Continuation from part a

I was scared of what awaited me, but I obeyed. While my lips tasted the wood, the Prefect's hands pulled up my skirt and, worse, tore my panties in half. Jesus, before I came here, the only times anyone ever brought pain to my ass was twice when I had to set it to Mom to see for myself how hard her palm could be.

I felt a rod running across the skin on my ass.

"Do you swear that you're ashamed of anything you've done in the past against the leadership?"

 "I do."

The rod ran briskly over the droplets of sweat on the small of my back and stroked the tops of the arched, seductive behind. Green tapped me with the end of the stick in a way I knew he would like to use his fingers on me.

 SWISH!! SWISH!!!

Twice, he slashed me, the first time very high, the second time just below the first blow, and I could feel my red affected skin merging into long stripes, stretching from one side to the other. I forced myself to make my scream sound like a sexy and silly "Owie, owieee" and even to make my squirming work slutty. When Green scooped my cheeks with a cane, I froze and took a deep breath.

"You swear to obey us, not Arnolph?"

 "Yes!"

He hit me three times in a row. He put a little more force into each stroke, but he also changed the angle each time, so it was definitely fun for him. I wanted to get up and run more and more but was afraid of the hilarious scene that would surely follow, with me running around the grounds and Green would run after me, still chastising me with a stick and eventually catching me anyway.

I heard Weatherby's voice. "This one is clearly a masochist. Might be worth checking out."

My butt burned unbearably, but instinctively I opened my thighs to give Green more room to fiddle with the end of the rod. The pain was now joined by a tickling sensation on my pussy, which was starting to drive me crazy, and I didn't know what I wanted less of and what more. The very end of the cane penetrated easily into my body, and I breathed loudly.

"Absolutely wet," Green said. "Let 's see what the next stroke does to her!"

SWISH!

I groaned like a werewolf trying to howl and sing simultaneously.

"A little better, maybe she cums!"

Green would stimulate me for a while and then give me a burning stroke and evaluate the result. After the eleventh stroke, I couldn't stand it anymore. I got up, rubbing my ass and pussy in front. Green grabbed my hands and stuck his finger in me. Only then did I experience an incredible orgasm.

The excitement of the gentlemen was on the rise, and I gave them a long naked dance. If I slowed down in the pace, my ass got a cane sting. I did it twice on purpose. I was dancing on my knees as I rotated two hard cocks in my mouth and swallowed thick loads of their seed. Alice started screaming violently towards the end, so the needle must have pierced the skin around her clit. I have to say that I was more worried about the idea of the court as Green imagined it. The law in front of which people are not equal is no law at all.

The men who advocated such a law put me in charge of the mission. I didn't want to fulfill it, but it could have benefited several people, and I could associate myself with all of them.

It may have been a bit over-combined, but Weatherby ordered me to go to the infirmary right after my morning workout, where they gave me a menstrual certificate without an examination. The nurse called the teachers and told them that I was in such a bad condition that I was excluded from all classes today. I didn't lie down but was taken to one of the interrogation rooms, where I sat across from Mayson. He certainly didn't look healthy, but apart from the bruises I suspected under the handcuffs, there were no visible scratches on him, which didn't mean he was unharmed. His jelly-like skin trembled, and his eyes did not look forward but circled out of focus. The gaze of a coward who persistently searched for courage within himself but in vain.

He didn't exactly greet me. "Who is sending you?" 

"Who else but..."

"Rhetorical question," Mayson interrupted me. "We all know whose prisoner I am, so I know who you represent. Green may think that a young and familiar face will disguise a whore. Or you are supposed to demonstrate to me that the Prefect has tamed one of my animals."

This role required confused eye movements, so I imitated them. "He made it possible for me on behalf of Arnolph, who knows what you have to do to eventually set you free, and the Princeps can give her the full title of Military Governor, administrating your Tower."

"I was military governor?" Mayson gasped. "I thought I am no more than simply Principal."

I giggled for a long time and one of the two wardens in the room sniffed. "Indeed, we've only seen soldiers here in the last few days," I agreed. "Princeps is thinking about splitting the title – No matter. Arnolph knows you won't be released unless you confess to something, so she thinks it's best to use someone else's orders as an excuse." I lowered my voice dramatically. "And someone has returned from Europe. When I say someone, I mean Alexander Cao," I said that name with an authentic contempt. "He has some value as Green's ally, but with his head, he can buy even more friends."

Mayson disagreed. "Olsson would never believe that," he objected.

"Green intends to deal with Olsson later. He must be able to come up with an alternative that will change the political scene in his favor."

Mayson calmed down for a moment but kept changing the direction of his gaze and shudder whenever he looked at me.  "If Sophia had come up with this, she would have come on her own."

"No!" I cried desperately. "You don't know what's going on here. Every teacher has to be either with her or with Green. One camp is spying on the other. Arnolph is reluctant to leave her office, fearing that Green might order her to be captured. She doesn't even call you because she knows it could be a montage. She still loves you." I tried to play with his feelings. "Sophia wants things to work out for you as a couple. If you make this statement voluntarily, they will put you under house arrest, maybe give you a new position after a few months."

Mayson clasped his hands. Looking at him, it seemed something had broken in the deposed Principal. He probably didn't think Green would come up with something so desperate, which only underestimated the Prefect's sense of illusion.

"How much time do I have?"

Now, I could test my rhetorical skills. "At the moment, the situation is changing by the hour. I can't give you a date if we don't know what it depends on."

Mayson couldn't stand the pressure and put together a brief text with me, which he signed. I entrusted him back to Green's people, convinced they were happy to make a video with him, where he would recite an interesting version without losing blood. My further contribution to Green and the general peace in the Tower depended on the new leadership joining the old one.

At lunch, I found out how wrong our teachers are. They say they bring us to our senses, but many of my classmates have gone mad. 

"Arnolph must retain her power," Margaret said. "It's amazing that we now have a female Principal. It's an incredible major shift!"

"Simple words can't describe it," Louisa agreed. "Inside every woman lies a heroine. It's only a matter of time before she manifests."

This time, I couldn't even nod my head. They were both forgetting that Arnolph was a dumb Jezebel who made a living by combining Brotherhood slogans and must have Mayson between her legs at least three times a day.

"Yours would never have manifested if it wasn't for our show, Louisa," I couldn't help but be a little snide.

"The heroine exists if the woman is brave," Louisa explained. "But there's no kind of bravery in you, Zita. If there were, you'd help me and my aunt to hear from Barbara again."

"You'll hear from her when it is convenient," I said. I couldn't argue with anyone, so I chewed for a long time, trying to figure out how exactly I should ask the Principal. She granted my request for an audience, but we were supposed to talk in the context of today's meeting, and I had no idea who was supposed to be there. My afternoon surprise was that in addition to Josh, the secretary, FitzPatrick stood by the side of Arnolph, too. All three looked down on a crowd of fourteen other Heirs, members of the Coordination Council, and many others, female and male.

"You can go, Josh. You can sit down, Woodroof."

I glanced at the posterior of the receding secretary with relish and walked through the rows of the Heirs to the empty chair. Stares of their incredulous eyes crossed my path like laser beams. "We have met today to discuss an urgent matter. The issue of your personal freedom of movement and other rights," Arnolph said.

"I don't want to listen to anything about rights or drag lawyers into it!" shouted a fat man with a Texan accent. "I want to call home, and I want to get back to my parents!"

The state has been doing this to women and children for a long time. If you don't stop the evil, it will find new targets.

"I used to think I'd never want to leave here," said the burly black man Stacey occasionally fucked. "But I had no idea somebody could take that opportunity away from us."

"That's why I brought you here today," said FitzPatrick. "Only Principal Arnolph will see to no one permanently overrides the agreements that the Office of Internal Affairs has made with you."

"We can't fool around," Arnolph noted. "First we must unite against Green."

One female Heir – Deborah –  stood up.

"I'm special here." She sighed. "Some of you already know that about me and hate me for it. Green made me his accomplice by sending out key information through my mouth and assigning me Raven. She isn't his leverage now, but Gren's men were very specific that if I wanted to keep her, I'd tell him everything, whether it concerned you or Arnolph. In other words, I won't lie to you, I'm your liability." She put her hands on her hips. "I am yours and Raven is mine.  If anyone has to run fast, it's us."

A male Heir grinned cheekily. "I should have thought that you wouldn't understand anything. The strength of the Greens lies in the fact that they keep us here. If it were possible for anyone to escape, it would collapse as a whole."

FitzPatrick looked pleadingly at Arnolph, and when she said nothing, he hurried to answer. "We are noble protectors and must respond when a lady is in a tight spot. We will help Ms. Sledge and thus prove that we will always defend you all."

Arnolph clapped her hands briefly. "And you will see that any help we give you will follow the just laws of the Princeps. " She picked up a sheet of paper with text on it from the table. "First, we will begin the process by all of you praising my leadership. Secondly, you will give me messages for your parents and I'll deliver them through the Oval Office."

Deborah laughed bitterly. "Contact with my dad will be of no use to you. He used me as an accessory either for himself or his friends. You have to think of something special for me and Raven."

"I'll ask the Wikipedia who and how constructed the first lesbian underground railroad," retorted the cheeky Heir again.

A fiendish idea possessed me. "The Prefect could help us more than we suspect," I suggested. In front of them, I sketched out the plan of the document, under which Mayson's signature was already located. But I left that out. I described it as my idea. The flushed face of Arnolph and the evident reproach offended me all the more.

She dismissed my scheme out of hand. "Trades with Green are over. If we start compromising now, he'll think we're dependent on him!"

"Let him think so! That will make him all the more vulnerable later on!" I didn't want to lose my opportunity.

"I'm not against it," said one Heir. "The moment I ask for their release, Green will understand that they work with us and are useless to him. We must be generous!"       

"Don't talk about me like I'm someone's bargaining chip," Deborah protested. "Remember, according to our modern legislation, we both need a man to take care of us, at least officially. And I don't intend to respect that system ever again." She looked at Heirs with disgust. "My father tried to beat the lesbian out of me, but I wouldn't let him. He robbed me of the marriage with Kate and robbed her of her freedom. He sent me here because he thought I wouldn't be useful anywhere else, and I found someone here who reawakened the desire to live in me. No one must know when we left or where we went."

There was silence. Arnolph clutched her head as if she had a migraine.  "Do you realize what you are asking of me? You want to emigrate. That could damage my position irreparably."

 I stepped in. "Green would provide us with that too. He can't be above the law all the time, but sometimes stretches there."

"I'm not going to let him take advantage of us," Arnolph protested again. "If we admit that something was partly our fault, he can interpret the confession that he will later sacrifice us completely."

If only she knew that her love had already succumbed.

"At this moment we have to hold on to bonds even stronger than the Brotherhood has ever been able to," said Arnolph to Heirs. "You must give me signatures that will convince your parents."

It would be nice to talk about today's meeting with the Principal's foes, and after the impolite refusal, I didn't feel obliged to keep too much secret.

At the end of the next class, I asked Weatherby to tell the Prefect I would like to dine with him. In the room, Agatha was surprised when I borrowed her lipstick, gave my lips a passionate red color, and ordered a green glittering evening gown with properly cut places through the wardens. I was like a snake dancing while shedding my skin.

Maybe it was kitsch, but now that I've gained "experience", I've found out that I like sex and I wanted to try someone new. Someone who will repay me for fucking.

I didn't take a chastity belt. I didn't even wear any underwear.

Green took me by the hand in the motorhome and escorted me to the table, where a huge bowl with gazpacho sat. I didn't know what he thought of me, although he gave me a hint by chaining my leg just like if I were in the classroom. This soup was cold but Prefect's words were even more so.

"You are a true princess. Young, beautiful despite the smaller tits, you know how to behave, including how to accept your punishment and you try, but you leave your job half done."

I dropped my eyes and ate my soup, spoon by spoon. "Mayson is in your clutches and I'm a fragile girl. I can't handle someone as unpredictable as Arnolph."

Green snorted. "It's convenient that you call yourself weak. I consider you strong, intelligent, and predetermined. Shut your mouth, Miss Woodroof, those are dangerous qualities in a woman. You handled Mayson skillfully, but you made a mistake in the case of Arnolph. I didn't saw the discussion, but Arnolph was surrounded by people from whom she could draw strength and in front of whom she could afford to look weak. You've weakened your position instead of hers, haven't you?"

We finished our gazpacho and the soldier brought us shrimps. "You must realize what you have done wrong. You came to beg."

Now I have abandoned all my innocence. "I came to make friends." I rubbed his knee under the table and flinched before he touched me himself. I got up from the table and guided his hand into my fluff. I exaggerated how it tickled me, but he wasn't against it.

"I can have seven like you in a week," he told me. "But I expect that when one of them offers herself to me, she will know her art of love!" 

I drew back defiantly as he unlocked my chain, and thrust my fingers into my lap. I was deepening a tunnel that Weatherby had dug. I closed my eyes to look more seductive and let the waves of my pleasure sway me, to enkindle flames in my loins.

After about a minute, Green pulled my hand out and started licking it with his fingers. I still didn't open my eyes, but for another reason.

"If you want to be my mistress, you need to know that you will no longer have privacy. I'll set up cameras to follow you, one step before the mark is burned. Of course, the benefits will make up for it."

"I wouldn't think of hiding anything from you." Green was not a looker, but his position was enough of an aphrodisiac. 

"Look at me!"

He didn't order me to look at his face. His pants were already below his waist and his cock was getting bigger. I licked you from the glans to the root above the balls and back.

"That's not a hole that was made for it," Green protested. He sat down on a chair and pulled me in.

 "Serve me, steward!"

I let his cock go into my pussy, but that didn't mean I wanted him to conquer me all right away. His hands sometimes slapped me on my ass with burning marks from the cane, but they wanted to go higher. I held on to my dress and slowly hiked it towards my chest. My nipples and areolas became much more sensitive, the mere touch of the dress drove me mad. I only had one hand to hold on to the gown, with the other I held on to Green's shoulder with the other and looked into the Prefect's face. My expression offered him a stupid girl and a whore with no restraints. I pursed my lips, but he beat me to it and kissed me on the lips. I closed my eyes again and almost lost my balance. My lover's hands went under my clothes and played with my breasts. Suddenly they seemed to me that they were much bigger and I was rocking not only at the waist, Green's cock sliding in my cunt and beyond, the world was rocking beneath me and the power of the orgasm was as much binding as it was realising.

"I can have seven like you in a week," Green repeated. "But I'd take you to my bunker for the whole weekend, my clever lamb."

I got off him, breathed loudly to show how tired I was, and sprawled on the floor, as cats sometimes do, presenting my frontal side.

"I'll eat the shrimps myself, goldie. Next time I'll call you at my will." 

 There was a lot I could tell him, but I'll probably do that through Weatherby. 

"You've got a week to convince Arnolph," he told me, admiring my figure dressing up, not hiding his sadness.

My fatigue was only partially faked. I needed a bed for its basic function. I was only dimly aware of the wardens taking me from the soldiers. If I thought of anything, it was sweet memories of sex and possible danger if I didn't meet Green's deadline.

In the room, I longed to meet all four whoremates so that I could still see them as a team, but I didn't hear a single voice in our room and I didn't hear a single footstep or snore. I approached my bed and carefully began to undress, when an impassive shadow fell on me, forming into Dorothy. She struck me on the small of my back with her baton, but she put something cold, metallic, and probably toothed around my neck.

 "I hope you can convince me why I should leave your head."

 Arnolph's voice came from the watch on Dorothy's wrist.

"I don't know why you're punishing me! That pervert invited me to his place and I was afraid of him!"

 "I know what you said to your teacher, and I know what you said to Green. A traitor deserves neither leniency nor mercy. She can only redeem herself by being truthful."

I've always trained my brain and now, awakened from fatigue, it suggested something to me. "You can achieve what you want and your enemies will think that they are defeating you. Can you make it seem your transmission is commenced by the Prefect's office?"

I hoped that the moment of silence was hopeful.

"Daniel worked for Green, so he copied many of his codes. What is your plan, girl? Green wants to follow you every step of the way!"

I told her what I thought of.

"Okay. Your head will receive its blood for a few more days. Of course, if you like to fuck so much – I want to feel how long your insolent tongue is."

Dorothy had heard some commands that I didn't understand. Although she had removed the saw away from my neck, she immediately grabbed me by my gown and dragged me to the elevator. I didn't dare to guess what would be required of me. Warden took me to the Principal's office, where she forcibly stripped me and slammed me on the floor. There was only a small lamp on the table in the room, but I could see the Principal, naked from the waist down.

"You're going to fuck the winner, hussy!"

I raised my head, resting the pelvis on the floor. Arnolph pushed her labia to my lips. She had a shaved pussy, which was better for my tongue when it swiped over it.

 Arnolph slapped me. "Taste it like candy!"

I pretended to be passionate. My tongue had already begun to distinguish between the two lips. I affectionately stroked both sides of her slit, even browsed in the middle.

  "Aaaaaah!" Arnolph was speechless. I knew what she would like and I kept sucking on the clit for her. She was out of breath and didn't moan again, but judging by the clenching of her thighs and the vibration in her buttocks, I was able to accomplish the assigned task.

She pressed her hands against the top of my head. She was making a little sex toy out of me, but I managed to tease her myself. When I caused the maximum pleasure at some point and she might have cum, I flinched a little and started again. Do you think you make the rules? Keep dreaming!

Fucking often proceeds differently, but the endings are in many ways more similar. Muscle relaxation, mutual screaming, and falling. Her bare pussy landed on my neck, and I preferred to think that I might have achieved something that a satisfied Mayson had only imagined.

Green would have caught my conversation, but there was another girl that Barbara would love to hear. Louise was sitting in an interrogation room provided by Dorothy. I had secured her vision with a tiny device in our eyes, and a tiny device in Louise's ear guaranteed that our little neurotic would repeat my words.

The screen flickered. I recognized the logo of the Prefect's office and grinned. It couldn't compare to my mom's image, but I could still feel a bitter proof of sadness in my eye under the portable device when I saw Barbara. She was dressed in white like a real bride and it was transparent, nipples that she would soon use to feed her child shining behind it.

"Louisa," Barbara gasped. "Where is your aunt? Why are you working with Green?"

"Barbara, we're fine, but it won't take long. Montserrat convinced me. Zita says it was her best idea since she invented the Shieldmaidens."

I was proud of this hint of mine, and the squinting Barbara seemed to understand it. The best thing for us was that her new family would hear it anyway. I went on with my speech, which Louisa repeated masterfully and authentically. "Mayson was evil, but Arnolph is worse!“

"What do you need?" asked Barbara, unmoved.

"Green says he wants to discredit Arnolph by allowing his two agents to escape. Unfortunately, he can no longer call for more undetectable military equipment himself. He needs Romanos' resources. And he needs a pilot to fly them wherever they want.  Zita says that maybe more people will leave."

You can bet on it. Maybe the loving couple of the Principals will also fly away. Not to mention Jenine.