaven began slamming her hard as a form of reward. Soon enough, Danica spasmed to another orgasm and then nearly collapsed onto the seat.
"Zane, I want her ass," Heaven beamed at me like a sex-possessed maniac.
"No," moaned Danica, "I don't ,” Heaven cut that off with a sharp slap to the ass.
"I've got an idea," I grinned back. I moved Danica to the back of the seat and scooted underneath her. I pulled her back on top of me and Heaven helped me insert my cock into her well-fucked cunt.
"Oh, yes," Danica gasped, as I squeezed my cock into her cunt once more. That was nothing compared to the noise she made when Heaven ran several fingers over her snatch, getting her fingers nice and wet before sinking the first one into her anus.
"No, Umm," the policewoman got out before I buried her protests with a kiss.
When I let go she looked down at me with a captivating degree of sexual hunger that was exciting. Heaven began feverishly working her finger into Danica, making her shut her eyes as she tried to cut off the pain of her first anal experience.
"Kiss me if it gets to be too much," I whispered to her; Danica nodded.
On cue, she dived onto my lips twice more before Heaven had me sit still and I felt it as she urged her cockhead against Officer Campbell's anal opening.
"Shit! That hurts," Danica shouted out in pain.
"I'm going to own this ass," Heaven taunted her over her shoulder while moving deeper incrementally.
"Oh," Danica moaned, as tears welled up in her eyes. "I can still, make you pay." Heaven draped her body over Danica's and began rubbing her taut nipples along her back. The policewoman gasped and shivered from the sensation.
"You like this?" Heaven murmured to her, rubbing her rigid nipples over Danica's flesh. "I've got more where that came from."
While Heaven drove her hips forward as she pumped her cock deeper into Danica's ass, she took nips out of the cop's shoulder blades and back while massaging both of her breasts with her hands. I had one hand working her clit in a sensual cycle while my other hand caressed her cheek. By the look on her face, my FFU-mate was coming into her own; a beautiful sight.
"I can't take it, I can't take it, I can't take, Ah!" Danica went off one final time.
"Her ass is like a vise," shouted Heaven, as undoubtedly Officer Campbell's anus was contracting around her cock during the orgasm. "Bitch, here it comes," Heaven screamed. I could sense the heat of her seed course through the thin walls separating our cocks inside Danica.
Two more thrusts and I was joining them in climax. We were all pressed together for a minute before Heaven finally got her head together enough to move.
"Fun-fucking-tastic," I growled. Heaven pulled out of Danica's ass with a 'pop' which gave the policewoman a jolt. In a strange turnabout that left me wondering, Heaven leaned down onto Danica one more time.
"That was great, Officer Danica Campbell. This is the best sex I've ever had," Heaven related in a disarmingly tender voice. Danica looked over her shoulder and after a moment of reflection nodded.
"No problem." Turning to look down at me, the policewoman added, "Now watch your driving, young man. I don't think I can let you off so easy next time." This was easy?
I rolled Danica's back to the seat and carefully withdrew from her and got out of the car. The entire back seat was a mess of sweat and other fluids. She slipped down from a semi-sitting position to resting on her side, her head on an arm as she watched me get dressed. Heaven hobbled over to the far side and retrieved her clothes there.
"Are you going to be okay?" I asked Danica as I finished up.
"Yes," she murmured with a smile. "Get your ID from my clipboard on the roof and I hope I can trust you to not, knock up your 'girlfriend'; alright?"
"I think I can manage that, Officer Campbell," I smiled at her and her little joke. She closed her eyes and I noted a satisfied smile ease onto her lips. We may have been one of the best fucks of her life.
We pulled back onto the road in utter silence and I was beginning to worry about what would be going through Heaven's mind when she reached over and took my hand without looking.
"Happy?" I inquired. She studied me for a moment, biting down her reflexive response.
"You'll never know how, I hope you never have to know how much this meant to me," she corrected herself.
"So you wouldn't be opposed to going out with me next weekend?" I asked.
"Well," she smiled after a moment, "since you are my lover I really should spend some time with you, so, okay."
"We'll work out the specifics later in the week," I promised as we swept into the parking lot.
Dana Delivers Pain
Christina and company stepped out into the glow of one of the streetlights as I parked and we disembarked from my ride. I was thinking of the best way to put things but Heaven trampled my efforts to be cool.
"It was great," she bubbled. "We got a bite to eat at that Oriental place on Market Street, then went to see Wreck-It-Ralph and then,” she looked around suspiciously, then she added with a whisper, "we had sex with a woman!" Christina gave me a desperately curious glance. "I mean she sucked me off and then I fucked her cunt, and I can see why Zane loves sex so much now, and then I nailed her ass and she came so hard, she collapsed. It was awesome!" The rest of the girls gathered around while I was somewhat excluded.
"Heaven, what about keeping things secret?" Christina cautioned. Heaven looked past Faith and reached a hand for me which I stepped up and took.
"She won't be telling anyone about this, will she, Zane?" Heaven tried to assure her best friends.
"I sincerely doubt she'll want to use our encounter to hurt us, Heaven. Please believe me when I say we left her very happy with what we accomplished together," I tried to assuage their fears.
"Who was it?" Christina insisted. I was against telling her and I tried to silently communicate that with Heaven but my partner decided to put greater trust in her friend.
"It was a female police officer," Heaven stated shyly. "I was fooling around with Zane, he swerved, and she pulled us over."
"And Zane decided it was a good idea to seduce her?" Christina accused me sternly.
"No. She was going to call the campus about me, then she took him back to her car. I don't know what was said, but she then had Zane strip and she began sucking him off," Heaven defended me.
"Get to the part where the three of you are having sex," Chastity asked urgently, her hands clasped together in excitement.
"She was giving me a nice blowjob, I asked to see her tits, she stripped down and crawled on top of me and we had sex until she came," I began.
"Then he flipped her over, hooked her legs up, and went on her until she came again. And then he got behind her, that was when I came up, and he was screwing her doggy-style and I came up to the other door," Heaven added to the story. "She said she didn't do girls so I stripped down, and when I presented my, cock to her, she balked but Zane didn't let her get away and I fed it to her and she sucked me off."
"She wasn't as good as you, my friends," she informed her female companions, "but it was nice. I told Zane to change places and I, had my first cunt and it was, wow. After she climaxed again, Zane got beneath the cop and I took her ass. Now I know why Zane does it to Barbie Lynn so often, hot damn. Anyway, we all came, got dressed, and we drove home."
"Oh, Heaven, it was too much of a risk," Christina persisted.
"Did I mention how great the sex was?" Heaven smiled hopefully to her best friend and long-time protector.
"We knew this day had to come," Hope intervened. "We all prayed for Heaven to find her own identity."
"But is she a boy or a girl?" Faith questioned.
"I'm,” Heaven struggled to answer.
"She's neither," I answered for her. "She's Heaven, and for those of us who care about her, that is enough."
Heaven's look was one of stunned acceptance while Christina and Chastity looked almost pleased with me. Hope and Faith were still grappling with the concept, I could see.
"Lover, let me walk you back to your dorm," Heaven smiled up at me happily. Normally it worked the other way around, I believed.
"Nope," I shrugged. "There is no way you can get me home and then beat curfew, but we'll see each other in the morning." She nodded, and with the rest of Team Christina, they headed off. I caught Christina looking over her shoulder at me, giving me a sad, almost desperately worried look.
I didn't have too much time to think about it as I hustled back to my own dorm and up to the Solarium at the top.
I met up with Barbie Lynn after my trip to the bathroom to get ready for bed.
"Hey, Zane," she greeted me.
"Good evening, Barbie Lynn. Can I have a few minutes of your time?" I inquired. She brightened up then smirked slightly.
"Are you sure you aren't too tired from your date with Heaven?" she joked.
"That's a story for another time. Right now, I'd like to spend some time with you. I miss you when you are not around," I answered truthfully. Barbie Lynn snuggled into my arms.
"I'd be delighted to spend some time with you, Zane Braxton," she purred, while she ran her hands over my chest, ribs, and finally my ass.
I opened the door and chased Barbie upstairs and we tumbled into bed together. Barbie Lynn couldn't stop giggling as we wrestled around until I positioned myself over her, her legs wrapped around me, her arms pinned over her head, and a broad sexy smile on her face. The marathon of kissing came naturally, as did the press of her body against me, her nipples hard, and her sex sweet to my senses.
"Have I told you how wonderful you make me feel?" I panted into the flowing tapestry of her sweet-smelling hair.
"Yes," she sighed happily, "but I don't get tired of hearing you confess it." She settled into my arms and the silence had barely begun when her adorable snores graced my ears. I drifted off to sleep soon after realizing it had been one hell of a week with thirteen still to go.
Birth of the Rebellion.
I shared my 'solo' shower time with nine girls, with the good fortune that most of them only expected peripheral moments with me, not real sexual attention. Opal and Brigit, my original shower buddies, were joined by a few others plus my compadres, Iona and Rio. This morning, Brigit got a full-body scrubbing but I spared a few moments for my two closest friends.
"I'm surprised to see you here, Iona," I confessed to her as I ran my hands over her slender shoulders.
"I came here for an education," she smiled up at me. I arched an eyebrow and she flushed in embarrassment. "I mean, I came to school for an education, honest, that's what I meant."
"I know," I calmed her. "I knew what you meant."
I'd have been happier with the way things were going if I hadn't caught Rio and Opal huddled together giving me conspiratorial looks. Catching my suspicious glare, Rio sauntered over to Iona and me.
"So, Teacher, are you going to give me any education time?" she teased Iona and me both.
"I think you and I are on the other end of the Teacher-Student curve, Rio. Unfortunately, your lessons always involve some sort of pain and/or humiliation on my part," I pointed out.
"Don't be such a baby, Zane. I do what I do out of love, okay, out of the love of watching you squirm, but that's love too, right?" Rio smiled sweetly.
"Stop being so mean to him." Iona became upset and clutched me tightly.
"Maybe if he took me out on a date, like he did Heaven, or spent more quality time with me like he does with Barbie Lynn," Rio snickered, "I'd be too tired to pick on him."
"We went out on a date," I countered.
"When?" Rio questioned.
"Last Wednesday; we went out for ice cream," I reminded her.
"Sorry. If this cunt doesn't get penetrated, it isn't a date," Rio scoffed and Iona blushed. "Rio, I thought our friendship could withstand Saturday night but I'm not going to be someone you pass the empty hours with. I'm your friend and if you think you and Iona are no different than anyone else I know here, you are sorely mistaken," I declared before Iona could have an outburst of her own.
"I don't need you, Zane," Rio shot back after a moment.
"I never said you did. In fact, I need you more than you might need me," I related to her. Rio fidgeted for another instant, then turned and left. Seeing that Rio had left her shower kit behind, Iona gathered their things up and followed her.
I made my way to exit from this embarrassing episode when Opal grabbed my arm.
"If we aren't friends, what are we?" she inquired.
"Infinitely memorable," I answered with a sly grin. That earned me an appreciative look.
"I'll take that," she smiled and let me go on my way.
The Sparks of Rebellion
Considering what our previous few mornings at school had been like, this morning was downright sedate. Rio joined Iona and I as we made our way to breakfast, where we were even permitted to sit together, and Assembly, where we did the same. Had it not been for the final announcement by the Chancellor Melrose Bazz,
"Christina Buchanan has stepped down as Senior Class Body President. She has been replaced by Rhaine Ritchie," she announced. There was some stirring; for me, the look I had received from Christina the night before now made sense. They'd stripped her of her position because she's decided to not persecute me, becoming my friend instead. Well, to hell with that. I totally missed Iona's furious activities, though I would value them later.
Rio and I made it easy for them, though we wished Iona hadn't tagged along. I had no real plan until she stepped up to confront me and then the first step of the operation fell into place.
"Zane Braxton, I require your services," the girl with shoulder-length reddish-brown hair smirked at me. She'd brought along three playmates, how interesting.
"Who is this?" I asked Iona calmly.
"Rhaine Ritchie," Iona informed me, at which point I shouldered past Rhaine, a move Rio instantly followed.
"Wait, what,” Rhaine squawked. "You can't do this," she emphasized by grabbing my shoulder. "If you don't do as I tell you, you will be expelled," she threatened.
Power comes from the belief in authority's ability to influence you. If I did what they wanted, I'd be expelled eventually. If I fought back, I'd still go down, but what the hell, everything ends. In my case, I no longer cared what the Administration had planned for me, I'd fight them standing up on my own terms.
"Lady, I don't know who you are," I lied, "but if you don't step off I'm going to put you over my knee and spank you in front of God and all these students." Our eyes locked and she saw that I was ready, willing, and eager to follow through on my threat. Rhaine let go and took a step back. I turned and left without further comment; that would ruin the whole 'ignore her' effect.
Rio caught up and nudged me.
"What's the plan, Kemosahbee?" she inquired.
"I'm making this up as I go along," I confessed. Rio laughed loudly while Iona gulped.
"Don't worry, I'll think of something; I always do," which caused Rio to laugh louder.
English came and went but ended with Ms. Goodswell calling me aside.
"You will be meeting with Ms. Lane at one," she informed me. I nodded before she continued. "Zane, is it impossible for you to do the right thing or are you making my life special on purpose?"
"Virginia," I replied, "if my only concern was to make you happy, I would do it. Unfortunately, I have to live with myself too and I can't stomach what's being done to my friends here. You must know that if I'd been left alone, I'd have done my time here and earned an education," I tried to get her to understand. Virginia reached out and placed one of her hands on mine.
"I know, Zane, and I am doing what I can for you," she sighed.
"Can you do something for Rio too?" I asked.
"Zane," she chuckled bitterly, "I'm bailing out the Titanic with a thimble. I'm not sure what I can do for her. Mrs. Short wants her gone as much as the Chancellor does," Virginia answered. Mrs. Short was Rio's spiritual advisor.
Our spiritual advisors were supposed to help us out at school, both academically and psychologically. I didn't doubt that Virginia had been doing her best to see that I wasn't booted out during my first week at FFU. Rio didn't have that backstop; all she had was Iona and me.
I barely caught Virginia's gaze wander toward the door where a Rhaine-clone was standing.
I hoisted my backpack and made for the girl at the door. It turned out we were far from alone, my confrontation with Rhaine having already made the news.
"Listen, Zane, I'm not intim," she got out before I slipped past her extended arm (palm outward), slipped into contact with her, and twirled us around.
She had barely enough time to gasp before I spun free and made my way down the hall.
"Zane!" she called out in frustration behind me. I heard the giggles from the other girls as she took up the pursuit. I found Rio waiting inside the door while Rhaine and a clone waited for her to emerge.
"Sorry, bitches," Rio gloated, "but my ride's here." Before they could react, I knelt and yanked down their skirts, one in each hand. The seniors squealed in surprise and tried to cover up as Rio shoved past them and joined me. She caught sight of my personal tormentor coming so she pulled me down the hall as we made our getaway.
They waited for us coming out of Biblical Archeology with the added bonus of Ms. Gorman, Dean of Athletics, Head of Security, and Coach to several sports including Karate. They smiled, we smiled, and then we slammed the door and locked it. Rio looked at me with a piratical gleam in her eyes as we simultaneously made for the windows and flung ourselves outside.
We took the fall from the second floor and bolted like mad for our next classes. Had I heard (I claimed to be lost in thought) Ms. Gorman calling my name, I would have been forced to stop and face some sort of pointless and painful task, but I made it to Biology safely. A text from Rio told me she'd made it to her class too.
Of course, they could still keep coming, and getting to lunch proved impossible without confronting the new regime. Rhaine waited outside my door with a half dozen other ladies plus Ms. Gorman, who looked absolutely furious.
"I believe you are familiar with traveling on your knees, Mr. Braxton. This time you get to do so with me on your back, my own personal beast of burden," she gloated.
I looked through her, took in the other girls, then made my way to shoulder past them.
"If you ignore this command," Gorman warned me, "that is grounds for dismissal."
"Did someone give me an order?" I asked innocently.
"Rhaine did," Gorman pointed out.
"Who?" I inquired.
"Rhaine, Ms. Ritchie," Gorman growled.
"I don't know who that is," I pointed out blithely.
"I'm, Gurr," Rhaine snarled.
"Fine," a different girl spoke up, "I want you to be my mount on my way to lunch." I did nothing.
"Well?" Ms. Gorman questioned me.
"Well, what?" I responded.
"Are you going to do what Vera has instructed?" Ms. Gorman demanded.
"Who?" I grinned proudly.
"You can't pretend you can't hear students just because you want to, Mr. Braxton," Ms. Gorman snapped.
"I'm required to obey any lawful command of a recognized advanced student," I paraphrased my Handbook. "Any student doing an illegal or immoral action does not qualify."
"These two students have done no such thing," Ms. Gorman pointed out.
"Ms. Ritchie has accepted appointment as Senior Class President, which is illegal. Any student who supports her position is committing an immoral act," I countered.
"Doctor Bazz put me in charge of the Senior class," Rhaine stated proudly, "after Christina screwed up and didn't put you in your place." I didn't take my eyes off of Ms. Gorman but I did reply.
"She can remove Christina, I have no argument with that, but she can't appoint a replacement, a fact you would know if you bothered to read the book," I reminded them. Thank God for Iona and her eyes for minutia. This left them momentarily speechless.
"Zane, you will carry my books to the Dining Hall," Brandi interrupted the group of us.
"As you command," I leapt at the chance to escape. Brandi haughtily ignored the baneful looks shot her way as she stepped up and tossed her book bag to me before strutting off with me quickly following along behind her.
"Thanks Brandi," I whispered to her.
"What for?" she grinned back at me with a little extra shimmy in her stride. "Iona promised me some quality time with you tonight but that won't be worth a damn if I let them break you down." Ah, the wonders of enlightened self-interest and the female libido.
When we walked together into the Dining Hall I noticed that Rio hadn't made it yet, which didn't bode well for her. Iona was sitting down and waved to me as I headed into the food line. As I continued to look around I also couldn't find Christina and company, which was odd and spoke of some unforeseen trouble. It also gave me an idea.
When I received my food I maneuvered over to Iona but I didn't sit down, instead holding my tray and waiting.
"Zane, what are you doing?" whispered Iona.
"I think I know how to make our anemic resistance into a full-blown rebellion," I whispered back.
It didn't take long before a few familiar faces began standing up as well in some bizarre show of solidarity for me and the cause they didn't understand yet. More and more students began joining my little protest; most I'd barely seen before. By the time Christina came in, we numbered about a hundred.
Christina and her crew recognized the anomaly of our actions but had no clue what we were up to until they moved to take their new station farther down the Senior Table than before, depicting their diminished status. When Christina sat down, I sat down too, slamming my tray for extra effect. Within thirty seconds a hundred trays came slamming down in sympathy. That was round one.
I wolfed down my food in preparation for round two. Rio arrived battered and bruised with bloody knees and palms. I gave her my water to pour on her knees and hands.
"I have a plan, ladies," I softly told Iona and Rio. "Follow my lead unless I get decapitated, in which case you are on your own."
Taking the steps toward the Senior Table was pretty frightening because my ability to remain in the school and stay in the fight depended on the beneficence and bravery of another. I walked up to Christina as she sat eating and went down on one knee with my head lowered in supplication. I caught sight of Christina twisting and observing me and my stance.
A minute elapsed before Christina finally spoke to me. She knew what she was getting into; there was no tricking her into this role in events. For her, the battle was for pride, while mine was for survival. She had more to lose since the past three years of her life were wrapped up in this place.
"Zane," Christina said in a passionate, caring tone, laying a hand on my shoulder, "Thank you. You may go now."
I rose once more, bowed before turning away, and resumed my seat.
"I think I'm in love," Chastity sighed.
"I'm with you," Hope added, "You don't see many Knights of Christ anymore."
"I'm not sure he qualifies as a Knight of Christ," Heaven stated, "but I like the way he's fighting."
"We are in a fight alright," Christina smiled, "and Zane has put us in the middle of it." Even as she spoke those words, Barbie Lynn, Opal, and Cappadocia all came up and bowed before Christina as well, receiving her blessing and moving on. Iona joined, while Rio kept her seat but shot me a snide smile.
"What's next Boss?" she said between bites of food.
"A rebellion so large they just can't expel all of us; a rebellion with Queen Christina Buchanan at the head," I explained. Iona came up and getting the purpose of our rebellion expressed to the masses began. Our campus was dividing between the Pro-Christina vs. the Pro-Rhaine camps and in thirty minutes it was past the ability for the teachers to stamp out immediately.
A Passionate Legal Issue
My ability to bask in, and suffer through, the effects of our insurgency was diminished by my summons to see Ms. Lane but I had to admit I was feeling full of myself when I walked into her office.
"It is good to see you again, Mr. Braxton. We have a good deal to talk over, so let us begin," she started, her light brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, her business jacket and skirt being a tasteful medium gray and her make-up done just right.
She began going over the particulars of my legal predicament brought about by my situation here at FFU but my mind rapidly devolved in a different direction. I dropped my bag and began taking off my shirt while Ms. Lane kept droning on. She didn't miss my display but while there was a slight curl to her lips she kept doing her job as she saw it.
Lane's smile grew as I finished stripping nude, came around the desk and then turned her chair to face me. I pushed her legs slightly apart before kneeling between them and taking her shoes off one at a time. I definitely had Ms. Lane's attention as I started kissing the tip of her big toe then drawing out further kisses along the top of her foot. Throughout it all, she never let up with her legal-ease talk; I had to admire her concentration.
As my hands caressed one calf, knee, and thigh, then another as I worked kisses along her feet, I noticed two things; she was getting excited and she was wearing stockings fixed with a garter belt, both in darker beige. When I hiked up her right leg so I could plant kisses on the back of her knee along the back line of her hose she finally skipped a beat in her speech.
"Ah," she moaned sensually as I kept planting those kisses and ran my fingers up beyond her stocking line to the edge of her panties. I was vaguely aware of her picking up her phone and having a brief conversation but I was a bit too preoccupied to catch much of it.
"I've informed your two o'clock class that you won't be making it today," she sighed happily.
That gave us an extra hour of legal 'consultations'; in Vegas I understand this kind of legal advice can cost me over a thousand dollars an hour but I was blessed for getting it for free. Ms. Lane put her phone down, stood, and unzipped her skirt.
"My name is Hudson," she smiled at me as she let the skirt slip down her well-toned legs to the ground.
As she stepped out of the skirt I pulled it aside and tossed it away. When she sat down I cupped her ass cheeks and pulled her to the very tip of the chair before I renewed my attention with my lips and tongue on her thighs. Hudson went back to her legal-speak with increasingly bated breath.
By the time I teased off her panties with my teeth she had almost given up the pretense of a real meeting and was moaning and groaning from the progress I'd made. When I blew on her freshly exposed bald cunt she lost it, bucking up against my lips. I didn't disappoint her, diving straight in with my tongue flicking her clit before pushing in deeper with a tongue-twister.
"Oh, God!" she exclaimed as she thrust up once more. "Tell me you aren't doing this to the girls here." I replied by flicking my tongue faster over her lips and clit until she vibrated into an orgasm and a few recitations of, "Oh, Sweet God!"
I drank deeply from her cunt, relishing in her tangy flavor for more than a minute. We both knew this was far from over. She spread her legs wider and I started teasing her slit from the bottom with a deep lick inside. She rewarded me with one of the best things a girl can say to a guy.
"You are even better than my girlfriend," she sighed deliciously. I switched to using my fingers so that I could speak.
"I'd be happy to share notes about you with her," I offered.
"She's a , ah, yes , a dedicated lesbian," Hudson moaned, "but I think I could say something to her about you."
"Umm," was the sound of my slurping her up. "I look forward to the both of you."
"You would want both of us at the same time?" she panted, tantalized by the prospect.
"One at a time; both; if she is half as tasty as you, I'll take what I can get," I mumbled between flicks of my tongue.
Our conversation died as I used my fingers to peel her blossom open and made deep, penetrating explorations of her sex. Slowly, gingerly, Hudson encased my shoulders and neck with her stocking-clad legs. She didn't force, so much as snuggle me into an embrace. There was really no reason to enhance my eagerness for her succulent cunt.
"Oh , you are very good , Zane," she purred, "ah , ah , ah , right there , ah , Aaii!" With that last outburst she rose hard against my face, burying my nose into her baby smooth folds while my lips kept up a mighty suckling effort on her clit, a bit of nibbling included.
She didn't say much as she was still getting her breathing under control, but I would have bet money she was a long distance runner, so short was her recovery time. Hudson let her legs fall to my sides as she leaned forward and drew me into her arms in an encompassing hold. We tasted each other for some time in a delicate ballet of discovering our need for one another.
I pressed against her, then broke our kiss while drilling her in place with my eyes. I didn't feel the need to tell her I wanted her; she could undoubtedly read my mind and she gave me a light kiss and a nod giving her permission. As I ran my hands under her thighs she rose up, freeing me to grab each ass cheek and start to lift her up as I stood.
Before I could even set her on the desk Hudson was unbuttoning her shirt and peeling it off. I rested her carefully on the desk's edge but before I could make my next move she kissed me and wrapped her legs around my waist. She used her legs to balance while she worked off her bra and exposing her shapely breasts to my eyes.
I took that as an invitation to press Ms. Lane down and start ravishing her pale areolas and short, stubby, light pink nipples that hardened at my touch.
"Zane," she sighed through a wave of pleasure, "why do I get the impression this isn't your first time with a woman?"
"Umm," I expressed over my currently favorite nipple, "I feel that all that matters is that this is my first time with you. I've never been with anyone like you before."
"Ah," she gasped playfully, "I take that to mean 'over a dozen'," sigh, "you bad, bad boy." I stopped what I was doing and looked up at her, my face moist with her fluids and my saliva from engaging her breasts.
"This is a strange time to ask me to embrace a Purity Pledge," I teased her.
"It would be unethical for me to suborn perjury," she teased back as she stroked my hair. Hudson mirrored the real affection I sent her way.
"I admire honesty of character over social acceptance, Hudson. I'll lie to make someone happy but I won't lie to myself," I related and she nodded her understanding if not her agreement.
"So if I'm no good in the sack you'll tell me?" she bantered playfully.
"Sex is a partnership, Hudson. If it doesn't work, it is as much my fault as yours," I responded eagerly. Her eyes sparkled and the smile on her face took on a decidedly scholarly cast as if she'd judged me and not been disappointed.
I returned to her chest while Hudson drew back her legs until she set her hands to the back of her knees while sweeping her papers aside. I didn't ask for permission to enter her; I did what felt natural and in sequence with the pace our bodies were setting. Only as I slid in did she let out a nasal moan of pleasure.
Hudson's cunt was by no means tight, more like snug and comforting; it was a happy medium that my girth more than compensated for. She could definitely feel me rubbing against her vaginal walls and clitoris as I stroked in and out. She began to rub my hair with one hand and engaged her left nipple with the other.
I was busy thrusting into her with deeper and stronger penetrating drives, one hand on her cunt and the other one holding me upright leaving my lips to entertain the right breast with all kinds of nips, bites, teases and suction. Our division of responsibilities, never spoken out loud, was working out well for us and our desire to build to our next climax.
Hudson and I coasted along the edge of orgasm for twenty breathtaking minutes until she finally drew me into a kiss followed by a knowing smile and a nod. I picked up my tempo and angled her hips for maximum penetration as I took her up to what one of my early lovers had called the Mountain of Tears and Joy. In the end she clutched me tight and buried her head into my shoulder as she hissed out her maximum pleasure.
Ms. Lane barely missed a breath, pulling me into a string of kisses over my eyes, cheeks, lips, and nose.
"I know it is the wrong thing," she sighed finally, "to leave you alone with all these women. What chance do any of these poor girls have against candy as sweet as you?"
"I'd like to think I'm as much a victim here as any of them," I panted in reply, still slowly slipping in and out of her.
"Really? How often are you compelled to have sex, Mr. Braxton?" she interrogated me seductively.
"Once or twice," I offered up the truth.
"Once or twice a week?" she asked skeptically.
"No; once or twice a day," I confessed.
"How do you manage to sex twice a day on this campus?" she sounded incredulous.
"Well, there is the shower in the morning, then there is almost always an opportunity during club time, maybe sometime after dinner but before curfew, and lastly after curfew," I explained while Hudson look both aroused and surprised at the revelation.
"Don't you , ah , ever get tired, bored, or sore?" she gasped.
"Meh," I shrugged, "I get tired sometimes, and sore on occasion, but I've never been bored with a partner yet."
"I noticed you didn't flinch when I told you my partner was a lesbian; homosexuality doesn't bother you, does it?" she inquired.
"Nope; I've been with a few men in the past," I answered. "Does that bother you, being a FFU alum and all?"
"It would have," she giggled in an almost mature way, "but I did a few things my first year in law school that curled my toes , and opened my mind."
"I owe those people a big Thank You card," I teased her.
"Don't, hmm, be too hasty," she murmured, "More than one was of the 'nail the Christian bitch' breed. Those were some emotionally , ah , tough times."
"I never see the women here that way," I promised Hudson.
"I didn't think you were that kind from the first time we met, but I checked with Virginia Goodswell to be sure," she told me. "Even , ah , wow, you really know how to make a girl feel good , Dana Gorman doesn't think you are a total waste of effort either." That was somewhat stunning since Dana never stopped giving me grief, right up to the effort to have me expelled.
"What, hmm," I asked as my own seed began to rise, "would you have done if I hadn't come on to you?"
"Zane," she laughed, "I figured that you staying on your side of the desk was as likely as having a Texan walk away from free BBQ. The way your eyes undressed me at our first get-together convinced me that if we had a private meeting this would happen, though your direct assault was unexpected. Was my perfume too much?"
"Hudson , Ah , you would be irresistible in a green garbage bag and Old Spice men's cologne," I panted, followed by, "I'm going to come."
"Roll over," she commanded. As I did, she untangled herself from me and slid down my body until she engulfed my cock with her mouth.
She was perpendicular to me, on all fours, knees barely on the desk with my legs extending out to rest on the back of the chair. Her tongue swirled around my shaft in some erotic serpentine fashion I'd never experienced before. She must have sensed my fascination with her technique because she slurped up over my head and smiled in my direction.
"Being with a lesbian gives me a great deal of expertise with my tongue," she tantalized me before going back about her sensual torture. It didn't take too much time at all before I put a hand on her cheek. Hudson went a little deeper, sucked in with her cheeks and set me off. I pumped load after load of semen into her mouth but there was no swallowing and that left me a tad curious.
When I was finished she climbed panther-like over my body until we were nose to nose. She slowly opened her lips and a strand of semen began winding down toward me. I then knew what she wanted and opened my mouth as she dripped my own semen into it. A few strands into the process she lowered her lips down and kissed me.
We swapped my cum for some time before I could feel her tongue and mouth suck it back up. She leaned up, rolled back her head, and made an erotic display of swallowing my entire load.
"You are really fun," Hudson told me as she licked her lips. "Most guys are totally weirded out by that and won't do what you just did."
"I try not to be that kind of guy," I answered.
"You've done something special for me; what special thing can I do for you?" she purred. I felt a warm sense of anticipation consume me as I dialed up some of my deepest fantasies. The one thing I was absolutely sure about was that I was going to need more than one legal session.
Running at the Abyss
When I finally exited the school's legal offices, I figured I had a few options. Most appealingly, I could hide out for an hour and avoid Rhaine and company, but that would leave Rio out there in the cold. I was feeling stupid, I went looking for my friend. A quick call to Iona gave me a tidbit of information that had come up in my absence.
More and more freshmen were identifying pro-Rhaine proponents and blowing them off like I was. There had been some severe friction but no casualties yet. I asked about Rio but Iona hadn't seen her; at the moment Iona was with Opal who was undoubtedly defending her from the pro-Rhaine forces.
I went racing off to the most likely location to find Rio. My first shot was a bust but on the way to my second choice, I caught sight of her with some companions. She had four girls with her plus a teacher, black hair up in a bun, while Rio carried her book bag and large pails of water held out at chest level. As I came running up, I could see the lines her tears had made down her cheeks as well as the welts running down her calves where they had been using switches on her.
"Arms up," demanded her chief tormentor. I was unlucky enough to be spotted on my approach and one of the girls pointed me out to the others and the instructor. One girl managed to insert herself between me and the group; she was someone I knew. I attempted to shift past her but she caught my elbow and turned my momentum against me, slamming me into the ground, first team Karate club members can do that.
She had only enough time to smirk down at me once when I lashed out with my leg, clipped her ankle and sent her sprawling. We both rolled up into a kneeling stance but I was a bit quicker. I lashed out, grabbed her by the throat and slammed her head back to the ground. She gasped, tried to lash out, but I blocked it. I brought my knee down on her gut, knocking the wind out of her, then lashed out with my fist in her face.
I let my fist hover there for a moment.
"Bitch, get up and I'll re-arrange your face," I threatened her with dangerous intent. The girl's technique was really good but this was a real fight, not a tournament. The girl had a real look of fear written on her face.
"Mr. Braxton!" shouted the instructor at me; I ignored her and went to Rio.
"Let me take those," I softly asked Rio. She shook her head in the negative but didn't stop me when I took them.
"Mr. Braxton, that's it. We are going to see the Chancellor right now!" the teacher demanded angrily.
"Lady," I snapped back, "either I can take this burden to Rio's next safe haven and then go to the Chancellor's office, or I can go right now and you can wear what I'm holding."
Threatening a teacher was really a bone-headed play, but then so was thrashing a fellow student, throwing her to the ground, followed by a threat of further violence, and added to that interfering in someone else's Handmaiden's Duty.
"The bitch's name is Ms. Marlowe," Rio told me as she tried to massage the pain in her arms.
"Ms. Talon, that is enough from you; Mr. Braxton, give Ms. Talon the pails back and come with me," Ms. Marlowe commanded. Ignoring her again I turned to Rio.
"Where are we going?"
"We are heading to the Library," Rio grinned; like me, she wasn't waiting for them to bury us, we were running straight at the abyss. As we took off, Ms. Marlowe moved in front of us and the first girl began to get up.
"Sit your ass down!" I shouted at her, and she fell back on her ass. As for Ms. Marlowe, I grinned to Rio and handed back her one pail.
"On three," I smiled. Together we hoisted our pails and directed them in a swaying motion toward Ms. Marlowe. "One, two , ." I put my hand out and stopped Rio. Ms. Marlowe sneered at us.
"Why did we stop?" Rio questioned me.
"If we do it, you are gone," I informed her.
"What about you?" Rio wondered.
"I just beat a girl into the ground; I'm probably done for anyway , which reminds me," I sighed, put down the pail and walked over to the girl, offering her my hand. She looked at it suspiciously before taking it and letting me pull her up.
"You caught me off-guard," she murmured softly.
"Don't fool yourself," I responded. "You wanted to stop me; I wanted to break you , to save my friend." The deadly determination in my voice made her gulp. I walked to Rio's side and picked up the pail.
"Mr. Braxton, give Ms. Talon the pail and come with me," Ms. Marlowe stated.
"When I get Rio to safety I'll come with you," I replied which didn't please her one bit. She was about to comment when I interrupted.
"Seriously, what are you going to do, toss me out twice? I've been kicked, punched, beaten, and been bled raw; I'm not sure how the rest of the girls take it," I fought back.
"It is something called faith and devotion, Mr. Braxton," she tried to explain.
"You spout a big game," Rio spat, "but Zane knows more about faith, compassion, and devotion than your twisted heart will ever understand." And here I thought Rio would keep it simple like calling her a 'stupid bitch'
"Philosophy aside, we seem to be at an impasse, Ms. Marlowe. I'm not going with you until Rio is safe and that means we take the water to where she's going," I outlined the problem. "You can stop me from moving, but you can't make me move, your call." That was the gist of our situation and we all knew it.
"It will be my pleasure to see you thrown out of this school," Ms. Marlowe ground out, which indicated that Rio and I had our tiny, temporary victory. I got us to the library where we were dutifully ordered to water some late summer flowers.
When we finished, Rio turned to follow me so I had to physically restrain her.
"No," Rio insisted as she tried to push past me and return to the outdoors.
"Stay here, Rio. Barbie Lynn should be out of Soccer practice soon; call her and she'll look after you," I all but begged her.
"I'm a fucking adult, Zane," Rio insisted.
"I know, but you getting nailed right beside me doesn't do either of us any good," I pointed out.
"I'm not afraid of these over-fucked cunts," she hissed.
"You should be," I whispered to her as I pressed my forehead onto hers. "They scare the hell out of me."
"I can do this," Rio now pleaded.
"Rio, if I go down, I take a vacation for three months; they bust you, and you're in prison for three years, and I can't live with that," I confessed.
"What are you going to do, come bust me out?" she joked through the bitter bile.
"Yes," I replied without pause. "I'd figure out a way." Rio stared at me for a long, long time looking for the lie but found only the truth.
"Fine, Asshole," she finally responded, "I'll play it safe for now, but if you are not back by dinner, I'm re-instituting witch-burning."
"I love you too," I replied softly as I stroked her cheek. She gave me a desperately fierce look, to which I had no answer. I turned and rejoined Ms. Marlowe.
"You made me wait, Mr. Braxton," she told me angrily.
"Happy Hanukah to you too," I retorted weakly, which did nothing for her disposition.
By the time I walked into the Chancellor's office, the particulars of my latest episode were all over campus. More than one girl lifted up a Bible as I passed and mouthed that they were praying for me. Right now, having God on my side wouldn't suck, my bench was pretty empty. I followed Ms. Marlowe into Chancellor Bazz's office, shutting the door behind me.
This time it was only Doctor Bazz, Ms. Marlowe and me. Ms. Marlowe looked pissed, Doctor Bazz was unreadable (not a good sign), and I was struggling to keep my courage.
"How has he added to his list of sins?" Doctor Bazz asked Ms. Marlowe.
"He threw a sophomore, Mercy Chaplain, to the ground and threatened her with further physical violence. He has avoided and interfered with Handmaiden's Duties on multiple occasions as well as inspiring other freshmen to do the same," Ms. Marlowe listed off my dark deeds.
"You were predictably stupid, Mr. Braxton, though you lasted longer than I initially believed you would and got into far greater trouble," Doctor Bazz stated. "We no longer have any papers you need to sign. We will pack your things and send them to your house. Please leave campus before sunset."
There was a brisk knock at the door and Ms. Goodswell sashayed into the room.
"Sorry I'm late but somehow my invitation to the meeting was misplaced," she addressed the room. "I imagine that we all are now aware of Mr. Braxton's faults but since we need a fair hearing to accomplish this correctly, Zane is allowed to consult with his Spiritual Advisor."
"There is nothing to be said here, Ms. Goodswell," Ms. Marlowe replied.
"Zane, explain yourself," Ms. Goodswell persisted.
"By our Code of Conduct, we cannot follow an illegal or immoral order. The Chancellor can remove a student officer of any position in the school hierarchy; she does not have the authority to make their replacements."
"Any supporter of Rhaine is following an illegal order, thus committing an immortal act. It follows that any support of Rhaine should be shunned. As for the girl I knocked down, she threw me to the ground first and had the misfortune to not be as good a fighter as I am."
"The fact is, you are a disruptive influence within the student body. I have already lined up five freshmen for expulsion on this matter. This intransigence will be crushed tomorrow," the Chancellor declared.
"I'll make sure their parents and lawyers get pictures of my, Rio's, and Iona's knees bleeding and the whip marks on Rio's legs," I threatened.
"I think I need to impress upon Zane the hopelessness of his cause. Ladies, give myself and Mr. Braxton the room," Doctor Bazz ordered.
The others filed back out, confused and worried because, while Bazz had one last trump to play, she wasn't going to share. When the room was cleared she assessed me in a way I imagine a hunter with a club looks upon a baby seal that made a valiant but futile effort to make it to the air hole.
"I know Heaven's little secret," she informed me, allowing a miniscule hint of triumph to enter her voice. I was floored; how in the hell was I supposed to respond? How long had she known, waiting to spring this on me when I proved too difficult for normal measures? Had she waited for us to form a relationship, knowing I'd play the White Knight like the idiot I was?
"I know about her, her troubles at home, and your relationship with her. I'm sure your Aunt Jill and the rest of your congregation will be interested in your homosexual relationship with a transvestite. Both of you will be extremely humiliated," the Chancellor laid out her sinister plan.
"Your time on the stage is done, Mr. Braxton; time for you to skulk off quietly. I'm sure all your devoted followers will be suitably heartbroken," she gloated slightly. The last bit was a bit too much and became my burning inspiration.
"Go for it," I shrugged. "Give it your best shot."
"I'm not you, Mr. Braxton; I'm not bluffing, the way you attempted to confound Ms. Marlowe and failed. I will do this, believe me," she snorted.
"There is no bluff here," I responded evenly. "I believe you will do it. All I want to know is whether you are incompetent or corrupt."
"Neither," Professor Bazz said with narrowed eyes.
"Well, you were either incompetent enough to allow a girl with a cock to live here on campus for the past three years, or you knew and allowed all those girls to be put at risk on your own judgment, most likely influenced by Christina Buchanan's grandfather," I elaborated.
Professor Bazz's jaw clenched and flexed.
"A Buddhist monk once told me that hypocrisy robs you of your foundation. You see, Christianity is inherently the religion of rebellion because it demands that you respect everyone regardless of wealth, status, birth, or sex," I outlined.
"This stands in opposition to authority, especially petty little tyrants like you," I finished and stood to go.
"You don't talk to me like that, you little bastard," Bazz growled as she shot up from her chair.
"In the words of the immortal American Action Hero, 'Come get some'," I taunted her.
The Chancellor came around her massive desk, stormed up, and attempted to slap the Jesus right out of me. Man that hurt; what was with this place and girls pummeling me?
"Melrose, do you mind if I call you Mel?, I ,” and then a certain smell registered in my brain.
"Call me Professor Bazz, and I am going to take intense pleasure in breaking you," she seethed. I rubbed my cheek were she'd slapped me and brought those fingers to my nose.
"Mel, why, have you been masturbating? Does the thought of 'breaking' us students get you off?" I mused out loud. This time I dodged the slap.
"You don't get to talk to me like that," she sputtered with rage. A smarter man would see this as the time to make a speedy exit but I can be a real idiot at times. In my defense, they were sitting there screaming for attention/ I reached out, pinched and twisted both of her nipples, which were so hard they were pushing through her bra and white blouse.
Professor/Doctor/Chancellor Bazz's mouth fell open and she stared at me in stark disbelief.
To be continued in part 6, By FinalStand for Literotica.