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Agatha

Let's say I found myself in a situation not unfamiliar to me. I was sitting in a chair, my tits breathing freely under my shirt, my hands cuffed behind the backrest, and my legs spread tied to two other chairs, my Mexican pussy opening before the eyes of men who were hardly human anymore. I had not seen them because I was blindfolded, but I knew of something distinguishing today from my usual experience. These guys had guns and knives, and I didn't know what they were going to put into my pussy first.

 Should I explain to you why I was in danger, how many of these guys there were, and how likely this was the end of the sexiest girl around? In our Princess Tower, passion draws its strength from power on the one hand and the feeling of unbearable abuse on the other.

For that reason, the Shieldmaidens resisted, and since our prospects were changing as quickly as a chameleon's skin, they occasionally patted each other on the back and whispered that they wanted to meet so that someone could scratch them there. Montie and Claudia invited me into one of the sports equipment cabinets. There were seven of us in swimsuits, so we've got a lucky number.

 "What happened to you?" I asked. Claudia supported Montie, but her roommates Ruby and Nicole stabilized her shoulders. " Adriana and Roxanne, the ex-militaries, circled cautiously around them.

"Prefect arrested Alice," Caludia said.

"Th-they're going after those who created the show," Montie stammered. "I'm next, I'm next, I'M NEXT!

"Yeah," I nodded in agreement. "Zita told me she saw our friend in an undesirable place. Green is tearing her cunt with a needle." 

"You're not in a brothel," Nicole shouted.

"Sorry, retard," I apologized sincerely. "I would save her if I could, but we already have protection. Sophia is the Principal and a cunning one. She-" 

"How could she protect us if she couldn't protect Alice?!" Ruby shouted.

I was annoyed. My dream had come true. My best friend is a top bitch, and I stand behind her throne. 

"That happened a few days after the change of guards. Sophia would not allow another arrest."

" She allowed the dishonor of the Shieldmaidens," Claudia said. "Montserrat, I don't think you need to worry. It doesn't mean Green won't try to torture another of our army." She made a few steps away from Montie and towards me. "When they rejected our petition, they proved they have never meant well for us, but snatching the Alice is shitting on us."

"We'll sneak up on Green," Ruby said. "Should we free her-"

"If we try, we'll get Sophia fired," I said. "We can't attack, we can't help Alice to run, we won't have anyone to prevent Green from skinning us alive."

"And they took our weapons from us," Adriana pointed out.

I sighed. Alice wasn't my friend, but I hated Green, and this was a blow to our newfound confidence. " I'll talk to Sophie. She tells me a lot. She can listen for once."

"Sophia is incapable of freeing either Mayson or Alice," Nicole said. "If you value the freedom, find someone whose hands aren't tied."

"Sooner or later, the Shieldmaidens will get their resurrection," Claudia showed her teeth.

"As in our episode "The Succubus and the Shadow Order of Zombies," Montie remembered her fantasy roots.

We returned to the pool, and I wanted to stay in the cold, fresh water.

Shieldmaidens have never chosen a leader. I dunno, but I always thought I was the best woman to take up the mantle. If I were forced to name a reason, I would say my sex appeal is hard to confiscate weapon, and Sophia cherished my ability to give guys what they want and then want to repeat with me and me alone.

"One Heir was disrupting our meetings," she told me over the warden's walkie-talkie. "Lucas Balaban. Fitzpatrick said he regularly gossiped about me, and it would be a while before his mother called him. His inmate bores him, and he says that he is not interested in sex, but I don't believe that from a guy. I think he would need a boost in the form of a naughtier mistress."

I promised her that after the experience with me, Lucas would either fall asleep for two days or write me love letters all night.  

 I came to his room unannounced, but when he let me in, he didn't send me away. He sat up on the bed and stared at me. I could see that he had a thicker belly, but his cute face compensated for it.

"A comforting service is coming," I told him. "I heard we had someone sad here." I wasn't wearing a Lovemaking outfit, but a long red coat that covered me from behind. When I unbuttoned it, however, Lucas get a view of the stockings and the garter belt of the same color. Otherwise, he could only see my darker skin, which he could soon touch and get under it.

Come here to me!" exclaimed Lucas. From Texas, by the sound of it.

I tried not to contradict the clients, but the boy needed more. I threw my coat on the floor with a sharp movement. I walked quickly to his bed and suddenly turned sharply toward his desk. I lay on my back on it and spread my legs. "Stand up and use all your members!"

He left the bed with a rather stumbling step. He squinted but gradually grew more confident. He had to move because the most powerful part of a man's body, that which causes and signals his inner transformation pulled him toward me. His glans were pointing at me as a place he wanted to go, like a boy asking his dad to jump in the pool, maybe to visit half-naked girls.

"You may be a whore, but Green is a bigger one," Lucas said dreamily.

"It's a too good a name for Green, and most of all, he won't offer you this." I exercised my legs again.

"He's a coward. My family controls a much larger territory than Wyoming with their money. He can never hurt us, but he will use his power to keep us here and use us." Lucas pulled out a purple dildo from the side table and approached me. He admired my cunt.

"That's the thing about the law. It always comes from either strength or momentary passion," I explained to him.  "The law was often against us prostitutes, but the passion was on our side, so we were stronger. And here, Green is stronger."

"Luckily I still have some strength left," Lucas said, and against my expectations, he turned on the dildo and pushed it into my cunt without much preparation. I squirmed and opened my mouth at him defiantly, expecting his cock to be there, but Lucas only pinched my tits.

"Turn around," he said suddenly and added a slap on my ass from below.

Ah, so I won't be able to watch. I regretted it, but at least I turned on my stomach carefully so as not to lose the divine toy of pleasure in my insides.

I had to be consistent, so I pouted at Heir. He gets to separate cheeks himself. I could feel his fingers go about working together to do that. My asshole must have been exposed, but his cock caressed both halves so far. For a moment, he even let them squeeze his manhood. It warmed me up nicely, and I began to hump. All the while, my mechanical friend was teasing me in my feminine places.

At one point, Lucas split my ass again. I didn't feel anything for a moment, and then he inserted his long, hard tool into the entrance of my bowels. Although I had been stretched over the years of practice, now I was surprised by the pain.

"AHHH- slower, please!"

He grabbed my throat with his arm and sped up. I felt my resistance motivating even him more as the dildo continued its parody of tenderness long after I had climaxed, long after Lucas had defiled my ass and laid me on the table. He was panting terribly, and I prayed to God to get up and take the damn thing out!

He lay down beside me. "You really don't want to hold it to your room?" he asked, reveling in the implied threat. "Don't worry, I'll support Arnolph if he sends me at least two pairs of similar holes a couple of times a day!"

He left my dildo there and increased the vibration on it to torment me. Only then could I go somewhere where I could consider how long I could afford to be here without sex. Most guys are bastards who look at the administrator, even the artist and all they see is a piece of meat.

I was lethargic at dinner, unable to respond to my friends. After yesterday's experience, when I had to leave the room, Sophia told me a few things that made me stop trusting our smartypant Zita completely. I didn't focus on anything around me. We were eating some food and a cube of light above us showed us a brutal hologram of bound Thompson.

That image has been transformed into something else several times, sometimes into Sophia, sometimes into that clown Green, but today, it disappeared, and the melodies of two whole songs were heard in the dining hall. One was Ode to Joy and the other was our new national anthem, First Duke's March.

Another face appeared in the cube. A man, but more handsome than Green. A face with famous cheekbones and amazing long black hair.

Fucking Princeps Juan Fucking Gilbert.´

Juan looked around as if he could see us. Then those eyes turned serious and he spoke condescendingly.

"It saddens me when I have to comfort the weakest and most vulnerable members of our society, but at the same time, I draw strength from it. Me, who won't be standing on top of it anymore in a short time -"

Even snoring sounds more ingenious. Powerful guys are the most annoying because, like all guys, they talk, and they can make people either listen to their babble or pretend to listen to it. I only started paying attention when he started shouting.

"Prefect Green, you can stay where you are, but I appeal to your reason! Thanks to you, the situation in Washington has escalated, and Councilman Olsson has worked wonders. Under the leadership of Timothy Cooper, the hosts of emigrants have expressed their support for him and are begging us to come back, and believe me, they are not traitors! I'm prepared to think that they have been expelled from our country by elements like you!"

Juan paused and lifted his chin.

 "Start with small steps. I believe Daniel Mayson is a shady person. However, I want the current leadership of the Princess Tower to be able to talk to him. That will show that you respect my authority."

The cube faded again. None of us girls said anything. We couldn't swallow another bite, and our cutlery was hanging above our plates. We were a little relaxed thanks to the hologram of Sophia appearing above us. She had a much shorter speech. She bowed and said, "Thank you, my Princeps!" And it went out.

Green appeared immediately. He sputtered. I didn't want to listen to him. He was questioning the authenticity of the message. Shouted about the danger of the emigrants. He promised that Mayson would always be under his control.

It made me think.

It made me think more than when I was having fun, when I was being protected, or when I was gaining power.  I knew what I said to Sophia tomorrow would make me someone else, and I devoted every thought to it. It wasn't until tonight that a few thoughts penetrated my dreams.

Me, her, us. I see myself when I was a wife. Me – actually she – is cooking kale, but I'm watching myself from the table. Making lunch for myself? That makes sense, but why am I in two places? Housewife-Me has her eyes closed, she keeps humming something, but she doesn't turn to me. I am holding a baby in my hands, definitely my son. Did Housewife-Me give him to me? Can I play with him? I would love to, but he is too heavy. Maybe one of the two other women at the table would have taken him. They both look like me too, and they both laugh. They only get serious when they look at me.

"Bare your tits! She's hungry, she doesn't scream just because she's shy!" This girl is not shy. She shows her tits and the other one starts sucking on both of them alternately, as if she was enjoying tequila. Her tongue even turns into a snake on Bare Tits- Me. It splits itself in two so that it can go into more of her holes, and the shameless one likes it. She sighs and a geyser of rubies rises from her throat to the ceiling.

I obey her and offer the baby to drink from my tit. But what did the half-naked woman say? "She" is hungry?

The thing I'm breastfeeding isn't my son? A memory of the child you were. Someone told me something like that once. Can this child be me too?

Snake-Tongued-Me pulls her tongue out of Half-Naked-Me and laughs. "I've never seen you here before, but I rule here. Introduce yourself. How did you get here? Why have you changed? What happened out there?"

"There's a fight out there between Princeps and Prefect," I say, though I soon realize she probably didn't want to hear it. "Princeps might marry Sophia!" Was it really like that or am I already confused about the waking world?

"I want to marry the Princeps!" said Snake-Tongued-Me, emphatically.

"Why did you leave my husband?" asks Housewife-Me, confused.

"It's not about who we marry!" I objected. "We have to protect ourselves and we must attack the one who tried to hurt us!"

"Then why it looks like you can't help yourself?" said Snake-Tongued-Me, letting the snakes flick me in the face. I shoved Housewife-Me aside and grabbed a knife from the sink. I swung myself fast enough to pin the snake to the table. Half-Naked-Me jumped at me and took a mallet from the sink. I eluded her but Baby-Me started to cry. While singing a lullaby, I reached into the drainer and pulled a bow and arrows.

"Leave me alone or I'll shoot you!" I promised my previous versions. I stepped back into the door and pointed an arrow at each Agatha.

"Don't go out!" pleaded Housewife-Me. "You said it wasn't safe there!"

"But I will only see you there in the mirror!" I walked backward out of the house and shot in front of me just to be sure.

"Why should your friends come?" FitzPatrick was nagging, but I was still looking at Sophia, and she knew that I sometimes had brilliant ideas, even though I had to underestimate myself in front of people to get them to take me seriously.

 "Because they have fuller heads and harder brains, but they will still tell you they agree," I said confidently. "And because it can't be done without them."

"We'll bring them," Sophia agreed, resting her arms on the table. "But we'll wait. I hope you have thought your plan through."

All the members of my recent private meeting came to the Principal's office except Montie. Her place was taken by Carl, Nicol's Heir. I summarized what I had planned, and Sophia didn't speak for five minutes.

"Do you want to kill me?" she asked. "If I kidnap Daniel, Green will order the soldiers to rape us, cut off our hands, and kill us in the same hour!"

 "Can't you appreciate your ally?" asked Nicol. "Green has us partially surrounded, but he is surrounded by Princeps."

"And here begins the second part, which I have kept for greater effect," I said. "Once Mayson is ours, you will report to the Princeps that the Prefect resisted you, and you had to take him by force. Maybe he'll be angry, but maybe it will also tickle his dick nicely that he'll now be able to go into battle against Green. Everyone will see what a man he was and that his enemies had to tremble before him until the end of his term."

Sophia wrinkled her eyebrows. "I'll call him first. This will not happen without his blessing. But do you know I can't give you any weapons?"

Carl stepped in front of the Principal. "The girls will carry some fake ones," he assured her. "I'll be the genuine one."

"And how am I supposed to understand that?"

"Green is afraid that something will happen to Heirs. So, I'll serve as a hostage," he clarified his role and pointed to FitzPatrick. "His relationship with you is becoming clear to people, so I must step in to make them uncertain."

"We can afford to do it, unlike your wardens," Claudia said. "In the end, Princeps will free you, and you will free Alice," Nicole added contentedly.

Sophia got up and came up to me. She grabbed my armrests and bent down to me so that her long nose almost poked me in the eye.

"You will surprise them. That will be your task. You'll be like ghosts and won't let anything happen to any of Green's people."

 I smiled contentedly. "Ghosts? Thompson would be happy for you. We'll look like ghosts, too."

One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Six... We stole six toques from the kitchen, cut them up, and made holes for the eyes. When we put them on our heads, we looked like a catering service for the KKK. 

Princeps obviously approved of our brilliant idea and let his wives blow him off because, in the evening, Sophia and Carl sent us to a room where Dorothy looked at us with shady eyes in an unbuttoned warden's uniform. She was standing next to sitting IT guy with a thick red beard and some white hair.

"I can't get to the Security, but my access code still holds up," Dorothy explained. "We need you to get to Mayson's cell between 8:45 p.m. and 8:52 p.m. This may be the last eight minutes that the access code will be valid.  Arnolph tells you that all her wardens will give you a clear way out. Once outside, your hostage will have to scream loudly. Green's soldiers will panic. If you're quick, they'll let you in. No one will interfere with your progress to the cells, especially if they don't know they're open."

"Is Arnolph ready to take over the Security then? " Adriana wanted to know. 

Dorothy shrugged. "Just like Princeps is prepared to drop the bombs on Green's positions." 

 In the end, the bombs fall, but first, the sex bombs have to do the work.

 In the end, the bombs fall, but first, the sex bombs have to do the work.

I wanted nothing more than to punch the right arrogant noses. From the smallest one to the biggest one. One thing made me uneasy. I felt like Ursula many months ago. She also became a terrorist, cheated, and took hostages. She ended badly. I reminded myself that she didn't have friends like that. I thought it would differentiate the winner from the loser.

According to the records, Carl wanted to enjoy our presence. He was the reason we were all in the Lounge with him. He just never urged us to put our toques on our heads and hold a plastic knife to his throat. In the Tower itself, he didn't even make a sound, but with a breath of fresh air, his plea carried through. "They kidnapped me, help! I want to see my home again!"

Green's soldiers took notice. So did the wardens, this time preventing the first group from trying out their weapons on us. Carl screamed again, but my wrist on his Adam's apple let him know that I wanted to yell now.

"Safe passage to the Security!" I demanded.  I turned my head carefully to the left. As Sophia and I agreed afterward, a covered wagon stood there, lacking people, but two rifles lay in the back. After all, the Principal had managed to secretly send us weapons in good faith that we would not end up using them. However, we jumped into the car. Adriana took the wheel, and Roxie prepared herself for the possibility that she might have to shoot. It was ridiculous for us and the audience how short the drive was, and we gave the right of way to another car just before Security.

The Wardens outside opened the door immediately and there were only two armed women and Michelle waiting for us inside.

"I want to be taken to the Principal Mayson 's cell,” I yelled as menacingly as I could.

Michelle looked unusually thoughtful. Yet it couldn't be brighter in her head than it was here in the corridor.  "If you like, we'll show you all the cells one by one," she said. "To see that Mayson is no longer here. Prefect Green ordered us to take him to Arnolph a few minutes before you arrived. We put him in the car so that nothing would happen to him outside, and he'll be in the Principal's office by now."

The hand in which I was holding the plastic knife froze. I wasn't even sure if my feet felt solid ground. 

 "You had him transported a few meters by car?" asked Adriana.

"As I said, you can see for yourself. But we are in a different situation now. We must ask you to release the hostage. I can bring cookies if you like." Thunders of gunshots rang out behind the wall.

"Out!" I commanded in complete panic. Some of us opened the door, and we all backed up. When we got our bearings outside, we saw about five Heirs running across the grounds, even in shorts or with backpacks on their backs. "Try to stop us," they shouted, and people have been trying, no matter how many wardens got between them and the soldiers.

We didn't wait for anything. The moment when the third shot rang out, we quickly jumped into the car. Without Mayson but still with Carl. Adriana started the engine, and I looked out the window. At that moment, an interesting change took place. The soldiers stopped chasing the Heirs, but most started firing in our direction. The hood and glass held up, but after a jolt, at least one tire said goodbye to us.

"Get out quickly!" I didn't know which of us had shouted it, but I agreed. Five of us jumped out at the back and headed for the circle of the wardens. I tried to follow them, but behind me, someone ripped off the door to the control cabin, and someone squeezed my elbow so hard that I immediately dropped the knife, and the panting Carl fell to the floor.

...and the panting Carl fell to the floor.

...and the panting Carl fell to the floor.

This was where my narration behind the blindfolded eyes ended, and it could not find any new sentences of story to tell. I told you at the beginning that I was captured here. Vulnerable to eight armored guys in some tent. I could find no joy in being chained to the chairs and hated by angry men who were also lecherous in the nastiest way possible.

"You had sex with her, Lucas?"

"I must have the prettiest dick that was ever inserted in her CD unit," the familiar voice joked.

"You mean USB port for the tiny connector," a crueler, unseen man said. 

Cruz. Madre Díos. I hate him since he reminds me of myself.

"Why is she still here?" an older guy asked incredulously. This was not an Heir but a male enforcer.

"We want other cunts to come to her rescue," Cruz said. "We'll send the message to our mole, telling her that Arnolph should think we don't want to give her to you. These hens may be tempted to deprive us of their accomplice, but all they will find will be a mix of jizz and cold meat, and we will hold more pussies for Prefect's interrogators."

Someone came on a light footsteps, possibly two women.   

"Gotta catch them all, Cruz?" Jesus, that bitch Bellinda.

"One screaming painslut wouldn't be enough. A million wouldn't be enough, but I won't let them hide. I want them to suffer for their nut-sized brains!"

The new voice supported him. "If we have more of those fanatics, Arnolph will be under further stress and forced to cooperate with Mayson and the Prefect." I didn't hear her often, but I eventually remembered the strange hoarse speech of Oriona, that girl in the tuxedo with the man's hair.

"I saw Mayson," Cruz said. "He wants to save his ass, and he knows that will be impossible unless someone slaps Arnolph around. Good thing we knew about the foolishness." 

This had to stop.

"You 've got me!" I shouted. "Tell the Prefect I will testify that Sophia wanted us to strike without Princeps agreeing, forcing his hand. He won't have to catch the other girls, and I want him to release Alice. You see, we were scared because he arrested her!"

"That is a silly suggestion," Cruz objected.

"The bitch is offering something," the deep voice of the male enforcer said. "And you 're not a Prefect, lad!"

"If you want to take her and go on a colossal waste of time, I know better than to turn our exchange of opinions into a pissing contest," Cruz said. "But I have to meet our mole, and suppose your colleague could accompany me?"

"Dennis, I'll take the whore, you take the whoreson. As for the others, go back to your rooms!"

Some massive hands untied my legs from the other chairs, lifted me, and an equally muscular knee kicked my ass to march me forward. 

I have felt outside with all its cold and stench, knowing full well that I would be grateful not to drown in my shit, but life is about other things. I have to save good, honest girls like Alice and Shieldmaidens, no matter what happens to politicians like Sophia. I like her, but I have to say goodbye to what she represents.

"Why are you here? You can't find your way back to your room? A little suggestion. It's part of a building."

"I know that woman," Oriona said. I still stepped forward, but the brute kicked me and wrapped his around my waist. "You probably know many of them. Aren't you one of those cook masks?"

"No, I'm surprised at the way she behaves. Come to me, Officer, I want to talk about what will happen to her."

I heard a short swishing sound.

"Argh! What have you done? You cunt, give me your hand!"

"What about the other one?"

There was that sound again.

"I know who you... I know who you..."

"What if I told you this was no ordinary tranquilizer but something that would ensure you would never know anything?"

"You would murddd…"

His speech grew quieter and heavier. I heard a thud and then a clinking.

Oriona finally took off the scarf that was blocking my vision. She had a damned ugly face, but I was relieved to see something.

"We need to get him into the tent," she said and unlocked my handcuffs with a key that might not be hers. I noticed she wore simple mechanical bracelets with empty holes on her arms. I looked down at the lethargic enforcer and saw one dart above his left foot.

"Were you serious? Is he dead?" I asked, stretching my free wrists.

"No, it might just take some time before he regains consciousness. And even after that, it will take some time for him to remember what happened." We brought the body into the tent and Oriona took me sideways. "I have a tent of my own. We all have been using them from the days of the hunt for Thompson. I need to check you to see if you have any bugs on your body. "

We went into her place where I could lie down on the bed and she took her scanner to me. "It may be paranoia, but sometimes they do that to ensure the prisoners won't escape." She did not spare a single millimeter of my body as she searched me with that grey tortoise-like thing. 

"No, thankfully, you are clear."

"So, you are Sophia's mole mole in Cruz's group," I broke the silence.

"Yes, but Green has one too and that is probably Dorothy," Oriona stated. "Not that it matters much. Carl said private things to his friends and they fell on the wrong ears."

That reminded me... "Where is Carl anyway?" 

„In the infirmary with Green's man behind the door. This will complicate things but with some luck on our side, the Princeps will find a pretense to attack."

"Boys being boys," I sighed and I couldn't help but notice Oriona looked at me very passionately. 

"I always wanted to be a boy, but my dad wouldn't approve of the surgery." Oriona sighed. "At the same time, I wanted it so much. To dress like men, to be like men. To fuck women."

"I can arrange the last one for you." I turned around and shook my ass. Before I could turn back, Oriona's arm wrapped around my neck, touching my chest, where her fingers took a moment to find out exactly where my nipple was, playing with it through my dress for a while.

"I've wanted to show someone like you what I can do for a long time!" The Heiress pulled away, so I turned back to her. Oriona removed her jacket, laying it on a chair, and button after button she undid the shirt . Finally, she pulled it out of her pants and stood in front of me from the waist up, almost naked. Her boobs weren't that small. She proudly displayed them in a cherry-red bra.

"Will you show me your lower part too?" I asked lasciviously.

"Shut up and undress!" She screamed. Well, I forgot. She's a man.

I took off all my clothes, shedding the shreds.  Oriona looked at me greedily. I didn't feel shy, but I put the expression on. I think it made her horny. She pulled me in and sat me on her lap like a cute little daughter. Jeans tickled my pussy pleasantly, but I felt more pleasure when our lips began to taste each other. Oriona took off her bra, so our boobies also rubbed each other. But Oriona felt at a disadvantage compared to my tits, so she leaned me back and bent in the same direction. Her nipples were tickling me soon and I might even laugh if the tongue of my lover hadn't stopped me.

Oriona must have been thrilled to rule my mouth, so she moved on to another base. She spread her two fingers and thrust them into my cunt and my asshole. I lifted myself to give her more room to her hand, and she took advantage of it. She sank into me, causing me pleasure and pain at the same time. She went deeper and deeper into me, and I tried to reciprocate with my tongue. As for the surface of our bodies, my nipples stiffened me and her. We teased each other with them, and when we sometimes broke a kiss, one of us would run over the other's belly. It was an exclusive mini-massage, and my orgasm was building. Oriona wasn't as frantic as the men when she did it to me, and she wasn't as skilled as Sophia, but she didn't seem like a clumsy novice. She must have imagined it a thousand times when her fingers met her lonely cunt.

She scratched my head with the fingers she had stuck in my holes a moment ago. "Let's take a look at the Principal's office. Arnolph may be going through a lot right now, but we should reassure her that we have been able to free you. She and Mayson... They will probably have to change a lot."

We dressed enthusiastically and left the tent. We looked around, but no one watched us in the dead of night. I thought that the darkness would soon be replaced by the sun and the silence would remain unbroken until we reached the Tower. But something came from the forest that I heard relatively recently. Shot. But an unexpected combination followed. A woman's laughter and a man's grunting.