13 comments/ 43363 views/ 12 favorites A Darkening Soul Ch. 08-13 By: fgmntfmgnshn As always: Thanks to Boheminxen for editing. Thanks to "Doc" for story consulting. Author's note: Considering continuing this series and have a couple ideas, but not enough to write it. Suggestions are welcome. Please email me. All characters involved in sexual acts are at least 18 years of age. (So get your mind out of the gutter!) Chapter 8: A New Member to My Faction I arrived to third period ten minutes before second period ended, not my class of course, but Miss Dyer's. Third period is her free period and I set up a little something to ingratiate me with the lower tiered students at this now fine facility. I needed the word to get out that there was a new sheriff in town, so to speak. Miss Dyer said nothing to my intrusion as I made my way to the back of her class with my duffle bag. As soon as the bell rang, I immediately went to Hilary, already kneeling in front of her desk. "There are four air mattresses, four blankets, and an electric air pump in my duffle bag. I will give you fifteen minutes to get the mattresses prepared." No sooner than I glanced at my watch, Hilary was already pulling everything out of my duffle bag. Lindsey was walking through the door as soon as I looked up, and once seeing Emma wasn't there, ran and threw her arms around me. "Good morning my Whore." She practically squealed when I called her a whore. "I love you too." Lindsey kissed me. "So where is the Hell Bitch?" "Watch it." I admonished. "I still love her and nothing will ever change that. She even accepts that I'm going to take care of you, so please be nice. Besides, she's your boss too." "Sorry." Lindsey brushed her finger on my nose. "But where is she?" "She'll be here. Emma's just running a quick errand for me." I looked down at Lindsey and saw a yearning in her eyes. "Why do you want to know?" "Just wondering how long I can hold onto you." Lindsey smiled. Stu and Edwin arrived shortly thereafter followed lastly by Shelby, right at the bell. Shelby appeared pissed, but not at me. Her daggers seemed aimed at Lindsey. I waited a few minutes before I began. "Alright, everyone take a seat and I'll tell everyone what's going to happen in the next hour." Lindsey pouted as she left my arm. Hilary knelt by my side. She completed her task in ten minutes. I petted her head. "You did a good job Kitten." She purred. "We are about to have four esteemed guests, two girls and two boys. In other words, one for each of you. Despite you four normally picking who you want, the choice is theirs. I expect you to be polite, respectful, and even give whoever chooses you a few compliments. If they are too shy, encourage them without forcing them. Remember, your actions reflect on me now and you have seen how not nice I can be, right Slut?" "Master loves his paddle." Hilary said with a smile. "And if that doesn't scare you, I will have no remorse in destroying you." Emma then walked in with four students, Lucy Wells, Paul Treadway, Frank Dixon, and Nikki Partridge, four social outcasts for being either a nerd, overweight, having a stutter, or being shy. "Honored guests, welcome." I went over to shake each of their hands. "Thank you for coming." I turned to the quartet already sitting. "For those who don't know what makes these four so special, allow me to enlighten you. These people are the four members of our student council. Lucy here is President, Paul is her V.P., Frank is Treasurer, and Nikki is the Secretary. Let's give them all a round of applause." They did, and surprisingly it was more enthused than I expected. I turned back to face my guests. "I know you guys are probably wondering why you are here, so I'll let you in on a little secret." I can imagine the four behind me cringed when I said secret. "I appreciate what you do. Seriously, I do. You do so much for the school and students and it goes unnoticed by all. Well in lieu of all your hard work, I set the four of you up with "dates" for an hour. Ladies, you have your pick of football players and boys get to pick from the cheerleaders and they'll do whatever and I mean whatever your desire is. Just pick one and head to a mattress in the back. They didn't move. Being used to the ridicule they normally received, I knew they thought it was joke. I was going to have to facilitate this even further than I thought. I grabbed Lucy by the hand and guided her to the two boys. "Madam President, which one do you care for?" Emma followed my lead and did the same for Paul. Lucy was definitely shy about this so I nudged her. "Go on, they won't bite, unless you want them to." Lucy turned towards Edwin and smiled bashfully. Edwin took that as his cue and grabbed her hand. "It will be my pleasure to be your date." After Lucy picked, Paul instantly blurted out, "Lindsey." That left Frank with Shelby and Nikki with Stu. As the couples went to the beds in the back, I called out, "Remember, you only have forty minutes and they will not say no." Lindsey got right in her role, taking off her shirt and bra before even getting to the mattress. I think Paul's heart stopped when he turned around and saw her big tits staring back at him. "How was Principal Larson with you, did it take long to get their schedules?" I asked Emma. "Let me tell you," Emma let out a laugh, "that woman was eager to please me. I was in and out of her office within a minute." "Outstanding. I'll be right back." I didn't get too close, but I did make a walk by to ensure everything was going how I wanted it. I heard "You're beautiful" from Edwin to Lucy as they chatted, Nikki was feeling Stu's bare chest, Shelby was instructing Frank on how to kiss, his choice, and Paul just kept mumbling "Oh my God, I can't believe this is happening," as a smiling Lindsey was riding him. With his weight, that was probably the only position they'd be able to do. I wonder if the smile is fake or if she really is a whore? On my second pass, Lucy and Edwin were still talking. I was slightly disappointed. Nikki was under Stu, trying to hold onto the sides of the mattress as she was getting pounded. Her grunts were through gritted teeth when he pushed forward and when he pulled out, her moans were that of "Fuck me." Shelby was on her hands and knees and Frank positioned himself behind her. Frank saw me. He had an almost maniacal smile as he stuttered, "Thank you." Shelby thought he was talking to her and responded, "You're welcome Baby." Frank took the plunge and sighed, "At last." Lindsey was like a woman possessed. She was rubbing her clit, trying to get herself off and Paul's mumbles were now incoherent. They would be done soon. I went to check on Edwin and Lucy. I was curious what was going on as they were still just talking. I crouched down and whispered, "Is everything alright Madam President?" "Yeah, we're fine, just talking." Lucy said calmly. "You know he does more than just talk and throw touchdowns." "Yeah, I can hear what else can be done, but he's not my type." Lucy chuckled. "Did you prefer Stu or..." I gulped, "me?" "No, thanks for the offer, but I'm not interested." Lucy was steadfast. "Edwin, can you leave us?" I paused as he left. "I think I get it." I smiled. "Why didn't you say so? I can accommodate someone of your... preferences." "What?" Lucy almost freaked at my knowing her secret. "Please don't say anything." She begged. "Calm down. I'm not here to judge. But there is another option." I said sincerely. "What do you think of Miss Dyer?" "She's hot, why? Are you saying Miss Dyer is an option?" Lucy was stunned. "I didn't even see her here." "She's right over there." I pointed. "Why is she kneeling?" "Long story. Are you interested?" "Oh my, are you serious right now? You can get Miss Dyer to be with me." Lucy obviously didn't believe me. "Wait, I can't. Everyone else here will know." I made eye contact with Hilary and waved her over. "I can control my four, as you can see." I gestured to fucking going on over my shoulder. "I'm sure you can make sure the members of the student council are quiet about it." "I can't believe my fantasy is going to come true." Lucy went from unsure to beyond excited. Hilary came from behind me. "You needed to see me Master?" Lucy looked questioningly at me when Hilary said that. "I told you it was a long story." I stood. "Slut, this here is President Lucy Wells and her dream is to be with you. I will be so proud of you if you not only make this fantasy of hers happen, but exceed it." "Yes Master, I want you proud of me." "Good, but you only have twenty minutes and I know a President can dream big." I didn't even finish that statement before Hilary fell on top of Lucy. She kissed her and tugged at her shirt. I shook my head as I headed to the front of the class. Emma was sitting on top of the desk. Her clothes were disheveled with her panties on the floor as she frigged herself. I walked right up between her legs. "I was wondering when you were going to come back to me." Emma grabbed my bulge. "I was beginning to think since we moved in together you thought you could ignore me." "Never, my love. I just wasn't anticipating Lucy being a lesbian." I put my hands on Emma's hips. "Do you want to wait for later or do you want a quickie?" Emma unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. "How about both?" "Edwin, as soon as the groups get finished, have our people start clean up. Just put everything in my duffle bag. We'll need to be..." Emma silenced me by kissing me and at the same time shoving my pole inside her, prompting a muted moan. Damn, was she wet. I slid in easily and got into a hurried tempo. My mouth went down to nibble at her ears and then made repeated soft pecks at her neck. Her legs wrapped around me and she could no longer keep her head straight as it bobbed and weaved with each thrust. Her hands were gripping the front of the desk, not letting her fall over. I pulled at her top and buried my face to her breasts, gently caressing her nipples with my tongue. Her arms then encompassed my neck and a loud shriek escaped her mouth. She was climaxing which caused me to do the same. I slammed home one more time and embraced her. Up until this moment, I've been pulling out but her pills should have kicked in. Emma instantly felt the difference and her almost finished orgasm was suddenly renewed. She didn't shake much as I was holding her tight, but I was certain I lost some of my hearing in my right ear. As she came down from her high, she looked at me for a moment before attacking my face. "Thank you. I've waiting to feel that in the right spot." I smiled and then looked at my watch. Three minutes to the bell. I pulled up my pants and turned to see that Emma and I had an audience. I shook my head so I could get my bearings and play host again. "Everything put away?" "As requested, Sir." Edwin answered. The bell rang. Sir? I liked that. "Well esteemed members of the student council, I hope you enjoyed yourselves and everyone is free to go." One by one, people began leaving. Lucy was stalling, constantly making sure her clothes were straight. Emma kissed me goodbye and as soon as she left, Lindsey kissed me too before departing. She made sure her kiss lingered just a little bit longer than Emma's. Soon it was just me, Hilary and Lucy with Hilary kneeling next to me. "Did it match your fantasy Madam President?" Lucy was positively glowing. "It was so much more." I petted Hilary. "Thank you for making me a proud owner. Why don't you go get some lunch now?" "Thank You Master." I was watching Hilary leave when Lucy interrupted. "What's going on?" I turned and focused on Lucy. "I'm glad you're still here. Do you have time to talk?" "I can talk. I have lunch right now, and you?" "I'm in the second lunch, but I'm skipping fourth hour." I said matter-of-factly. "I wouldn't have the energy." "Oh, okay." Lucy seemed shocked by my admission. Considering what happened the last hour, her reaction to me skipping class surprised me. I moved two desks so they'd face each other. I leaned forward in the chair. "I want you on my staff." "Your staff?" Lucy tensed up. I think she took that as an innuendo. "Yes, I want you to work for me, but not like the others." Lucy relaxed. "What can I do?" "Whatever I ask, without question or debate, but mainly I want you to act as a go between myself and the student body and let me know what items are up for vote in the student council." Hilary then came into the room. "Oh sorry Master, I don't want to interrupt." She turned to leave. "You can stay Slut." I stared at Lucy to see if I could read whether she's going to be a problem for me. Hilary was all too happy I allowed her to stay and began to eat her lunch on the floor at my feet. Lucy was more than curious now. "I can do that." She shook her head in bewilderment and let out an amused chuckle at Miss Dyer's actions. "Lucy, I really am not a bad guy. I just want to make this school a better place and that starts with the treatment of the student body. I disagree with the fact that there is a social ladder and I am doing everything in my power to eliminate it. And that's why I need you to find out who is doing the bullying. No one needs to fear me unless they partake in the belittling of another." I said sincerely. Lucy knew I was being honest. "Thanks for saying that. I thought you became the Godfather or something." "As for Slut here, you can ask her yourself how she feels. I'll even leave the room if you want." Lucy glanced down at Miss Dyer and her smile was beaming. She was practically begging for the question. "Miss Dyer, do you like..." Hilary interrupted. "I have the best Master and my only fear is if he leaves me." She frowned at the thought. "But I will do my very best to serve him so he won't have a reason to." Her smile returned as I petted her. "Can we work together?" Lucy thought for a minute. I liked that she didn't jump right into a commitment. "Yes." She finally answered. "Lucy, your job is to be my go between with the students but also to make sure all decisions of the student council are met with my approval. I understand there is a fundraising car wash this Saturday. What teacher is supervising?" My voice conveyed authority. "Mr. Shipley." "Not anymore. Slut is now the supervisor and I want you to sign up Shelby, Lindsey, Stu, and, Edwin to help. I guarantee it'll be a success, even after my 25% take." "Wait, you're taking a cut?" "When people see Slut, Lindsey, and Shelby in micro bikinis and Stu and Edwin in speedos, people will be begging you to take their money." "And what about Mr. Shipley? Principal Larson already signed off on him being the teacher representative for the student council. He'll be there and he won't allow what you're saying." Lucy was concerned. "It will be taken care of. Slut is now the representative for the student council." "How?" "Lucy, I understand you are a very intelligent person. Hell, that's why I voted for you. And I would love to hear your ideas, but this need to have answers to all my decisions is really annoying. I did just tell you before you said yes to join me there will be no questioning my orders, did I not?" I was stern with a hint of anger. "Yes Sir." Lucy humbly replied. "Outstanding. Now I want you to do three things. You will ensure all decisions of the student council are done with my approval, I get 25% of all generated funds, and you are now my go between for the student body, which entails of reporting on bullying and letting everyone know Lindsey Hudson is for sale." "Lindsey's for... Sorry. I mean yes Sir." "Outstanding." I now spoke in an upbeat voice to lighten the tension. "Now, I feel I have given you a rather large workload and I feel compensation is in order. What if let you have a turn at Slut once a week. Allow you to live all you're fantasies with her?" Lucy's eyes lit up and she had the biggest smile. "Yes Sir! And allow me to apologize once again for questioning you." "No problem." I shook her hand. "You're free to go." I now have my patsy. If things go awry, everything will fall on her. She'll be the one skimming off the top of the fundraisers, she's the one propositioning Lindsey out to horny teenagers, and she's the corrupt student council president. And all it cost me is one lay a week with my slave. And if she tried to throw me under the bus, I know her secret. All this gave me an idea. Chapter 9: Increasing My Portfolio Fifth period rolled around and I was at the Principal's office. I was really starting to like not going to class. It's even better when you know your fiancé is going to hack in and change your grade to whatever you want. "I would like to see Principal Larson please." I asked Mrs. Yates. "Do you have an appointment young man?" Mrs. Yates looked at me through the top of her glasses. "Nope." I smiled at her. "She's in a meeting right now." Mrs. Yates looked at the appointment calendar on her desk. "I can squeeze you in..." I looked over the desk and noticed someone was on the phone. "Phone meeting?" "It's a none of your business meeting." Mrs. Yates looked back down. "Now I have tomorrow at... hey get back here." Too late. I was already in her office and greeted with the most loving smile. It amazed me how this woman can smile at me without looking me in the face. Rachel dismissed Mrs. Yates with a hand gesture. I then shut the door and locked it. "It's so wonderful to see you again." Rachel said in a sing song voice. The phone receiver was on the desk and all I could make out from it was the sound of Charlie Brown's teacher. "I can come back if I'm interrupting." "No, I will never make you wait or come back. You are the most important person in my life." Did she say most important? "It's just the head of the school board. I put him on mute. Did everything go well with those students you required to see this morning?" That would be her boss. I'm glad she has her priorities in order. "Rachel, you are such a good child. Yes, everything went most superbly. Your contribution was truly invaluable." "I'm glad I could help." Rachel said that as if she was patting herself on the back. "Rachel." I stood and went behind her and began rubbing her shoulders as I did last time. "I want to discuss your budget for the school. I want to help you make the best possible decisions for the children." "I submitted it already, but it can be adjusted, for you." Rachel then opened a file on her computer marked school budget. "I'm sorry to ask this of you. I know you have put numerous hours into creating this most difficult task." I said apologetically. "I believe your telephone call is over." The red light had disappeared on the phone. "Thank you." Rachel hung up the receiver. "What would you like to look at first?" "I was wondering how much we could put into a program I would like to work on? My idea requires quite a bit of money, but would really give back to the students." Emma and I are students, right? "It's really tight as it is, but I will find you all the money that is necessary for your project." Rachel hit the print button. "I know it will be a great investment." "Excellent. Now I would like to discuss Mr. Shipley being the teacher representative for the student council. I don't believe he is suited for such a position." This is actually true. Mr. Shipley is a douche and is overly critical of his students. Of course, this is my personal opinion after having him last year for biology. "I can remove him, but I would need another faculty member to volunteer." Rachel started biting her lip, concerned that she would disappoint me. Cute actually. "I believe the correct person for the job is Hilary Dyer. My father once asked Moses to go the Egyptian Pharaoh to free the Israelites. Can you be my Moses and free your student council?" Okay, even I have to admit that was so over the top I hit the moon. A Darkening Soul Ch. 08-13 "I can and I will Your Worship." "Once again, you are doing something so glorious for me in my honor. I praise you Rachel Larson. You are a most noble woman." I embraced her. "Thank you for the kind words, but it is you that should be praised and I have no idea how I can repay you for allowing me to be your humble servant." "That response is the very reason why I decided to bless you with the knowledge of my existence." I kissed the top of her head. "Oh Wise Being, can your humble lamb ask you a question?" Rachel lowered her head. "Of course My Child, you may ask whatever your heart's content." Please don't let her ask me to walk on water or turn water into wine. "Will you allow you're undeserving follower to give herself to you again. I know what I ask is inappropriate and you only allowed me the first time so you can boost my self-esteem, but I want to give unto thee not just spiritually and emotionally, but physically as well." "Of course My Child. It appears to be such a minor request for someone as righteous as you, how can I deny your offering?" Rachel beamed as she turned in her chair and hugged me. "Oh Holy one, thank you." Was she crying? I stripped quickly, but I removed Rachel's clothes slowly. I made it a sensual experience uncovering flesh a few inches at a time and then kissed the bare skin lightly. I went down her body and came back up, keeping all my touches gentle. When she was finally nude, she fell to her knees. I stroked her hair as Rachel stroked my Holy staff, her smile ever present. She lightly licked the length of my shaft, and shivered, almost savoring its taste. She paused, almost unsure of herself. "Go ahead Rachel; I have faith in your abilities." Rachel hesitated no more. She bobbed up and down on my cock, taking more of my length with each down stroke. Her tongue encased around my shaft like a warm blanket. Soon she had my entire girth inside her mouth and held it before continuing. She has made someone very proud of her sometime in her past. Between this expert blowjob and the amazing sex yesterday, how in the hell is she single? It pained me to make her stop, but I know she wants more and if I can't deliver, what kind of Son of God am I? "That was heavenly, My Child." I pulled Rachel up and kissed her, which caught her by surprise. She wanted to pull away. I kissed her more firmly and she relented. Her tongue seemed to caress every part of my mouth, grazing parts I didn't even know could be erogenous. After a couple minutes, we pulled a part, panting. "Why did you want to pull away Rachel? You are a tremendous kisser." A few tears started to slide down her cheeks. "I told you I wasn't worthy. I didn't want you to know that when I was in college I...I...I used to be such a... such a..." I interrupted Rachel by embracing her. "Rachel, it does not matter about your past. All that matters is what you do in the present and future. Take Mary Magdalene. She was a prostitute who became a Saint. You are a wonderful person Rach..." Rachel silenced me this time by kissing me with fervor. She guided me forward two steps with our lips still locked. She lifted herself on the desk and then pulled me closer. "Then you're going to love this." Rachel had an insane smile as she grabbed the cushion from her chair and put it under her. She lifted her legs and placed her feet on my shoulders. She tilted her pelvis upwards and put her hands under her hips. Only her head and upper back were on the desk. "This is called the butterfly. Grab my hands and take me however you want Your Grace." I did as instructed and I could not believe how much control I had. I began with three short depths and then one long one. I kept going slowly and it created this wonderful feeling. Immediately I understood why they called it the butterfly. Her legs were flapping like the wings of a butterfly. Rachel loved it and I felt I was in a dreamlike state. I kept varying each thrust. This was incredibly amorous. "Oh right there. Right there!" Rachel moaned out. I did. Over and over again. Whatever I was hitting, Rachel was now in ecstasy and I was extremely close. Her contractions began and they were longer and there were definitely more of them than yesterday. This woman's pussy was tugging repeatedly at me and I was done. My seed shot out like a cannon and it sent Rachel even further into her orgasm. "Fuck!" Rachel screamed and then continued to make loud animalistic sounds as she thrashed on her desk. She almost took out the computer before she was done. Finally she calmed and I fell on top of Rachel and her arms and legs wrapped around me, holding me close. "I believe you just gave me a religious experience." I panted out. And it was true. I don't know how else to explain it. When I have sex with Emma, our love for each other filters in and it's incredible. Sex with anyone else is just a means for a release, even with Rachel yesterday. But today, she really did give herself to me emotionally, physically, and spiritually and I somehow matched her intensity. It was heaven on Earth. A light knock came from the door. "Um, Rachel." The voice was full of concern. "Sorry Edith. Ralph wants me to redo my budget and I'm in here tearing my hair out." Rachel half chuckled. "Oh, okay." The voice meekly responded. Rachel then looked me dead in the eye, our faces mere inches apart. The first time she has done that. "I'm sorry for lying in front of you. I assume you don't want anyone to know who you really are." "Thank you." I whispered. "You really are the Son of God to be able to hit my g-spot like that." Rachel smiled. "I do my best." I smiled back. "That was Emma, wasn't it?" Rachel asked and I look at her questioningly. "I tasted someone, I figured it was her." What do I say to that? "Yes." That part was easy, but explaining why is going to be difficult. "I understand. While you're in this form, a male teenager, you are subject to certain urges and you can only satisfy them with one's you can trust. Just remember, you trusted me with your secret as well. I'll be ready whenever you need." Rachel kissed me passionately. "I love you and will follow you forever. And you can always count on me to keep your secret." "You truly are an impressive woman. I am honored you feel that way and will humbly and gladly accept your offer." And then the money flowed in. Lindsey made me more than what I was paying her, three times as much. I knew she was a sound investment. And all I have to do is fuck her once a week and call her a whore, in which she responds "I love you too." Fundraisers are a great source of money. Lucy was astounded how well the car wash did, but my fundraising ideas were better. We held a swimming party with a high cover charge. We had music and alcohol. Casino night was a huge success as well, but my strip club idea really brought in the dollars. Hilary alone raked in a mint. My single biggest contributor, however, was Rachel. I received a hefty monthly check for my project. If prorated, I'm making nearly $80,000 per year with just my "assets" at the school. That's not even taking into account what my Dad gives me. When I first realized how much I was collecting, I honestly felt guilty. But then I remembered what Jean Rousseau said, "Gratitude is a duty which ought to be paid which none have the right to expect." Well, screw that. Lucy says student morale is at an all-time high and the public coffers for dances, or should I say parties for Emma, and other student engagements have never been fuller. I'm working my ass off, why shouldn't I expect to get paid for it? I might very well be crazy for what I have done. So I will go with what Hunter Thompson said, "If you're going to be crazy, you have to get paid for it or else you're going to get locked up." Come Christmas time, I was determined to spoil the most critical members of my faction. Everyone got an 18K gold chain with a charm that had a personalized engraving on the back. Lindsey's was a star and said "Whore." She let loose a high pitch scream and nearly tackled me when I gave it to her. Rachel's was a cross that said "Perfect" horizontally and "Example" vertically. I also bought her some easy listening CD's, a couple of bottles of wine (that I took from my Dad's wine rack), and an all-expenses paid day at a spa. I arrived right at dawn on Christmas morning to give it to her. When she opened the door, she was thankful but told me that I was the one who should be receiving gifts as it was my birthday. Lucy has quickly become my right hand in operations, so I gave her $2000 in cash, a weekend with Hilary, and her gold charm was a gavel with the engraving "2IC" on the back. She almost fainted. With how much I give her to do, she deserves it. I got Hilary a diamond studded collar with the engraving "Slut" on it for when we are alone and the gold necklace with a cat charm with the engraving "Kitten" on it for when we're at school. I also got her a new paddle and some lingerie. Emma and I surprised her by spending the day with our slave. As for Emma, what didn't she get? Her necklace was a heart with the engraving "Wife" on it. I also bought her matching earrings, a plethora of clothes, a new car stereo system, a purse, perfume, and a high end laptop with all the bells and whistles. Chapter 10: The Law Emma and I were walking through the mall, going to several stores to exchange some clothes that I had gotten her that didn't fit, when my phone rang. It was Lucy. I hit the accept button. "Hey Luc..." "I've got a tail!" Lucy shouted. "What do you mean you have a tail?" I understood what she meant, but in my shock, I needed to hear it again. "I mean someone is following me." Lucy's voice was full of worry. "Just calm down. Where are you at?" I asked concerned. "I was at Long's department store when I first thought there was someone following me. I kept feeling like someone was hovering around me. Then I saw a flash. And then another one. I dropped my things and ran to my car. I was on my way home when I noticed a blue pickup a couple cars behind me. So I made a left turn and so did he. I made another left turn, and again so did he. I did it a third time and he followed still. What should I do? I'm scared." "No reason to be frightened," I said calmly. "Come to the mall. I'll meet you outside the movie theatre and see if I can get a closer look at who's driving this mystery truck." Emma and I hurriedly went outside and soon saw Lucy's red Focus pulling in. She slowly drove by us. I could see she was quite frightened. I nodded to her and kept staring at the entrance. Nothing. Lucy drove back around and rolled down her window. "I don't think he turned into the mall parking lot." "I didn't see a blue pickup." I opened her door and hugged her. "You going to be alright?" Lucy was relaxing in my embrace. "Yeah. It just scared me." "Well, you did the right thing. First doing the circle and then calling me," I said compassionately. "I won't let anyone hurt you. That goes for every member of our little family." I released the hug. "I'll follow you home, okay?" "Thanks." Lucy smiled. "I'd like that." I set up a meeting on the first day back to school for third period in Miss Dyer's class. Emma clung to me and Hilary was kneeling beside me as usual. Everybody seemed in high spirits when they entered. Edwin, Stu, Lucy, Lindsey, and lastly Shelby came into the room. Everybody showed off what I got them, with Stu and Edwin talking amongst themselves. Something completely unexpected happened. "You Bitch!" Shelby screamed and charged at Lindsey. "It's all your fault." Lindsey didn't have a chance and Shelby was on top of her in a heartbeat. "It all could've been mine!" Shelby exclaimed as she swung her arms wildly. "What the hell Shelby?" Lindsey threw her arms up instinctively trying to protect her face. "You told me I shouldn't and then you go off and throw yourself at him! I thought we were friends!" "We are friends." Lindsey defended. "I'm sorry. I didn't know it was going to turn out this way." "Stu, Edwin." I snapped my fingers. They quickly removed Shelby from Lindsey. "Let go of me!" Shelby was struggling. I walked over and stood in front of Shelby. I was curiously analyzing her expression when she suddenly stopped and started to cry. "Something you'd like to discuss Shelby?" Her expression softened and she shook her head no. "If we were alone?" Her head gave a slight nod. I held out my hand and she accepted. I guided her into the hallway. "What's going on? Talk to me." "She screwed me, that's what." Another tear fell down her cheek. "How is that?" Not that I really cared, I just can't have anyone under me thinking they can take matters in their own hands. I am the law. She shook her head. "Look, it's now or never," I said impatiently. "She told me to turn you down." Shelby broke down. "And now every time I see Emma, I know that could've been me. But what really pisses me off is that she's head over heels for you after she had me laugh at you." My head fell back and I put my hand to my forehead. Really? Shelby was prepared to say yes to my offer for a date. I'll have to say thank you to Lindsey for that. Emma is perfect. Time to lie. "I'm sorry, too. I would have liked that. But I am committed to Emma." Shelby interrupted. "But you're intimate with Lindsey and Miss Dyer as well?" "No." I crossed my arms. "Not intimate. I have sex with them, yes, not intimacy. As for your jealousy, we all make our own decisions in life. She influenced you, but you made the decision. I'm going to consider this matter closed and this will not happen again." I made a head gesture to the door. "Let's get back in there." I really have heard enough. Shelby didn't want love. She just wanted the materialistic things I bought Emma. Fucking Gold Digger. We walked back in and Shelby stood near the boys and I headed to Hilary's desk. I opened the drawer and pulled out something I haven't had to use in quite a while. It felt like a warm blanket as I gripped the handle. I spun it around in my hand with a smile. "Shelby, over the desk." "No. Please, no." Shelby started crying and was emphatically shaking her head. "Please. I won't do it again." I tapped the desk with my paddle. "Don't make me say it again." Shelby resigned herself to her fate and shakily came forward to the desk. Her eyes were begging for my reconsideration. "Strip." I demanded. "What?" Shelby shockingly asked. I gave a hard glare and Shelby slowly complied. Soon her naked form stood before me, fear in her eyes. I gestured with the paddle to the desk. She leaned over in an unhurriedly manner. I raised the paddle. "Please don't." Shelby gave one last plea. I answered with a swing. And another. And another. And another. Each blow was responded with a screaming yelp by Shelby. I almost forgot how much fun this was. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Shelby was now blubbering. With what was seemingly a maniacal laugh, I dropped one more on her already red ass. "Everybody understand this, I am the disciplinarian. Any problems, you come to me. If it's a classmate, a faculty member, or especially someone in this room, I don't care. I alone will deal with punishments." I put the paddle away and leaned in to Shelby's ear. "I now want you to lay on the width of the desk on your back." Almost hypnotically, Shelby slid up on the desk. Her head right on one edge, her feet hanging off at the knee on the other. "Whore." I called and she came right over. "Now I want you to strip and I want the both of you to kiss each other on the lips and make up. Lindsey's clothes were soon in a pile. She went quickly over to Shelby to kiss her on the mouth. "No, her other lips." Lindsey looked at me and then straddled Shelby. I nodded for Lindsey to begin. Lindsey's tongue lightly went the length of Shelby's slit. A small moan escaped her lips. Everyone watched as Lindsey was teasing her and soon Shelby was rocking her pelvis up towards Lindsey's tongue, hoping for more. I went over to Shelby. "You are supposed to be kissing to make up as well." She had more fear in her eyes than when I was going to paddle her. She's never done this before. I almost convinced myself that Shelby was the one Lindsey experimented with. Oh well, it doesn't matter. "That wasn't a suggestion." Shelby hesitantly lifted her head and stuck out her tongue. She had her eyes closed and missed completely. I had to stifle a laugh. "If you don't get your tongue in that cunt, I'll make you lick her asshole instead. Lindsey's head turned toward me and she had a huge smile. She wanted Shelby to lick her ass. Lindsey really is a whore. I pointed down and Lindsey went back to her ministrations. I returned my attention to Shelby. She was finally making contact with Lindsey, albeit barely. "Shelby, you are not displaying much enthusiasm. Get to work or the next spanking you receive will not be on your ass. No, I will bring the thunder down on your pussy. How does that sound?" Shelby closed her eyes again and shoved her tongue deep into Lindsey's depths. "Damn and that sounded like so much fun. Keep it up." I turned around to go stand by Emma and the sight before me was impressive. The boys had their dicks out and were openly masturbating. Emma was on the ground, moaning. Hilary was in between her legs and frigging herself, her grunting stifled by the pussy she was devouring. Lucy was sitting at a desk with her panties around her ankles and her hand up her skirt going a mile a minute. Her eyes were glazed over as she was panting. I went behind her, reached down, and began to fondle her tits. I figured this may be my one shot to touch her without her getting completely pissed. Lucy's body stopped moving. Her head shook herself back to reality and then looked up at me. I smiled as I slid my hands inside her blouse and under her bra, massaging her breasts. She shuddered when I pinched her nipples. She instantly resumed her masturbation, but it seemed more intense from what I saw moments ago. I unbuttoned her top and unclasped her bra, her tits jiggling free. I now stood next to her and resumed my playing of her boobs. It caught me by surprise when her free hand started rubbing my manhood through my jeans. Soon that wasn't enough for her. She unbuttoned my pants and ripped them down, boxers and all. She tentatively put her hand on it, almost afraid that it might bite her. Lucy's gaze was intense as she stared at the beast in her grip. As she got accustomed to it, she began to stroke. Her rhythm on my shaft now matched the rhythm she was giving herself. I can't believe how erotic a simple hand job could be. It has to be the knowledge that my cock was the first one this lesbian has touched. "I'm close Lucy." I bellowed. "Me too." Lucy was barely audible. "Tell me when." I countered. "Okay." Lucy kept going a few more moments before crying out. "Now." I grunted some noise that sounded unnatural and rocked my hips forward. Lucy's body was shaking, but her head didn't move and I shot blast after blast in the air, coating her face. I calmed down and looked at the room. What a surreal sight. The sounds and smells of sex were filling the air. The boys were done, and were just sitting, content on watching. Emma and Hilary were cuddling on the floor. Lindsey and Shelby were convulsing into each other, sweat glistening over their bodies, holding their positions until their orgasms subside. I knew I could make that happen. I looked back down at Lucy and she was licking my cum, which caused me a chuckle. "What?" Lucy asked. "I was just curious how it tasted." The best meeting ever. I was making money hand over fist. I was making love to Emma. I was having sex with Slut at least three times a week while whipping her ass once a week. I couldn't help it, Hilary got off on it. I fucked Lindsey once a week to keep her happy. I was having spiritualism with Rachel at least twice a week. Yeah, I call it spiritualism when I'm with her. It is mind blowing what that woman knows. Life was good. A Darkening Soul Ch. 08-13 Chapter 11: An Asshole Gets What He Deserves One week before spring break, I was going over plans for Emma, Hilary, and I. We were spending the week at Hilary's house. Why spend the money to go to Fort Lauderdale or Cancun when you know you aren't going to step a foot outside? "Boss, I got a proposal for Lindsey I think you'll want to consider." Lucy was excited about this one. "What is it?" I didn't raise my eyes from my laptop. "Brantley Sherwood wants to know how much for the entire spring break." Lucy announced. "Really?" That statement got my attention. Brantley has the biggest ego of the school. He didn't appear cruel about it, but he did seem to expect everyone to fall to their knees if he passed by. And I know Brantley is loaded, but even he should know 10 days and nights is going to cost him a nice chunk of his inheritance. "$10,000 up front. And if they go anywhere, he is expected to pay for everything, airplane ticket, hotel, food, and everything else." Two days later, I was in awe as Lucy counted out ten grand. It wasn't the money, but the fact Brantley had that much money at one time. I had Edwin and Stu come with me to make my deposit to the bank. Spring break came and I for one had a blast. I can also vouch for Emma and Hilary as well. In ten days, we explored all possible combinations three people could have sex, I was hanging from a ceiling fan at one point. All of which resulted in my balls now being the size of peanuts. Heading home Sunday afternoon was especially painful. It took 20 minutes for my eyes to adjust to actual sunlight. It seemed every student was in high spirits and maybe a little hung over. As I flowed through the sea of people, I heard all sorts of conversations about what everyone did. Almost all was embarrassing. Why tell someone your shame? I laughed with some and merely acknowledged others with a hello until I saw Lindsey. She had several bruises on her arm and a black eye, and that was just what I could see. Lindsey was turning from her locker and I embraced her. "Tell me everything that fucking asshole did to you." After her recount of her tale of abuse, I responded. "I love you Lindsey." I didn't call her whore but I did lie. She really needed to hear those four words exactly. Lindsey had a horrible spring break. Horrible isn't even the word. I texted Emma, Lucy, Shelby, Edwin, and Stu for a meeting in 3rd period. I had Emma get Brantley's class schedule and hall passes for everyone for 6th period from Principal Larsen. I ordered Edwin and Stu to go with Lucy to forcefully grab Brantley and bring him to the football field right before school let out. Everyone was to spread the word that if any student had any ill will toward Brantley Sherwood, which was anyone that met him, to come to the football field after school. Fuck, I was pissed. As the crowd filtered into the bleachers, Brantley was already tied to our gymnastics team's pommel horse at the fifty yard line. "Welcome fellow Hilldale High School students." Lucy had the microphone and was in fine form. "We are gathered here on this glorious Monday afternoon to witness, and yes, even participate in the demise of one Brantley Dick, I mean Richard Sherwood." The crowd roared at the use of the nickname. "Look at what this slime did to one of our classmates!" Lucy made a hand gesture to Lindsey. "Despicable! Irreprehensible! And totally unforgivable! Anyone who agrees with me or anyone who just don't like Dick here, line up behind poor Lindsey." Lucy walked over to Brantley and turned off the microphone. "My boss says that you damaged his property so now we get to damage you." Lucy turned the microphone back on and turned to the now long line. "Step right up and grab your ammunition. Take as many eggs as you want. Plenty for everyone." Shelby and Lindsey went to every store that sold eggs in a five mile radius and bought them out. They arrived right as the final bell for school rang and Stu and Edwin were still unloading them as Lindsey grabbed one and hurled it toward Brantley. She wasn't done. She let out ten days' worth of frustration, unloading egg after egg after egg in Brantley's face and body at point blank range. Three dozen eggs before her tears took over as she was mentally reliving her anguish. She followed all that up by walking up and kicking him right in the testicles. Go Lindsey. The line was long. Apparently he liked to hit all his old girlfriends. What a major Asshole. The surprise to me was the line even consisted of two female teachers, Mrs. Jones and Miss Anders. It appears that Brantley was relentlessly annoying in his bids for them to consider going out with a student. He should've done what I did. Brantley's face and body had a multitude of cuts and bruises and it was evident swelling was already beginning to form. But his crotch is what took the biggest beating. It was almost as if it was open season and every one was hunting for his one eyed trouser snake. I smiled and left as the fiasco was coming to a close. Nothing like a good flogging to get a person in the mood to fuck their fiancé. Chapter 12: Okay, So I Can Be Bribed I rarely go to class anymore. The only one I attend without fail is my journalism class, and that's only because of Emma and Hilary. I mainly walk down the hallways of my school, enjoying the peace and serenity that comes with it. And why not? I work hard for this school to run smoothly; don't I deserve a reprieve from study? Besides, I'm getting straight A's...Thanks to Emma. It's a time for me to plan the next school fundraiser or think about new rules that I need to enforce or just have some time to be alone with my thoughts. "What the...Whoa!" I was pulled from behind by two pairs of hands into the ladies bathroom and I collapsed into a heap on the floor. "Ah." I cringed as I rubbed my head where it hit the floor. "You're sure this is the guy Lucy Wells hangs out with?" "I'm certain he is." I opened my eyes to see Kristen Petry, a member of the cheerleading squad, and Winnie Hearst, one of the contestants up for prom queen, having a discussion about me as if I wasn't even there. "What the fuck." I exclaimed to the two girls. "What was that for?" "Sorry, um, what's your name again?" Winnie asked. This is good news. My anonymity is what I was hoping for when I brought Lucy on board. "Will. Will Harrison. Now what's going on?" "And you hang out with Lucy Wells, right?" Kristen added. "I know who she is, yes. Now the next words out of either of your mouths best be the answer to why in the hell am I in the woman's bathroom." I was more than slightly irritated. "Alright, geez." Winnie rolled her eyes. Winnie was actually annoyed with my answer. Really? She's the one who grabbed me and threw me to the floor without so much a warning or an apology. Kristen kneeled down to me and picked up the conversation before Winnie could piss me off more. "Forgive her. She's just nervous. Actually we both are." "Why be nervous?" Winnie interrupted. "Do you know how Lindsey is getting a 3.4 GPA right now?" That would be Emma. Lindsey has always been a blonde airhead, barely making the grades to stay an active member of the cheerleading squad. I didn't want any of the extracurricular activities I was giving her to hurt that. She makes me more money when she has the title of 'captain of the cheerleaders'. But I don't want them to know that, so I lie. "Um, I guess she studies." "That's funny Will." Kristen chortles. "I don't think I've ever seen Lindsey read a book that wasn't in the Twilight series in her life." Kristen then shakes her head. "We think she has Lucy do something." "Like what?" I play dumb. "Well, you know Lucy sells her as dates to guys, so we figure Lindsey gets good grades in return. Lucy is student council president after all." Like that means she has access to everyone's files. Idiots. They have no idea how much work went into that. "What's your point?" I really didn't care, I just wanted to leave. This conversation was lower my IQ by the second. Kristen's hand went to my crotch. "We figure if we would just fuck you, you can convince Lucy to help with our grades. We don't want to repeat 12th grade, and we both are very close to having to." She flashed me her 'please feel sorry for me face' as her hand massaged my manhood to full length. "So, what do you say?" "I would say I can accommodate your request ladies, but why should I?" If this is going to happen, it's going to be by my rules. "Don't you understand what we're offering?" Kristen removed her hand in shock. "Most guys would give their left nut to be with the two of us," Winnie snidely added. "Yes, I know what you're offering, two on one sex for grades. But I've done so much more than that already." The girls looked at me disbelievingly. "Up the offer or enjoy senior year, again. And I recommend a change in temperament." I stood up. "Tell Lucy when you've made a decision." I left. Frankly I would've gone for it if it wasn't for their attitudes, or should I say Winnie's attitude. She definitely felt she would have been doing me a favor if it went her way. Besides, a wham bam, thank you ma'am on the floor of the high school bathroom doesn't sound that appealing. Who knows what diseases are crawling around in that place? I could end up with a birth defect. I chuckled out loud at my own private joke as the bell rang. A week later and Lucy hasn't said anything about Kristen and Winnie. I have a small twinge of regret at not accepting their offer. I could've fucked Kristen and paddled Winnie's ass. Knocking her ego down a step or two would've made it worth it. Alas, I suppose I will have to settle for Emma, Hilary, Rachel, and Lindsey. Not bad consolation prizes if I say so myself. I suddenly found myself being called to counselor Evans office. He wasn't even my counselor. I debated whether I would even show up or not, but decided the hell with it. You never know what opportunities exist if you don't check all opportunities that come your way. I knocked on the door. "Come in." I was surprised it was a woman's voice that came from inside Mr. Evans office. I opened the door and my mouth just hung open. A woman I have never seen before, and believe me, I would have known if I've seen her before, had her body propped up by her arms laying the width of the desk with one leg hanging over the side and the other bent at the knee. She was wearing a red and black corset with black stockings and high heels. She was a walking wet dream. Definitely not Mr. Evans. At least, I hope not. "Well hello there," she said enticingly. "You must be Will Harrison." "Indeed I am." I doubt I could've spoken more than those three words. The woman stood up provocatively and put on a coat. "Would you be interested in coming with me?" I nodded, still mesmerized. I followed her to her car, a silver Lexus, and she was surprised I opened the door for her. "I didn't realize I was in the company of a gentleman." She smiled at me. I got in the passenger seat. "And what's your name Mademoiselle?" I tried to be smooth, but I doubt I was. "Lorraine Winthrop." She stated as her car roared to life. We only drove a couple miles before pulling up to the largest house I've ever seen up close. Suddenly, my stomach was doing backflips at the thought that I was found out by Brantley Sherwood and he was going to exact revenge on me. I was about to send a 911 text to Edwin and Stu when she put a hand on my shoulder. You would have thought I was on an ejector seat at how high I went in the air. "You're sweet." Lorraine snickered. "Follow me if you think you can handle it." She exited the vehicle and I stared as she walked past the front of the car. I gave myself a couple seconds to have a few deep breaths and steel myself. Up until this point, I was taken completely off guard and therefore, not in control. I am so much better than this. Lorraine turned to look at me to verify I was coming. I opened the door that instant and got out. Lorraine let out a slight gasp as she noticed my entire demeanor changed. She opened the door and I walked in. "Nice place." I said nonchalantly as I glanced around. "You should see the bedroom." Lorraine gave me a wicked smile. "Lead the way Sexy." I couldn't help myself. Half way up the stairs, I turned her around and gave her a kiss full of lust. When we separated, she looked at me inquisitively. "You are quite good at that young man." I just smiled and sunk to my knees. I wasted no time in exposing her pussy, but I didn't dive right in. I kissed, nibbled, and licked all around. She was soon moving her pelvis to try and get me to make contact with her now wet cunt. It was driving her mad. "Please," Lorraine whimpered. "Not until you tell me what this is about." I lightly exhaled on her quim and she quivered. I went right back to teasing her. "I'm doing this for my daughter." Lorraine panted. "Which is?" I sent my tongue up her slit, but barely made contact. "Dear God." Lorraine shivered. "Winnie. I'm doing this for Winnie. She said you could get her to graduate this year but you turned her down. I don't want her to turn out like me, a pregnant teenager with no high school diploma who had to marry an 83 year old man just to survive. Now please, I need to be...Ohhhhhh!" I drove my tongue as deep as it could go. However, I still took my time. I would only occasionally brush up against her clit as I explored the rest of her pussy. I built her up and then backed off repeatedly, keeping her on the brink. Lorraine's knees buckled and she finally collapsed on the stairs. "Please let me cum!" She was begging. "I don't care if you help my daughter. Just let me cum!" I waited a minute longer and then drove two fingers into her depths as I sucked her clit. Lorraine spasmed something intense and let loose a constant howl that reverberated off the walls. My head was trapped as her orgasm didn't even seem close to subsiding. Her cunt just kept gushing her juices and I had no chance to keep up. Lorraine finally relaxed, or I should say loosened her grip enough for me to get oxygen into my lungs. I crawled up beside her and put one arm on her. My fingers were wandering aimlessly over her perfect form as our breathing was coming back to normal. "Where did you learn that?" Lorraine asked curiously. "I mean most guys do it because they feel obligated. Some won't do it at all. But you, oh my God. You turned that into an art form. You are already the best I've ever had and we haven't fucked yet. So where did you learn that?" Lorraine gazed at me lovingly. My Principal is what I wanted to say, but I chose to lie again. "The internet." Lorraine let loose a laugh. "Well young man." She stood up. "You've earned the right to have me any way you desire for as long as it takes for you to be satisfied." She gave me her hand and seemingly dragged me to her bedroom. Our clothes disappeared from our bodies as we started to make out. By the time we made it to her bedroom, we were nude and tumbled onto the bed. "Well?" Lorraine asked almost impatiently. "Since I did all the work on the steps, I'll let you be on top, but I guarantee we won't finish that way." "A man with varied tastes." Lorraine straddled me. "I like that." Lorraine began by slowly going down to the base of my shaft and back up. With each downward thrust, she would pick up speed until she seemed to be a woman possessed. I would buck into her and we soon developed a rhythm. She was good. Almost as good as Rachel. I was ready to take charge. Without warning, I flipped Lorraine on her back and threw her legs over my shoulders. Using everything Rachel taught me about varying penetration and clit and g-spot stimulation, or in other words how to fuck a woman blind, I did just that. I pounded into her with force. She grunted through gritted teeth with each insertion and her eyes were as wide as saucers unable to break eye contact with me. Another massive orgasm overtook Lorraine and moments later I joined her, elongating her bliss. I fell next to her and we encompassed each other in our arms. Lorraine couldn't take her eyes off me. "Where did you come from? You're an expert at everything. I don't think I can let you go now." "I told your daughter I was experienced, but I don't think she believed me." Lorraine chuckled. "She thought you were gay after turning her and her friend down." "No, not gay. I didn't like her attitude." I smiled back. "I actually started to regret it a couple days ago. If I would have thought then what I devised now, I would have said yes." "And what is that?" "I would've fucked Kristen and paddled the shit out of your daughter's ass," I said flatly. Lorraine seemingly choked on air. "You spank your lovers?" "I am a chameleon. Whatever the woman I am with wants, I do my best to provide. One loves for me to mix it up, letting our mutual love carry our experience. One gets off on punishment and pain, wanting nothing more than to be dominated. And yet another just loves to be loved, enjoying me being tender with her." Lorraine appeared shocked. "How many girls are you with?" "I juggle four women, and they all know about each other." Okay, the one that matters, Emma, knows about the other three. No one else needs to know about Rachel. "Seriously?" Lorraine looked at me incredulously. "Of course." I suppose I wouldn't believe me either. In fact, if I was in her position, I know I wouldn't. Lorraine thought hard for a long moment. "Any chance I can get in your little rotation?" Now it was my turn to be skeptical. "You were serious about not letting go?" "I tend to get what I want." Lorraine kissed me lasciviously. "You have no idea what you just did to me." I took a breath and regained my serious composure. If this is happening, it's going to be by my rules. "I think your husband would have a problem with that. And I would have to discuss it with my fiancé." Lorraine noticed and tried to reclaim dominance. "Engaged at eighteen? You sure she's the one you want?" Lorraine draped a leg over me. "I can be the one. My husband passed two years ago." Not going to happen. My way or the highway. "Yes, she is." I pushed her away and stood up. "So if you want to be one of my Mistresses, you would have to find your niche." I got dressed. "And I already have a fiancé, a slave, a whore, and someone who worships me. To be in my rotation, you need to offer me something of value." As I left I called out. "Don't worry about your daughter. She'll pass, her friend too." With that, I walked out the door. I doubt Lorraine has ever been treated that way. I bet she always utilized her body to get what she wants. I see Lindsey's future in Lorraine. I have bigger plans. The next day, I was just about to exit the restroom to rejoin a patiently waiting Emma when I heard Winnie begin to speak to her. "Hey, Emma, what's up?" That seemed awfully cordial. "Not much, just waiting for Will." "I just thought you would like to know what, I mean, whom Will was doing last night." So that's the plan. Break Emma and me apart. Idiots. I now know where Winnie gets her stupidity. "Well, first he had school, then he fucked your mom, then he came home in which I had his favorite dinner prepared, and finally we made love until almost midnight. When were you talking about? I don't think he had time for anything or anyone else." That's my girl. "He told you?" Winnie sounded stunned. Why does no one believe me when I say there are no secrets between Emma and me? "Absolutely." I can almost see Emma's smile across her face. Her tone said she knew she defeated a former antagonist. "Oh, and by the way, Will said he was impressed you and Kristen were able to think outside the box and your grades will be updated." A Darkening Soul Ch. 08-13 No response. I waited ten more seconds and opened the door to see Winnie walking down the hall and Emma having a fantastic moment, laughing to herself. The next day, Emma was draped around my waist when Winnie approached again. "Will, can we talk in private?" I nodded and Winnie spun around and went into the library. She seemed surprised that I arrived with Emma still on my arm. "I thought we could discuss something alone." She stated her confusion. "We are alone. I thought after yesterday you'd realize that whatever I say or do, I will tell Emma everything, and vice versa. Like I know about how you tried to put a wedge between us." I looked at her coldly. "Now, what do you want, or should I say what does your mother want? And keep in mind, I didn't like what transpired yesterday." Winnie let out a sigh and her head wavered. "Okay. I want to know what you did to my Mom," she said bluntly. "You are all she talks about now." I shrugged my shoulders. "I only did what you planned. Nothing more." Winnie threw her head back. "Oh come on." Her voice raised an octave, getting a raised eyebrow from the librarian. "You're telling me you are such a good fuck that my Mom tells me to tell you she surrenders, and all she wants is to be in your rotation." She used her hands to make air quotes gesture with the word rotation. "And she says she's willing to pay your college tuition for it. I don't even know what she means by rotation." "The answer is yes, he is that good of a fuck." Emma answered. "And by rotation, she means she wants him to fuck her every once in a while and she'll pay for his college." Emma chuckled. "Considering her plan to make him your father fell through." "What?" Winnie paused and then comprehension hit her like a ton of bricks. "Oh my God. Eww. That's why she had me talk to you yesterday." Her hand covered her mouth. I laughed with Emma as I stood. "Tell her I want it up front. Emma's too. Two hundred thousand." I pulled out Emma's chair. "Then we'll start. Also, I'm open to participating in a little mother daughter ménage a trois as well." A look of disgust adorned Winnie's face as Emma and I left. The next day, Lorraine met me in the parking lot with a briefcase. "What, no minion today?" Confusion swept across her face. It suddenly dawned on me she didn't know what the word minion meant. Idiot. "I meant our little go between, Winnie." Lorraine shook her head and handed me the briefcase. "I want to make sure we are clear." I did my best to seem disinterested as I handed the case to Emma to inspect. "I want one day a week until you go to college plus every weekend during your summer break. For what I'm spending, I want my money's worth." "Every other weekend in the summer." I countered. "I have to make wedding plans." Lorraine sighed. She really was used to getting her way. "Deal." We shook hands and went separate ways. I enlisted Stu and Edwin to chaperone Emma and I to the bank. With Emma having a full ride and me receiving a partial scholarship, I just got my college tuition and my financials set for quite some time and all I have to do is have sex with a hot MILF over the summer. Pretty good deal if you ask me. Chapter 13: What Is Necessary With five minutes to go in 5th period, I was called to the Principals office. I had no idea what this was about. I was never called down there, I always went to her, and so I took my time. I arrived at the office and Mrs. Yates waved me to go right on in. Not normal. She always gave me the third degree. She knew what Rachel and I were doing, despite our lame lies on why she screams like a banshee every time I enter the office. I was surprised when I opened the door. Lindsey, Lucy, Hilary, and Emma were in the four chairs right in front of the Principal's desk. Rachel was sitting behind it and Amy Saunders, an average looking girl, who was one of our newspaper journalists, was standing near them. I walked over to the couch that sat off to the side in front of the window. "Lucy and Emma, the pictures and audio recordings I have before me is enough to expel you." Rachel started. "And Miss Dyer, I can't very well allow you to continue working here. What were you thinking?" I knew I was going to be okay when Rachel whispered, "If you were in trouble, you should have told me," as she walked around her desk and behind everyone to shut the door. "And Lindsey, what would possess you to sell yourself?" The four were on the verge of tears. Amy took over the conversation. "And you see Principal Larson; they all wear these engraved charms." Amy flipped Lindsey's charm over. "Hers says "Whore", Miss Dyer's says," she turned Hilary's over, "Kitten." Then Amy gazed at Lucy. "And hers says... 2IC. What's 2IC? Is that some sort of leader symbol? And Emma's says...Wife. Really? You and Lucy are..." Amy's voice trailed off, unable to complete her sentence. "Emma's engaged to me and Lucy's charm is a military term that means Second in Command." I answered. "Wait, Second In Command? You mean Lucy's not the leader?" Amy seemed perplexed for the moment. "No." I looked directly at Rachel, and she appeared momentarily stunned, seemingly knowing my next statement. "They were all following my orders." I then stared down Amy. "If you want to be an investigative reporter, you should do better investigating." I then looked back at Rachel and mouthed, "Trust me." With that, Rachel leaned over Amy's shoulder, her cross hanging near her cheek. "And what does mine say, you Little Devil?" Amy had a genuine look of panic on her face as the end of school bell rang. "Rachel, I recommend we take our guest over your house to finish this conversation." I looked at my watch. "The JV baseball game will start in an hour and a half and people will start showing up soon." I threw Lucy my keys. "Follow us there, and make sure you bring my duffle bag. Slut, help me get this Little Devil to Rachel's car. Rachel, grab the evidence and print a copy of her file." I looked at Lindsey. "I believe you have a date, Whore." I rubbed her cheek with my thumb lovingly when I said her name. "I love you too." Lindsey responded as she giddily went out of the office. Amy was seated in the middle of Rachel and Hilary in the backseat with Emma in the passenger seat while I drove the blue SUV. "What are you going to do to me?" Amy worriedly asked. I glanced at her through the rearview mirror and answered her with silence. Tears began to trickle down her cheeks. When we pulled up, I handed Hilary the keys. "Slut, take the devil inside." As soon as the car door shut, I turned toward Rachel. "I'm sorry I got you involved in this. You are too righteous and honorable and I really wanted to keep you from the darker side of my life." Rachel offered a small smile. "God asked Lot not to look back when he destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah. I look at this two ways. I can follow my faith and heart and let you lead and guide me as Lot did, or I can be like Lot's wife, and disobey you and turn into a pillar of salt." Rachel then leaned into the front seat and embraced me. "I'm sure you have your reasons for what you felt you had to do. I will take the course of Lot and follow you anywhere." As we got out of the SUV, Lucy arrived. The four of us entered the house and I pretended to cough to hide a laugh. Hilary had Amy's wrists duct taped to an office chair. Now you can add kidnapping and taking a hostage to my ever expanding criminal resume. I sat in a chair and made a hand motion. Hilary rolled Amy in front of me. She was trembling slightly and tears were evident, but she had a look of defiance in her eyes. Rachel handed me her file and the evidence that Amy had given her. I glanced at her student file. "I see you got accepted to Columbia University to study journalism. Congratulations." I set down her file. "These are impressive." I stated as I flipped through the pictures while playing the audio cassette. The tape had a conversation between Lucy and an unidentified student negotiating a price for a sexual escapade with Lindsey, followed by a clip in which Emma was talking to Lucy about changing grades. "Did you take these?" "Yes." Amy did her best to show no fear. Most of the photographs showed Lucy doing what she does best, ensuring my instructions were carried out to the letter. It showed pictures of the flogging incident with Brantley Sherwood, quite a bit came from our fundraisers, and everything those entailed. Some were of Hilary striping for students, others were of Lucy being the master of ceremony of those events. I came to the last photograph, the one I was brought to the Principal's office to explain. It was a poor quality picture as it was taken through a window and a story below us, but it was apparent money was going from Lucy to me. "You see, this is what I'm talking about." I held the picture up to Amy. "All good reporters know to follow the money. You had your sights on Lucy this whole time, but this picture should have prompted further investigation into me." I shook my head and handed everything to Rachel. "Shred everything and burn the tape." Rachel didn't hesitate and went to her office. "So what were you hoping to gain from all this?" "Truth." Amy said with conviction as she stared me down. She had her wits about her, doing her best Walter Cronkite impression. "I wanted to know what was going on with Lindsey, why Miss Dyer was doing what she was doing, and was hoping to free Shelby, Edwin, and Stu from being blackmailed. I didn't tell Principal Larson that part of it because they are victims." "Victims?" I chuckled. "Victims?" I repeated and shook my head. "Tell me Amy, how much abuse did you receive from those victims in your life?" "Quite a bit. Why?" Amy answered. "And you still prefer to call them victims?" I was slightly shocked. "Whatever they did to me, doesn't make what you're doing to them right." Amy's voice rose defiantly. She felt she was the speaker of justice. But Amy didn't know one thing: I am the law. "You and me, we're the same Amy. You have so much passion and courage to do what you think is right. So do I. In fact, that's how this all got started. I have a feeling no matter what I say; you won't see it my way. I could lower your grades to oblivion and ruin your chance at Columbia, and with Rachel on board, you know that is not just an idle threat. But that wouldn't stop you, would it?" Amy just looked at me recalcitrantly. "Never." "I knew that because it didn't stop me. I know the possible consequences of my actions and I still did it all." I stood up. "Tell me Amy, do you know the definition of a martyr?" Amy's eyes went wide. I grabbed Amy by the chin and gave her an almost maniacal glare. "You know what has to happen for you to become a martyr, don't you?" "No! Please don't!" Amy screamed as Hilary dragged her away. Okay, I know to be a martyr, people would have to actually know you died for a cause, but I didn't have a script to follow like an actor does and I'm definitely not used to giving bad guy speeches. Of all the things I've done, this I regret the most but she would've kept going until she found someone not under my control. With three weeks of left school, I probably would have let Lucy and Hilary take the blame, but that Bitch had Emma on tape as well. I couldn't let that happen. The rest of the school year all anyone talked about was the disappearance of Amy Saunders. Oh well. Life moves on. Emma won valedictorian easily, and she didn't even change any of her grades. I was so proud. I ended my reign of the school. Rachel knew I was moving on but reinforced to me that if I ever needed anything, let her know and it will be done. I released Edwin, Stu, and Shelby from their obligations. Edwin and Stu got their scholarships to division one football schools and Shelby was heading to an out of state college. Lindsey got a different job, one that requires her to say, "Do you want fries with that?" She is going off to finish her meaningless existence. At least her father found another job. Emma and I are going to State University together, twenty minutes away and Lucy joined us, and no, that wasn't planned. Emma and I decided to commute to college from our new home. The house was perfect and it came with a live in house slave, Hilary. We figured we had such great times at her house, we should move in with her. Everything was signed over to us. I was happy. Only two women to please and I'm no longer doing anything remotely illegal. Of course, you never know what might be necessary in college.