Stacey

What is my problem? I try not to have any.

What is other people's problem? I can deal with them fine when on the phone or the webcam. But when I step into their living space, they act like cunts.

"I ask you again! What is your problem, Hamilton?!"

Frightened, Therese pressed herself against the wall behind me for a moment, exhaled, and moved closer to Roberta, locking the position between us. I got ahead of her and signaled her to stay where she was.

"Our common problem is your vulnerability, Roberta. Look who is here. You, the former room coordinator. Me, your new unpopular roommate. Therese, your new tolerable roommate. The girl you're trying to tame." I pointed to Basma Brat, who was sleeping in the bed with the blanket on the floor and her hand outstretched in her lap. "Do you know who's missing here? The only woman who didn´t come back after dinner last night. Your wife, Sylvia. Do you know why Mayson is keeping her at his place? We have breakfast in half an hour and then our interview with the inspectors. I bet what you want, that principal wants to ask you for something, or rather, he will order it you to do it and make the safety of Sylvia conditional on it.”

Roberta huffed. "I thought Mayson's interests were no different from ours. He is going to finish what you two started."

"He robbed us of the one who made it possible," Therese crooned. "He knows we don't trust him, so why should he trust us?"

“Above all, he can´t trust a truly independent person!” I declared, puffing out my endowed chest.

"Roberta, I must insist that I accompany you to the secret part of the meeting. Speaking of finishing, I need to continue something that started before we knew about Manabe."

There was no other sense in moving to her room if we wouldn´t form a consortium - hostile lesbian and me, the hidden lioness.

"Get up Basma," I ordered the kid. "We will eat soon and we have to ask, what happened with your Mrs. S."

"On my way, Ms. Hamilton."

Basma brat didn´t make any nickneme for me. She tried to call me "Middle-aged Yeller" but that didn´t stick because Therese asked her to be polite in my case and I slapped her face from both sides hard just to be certain.

The morning brought a fundamental change of the dining room.

Therese and I still haven't gotten used to the new girls at the table, but this morning, I was dismayed. The inmates were standing at the tables, and many between them, fighting with each other or with the wardens.

"Sit in the nearest chair or at your designated place. This is your first and only warning!" The warden Michelle shouted into the loudspeaker.

Nothing had changed. Those who came to the dining room before us insulted, kicked, and slapped each other. Sometimes, the angry ones supplemented the arguments with plastic cutlery. I could not divide them into any racial, class, or age groups. Roberta strolled over to a table with a frightened woman. That was our familiar Cindy, and the red lips she had to paint for Bellinda were the only color left on her face. Roberta and I each grabbed one of her shoulders.

"What are they fighting for?" I scouted.

"Those who... Signed the text-many of them don't want to sit with those who didn't."

“Ah, that nonsense.” I rolled my eyes. Not a single person from our new room has signed. We can't draw attention to ourselves. But not only wise women lived with us under the same roof. I saw the privileged ones shouting at each other in high-pitched voices that the opera singers would envy. Not far away, a factual opera singer cut a hamburger in half and shoved it down the throat of a skinny woman across from her. A couple of other people who could go to a regular prison started strangling their opponents, which authorized the wardens to pull out sophisticated electronic devices.

"This violence is unjustifiable!"

I recognized that voice well. That's why I didn't understand the context and thought I was crazy. Sylvia Brunkow shouted it and, luckily, surprised the rest of the inmates enough to calm them down. She entered the dining hall through the other end between the four wardens, the Manabe guy holding her hand.

"As a signatory, I call on like-minded people to tolerate restrained brethren and be prepared to defend their position before inspection."

Roberta pushed her plate closer but only tore the hamburger into pieces rather than eating it.

I know it when people get along worse and worse in the same room.

I pounded on the bathroom door, which I didn't want to enter. "I'll let you know ten minutes before I want to go there. You'll lock yourself in the cupboard, and I'll call you when you can come back. You'll meet Larissa's roommates in the dining hall and talk to them. If I see you sometime other than on the way and at PE, I'll tell those people what happened. And you know what I sent you today!"

Zita Shitpiece howled as if both her feet were cut off and planted her stumps in a mountain of salt.

Great. That suited her wonderfully, even though I sent her only a picture of a barbed wire loop. I went to bed. As Therese looked at me, I slammed my fist on the bedside table. "I know what you want to like to signal to me. If you try to do that today, I bite your fingers off. If you try to go to her, I tear your tendons."

I rolled towards the wall. Every day, I find a way to punish Zita Shitpiece. She panicked about her parents and destroyed her friends because of them. Larissa may be dead. Jenine may be dead. Mayson is playing with us, unclear what he learned.

"I hate her, too," Therese confessed.

I laughed. It was one of the most painful sounds I've ever made. I hated Therese's saintliness and innocence, but someone liked it, and I had the excuse of having such a person around. Zita Shitpiece may have murdered her innocence. And that was a crime for which any penalty was too light.

The two of us have read your words,” Manabe said in a voice that spoke loudly but remained calm. "I know you have enough sense to understand them and enough responsibility to know what might await you. It's a challenge for me." He raised his arm. "I said something similar a long time ago. So I assume you agree with me and wish to become assistants to men like me." He fell silent, but his eyes scanned the entire dining hall. "I apologize for all the hardships. Your families will hear of them soon."

Those who hadn't signed the petition looked at each other or the signatories, while the brave fools only stared at Manabe.

"I also want you to get a better station in life, but you have to prove yourselves first." He put an arm around Sylvia. "Mrs. Brunkow is a capable person, as we can see from her teaching profession. I intend to employ her. I want to grant a special work permit to any of you who will support my and Councilman Olsson's leadership shortly. For now, I urge you to remain calm, and I will also speak privately with Mrs. Brunkow's lovely wife."

“I'd love to talk to the three of you.” Roberta stood up. “But I want you to give my roommate Stacey Hamilton a chance, too.”

Someone has to protect Sylvia.

"Who exactly are you?" Olsson asked me dismissively.

They allowed me to sit with them in the principal's office, where the central element, the principal, was missing.

The Brunkows turned to me, waiting for my answer. Roberta sat in the chair opposite Olsson. Sylvia was closer to Manabe. I sat aside. I deliberately didn't answer the person who asked me.

"I rebelled against the system long before Roberta shitted herself over here with the idea of benefits for herself and her better half. Don't tell me you´ve forgotten the samples of involuntary zoophile porn from our beloved home? Don't tell me you didn't use them politically "Don't say you never wondered who took them out of the system for you?"

"Damasio and his juggernaut!" Manabe said.

Olsson folded his hands in his lap. “It seems that this institution has never functioned properly.”

I bared my teeth, and it wasn't a pretty smile. "Even centuries of re-education wouldn't turn us into fragile birds in a cage!"

"You have been useful," Olsson said. "But the true power and competence lies within this lady." He stroked Roberta´s hand. "When I found out about my children, I thought it was a triumph. I had to receive her message to realize I was walking to the place Green wanted me to be."

Oh, yes. They didn´t know about Larissa and were grateful to Roberta for everything. I, the doubting hen, wasn´t going to rely on Brunkow´s acting prowess and spoke in her sted. "I think you have in mind that scenario for Green. That speech in the dining room. He will feel that you have challenged his authority."

"He thinks much of himself even when he rages but ends up being weaker, more vulnerable, like all men," Manabe said.

"Except for the vulnerable people in his vicinity," I said. I turned to Manabe. "You better be honest about giving us honorable station."

Olsson clasped his hands together as if in prayer, and his face took on a terrible expression. He was interested in me and the Brunkows but still unreadable. "Your abilities are unquestionable. We must do only a few observations to judge where we place you."

"We are human beings," I reminded him. "We do this because we want to return to our lives as we led them."

Olsson leaned back in his chair. "You are not and never will be the visionary. The state cannot survive unless it aligns its instruments. I am an instrument of the Conclave - that itself being an instrument of the Princeps. And the Princeps is expected to protect the system that is the source of his power. We cannot do not what we want but what our function requires. That's how my children were born, after all."

"Did you make them out of obligation?" I asked.

Olsson moved the corners of his lips in what might have been a smile. "My greatest love lives with us. His name is Bartholemew. But the state needs more people, so I and my marital partner fulfilled the shared duty of living organisms."

He leaned towards me. "It's a question of discipline. Do you want something? Fight, learn, and obey for it."

So you won't be impressed by my tits, you bastard, I thought. You're even immune to my ass. "We'll deal with that later," I resigned myself. "What do you think Green will do? He´ll come over here and watch you try to help your children. What are you going to do then?"

“Green is already here,” Manabe explained.

"What?!"

"He's staying at that little military base of his and has made a few trips to the Tower."

"He knows me well," Olsson said. "He knows I'd show up with my squad of men. I'll let him think it's happening. I need to see how far he's willing to go." He paused. “And then I'll turn it into his accusation."

"I look forward to that trial," Roberta said.

"As you should be," affirmed Olsson."I will decide on your marriage, job, and morality points within the credit system. A lot of that will depend on you as a witness, saying some truths and some of my inventions."

Manabe took the floor. "And as you said, lady," he told Sylvia. "The group of signatories cannot be persecuted if we declare the text inspired by the spirit of our movement. We will invite them to a second time signing. This time under our charter. Our movement will offer them its protection, and we will see how diligent they will be."

I had no intention of asking how he or anyone else would treat the less diligent. I couldn´t improve anyone's situation now, only my own. “I'm privy to a broad conspiracy anyway,” I told Manabe. "I must attend to your business."

“I agree,” Manabe said, patting me on the shoulder. "I'm constantly expanding my team of female enforcers of my will. I keep my wives on the tip of their toes, and it makes me feel like a knight." To my surprise, he stood and knelt in front of me. "Do you have a chastity belt, my lady?"

"Y-Yes."

“That in itself is romantic.“ He unabashedly hiked my skirt and kissed me just below my navel. "If you want to belong to me, stand in the middle of the room, take your clothes off, and swear your allegiance to me."

I sighed. Olsson is the only one in the group who will not enjoy this. I walked out in front of them. I knew I couldn't let my face stay still. One moment my mouth was open in a sweet smile, and the next, I gave it an expression that was equal parts lecherous, and retarded. I made sure that every touch of the fabric of my dress, every unbuttoning of my dress, was erotic. As I stood naked in front of them all, Manabe began to loosen his tight pants. He and Sylvia stared at my chest, perhaps wondering why my breasts lacked the gravitational field. Olsson nodded in agreement.

"I do solemnly swear..."

"Ms. Hamilton, please turn and arch your bottom while talking."

“Cross your legs slightly.”

I began to regret drawing attention to myself. I showed my lower parts and loudly, clearly, and humbly recited my assurances of willingness to cooperate and listen to Manabe.

"Stay as you are. We'll seal our deal with a little baptism."

I clasped my knees. As expected, I felt the shimmer of Manabe´s wet glans against my thighs and even my calves. I moved rhythmically. Not to avoid him, of course, but to enjoy it and prolong the experience, though I was anxious to get it over with. Quickly. The shimmer of his pubic hair filled me with dread as his sensitive skin hardened. He ventured higher and higher, brushing against the metal of my chastity belt.

"Now press it and jerk back."

He was swimming between my legs like a fish, and although it was shocking, my pussy - another traitor - was beginning to prepare a small pond for him.

Manabe held me on my back with one hand, the knuckles of the other pressing against my thighs from behind. He was helping himself to cum quicker.

The fluid of my public humiliation splashed across the floor of Mayson's office, but some of it still stuck to the inside of my thighs, and Manabe was still rubbing his cock and his hand against me.

"Thank you and your oath, Ms. Hamilton. Now, turn around and lie down on the table. Your girlfriends need to lick it off."

There were more frequent days during the inspection, divided among all three, four for some of us, educational blocks. Meaning that we were slaves in every way, but we changed them more quickly, and I could express my authority like a guy when someone fell or tripped in the PE. I saw how Roberta does it.

Due to the variety of activities, I could see why they saturate us with caffeine before sex. Cindy, whom we hadn't seen since the morning, finished her cup in one go and still needed a few drops from me. "I could write a better speech than Manabe's. Hell, my friend Augusta could write something better, and she was writing mediocre crime novels. They still see us as nothing more than toys."

“They're able to negotiate,” Sylvia called out to her. That was true. Manabe took what he wanted, but he wasn't rude about it like Shawn. I always found it to swallow before Lovemaking. "They represent a more hopeful future," I admitted, half convinced.

"We can ask Mickey over there. She claims to be a medium," Cindy jerked her head towards the table by the wall.

I didn't have to use superstitious idiocy to guess my future. I knew the darkness that awaited me in a few minutes.

That's when I entered Shawn's room and found the monster standing next to the bed instead of lying on it. I waited for him to speak first. He reached into a bag.

"I think it's best if we make sure you don't say anything at all," he informed me, and I nodded listlessly. He fished a bridle-like gag out of the bag. I liked that he rarely wanted to hear a single word from me. I gagged in his presence anyway.

As soon as he had fixed the metal bar between my teeth, he looked at me. "I haven't improved you much. You have to your face. It´s useless anyway." He pulled the bag over my head, in which someone managed to pierce a couple of holes, but my eyes wouldn't have recognized anything while running away.

Most of all, I had to feel. I felt like I was on death row, but instead of a noose, Shawn's hands were roughly massaging my neck. They unfastened the underwear on my chest and weighed down my tits. They pulled away surprisingly quickly. I hoped he wasn´t enjoying me anymore, but he simply hadn't pulled out his toy. I heard an unpleasant sound and figured something was rubbing the blanket. Then, a small piece of metal pinched my nipples uncomfortably, and I thought it went south. Although I had experienced this sensation many times in Holy Submission, Shawn wanted me to suffer and shake all over before I went to him the next time. I straightened up slightly on the bed and moved my breasts. I sensed some cords attached.

"I'm hungry for fried chicken breasts today!"

The electric current began to part my boobs. My nipples felt as if being gripped by the hot pliers. It added to a spasm spreading across my chest. My treasures were being simultaneously plucked and roasted.

"AWWWMGHHHH!" Even with that thing in my mouth, I could make some sounds.

"Glad that it affects you. I might add of voltage."

I thought I was going to puke. Not only because of the pain in my boobs but mainly because I was suffocating. I counted every microsecond, unable to breathe regularly or lift my little finger. I was going crazy even when the current suddenly stopped.

"If you don't want me to put a third degree in your tits, you'll spread your legs, and then you'll get what you need."

I would have done it myself, but the scumbag needed to prevail.

I listened to him. It had to end.

All of it.

Shawn unclipped the cover from my pussy and even freed one of my sore nipples. I breathed through my nose.

He finished the sequence of teasing, caressing, and penetrating by pinching my clit between two fingers. Instead of the expected massage, the sensitive nub was clamped, and I feared my sphincter would give out. He wanted to run electricity through both my tit and pussy. I had to stop him. No, I didn't have the strength to attack him, and even if I did, they'd probably introduce my stomach to a knife and my ass to the electric chair. However, using the lingering strength in my hands, I grabbed the blanket and threw it so it covered me and Shawn. I rolled to the edge and let my half-lifeless form fall on the floor.

"How dare you, you smelly whore-cunt!"

I didn't wait for him to press it. Still partially wrapped in a blanket, I ripped off the clamps and hid under the bed. Yes, it was cowardly, but sometimes, one has to listen to the fear if she wants to survive.

The Heirs rooms are watched just like ours, and it is necessary to alert the wardens if they cross the line during Lovemaking, so they burst in before his arms could pull me out. It was one of the few times a woman could hurt him, so he calmed down to prevent that from happening. I already felt like I was on my way to the grave. The question remained whether my saviors would take me to my destination.

"She overreacted!" I heard Shawn repeat this mantra whenever the wardens he was chasing, closed in on him. "She was sensitive to pain, but no one threatened her life!"

I tried not to think about him and was glad no one answered. When someone finally responded…

"You're right," Michelle, the warden, assured him to my dismay. " I will write a protocol with her as soon as possible, and decide on her punishment."

"I can't hear properly," I croaked on the bed. "If I got another shock, no one would do anything with me and he would be guilty of murder or manslaughter!"

Shawn walked over to my bed with a wry smile. "I showed them the last setup. It wasn't dangerous for you, and when I threatened to put more in you... Well, who can prove to me that I wasn't just making empty threats? I know that I am forbidden to turn you into a corpse, but none of the conditions prevent me from making you want to die, and that-"¨

"And you'll have to say goodbye to that," said the voice of a man who wasn't even fully in the infirmary yet.

“Sorry, fellow Manabe,” Shawn declaimed. “Are you going to act like a brigand and rob me of my mistress?"

"I'd like those breasts for myself, of course," Manabe replied. "However, as a member of the Inspection, I cannot afford to do so. I believe that even if you have not broken the rules in their exact wording, you have neglected your duties as a teacher and compromised the quality of our goods. I am afraid that your ward will be reassigned to someone else. You can stay here to fulfill your duties on the Coordination Council."

"Okay," Shawn breathed. "Might is right," though I think he said that as a threat, not an admission of defeat.

Continues in part b