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A Darkening Soul Ch. 14-19

By: fgmntfmgnshn



Author's note: I have a new editor - me. Any mistakes that were made was because I knew what I was trying to say so my mind added the missing words or fixed the poor grammer when I reread it. Any complaints or any feedback saying I need an editor should actually try to find an editor before critiquing me first. Happy Reading!

As always:

Thanks to my story consultant Moralez18PT. Your honest feedback was truly invaluable. 

Chapter 14: College

Emma, Lucy, and I reached the red brick walkway and paused. Each of us took one more step with hushed breath and then smiled as we all knew it but Lucy was the one to speak, "We are officially in college now!" The two girls let out squeals of excitement and I shook my head and let out a shocking sigh of relief. I was happy my old domineering life was over and was actually looking forward to becoming a normal, awkward freshman trying to find his way around the immense campus of State University. The girls didn't even wear there engraved charms anymore, nor did Lucy call me Boss. We walked arm in arm in arm, my wife on my left and my best friend, her maid of honor on my right as we strolled to the large buildings in front of us. 

Unfortunately, we didn't have any classes together. I was going to major in Business Finance and Marketing. My father was promoted to President of the Research and Development Company he works for, Ingenious Ingenuities. He assured me a position in senior management with the completion of my degree. Emma decided to major in Computer Analysis. Accomplishing what she did in High School convinced her, and she spent all her free time this past summer becoming more astute in her prowess. So much so, she told me she was lucky when she hacked Hilldale High's database. Lucy was determined to go into a field of Government. Running the Student Council, not to mention all my schemes, she had proven herself more than able to handle the workload and I would not count against her becoming President someday.

It was a fun first year and that continued for the first couple of weeks into our sophomore campaign. We all carpooled together, Emma and I usually picking up Lucy and driving the twenty minutes. We attended school, ate lunch together in between classes, and then headed home. I did have to wait around an hour before they got out of their respective last classes, but hanging out together was fun. It was the High School experience we never had. Being with friends, talking, laughing, and not getting bullied for random crap. All three of us felt it. And it was the best time of our lives.

I wished that was my life in High School. With it being over a year ago, I had started to feel guilty over my transgressions. Who was I to do all those indiscretions? Couldn't I have done things differently? I knew I couldn't sit by and do nothing but... I don't know. Hilary, Rachel, Lindsey, and countless other lives had been altered because of my actions. Was it immaturity that caused me to dominate in the way I did? Looking back, I know I would do it again, but could I have done it differently? More amicably, maybe? It was Sydney Harris, however, that said, "Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable." 

I was walking outside, enjoying the fall air, waiting for Emma and Lucy to get out from classes. I only had ten minutes left but found myself going at a snail's pace to reach our normal meeting spot. My head was up and I inhaled deeply. The crisp breath was relaxing. With my backpack over my shoulder, I continued onto my destination. After a few more steps, okay, I'll admit it, they weren't steps, I had begun skipping, I heard some rustling coming from the trees lining the sidewalk further up and to my left. I stopped, paralyzed that some wild animal might come charging toward me. Granted, I knew at most it would be a squirrel or maybe a raccoon, but still, I was leery. I gingerly pressed on, not really wanting to be late for the girls. Suddenly I saw a female calf shoot out from the edge of the foliage. It was apparent that someone was going to get lucky as a male leg quickly appeared as well. I smiled, thinking I might have to have Lucy drive home while Emma and I handle 'Business Marketing' in the backseat. I have no problem marketing myself to my wife and she would be delighted to be my consumer. I snickered at my thought.

"No. Please. Leave me alone."

I stopped dead in my tracks. One out of every four women will be sexually assaulted in college. One out of eight will be raped. Whoever this girl was, she was already a part of that first statistic, I'll be damned if I let her be a part of the second. I made a whole lot of noise as I darted toward the scene.

"Hey, stop that! Let her go! AAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

As I got closer, I was halted by campus security. He was a big fucker too. "Thank goodness you're here." I pointed to what was transpiring just beyond his shoulder.

"What's your name, son?"

"Will Harrison." I answered, slightly winded. I went take a step and his big hand pushed against my chest. By now, I only heard the girl crying and mumbling her thanks to God. I didn't see any part of the guy. He must have fled through the trees. "What are we waiting for? He's getting away." I took another step and he didn't. But I did notice he was pulling out his baton.

My head hurt while my crying wife was cradling me. "What the fuck?" I went to try to sit up, but to no avail. Emma wouldn't allow it.

"Not yet, Will. Just relax." Her smile was as beautiful as ever. "Are you okay?"

I heard someone sigh, and realized Lucy was also there. 

"Is the girl all right?" I asked as I reached up to feel the lump that was causing me so much agony only to sharply hiss at the touch. "Ah." I cringed.

Lucy looked over her shoulder. "I don't see anyone?" She turned back towards me, "Are you saying a girl did this to you?"

"No." I sat up and Emma clutched at me. "It was campus security. I'll be fine." I needed help to get up. I staggered two steps before I almost crashed down again. Emma grabbed me before I could. "At least I think I'll be."

I explained everything on the way home. They were both relieved I was fine and I believed I was able to prevent the rape of the poor girl, so I took solace that the migraine I was feeling wasn't for naught, but why was I attacked? By campus police of all people? It was a question that needed an answer.

The three of us arrived an hour early to school the next day. Our destination was the Dean. We walked into the administration building and navigated our way to his office. 

"We would like to see Dean Wright please?" I spoke to the older secretary whose hair was already thinning and white. Her nameplate said Francine Knepper.

"Do you have an appointment?" Her voice was raspy, as if years of smoking had taken their toll.

"No Ma'am," I shook my head. "But it is urgent that I speak to him."

"Let's see when I can get you in," Francine flipped open a large appointment book, "Mr..."

"Harrison. Will Harrison."

Francine stopped what she was doing and gazed quizzically at me for a moment. She closed her book and pressed the intercom button. "Dean Wright, a student by the name of Will Harrison is here to see you."

A big sigh came through the speaker along with a muttered, "Damn." Dean Wright then coughed, "Send him in." I had to repress a laugh as the speaker made the Dean sound robotic.

I went to the door, Emma and Lucy right behind me.

"Hold it ladies. Only he can go in." Francine emphasized the word 'he.' "You two can sit right over there," her decrepit finger pointed to a couple of chairs in front of her.

Emma held steadfast at my arm and Lucy was awaiting my instruction, eerily familiar to a year and half ago. "I'll be fine." They visibly calmed as they made their way to the offered seats and I entered the room. To be honest, I was impressed at the magnitude of the office and the furnishings inside, granted my only comparison was Principal Larson's office back in High School, but this was beyond compare. But what was even more fascinating was Dean Wright. I was expecting a prototypical Dean: an older man, white hair, maybe balding. But what was before me was a striking, possibly early forties, tall, brunette woman. She looked sophisticated and the only discernible features that made her even look like a woman in education and not politics was a pair of glasses and the nameplate on her desk. Even her black suit screamed government.

"Have a seat Mr. Harrison."

"Thanks for seeing me on such short notice."

"I'm always here for my students." Dean Wright had a smile that unnerved me. I immediately knew I was not going to like the outcome of this meeting. "Especially when I already know why you are here."

It was over in an instant. I was expelled. I was forcibly removed from the campus by security with Emma and Lucy following right behind constantly asking, "What happened?" I remained silent until we were sitting around the dining room table at home. 

"I sat down and she immediately expelled me, explaining she had a written report from campus security that I was the one who attacked a girl and I should feel fortunate that she isn't pressing charges. I tried to argue and state my case, but that's when those goons dragged me out the office.

Emma put her hand on my shoulder. "I believe you." She kissed me softly on the cheek. 

"What do we do now?" Lucy was biting her lower lip.

"Well, I could always go to another college next semester." I shrugged my shoulders. "Other than that, I don't know." I felt defeated for the first time since the beginning of my senior year in High School.

The girls left for a couple minutes before returning. Lucy sat next to me and Emma straddled my lap. 

"Honey," Emma shook her head. "Cheer up." She then kissed me deeply while gyrating her hips in my lap. "You are so much better than this."

As Emma pulled away, I saw it. The engraved golden heart charm was dangling from her neck. My head turned quickly toward Lucy and sure enough, a small gavel was around her neck and she gave me a warm smile, "Your orders, Boss?" It was what I needed to see. It was what I needed to hear. We were back.

"The first thing we need to do is see how high this conspiracy goes. We need to meet with President Richards," I directed toward Lucy. "Tell Slut when she gets home she needs to get a substitute for tomorrow. She's coming with us." I picked up Emma and headed out of the dining room. I only got a step into the hallway before peeking back in, "You two can have some fun first." I marched to the bedroom and flung Emma on the bed. Her shrieks of excitement were beyond the hearing range of a human being.

I ripped at Emma's clothes until there were none left and then abandoned mine just as quick. I came up from the bottom of the bed, crawling first over her feet, then legs, and then finally over her body. The lust in my eyes must have showed as her hand lightly grazed my cheek while she whispered, "Lucy and I are happy about this too."

Were we becoming power hungry? I mean High School was fun, but it was necessary. Was doing it again necessary? How far did I need to take it? At this moment, I didn't care. I was craving control and judging by the heat that was coming from my woman underneath me; this is how she wanted to be taken too. I lifted her legs over my shoulder and gave her an evil smile. The only part of her body that touched the bed was her head and shoulders. I wasn't gentle as my cock pried its way as deep as it could on the very first plunge.

"Oh fuck me!" Emma cried out.

I didn't wait for her to get used to me. I didn't pause to make sure she was okay. I didn't go slow as I pulled back. No, I reversed swiftly and then drove just as hard back into her quivering quim. It was a never-ending onslaught of plunges and it was causing me the deepest of satisfaction. We were fucking in the purest sense of the word. Driving hard and deep with every stroke, punishing Emma's insides with a reckless fury I have never done before. I was animalistic, grunting and sweating while ravishing. I felt it then. Emma's body constricted around my cock. It felt as if all her weight went behind it and what used to be easily forced injections became harder as her muscles were like a vice around my intrusion. What were once small groans escaping her lips became a loud elongated wail. Neither stopped and it almost became punishment for me to keep going. Almost. I thrust one final time and unleashed all my pent up frustrations in a repeated salvo of white lava deep into her cervix.

Neither of us could move. Me because of the exertion and her, well, I still had her legs over my shoulders, pining her to the mattress. We panted for several minutes before I caught a twinkle from her eye. I released Emma's body from my grasp and collapsed next to her.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you."

"You didn't," Emma giggled. "Even if you did, I still wouldn't mind. Remember, I am yours however you need me. If it is making love you desire, you got it. If it's fucking, I'll do that with you too. If it is whatever you want to call what the fuck we just did, well," She smiled as she shook her head, "I will never complain about that. Damn that was good."

"I love you Emma." I then chuckled, "Tomorrows going to be fun."

Chapter 15: The President and His Daughter

Hilary and I stood in front of the desk of Ruth Stanton, a middle age woman whose hair is a mixture of black and white. She was also the secretary of President Richards.

"Eh hem," Hilary cleared her throat.

"Hold on Quincy, I've got someone in front of me who doesn't have patience," Ruth rolled her eyes. "Can I help you?"

"Yes," Hilary began. "I am Mr. Harrison's attorney, Hilary Dyer, and I would like to have a conference with President Richards about his injudicious dismissal."

"Oh, this should be interesting." Ruth then reached for the intercom, "President Richards, I have Mr. Harrison and his lawyer here to see you."

"Send them in." Why does every speaker system in this place make the person sound like Hal from 2001 Space Odyssey?

When we reached the door, I put my hand on the handle and paused. "Remember our two goals," I whispered.

"Yes Master," was Hilary's hushed response.

I opened the pod bay door.

"Come in," the older man behind the desk cordially called. He was dressed in a blue suit that looked as if it was from the seventies and his grey hair was in a half crescent around the back of his head with an absolute horrible comb over. I swear he only got three strands to make it all the way across his head. "So what do I owe the pleasure of having an attorney grace my presence?"

"I am here to discuss your schools injudicious dismissal of my client."

"Now let me see," President Richards syphoned through some light green papers on his desk. They appeared to be incident forms, "Ah, here it is. Will Harrison. This paperwork comes from Dean Wright, someone I have the utmost respect. She writes that you were attempting to rape a young female student on school grounds. Seems like reasonable grounds for expulsion to me."

"Except he is innocent, Mr. Richards. Tell me, where did that information come from?"

"President Richards please, and it was campus security, of course. Apparently, one of those fine officers witnessed the abhorred behavior your client was exhibiting."

"The same officer that leveled my client with his baton? Hmm. I think I am going to have to get a warrant to confiscate all the batons from your campus security for DNA testing."

"You cannot fault a man for using a weapon to save a woman from the horrors of rape."

"That is true, but only if what you claim is truth, is it in your policy to leave the offender for dead? Why weren't the police called? Why wasn't a complaint opened against my client? If he was committing such a brutal act, why is it that when he came to you that's when he got expelled?"

"Well," President Richards ran a hand through his nonexistent hair. He looked around for a moment before continuing, "because the girl didn't want to press charges."

"And what is the name of this girl who claims my client is guilty?"

"She wishes, and has the right to remain anonymous."

"From the media, yes, but not from my client. Mr. Harrison has every right to face his accuser in a court of law. Besides, if there is no crime, as one was not filed, my client should not have been dismissed in the first place. Are you prepared for trial, Mr. Richards? I am." I was immensely proud of my slave. Not bad for a math teacher who runs the school newspaper. 

President Richards set the paper down and covered it with his left hand. "I suppose we may have been a little haste in our decision concerning his case. I'm going to give Will Harrison another chance. A probationary reinstatement. If he slips up just one more time, his expulsion will be final."

"Mr. Harrison, will you be willing to wait outside while I finish this meeting?" Hilary tucked a stray tendril of hair behind her ear.

I stood and offered my left hand to the President. Though I am right handed, I wanted to see what the paper under his left hand said. He took my hand in his and I glanced at the sheet. The alleged victim's name did not appear. Damn it. One goal failed.

The meeting was over five minutes later, and as Hilary came from the office, she was doing all she could not to cry. I was reinstated on a probationary period, but what was causing the tears was that she failed in her attempt at seducing the old fart. Damn it. Zero goals completed. 

I handed the keys to Emma and slid in the backseat, something I never did. "Back here with me, Slut." Lucy and Emma immediately knew she had failed. I unbuckled my belt and slid it off as Emma's Acura roared to life. I folded the belt and looked at my slave. "Slut, get your ass over my knees."

Without hesitation, but with a whimper, Hilary slid across my thighs. I bunched her beige skirt at her waist and struck her bare backside.

"Ah, one Master."

"And why are we being punished?" Thwack.

"Two. Because I was unsuccessful Master." 

"I would say it was a complete and total failure, Slut! And for that, you get extra punishment." Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. My repeated blows were echoed by a scream and a number. "Thirty Master." She scooted gingerly back into the seat next to me with a sharp intake of air and her head lowered. "Thank you for my punishment Master. I promise I'll do better next time."

"Lucy, lets switch seats."

With Lucy being smaller, she slipped back first and sat on Hilary's lap. I then made my way to front seat. I knew Lucy wanted to be back there with my Slut. Ever since I allowed Lucy and Hilary to be together once a week, they began a relationship of their own. I can see it in Lucy's eyes every time I punish my Slut. All she wanted was to make it better. As long as both were obedient to me, I didn't care.

"Let me look at it," I heard Lucy ask in a hushed tone.

I lowered the visor and flipped open the mirror. Hilary had moved her body over Lucy's knees.

"It's not too bad Baby," Lucy gently rubbed Hilary's ass. She looked at me, "Can I?" I nodded. "I'll take care of you." Lucy's hand then disappeared between Hilary's legs. "Oh, you are really wet this time." Lucy then looked at me through the mirror and mouthed, "Thank you."

It didn't take long before Hilary started to let out muffled screams. I couldn't see it, but I heard it enough to know she was biting down on something.

"It's okay, Slut. No need to hide your pleasure."

A loud shriek filled the car as her orgasm finished passing. Lucy then flung Hilary's legs over her shoulders and really went at it. I turned and almost elbowed Hilary's head as it was now between the seats. I doubt she would have noticed, however, as I saw Lucy plunging three fingers into her canal and her head was just underneath that display, presumably sucking her clit. Hilary was in ecstasy. So was the group of teenage boys honking from the car next to us. I smiled at them and then turned my body while pulling my pants down. 


A Darkening Soul Ch. 14-19



Hilary didn't hesitate and engulfed my cock to the base. Her tongue rolled over my length, caressing my shaft with her mouth. Suddenly, her ministrations changed and she was sucking my pole as if my very essence would lead her to infinite happiness. I moaned with the change was ready to burst. I reached around her body and massaged her tits. Without warning, I torqued each nipple as if they were the reason I was expelled. Hilary pulled away and screamed something fierce at the new sensation. I smiled and rocketed my own pinnacle and it splattered in four strong waves and several spurts and covered her face. I know how to get my slave off. Lucy slowed her ministrations and Hilary's spasm subsided. Using her hand, Hilary did her best to wipe off her face and followed that by licking my cum off with loud smacking noises. I pulled up my pants and sat back into my seat. I glanced out the window to see the teenagers were still there. All of them pressed against the windows trying to get the best view. I smiled and gave them a head nod. Hilary leaned back into Lucy and they cuddled for the duration of our journey home.

"This would have been so much easier if the President would have went for Slut." I was sitting at the table with Emma and Lucy while Hilary served us dinner. I shook my head, "We need to find his weakness."

"He has a daughter who goes to our school." Emma took a drink of cola, "She's a freshman."

"Really?" I gazed at my wife, implying that I wanted a further explanation.

Emma flashed me a knowing smirk, "I looked it up."

She knew me so well. "I take it we already have access to the schools computer?"

"Yup. I can't seem to find anything out of the ordinary for why they would use you as a scapegoat for the rape, but I do have Aria's class schedule." Emma giggled. Now what to do with that information? My consternation must have appeared on my face. "Honey, you seduce her."

My eyes went wide and my head went back in shock, "What was that?"

Emma put her hand over mine.

Lucy laughed and then continued on for Emma as if they had already talked it over, "She's right. Think about what we can accomplish if the President thinks his daughter's life is in danger. We could influence his decisions and most importantly, figure out what he's hiding. Besides, how is that different from High School?"

"But I'm married now!" I threw both of my hands out and had a pleading expression to my face.

"Honey," Emma shook her head in amusement, "I trust you with my life. Just the fact that you're arguing right now proves I have nothing to fear, even if you end up fucking the skank you'll come back to me. You proved that with Lindsey." Emma gave me a warm smile, "Seduce her."

They were right. In the past, I was the architect of our evil schemes, but Emma's idea had merit. For what we needed to accomplish, I had to get close to the President's daughter. All because that dumb prick actually believes in his wedding vows, not that I can really fault him for that. Besides, even though Emma and I have a great relationship, I wouldn't want our first major fight to occur because I didn't listen to her. I would hate to sleep on the couch without her warm body next to mine. I suppose I grew complacent in the past eighteen months. I loved Emma with all my heart and cherished our vows, but our relationship was never based on monogamy. It was based on trust. So based on my wife's decision, I will seduce Aria Richards.

It felt odd going to class Monday. It was a basic 'College Algebra' class. It was the most boring lecture I have ever heard. Probably because I knew it already. Hell, this wasn't even my math class. I was enrolled in 'Applied Mathematics for Decision Making.' This was Aria's class and finding her was proving difficult. I had no idea what she looked like. She could have been the walrus looking girl sitting next to me or the thin as a pencil anorexic chick sitting three rows behind me or even the perky cheerleader type sitting in the front row that kept flashing the professor by crossing and uncrossing her legs. The asshole teacher didn't even call on people to answer questions. I'll just have to match the faces in here to the ones in her 'Writing and Composition' class.

I was woken up to someone smacking me in the back of the head with a ruler. "Hey, hey, stop that." I covered my head with my hands.

"Now that you are awake, you can tell me who you are and why you not only attended my class, but fell asleep?" Professor Wilcox smacked me one more time and a few lingering students laughed at the scenario I found myself in.

I wiped the drool with my sleeve and stood. "Sorry, Sir. I fell asleep because the information you covered I knew already."

"Still, it is disrespectful to sleep when someone is trying to teach you, Mr..."

I smiled, "Good day Professor Wilcox," and I immediately headed toward the exit. I had an hour to kill before 'Writing and Composition' so I headed to the nearest bench in the quad to wait. I apparently wasn't alone on this venture as I reached it at the same time as a girl dressed in black jeans and a t-shirt with some indie band I have never heard of on it. She had black and light blue hair done in a pixie style haircut. She wore some makeup; heavy mascara, black eye shadow, and matching lipstick and had piercings everywhere: three in each ear, nose, eyebrow, and one under her lower lip. She gave me a hard look and sat down while putting her books in the spot next to her. There was just enough room for me at the end of the bench and I went to sit.

"What are you doing?" She scowled at me.

"I'm sitting down," and I proceeded to do just that.

"Find somewhere else." She opened her notebook and began sketching something.

I didn't even respond and just let out a sigh as I relaxed into the hard bench.

"Do you mind?"

"Not at all," I sat amused.

"Whatever," she rolled her eyes. "Stay if you must."

"Thank you. I will." I sat peacefully. We didn't talk at all, just two people tolerating each other's existence. I glanced at my watch and I noticed it was time to head to a 'Writing and Composition' class that wasn't mine, lest I be late. As I stood, the girl was packing her things. "Well, it's been a thin slice of heaven. Take care."

"At least you didn't spend the time looking over my shoulder or texting on your phone." It was spoken in a light tone. I think she accepted me at that moment, not as friend or foe, but someone who could just be an equal. "By the way, you're in deep shit; you broke his number one rule by sleeping in his class,"

"Doesn't matter," I chuckled back. "Not my class."

The girl gave me a curious look, as if she was sizing me up. "You're serious?"

"Of course," I smiled. "Later." And I headed to the next class.

I arrived right on time and promptly took a seat in the empty row of chairs in the back. I didn't want to disrupt another professor's lecture. I scanned the room and saw a few possibilities including a girl with blonde locks sitting in the first row. She was flashing this teacher as well. To verify which one, it looked like I would be attending Aria's Psychology class tomorrow. I folded my arms on top of my desk and rested my chin on them.

"Can I sit here?" Came a whispered female voice.

I glanced up to see the girl from the bench. In a gentlemanly gesture, I waved my arm grandly to the seat next to me, "Of course, my lady."

"Wow," she chuckled as she plopped more than sat next to me, her black backpack with random band patches making a thud on the floor. "That's a new one."

"Actually it's an old one," I countered. "And classics never die."

She smiled at my corny line, her first with me, "So, are you supposed to be in this class or are you just visiting?"

"No, it's not my class. I'm looking for somebody and have no idea what they look like."

"Oh, and who's that? Maybe I can tell you?"

"Aria Richards. I see a couple possibilities."

"Like who?" I pointed out the four girls I recognized from Basic Algebra including the flasher and the overly skinny girl. "Well I'm not sure. Perhaps I'll ask around for you."

"Really? That would help."

"One condition though."

"What's that?"

"Tell me why?" 

She had a look of deep curiosity at what I was going to say. I felt inclined to tell her something, but what? "I guess you can say I I'd like to date her?"

"With someone you've never met and don't know what she looks like?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "Sure, why not?"

"Let me guess, your hoping it's the blonde bimbo."

"I don't have preferences, although if I had to eliminate one, it would be the anorexic." I shook my head, "I would be more concerned about getting her help than starting a relationship."

"You know, you're not bad."

"Thanks, I think," I snickered. "By the way, I'm Will. And you?"

"Me?" She put her hand to her chest, "I'm Stacy."

"Well Stacy, I'm heading out." I stretched my back and then stood. "See you around."

The next day, after Psychology ended, I was waiting patiently for the perky blonde flasher. She is the only one I recognized in this class. She had to be Aria. I slowly packed my belongings as I watched her continually flirting with Professor Carter at his desk. I shook my head wondering if I was even going to be able to get her to be interested in me or if she only had a thing for older guys. Even if I was successful, I was fearful of some of the conversations we would have. If this was the only way she could pass a class... I shuddered at the thought. Thank God or should I say, thank my Father I have Emma. She's perfect. I chuckled at my own joke.

Finally, the professor dismissed her or more appropriately he left her claiming he had to attend to some urgent matter. She went out the exit and I was close behind. I walked fast and soon I was next to her. I put on my best smile and turned towards her, "You're Aria, right?"

She glanced at me, "Huh?"

"I'm Will. I've been to a few of your classes."

She stopped and gave me an expression of pure confusion, "What's an aria?"

I thought that she was playing a game with me. Perhaps she was smarter than I was giving her credit. "An aria is an elaborate melody sung solo in an opera. But it's also your name," I stated confidently.

"My name is Susan," she shook her head. "And don't talk to me again. Ever."

I stood bewildered as she walked away. I was still contemplating what the hell happened when I met up with Emma and Lucy for lunch at our usual spot, The Roasted Bean, a café and deli shop a block from campus. We were discussing strategy, trying to determine our next play.

"She was probably absent today," Emma briefly kissed me and then molded her body into mine.

"Perhaps," I put my arm around her. "I'll go back Thursday and find out." I turned to my left as I heard a chair dragging across the tile.

"That was so funny," Stacy laughed as she sat next to me. "I can't believe you got the wrong person."

"Where did you come from?"

"My mother's womb. And you?"

I chuckled, "Don't we all. Emma, Lucy, this is the girl I told you two about, Stacy. Stacy, this is my wife Emma and our best friend Lucy." I pointed to each girl as I introduced them.

"Nice to meet you." Emma spoke and Lucy gave a head nod to confirm.

Stacy stared dumbfounded at me.

"What? Do I have some ketchup on my face?" I wiped my face with the back of my hand.

"You're married and looking to get involved with another girl?"

"Her idea," I squeezed Emma and the corners of her mouth lifted slightly.

"I don't get it," Stacy now seemed upset as she slapped the table. "What the fuck do you want from me?"

Damn it. I should have seen that coming.

"Is this some sort of game? Did my stepfather put you up to this? Well tell him I said to fuck off. I don't care if he views me as an embarrassment because of how I act and dress. It's my fucking life!"

"Aria, calm down. I wasn't sent by your father."

"Stepfather," Aria corrected. "Just because that asshole adopted me and forced his name on me doesn't make a father."

"Him either," I shook my head and decided to come clean. I told her about the attempted rape, how I stopped it, how I was accused for it, my almost expulsion, and how I wanted to date her to get back at her stepfather.

Aria sat deep in thought as she absorbed what I told her. I didn't want to interrupt. I just sat there waiting for her to speak again.

"Okay," Aria seemingly spoke to herself and then with a smile, she more confidently continued, "I'll date you. Serves the bastard right."

It was early November, so the plan was for Aria and I to go out a few times and she would spread it around her house that she was starting to see someone. At Thanksgiving, I would go meet her parents and ingratiate myself with her mother while putting the screws to President Richards. The couple of weeks would allow us to get everything lined up perfectly for when we come back from the holiday vacation.

Chapter 16: A Tale That Goes Beyond Words

All our preparations were set. Tonight was going to be bittersweet. As the day before Thanksgiving, all of Aria's family was convening and she was no exception. She also ensured I would be able to stay the weekend; arguing until her mother relented. This also meant I was going to be without Emma. We haven't been apart like this but I know we'll be fine. I'll miss her though. The bright spot was Aria herself. She really has incorporated herself into our little family these past few weeks. Her demeanor, her no bullshit attitude toward life was a nice addition. Granted, Emma, Lucy, and I have proven we stand up for what believe in, but she voiced her opinions with a blasé brashness that we all found endearing.

I was walking around the campus at a lazy pace, almost dawdling, relaxing as the fall foliage was creating an environment of peace and serenity. It was easy to relax considering I just finished my last exam. And it was even for one of my actual classes. We may have the computer system under our control but I do need to better myself if I want a future. Can't just take over everywhere I go... Or can I? Hmm.

"It's you!" I was shaken from my reverie to see an auburn haired beauty running up to me. She was wearing a grey and white argyle patterned sweatshirt and blue jeans. I looked behind me and saw no one. "It's you!" She called again.

"It's me," I responded as she pulled up in front of me, slightly winded from her jog to get to me.

She smiled brightly and hugged me, "Thank you!"

I was completely surprised as her embrace tightened and she started crying. "Thank you," she repeatedly whispered this mantra.

I put my arms around her and added a light tapping to her upper back. The cadence was meant to be soothing and I waited patiently for an explanation.

"I'm sorry. I can't believe I'm crying like this. You're probably wondering who I am," she pulled back and wiped away the remnants of her tears. "I'm Erin Richart and you saved me."

"Will Harrison, and how did I save you?" I was utterly perplexed.

"Yeah, it was six weeks ago, but I still remember it as if it were yesterday. You, making a lot of noise, saved me from being raped," another tear cascaded down her cheek. "I'm sorry you got hurt for me, when that asshole left, I looked to see what was going on and saw you get hit so that's when I ran. But from the bottom of my heart thank you. Your presence allowed me to escape."

I gazed into her water-filled eyes, "Your welcome. I'm just happy you're okay. I thought you got away, but I was never sure."

"Do you mind if I walk with you while I wait for my friend?"

"Sure." We walked quietly together for a bit. I didn't know what to say to her.

"I feel safe being next to you," Erin broke the shared silence.

I chuckled, put my arm around her shoulders and lightly squeezed. "That's a natural reaction. But the most important thing is to not be scared. Don't let that act define you as a person. Be strong."

Erin snuggled into my embrace, "I'll try. Are you seeing anybody?"

I showed her my wedding band. "Happily too."

"She wouldn't be mad if she saw us like this?" There was a stunned quality to her voice.

"Saw us? I have no secrets from my wife. I plan on telling her about this entire encounter, even the part about me holding you like this." Erin didn't say anything, but I got the impression she felt disheartened. "Don't worry, you'll find someone special." I felt her smile. "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

I stopped walking and faced her. "Did you accuse me of trying to rape you? The administration said you singled me out as the perpetrator and they tried to expel me. The only reason I'm still here is because you didn't press charges."

I could tell this was all news to Erin. Her mouth hung open in shock. It moved a couple times, but no words escaped her lips. Then she just began rambling, "I never... You saved me... Why would I..." She stopped and took a deep breath, "No one even sought me out after the incident. No one cared but you. I could be getting tortured and I would never lie about what you did."

"Do you know who attacked you?"

"Sort of," her head lowered, "It was one of the guys from the Phi Delta Omega fraternity. All the girls in my sorority have been told to only go out in pairs and be careful, but I thought I would be all right but... Thanks again for what you did for me."

"You're telling me there's a fraternity here that goes around raping girls and everyone knows about it and no one does anything to stop it? I've been here over a year, how come I have never heard of this?"

"You really didn't know?" I just stared dumbly at her. "Well, the attacks don't happen in the middle of the day. So if you live off campus and only come here for school and the people you hang out with do the same... I can see why you may not have heard. It's not something the victims want to gossip about."

I was beyond pissed. I didn't understand how this could happen but what's worse was the school was involved. Why? A deep fear for Emma, Lucy, and Aria's safety filled my body. I felt rage course through my veins. I think my new body language scared Erin.

"Well, thanks again," Erin kissed my cheek. "If you need anything, just ask. Here's my number." She slipped her phone number into my pocket and walked to her awaiting friend.

I didn't need it. If I needed her number, I would've just looked it up in the schools directory on the computer. I met up with my three ladies for lunch before we were to go our separate ways. I went over the new developments and gave explicit instructions that they were not to be alone on campus. I gave Emma the task of finding out everything there is to know about Erin Richart and Lucy the job of inquiring around to determine the facts about the fraternity. If this were indeed truth, why would the University allow it? Aria seemed surprised I was handing out assignments and looked at me questioningly. I was certain that before now she thought it was just a game, but now knew how motivated we were to make the school a better place.

Chapter 17: A New Provost

Aria and I pulled up to her house, a magnificent, enormous piece of architecture that reminded me of the Winthrop residence, and I happened to glance over at her before opening the door. She was staring at me.

"What's on your mind?"

"Why did Lucy call you Boss earlier?"

"You mean when I told her to do investigate the fraternity?"

"Yeah, that bothered me too. You didn't ask. It was like a demand."

"Because it was," I chuckled. "Emma, Lucy, and I have a history together. When I told her what to do, we were not friends at that moment. She was an employee."

"What? That doesn't make sense," Aria was flabbergasted.

"Aria," I cupped her hands in mine, "Lucy and my relationship started as a typical work relationship. I was her boss and she was my employee. I used her talent as an orator, her ability to be creative in her tasks, and her position as student council president to help control my High School from the depravity in which it was sinking. We became friends after that."




A Darkening Soul Ch. 14-19



Aria seemingly coughed up a lung, "Did you say control your High School?"

"Yes and now we are going to do the same here at State University. Mark my words; there will be a power shift soon." I moved one of my hands to her cheek and brushed it, "You do understand that is what we were doing, right?"

"Yeah," Aria sighed. "I just wasn't expecting the depths you were willing to go. I mean control? Power shifts? Are you doing this for the student body or for you?"

"Do you believe I saw someone about to be raped? Do you believe that campus security tried to prohibit me from preventing that rape? Do you believe that when I tried to notify Dean Wright I was expelled? There were no witnesses to any of those facts, but Emma and Lucy know that I am a good person only wanting to live peacefully. But when something despicable ruins that peace, I act and they follow. Not because I want to, I don't. I don't deserve to lead. I would love to be a normal college student. But I do because I know I can make a difference and the girls trust me with all their hearts. Do you?"

Aria blinked her eyes. Ever since I've known Aria, her eyes seemingly had a playful look to them; when she reopened them, they were different. They were serious and calculating. "I do and I want to help. What more can I do?"

"Well, Emma has been through all the school's databases and can't find anything relating to our problem which means our answer very well could lie in your stepfather's personal computer. We need access to it."

Aria's face fell. "I don't know his password."

"That's all right. We don't need it. All we have to do is hook up some device to the computer that will transmit to Emma's computer. I have it in my bag. It'll take time for her to crack it, but we have time. Just lead me..."

Aria cut me off, "I can do that." She became ecstatic and embraced me. "Please I want to help."

"I was going to say we could do it together." I hugged her back.

Aria pulled back and smiled, "Thanks."

"We better get going before they think something's up." I got out, opened her door and extended my hand, "Are you ready, Beautiful?"

Aria was startled by my words and then laughed, "That's right; we're pretending to be boyfriend and girlfriend."

"Maybe, but that doesn't change the fact you are beautiful," I said as I grabbed my duffle bag.

As we reached the entrance, the front door opened to reveal a woman who appeared to be in her late forties. She had peppered hair and some wrinkles around the eyes, but there was no mistaking it, she was Aria's mother.

"I was wondering what was taking so long."

"Don't worry Ma'am, I was just nervous and Aria was calming me down. Take a look," I gestured to my Mustang, "No foggy windows." I then extended my hand, "Will Harrison and it is an absolute pleasure to meet you and I am honored you are allowing me into your home for the weekend." As she accepted my hand, I placed a kiss on hers. 

I glanced up and she smiled, "Gretchen Richards and I can see why Aria is taken with you."

"Other way around Ma'am. Your daughter is intoxicatingly gorgeous and I thank God she found it in her heart to consider me, let alone date me."

"Such a charmer. Please, please, come in."

I placed my hand at the small of Aria's back; letting her lead while I stayed close. It could have been the cold, but I swear she was blushing.

"Harold, Aria and her new boyfriend are here," Gretchen called out.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," I heard President Richards groan which was followed immediately by quickened footsteps. He turned the corner and froze. I didn't.

"It's great to meet you, Sir. I'm Will Harrison." I afforded him a smile as I grabbed his hand. I was struggling to keep myself from laughing at his countenance.

"Harold!" Gretchen interjected, "Don't be rude. This is the first boy Aria brought home that doesn't have a tattoo or smell of weed. And he has manners!"

"Mom," Aria cried out.

"What?" Gretchen played innocent. "It's true."

Harold finally moved his hand slightly, the best handshake he could muster.

As we filed into the living room, the pitter-patter of small feet came from the hall. 

"Aria!" Two little identical boys no older than seven rushed to her side. They each had a bob cut of brown hair and matching Spiderman pajamas.

"Hey guys, it's good to see you," Aria went to her knees and hugged them both. "I want you two to meet someone." She turned to me and smiled, "This is Will. And these two are my twin brother's Robby and Billy." She ruffled the hair of each one as they were introduced.

I kneeled down to be at eye level with them, "Hello boys, I see you like Spiderman. I think he's awesome."

"These are our old pajamas," Robby declared.

"Yeah, we like Batman now," Billy added.

"Me too," I smiled. "But you know who else is great?" They looked at me curiously and I pointed to Aria and raised my eyebrows, "I think Aria could take both Spiderman and Batman on in being awesome."

They laughed, "Me too!" They both said in unison as they embraced her. Then in a whisper, I heard Billy say, "He seems nice," and Robby added, "Yeah, and he doesn't have large spikes coming out of his head."

Looking directly at me, Aria smiled, "I like him a lot too."

I stood and offered my hand and Aria quickly accepted it. The evening was nice. The whole time, Harold was eyeing me curiously, wondering what I had up my sleeve. But he was the only one. I met Aria's grandparents, an aunt, two uncles, and four cousins and all of them liked me. And Gretchen loved me more than air. I was even able to install the computer gadget Emma gave me while Aria stood watch. I was helping put away the few leftovers from the pizza they ordered, when Gretchen pulled me aside.

"Will," Gretchen began to cry.

"Are you all right Mrs. Richards?"

"Yes, I'm fine." Gretchen wiped the tears from her eyes and smiled. "Thank you, Will. My daughter is the happiest I've seen her since I remarried. It's true she and Harold have never gotten along, but he cares for Aria and only wants the best for her. But she always resented him, thinking he was trying to replace her father. I can see you bringing my family together. So thank you." She hugged me. "We were going to have you stay in a guest bedroom, and I wouldn't have even thought of what I'm going to say to any of her prior boyfriends, but," she took a deep breath, "you can stay with Aria in her room for the weekend."

I ran my hand through my hair, "Well ma'am, I'd hate to get on your husband's bad side on the first day I've met him." I tried to sound uncomfortable about the arrangement.

"Nonsense," Gretchen laughed. "You're polite, well mannered, and I can see it in her eyes how much you take care of her. When I said Aria was happy, I wasn't talking about just tonight. She's been like this the past few weeks. That's why I was staring out the window when you arrived. I was anxious to meet the cause for the positive change in her. I'll take care of my husband."

"It's a deal," I smiled, "but if Mr. Richards gets mad at me, I get to blame you."

That night, I slipped into bed with Aria. It was my first night without Emma in what seemed like ages. It was still nice to have someone next to me. A warm bed is so much better than being alone. I had to remind myself to not spoon with her and forced myself to lie on my back. We could faintly hear Harold arguing, more like pleading with Gretchen to change her mind about me sleeping in the same bed as Aria. 

"Harold, I made my decision and that's final. They're both adults and he is a good person so if you know what is best, you'll go to bed before I go in there and sleep with him too." Gretchen meant it in the literal definition of sleep, but Aria and I snickered at the double meaning. It all made sense at that moment. Harold was used to being in charge. He ran the household. But Gretchen wasn't her normal self because she finally saw her daughter happy with someone in which she approved. She wasn't going to let her husband get in the way of one her children's joy.

"So, are you planning on sleeping with me?" Aria giggled as she snuggled next to me.

"Your mom seems intent that we do." I pulled up the comforter and closed my eyes.

I was startled awake by a hand. The bright red lights from the digital clock said I was only asleep for an hour. Aria shifted, apparently to get comfortable and her hand rested on my crotch. My appendage twitched in response. I wasn't certain on what to do. If it was Emma, there was no question she would be getting fucked senseless for waking me up like that. Accident or not. But this was Aria. A friend. And, yeah, I have detected some flirting on her part, but that is all the more reason not to engage in sexual activity with her. I wouldn't play with her heart the way I did Lindsey. Aria is a friend and I will not hurt my friends. I chose to feign sleep.

Her fingers were as light as a feather, but they were unmistakably moving. My manhood was beginning to rise; challenging my integrity. "Aria, what are you doing?"

Aria's hand became more emboldened knowing I was awake. "Isn't it obvious?" Her hand grabbed the elastic band of my boxers and slid them only far enough for my cock to spring forth, keeping my legs together at the knees.

"Yes, but why?"

"I love you."

I stopped Aria's hand from moving any further and turned my head to face her, "There isn't a romantic future with me. I am married to Emma."

"I know that Will. I also know she allows you to do what you want with whomever you want." Aria then sniffled, "No one has smothered me with compliments or treated me like you do. Please let me have this. Just for the weekend. Let me keep pretending like we were all night." Her hand began to move again and I didn't stop it.

I put a hand to her cheek, "As long as it is crystal clear you know that we can only be friends. Emma isn't going anywhere. She is my wife and we will spend the rest of our lives together."

Aria answered by kissing me. Her tongue dove in and it went straight for my tonsils before scraping back across my taste buds and curling against my own. She slithered her body atop mine, keeping our lips locked. She snaked a palm to my cock and tickled it against her clit before striking her body down in an impalement of force. She found a certain delight in being coiled around my shaft. She flexed her vaginal muscles, her pussy relishing the meat it was about to devour. Suddenly, a slow pace began and her body moved. It rose and fell with the same cadence of a pendulum. She was preparing herself for a grand finale.

With each plummet Aria made, I lifted my hips to greet her. I couldn't get very high as my boxers limited my movement, but the effect on her was astounding. It brought great pleasure to her to know I was participating. Her speed increased and she became vocal as a hissing sound was escaping her lips. I knew her orgasm was close when my hands wandered to her body. Grazing her skin, molding her breasts, and then the ultimate, I rested my hand on her raven black mound and strategically placed my thumb on her clit, arching in a circle over it repeatedly.

That's when Aria lost it. Her attack on my cock became carnal and I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. I expressed my physical condition but that only made her take me harder. She was slamming into me while her muscles were squeezing tightly around my tool of pleasure. Her back stiffened and she landed so hard atop me I thought a bruise might form. She coated my cock with her love venom, it infecting me to my very soul and I groaned loudly as her awaiting quim engulfed a fountain of my seed.

Aria collapsed to my chest. Her pussy, feeling like soft, silky leather around my pole, was still trying to pull my manhood further into her abyss. I wrapped her up lovingly in my arms. This was still my favorite part.

"Thank you," Aria murmured into my body.

"No, I believe I should be thanking you. That was fantastic." I let my fingers start entwining through her short hair. "Beautiful and amazing. Not many can pull it off."

There was a light knock on the door, "Aria, Will, time to wake up."

I awoke in a flash but Aria was like an immovable weight lying on top of my chest. The door creaked open and I saw her mom standing there.

"Aria." Gretchen's voice was more firm and Aria began to flutter.

"Yeah mom?" Aria wiped some of the sleep from her eyes.

"Breakfast is ready and the whole family is waiting for you."

"Be down in a minute," Aria mumbled as she fell back on top of me.

Throughout this whole conversation, I had a deer in the headlights look. Gretchen didn't even care that I fucked her daughter.

"Do me a favor Will, and get her up. It's going to get cold." Gretchen smirked at me and went to close the door.

"Yes ma'am."

"After what you did to my daughter, you don't need to call me ma'am anymore. Call me Gretchen. Besides, ma'am makes me feel old." Gretchen then silently closed the door.

It took me a few minutes, but I finally made good on the favor I promised. "Wow Aria, your mom didn't freak out at all when she saw us naked and you on top of me."

"Because she's seen it before," Aria yawned. "But it's the first time it didn't come with the guy getting thrown out of the house. She must really like you." She then applied a light blue lipstick and eye shadow. It matched her hair color but it was a far cry to the black she always wore.

"That's a really good shade on you." I came from behind and hugged her lightly. She smiled.

We made it downstairs where the food was still lukewarm. All the adults, except Harold, razzed us, but it was all in good fun. We ate, had a good time and then all the men and children moved into the living room to watch the parade. At least the kids watched. I sat and was engaged in a political discussion with one of her uncles. Aria was in the kitchen where the women busied themselves with preparations for the big meal. Despite being without Emma, I had a nice and relaxing time with Aria's family. It was the complete opposite for Harold Richards.

He seemed to be on pins and needles. Whenever spoken to, he jumped; startled out of whatever his mind imagined I was going to do to him. Before long, dinner was ready and a shout came to "come and get it." But Aria had her own way of bringing me to the table. She came running in and jumped on me. 

"I made the stuffing and the cranberry sauce." Aria showered me with a few light kisses, "I hope you like them."

"Doesn't cranberry sauce come in a can?"

Aria playfully slapped me, "Okay smartass, I still made the stuffing."

I tickled her sides and she squealed. "Can't wait to try it." I could see her mom standing in the kitchen, watching through the entrance to the living room, holding a carving knife with a content little grin as I interacted with her daughter. "We better get in there before your mom decides she wants to carve us instead of the turkey." Aria looked over her shoulder and Gretchen looked around and took a step back, trying to pretend she wasn't watching our playful moment. 

Aria sat at the table while I went into the kitchen to help Gretchen bring in the last of the food, a bowl of gravy. When I sat, Harold stood and Gretchen was next to him.

"Thank you all for coming," Harold announced. I had a feeling he wasn't done but Gretchen took over.

"Yes, it is so wonderful that our family and friends can be with us on this great day. And since it is his first of hopefully many Thanksgivings with us, I would like to give the opportunity to Will to say the blessing for this feast."

Harold obviously wasn't informed of this decision and leaned in to his wife's ear. He appeared as if he was about to throw a temper tantrum but she just looked at me and smiled.

I stood, "I would be honored." All this time I was wondering how I was going to get Harold's attention. I kept waiting for an opening to get him alone, but so far there were just too many people. Awarded this opportunity, however, I made sure I took it. With this silver platter opening, I knew sometime soon Harold would be coming to me. "I don't know any prayers that well, but I have studied the bible and, with permission, I would like to say some of my favorite verses."

"Of course," Gretchen nodded as she sat down. She then pulled at Harold's pants to encourage him to do the same.

The whole family bowed their heads, but I kept my eyes on Harold as I began, "But you have behaved more wickedly than your ancestors." Harold's head immediately shot up and he was unnerved that I was already staring at him. "See how you are following the stubbornness of your evil hearts instead of obeying me." I then looked at Aria, "I will make thee a terror, and thou shalt be no more: though thou be sought for, yet shalt thou never be found again." I gave a sinister smile to the patriarch of the family. "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. Save your people and bless your inheritance; be their shepherd and carry them forever." I could tell my point was clear to Harold. I threatened the life of his stepdaughter if he did not obey me. 

Gretchen, however, was most pleased, "Boys, you can learn a lesson from that. Misbehave and bad things will happen, but if you do the right thing, goodness will follow you forever."

I loaded my plate with food and patted Aria's leg as I ate the stuffing, "This is excellent." Aria beamed at my complement.

The next morning, the family went out shopping before dawn even occurred. Not Aria and I. How could we when Aria didn't stop fucking me until a half hour before they left? She was determined to get her weekends worth of me being her boyfriend. We thought we were waking up to an empty house. We showered together and then I volunteered to make us breakfast while she got dressed. I was rummaging through the cabinets before I found the best breakfast dish I could make, cereal. I grabbed everything required for this gourmet meal and sat at the table waiting for Aria. Instead, Harold walked in looking none too happy.

"What are your intentions?" It was a firm statement said in a deep voice.

"Why, what do you mean?" I smiled dumbly at his comment.

"Don't play coy with me?" There was a fire in Harold's eyes and his hand went to my neck. His grip wasn't tight, he just wanted to make his point that I shouldn't mess with him. "You threatened Aria, you little prick."

I chuckled lightly as I removed his hand from my throat. "You have no play here. Not only am I close to Aria, and I am sure you heard how close we are the past two nights, but her mother, your wife adores me. With the way you have been sulking at my presence this weekend, whom do you think they'll side with, hmm? Gretchen twice has already picked me over you. And if something does happen to me, rest assured that something will happen to her, guaranteed, as I am not the only member of this faction."

A defeated look enveloped his face, "What... what do you want from me? I already reinstated you."

"I could have cared less about that," I slowly shook my head at that statement. "Do you think State U is the only option I have for college? No. What I want is knowledge. I want to know what the school is hiding. I want to know what you know."

"But nothing is going on?" Harold started to panic. "I swear."

"Bullshit!" I stepped right up into his face. "I know you are personally receiving a substantial monthly payment from someplace called 'D'."

The most pathetic face I have ever seen appeared on Harold's face at that moment. A grown man brought to tears by a nineteen-year-old kid. I would have laughed at him if I wasn't trying to extract information from him.




A Darkening Soul Ch. 14-19



"How did you..."

"My team has a way with computers and yours was ripe with information. One more chance to come clean before I invite Aria to go for a romantic drive in the forest. Oh and the twins, they go to Roosevelt elementary? Third grade, right? It's your call Harry."

"All right, please just leave my family alone."

"Tell me," I demanded through gritted teeth.

"It's all Dean Wright. That's what the 'D' stands for. The payments come from her. She came to us three years ago and I was given a monthly payoff to not let anything go public. If someone inquires about whatever havoc she is a part of, she gets rid of them. She advises me on who may be a threat and I just back her decision. She's already upset with me that I reinstated you, but I didn't know how to handle the lawyer." 

"Who is this Dean Wright and what is she covering up?"

"I don't know. I swear, I'm not informed of anything. I just back her decisions."

"I can't trust you. If you blathered to me, I can only imagine how quick you'd cave to Dean Wright." I had him sit down while I thought. "Okay, here's what we're going to do. On Monday, you are going to hire a new Assistant Provost, Rachel Larson. You are then going to send Provost Wilson to handle some conflict at State University Maryville's campus, allowing her to run that post. Rachel will be my eyes and ears to you and the rest of the administration staff. You will do nothing without consultation. She will inform you of my orders and you will execute them promptly. Are we clear?"

"Yes." It came out in a low tone.

"Yes what?" My voice was stern and body was stoic.

Harold looked back up into my eyes and he knew what to say, as I was stalwart in front of him. "Yes Sir."

"Excellent." I glanced at my watch, 12:27pm. "Wow, it's getting kind of late for breakfast. Why don't we get some lunch ready? I'm sure those sale shoppers will be hungry when they arrive."

Aria bounded around the corner and looked at the two of us in a completely new light. The expression she gave me was one of marvel. I told her there would be a power shift and I just made it happen. I was in control of the office of the Presidency for State University. Now all I had to do was deal with the Dean and her minions, campus security. Her countenance for Harold was far grimmer. It was pure disdain. I'm glad Harold had his head down and didn't notice her facial expressions. Aria then mashed her body into mine and gave me a lover's kiss. Maybe the look for me was actually lust. She pulled away, panting. "I'll help with lunch." 

Chapter 18: Cleaning House

My phone conversation with Rachel was short and to the point.

"Your Highness." That greeting is so much better than hello. "What can I do for you?"

"I need you to take a leave of absence and become Assistant Provost at State University."

"For how long?"

"As long as necessary. You start Monday, My Child."

"I'll be there, Your Worship."

Come Monday morning, Aria and I met up with Emma and Lucy. After a not so quick reunion with my wife, which involved her giving me a manila envelope with everything I needed to know about Erin Richart, several kisses with a whole lot of tongue, Lucy informing me on the slow progress of her task, and a promise to meet for lunch, I headed for the administration building. I saw Rachel pacing near the entrance. She kept glancing all around and then at her cell phone as if she were debating on using it. I watched amused as I strode closer to her. Her head pivoted around again and her face perked up as her eyes caught me in their sight.

Rachel squealed an excited noise and ran toward me. It was a reaction I was not expecting. She always portrayed the stoic and authoritative principal. As she ran toward me, she reminded me more of one her freshman students; giggling and not caring as her briefcase flailed in every direction with each step she took. "It is so good to see you again," she hugged me.

I only let the shock settle upon me for but a second before smiling. "Likewise My Child," I gently rubbed her back as I spoke in a calm voice.

Rachel straightened her red suit and stood tall in her matching heels before we started walking. "What duties shall I fulfill for you, My Lord?"

"I need you to be my eyes and ears. You will be next to President Richards the entire time while extracting as much data as you can from Dean Wright. Neither should be trusted. I have made arrangements for the President to be cooperative. If anything appears out of the ordinary, contact me immediately. Specifically, if you notice a light green colored form that comes from the Dean's office." We stopped near the entrance of the building. "Forgive me for not escorting you any further. I do not wish to corrupt your cover. President Richards's office is on the top floor." I put my hands on her shoulders. "A great evil has befallen this once proud institution and I applaud your courage in coming here blindly at my request to help me curb such unwanted immoralities. Thank you."

I can tell she was doing her best not to cry at my words. "It is my honor and my duty to serve you, Your Highness."

Classes were loaded with information and mountains of homework was assigned as the professors all seemed to realize that they only had four weeks until Christmas break to get everything they wanted to accomplish done. Today was the first time I was personally happy Emma had access to the schools computer. I also took the time to delve into Erin's file. She was a senior on the Dean's list, was studying to become geologist, and had an internship this past summer with Green Earth, an environmental agency that tries to fertilize drought-affected areas. The more I read, the more I believed Erin Richart.

Three weeks passed and only one incident report crossed President Richard's desk. Rachel phoned me with the information, the girl was raped, but Rosa Martinez wasn't willing to tell us anything. I was of mixed emotions about the one incident in three weeks. I wondered how things were working in the office and decided I wanted to examine them myself. If we are missing something then it is my job to fix it. On my lunch break, I headed to the administration building. I didn't want to make this trip to many times, lest someone get suspicious, but I wanted to ensure Rachel was appropriately received and was settling into her new job efficiently. I intended for it to be a quick excursion before heading to The Roasted Bean. As soon as I entered President Richards's office, Rachel came charging toward me. She had a light green sheet of paper in her hands.

"Your Grace, does Lucy Wells, the student council president from two years ago attend school here?"

"Yes." A distraught look was on Rachel's face as she shoved the paper into my hands. It simply read:

'Lucy Wells will claim she was beaten up by a group of boys but campus security witnessed her falling down the stairs. Signed, Dean Victoria Wright.'

I dropped the paper, turned, and ran for the exit. My only focus was to find Lucy. I called her cell and it didn't even ring. The digitized voice said that the phone wasn't in service. I called Emma as I burst through the door leading outside. 

"Emma, have you seen Lucy?"

"No, I just finished up in the library and was heading to the café. Hang on, there is something happening in the quad that has everyone riled up." 

I sprinted to the quad and there was a crowd of people circling the fountain in the center. I pushed my way through the masses and froze. The fountain had a replica of 'The Thinker' by Auguste Rodin at its center. But what made me gasp was the woman secured to its back. Her arms were open and pulled wide. Rope was wrapped around her wrists and through the statues arms, binding her in place so tight that blood was seeping from her flesh. Her ankles were also secured together, but they hung loosely, allowing a gold chain with a gavel charm that was tied to them to dangle close to the water. She was crucified. Her clothes were tattered, not even covering her feminine areas, and her body was covered in a rainbow of black and blue marks with her face swelling to the point where one could not make out her features. But I knew it was Lucy. Her backpack hung around her neck with a poster board safety pinned to it that read:

I was second in a little brigade I was caught snooping, so I was remade An example am I to who I serve Step forward number one, if you have the nerve

I climbed the statue and whipped out a pocketknife. I glanced down and saw Emma and Aria in tears. Rather than tell them directly, I yelled to everyone, "Don't just watch! Someone call an ambulance!" I didn't want anyone to know they were with me, especially Emma. No way would I be able to handle seeing her like this. I began to sever the rope, being careful that I had a firm grasp of my friend to keep her from falling.

"Boss," Lucy mumbled, "get away, they're watching me."

"Like Hell I will. I'm getting you to a hospital." It came out more forceful than I intended. In a softer tone I added, "What kind of boss would I be if I didn't ensure your health? Besides, you are more than my second in command; you're family." It was faint, but Lucy smiled before she passed out.

I never realized how estranged Lucy and her parents were. I called them immediately. Upon hearing their only child was in the hospital with a broken jaw, two cracked ribs, and a concussion, they both responded with "they were too busy at work and would visit later." I knew things didn't go well when she came out to them about her sexual preferences, but this response baffled me. I also called Hilary. Her reaction also surprised me as she arrived in eight minutes, from twenty minutes away. 

Emma, Aria, Hilary, and I spent the next two hours huddled in a small space next to Lucy. It cost a thousand dollars to the nurse to let the four of us stay in there. Money well spent. 

When I first saw Lucy, I only wanted her to be safe and get better. Sitting in silence caused my worry to turn into anger. Every beep and sound coming from the machines was like a knife wrenching my stomach. My friend was suffering because of actions I took. I looked at my hands and felt they were stained. My mind raced to place blame. It found it three entities: Dean Wright, campus security, and that frat house. I wanted revenge. But Juvenal once said, "Revenge is sweeter than life itself. So thinks the fool." Should I forgive this atrocity and give up the fight? No. My need of revenge was fueling my hatred and my hatred grew tenfold. And according to Olive Moore, "Hatred is a passion requiring one hundred times the energy of love. Keep it for a cause, not an individual. Keep it for intolerance, injustice, stupidity. For hatred is the strength of the sensitive. Its power and its greatness depend on the selflessness of its use." I just need to keep my revenge in perspective to my cause. I knew what to do.

Lucy's eyes fluttered before slowly squinting open. Despite her great pain, she lifted her arm to the oxygen mask.

"No. Keep that on for now." I put my hand up to stop her.

Lucy shook her head slightly and cringed with pain, but still insisted the removal of that mask. I relented and did it for her. "Come closer." Her voice was just a whisper. I did and she continued. "You shouldn't have cut me down. Now they know who you are. I know how much anonymity means to you."

I stared blankly at her for a moment. "Lucy, you are family. And no one gets away with hurting my family. They know who I am... Good. Then they'll come for me and I will know who they are and exact my revenge."

A small smile pursed Lucy's lips, "But I know who they are. I finished the task you gave me. Erin's story checked out and I took a picture of the leader. The memory card is in the public mailbox on the corner of Wilshire and Cambridge near the dorms. I was running away when I threw it in there. Good thing because they destroyed my phone when they caught up to me." Her voice was giving out.

"Shh, we'll talk later."

"No. You need to hear this." I saw a fire Lucy's eyes.

"Okay." I nodded. Whatever she had to say, it was important to her.

"Some members of campus security are fraudulent. They wear the clothes, but work for the Dean. I apologize for not being able to figure out who they are. I was close, but..."

"Rest now, Lucy. You have done well and I have thought of the perfect reward for you. When you get out of here, you're moving out from under your parent's scrutiny and into my home. You can share a room with your lover without being looked down upon or have any consequences taken against you." I leaned back and allowed her to make eye contact with Hilary. They both had smiles and tears cascaded down their respective cheeks. "Now if you'll excuse us, there is a certain problem in which I must rectify." I placed her charm necklace in her hand and she clutched with an iron grip. 

"Thank you for its safety," Lucy whispered.

I was surprised at how much that charm meant to her.

"Emma, Aria, time to go." I then put my hand to the side of Hilary's face. "I know you will take care of her, won't you Kitten."

Hilary's head shied downward, "Of course Master, and thank you for gift you have given us."

The three of us marched out of the hospital, Emma, looking as headstrong as ever on my left and Aria, though willing to let me lead had a hint of fear in her eye, was flanking my right. I whipped my phone out as I got in the passenger seat.

"Rachel, I need a complete list of names and pictures of our campus security and which ones are working right now. I need it emailed to me immediately. Have President Richards inform any on duty officer that they have a new head of security, Emma Harrison and they are to do as instructed by her."

"Yes, my Lord."

Within a minute, the desired information appeared in my inbox. There were fifteen at various locations on campus. Stewart Hatcher would be the first one we intercepted as he was at the main gate. We went to the mailbox first. I stood staring at the puzzle before me. The task seemed daunting since it was locked. I then remembered I had a master key.

I shook my head, "Pop the trunk." I walked to the trunk and grabbed my master key. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. I pounded my crowbar repeatedly until the side flared opened. I'm glad I have had practiced this with the whip on Hilary's ass. That was one hell of a workout. I used my key to pry it open the rest of the way and found the memory card. As we drove, I put the card into my phone. I scrolled through a myriad of pictures of Hilary, Emma, Lucy, and I before reaching a tall, toned blonde man in a green and white polo shirt with the Phi Delta Omega insignia on it. "Why does this guy look familiar to me?" I showed Emma and Aria the picture.

Aria shrugged her shoulders but Emma had the same expression I did.

We pulled up to the pillbox of the main gate. "Officer Hatcher," Emma held out her license. "Get your things."

The three of us parked close and the guard rushed over to us. "Ma'am."

"Officer Hatcher, do you know anything about the other security force claiming to be the same as you." I spoke with authority.

Hatcher folded his arms behind his back while glancing at Emma and she nodded for him to answer. "Yes Sir."

"Do you know what they do?"

"I have not witnessed anything but there are rumors that I believe are true."

"And why is that?"

"Because I heard them from Winslow." Hatcher's arms fell to his side and his face lightened in reverence at the mention of his name. "And he is a good man. Most of us are ex law enforcement, but he's a former detective."

I scrolled down the list of working officers and saw that Phillip Winslow was on duty. "I trust you have a radio." 

I peeked up at the man and saw him clutch it defensively. "Sir, he has children. Please don't hurt him based on something I said."

"Oh, you think we're affiliated with that other group?" I chuckled. "No. We're making our own unit to take back this school from the assholes that corrupted it. What I want you to do is convene the other on duty officers so we can put a stop to everything Winslow saw."

Hatcher eagerly called into his radio. "Team, this is Hatcher. Just received word from the wife we can have a poker night at my house tonight."

I stood confused while Hatcher smiled broadly, "It was a code we devised. The fake force, well that's what we call them anyway, listen on our bandwidth. We were hoping a day like today would happen. They'll be here shortly. The only reason most of us didn't quit when the takeover happened is we all wanted to do some good. Try to protect the innocent when we can. But if we blatantly stood up in defiance, we would be fired."

"You men did the right thing by staying. Do you by chance have any extra weapons I can use?" Emma looked at me as if I just asked for a nuclear reactor for our home. I smiled.

"I can't give you a gun if that's what you mean, but I do have a set of handcuffs and an extra bottle of pepper spray."

"Perfect. And I didn't want a gun," I responded and Emma let out a deep sigh as Hatcher went back to his post to acquire my requests.

It didn't take long and soon fifteen men were standing in front of us, all smiles and I heard a few whispers of "It's finally happening."

"Winslow." A big, gruff older man took a step forward. "I hear you're a good man. This is Emma Harrison and Aria Richards. That's right, your new boss and the President's daughter. Guard them as if you were guarding your own children." He looked over at them and nodded.

"Men your job is to capture and quarantine the fake force. With them out of the way, the villains will not be protected and we will easily overrun them. Be discreet and take them out one at a time."

"But Sir, what about their leader? We don't even know who he is." A younger officer with the nametag Tim Hansen spoke up. "When he finds out what we..."

I held up my hand to stop him. "I am going to cut off the head of this faction. I know who she is. I just need two volunteers for the task." The younger officer, probably more out of curiosity, stepped forward along with a middle-aged man named George Weaver.

"Good. Now let's take back our campus." 

I took a step before being stopped by Emma. She kissed me soft and slow before pulling away, "Good luck."

"You too," I smiled before turning. I advanced another step before Aria grabbed me and kissed me like a lover. I was more confused than anything. It was totally unexpected.

"I love you," Aria whispered.

Oh great, we're back to that again. "Aria, I explained this. I'm with..."

"I'm pregnant."

"What?" The word escaped my lips in a dazed way. "I thought you were protected. I warned you."

Aria smiled, "I know you're with Emma, but I need you too. If I can't have you, I wanted the next best thing."

My eyes must have been bugging out of my head, "And you thought right now, this very instant, was the best time to tell me that?"

"I wanted to let you know you have something else to fight for." Aria gave me another kiss, though it was only a peck. "Carpe diem."

I looked up and noticed everyone was staring. The officers thought I was the man, but Emma's look was of curiosity. It was obvious no one really heard what was said. I locked eyes with my wife, "We need to talk later."

I turned again and started walking, but this time no one stopped me and I had an officer flanking each of my sides. My destination, Dean Victoria Wright's office. I called Rachel to get Francine away from her desk. I didn't even want the nuisance of having to get by the dean's secretary. I paused at the doors and took a deep breath. I focused on Lucy and then the cause. After weeks of working and planning, it was coming to fruition. "I would like both of your handcuffs." The two men glanced at each other skeptically before complying. I stuffed them in the same pocket I did the other one that Hatcher gave me. "Thanks. Now wait here and don't let anyone through this door."




A Darkening Soul Ch. 14-19



I entered the office and locked it. Victoria looked up at me with an amused expression. "So you were the little punk trying to change my universe." Her face then turned cold and her stare became icy. "Are you here to broker terms for your unconditional surrender or did you come to ensure your place in the hospital bed next to your friend?"

"Unconditional surrender." I walked slowly into the room, my hand on the bottle of pepper spray in my right pocket.

"Smart boy," Victoria chuckled. "I must say, I was impressed you found someone willing to follow you. The charm was nice."

"They think so." I sat down across from her.

"They? You have more than one?" Victoria's eyebrows rose briefly and she nodded. "Too bad. I want them all gone. You and your band of do-gooders full of Robin Hood complexes are all expelled and I never want to see your faces again or they will end up like your number two and you will be in the morgue."

"After today, I hope to never see you again as well."

"For someone who is losing everything and tried to overthrow me, you don't have much of a backbone." Victoria snickered, "I suppose the truth the hospital gave you proved this wasn't a game."

"No. Not at all." I laughed which I am certain unmoved her. "I am just unwilling to have any more collateral damage." I stood and took a halfhearted step toward the door. "Before I leave, can you humor me and answer this one question: Why do you protect him?" I looked over my shoulder for my answer.

"We can't have a scandal now, can we?"

Damn it. I knew I recognized him. He was on the podium with his father, Vice President Granger, on inauguration day. Rodney Granger, that entitled piece of shit. I turned back to face Victoria, "So instead of disciplining that garbage, you condone his and his frat brothers raping, beating, and basically destroying the lives of innocent people?"

"Now there's the fire and brimstone I was expecting," Victoria chuckled. "And to answer your question, no I don't condone his actions. But I follow orders." I took a deep breath. I had to portray a defeated man. She continued, "For what it's worth, I'm sorry it turned out this way."

"No hard feelings?" I raised my hand to offer a handshake and she likewise. But I kept going and caught her completely off guard as I fired the pepper spray. Her hands immediately went to her eyes and I sprang into action. I went to her rear and pushed her against the desk while pulling both of her arms to her back and handcuffed them. She went to stand up but I elbowed her in the back causing her to fall back to the top of the desk.

"What are you doing? Let me go!" Victoria screamed as I bent down and handcuffed each of her ankles to the desk legs.

Feeling she was secure, I backed away. She tried to stand, but because her legs were spread so obscenely, her momentum caused her to fall forward and back onto the desk. I moved behind her again and grabbed a fistful of hair. "Do you remember kindergarten? The golden rule? One should treat others as one would like others to treat oneself? Well, I am going to treat you like you obviously want to be treated." 

I took off my belt while she screamed, "Please help me. Someone please! He's insane, please!"

"No one is getting through that door Victoria. It is locked and guarded. Now let's see, what outlandish crime should you feel first?" I said with a laugh but turned my stare into something sinister. "Ah, I know. Lucy Wells was my best friend you Cunt. And you had her beaten!" Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. I was relentless as I struck down my blows on her back and ass. The beast below me began to cry. "You are an animal and deserve to be treated as such." Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Each crack of my belt caused an unnatural sound of pain. I had no sympathies as I dwelled on Lucy's crucifixion.

I stood back, surprised at how much rage I was still feeling. "Now what else? Oh yes, how could I forget the incident that forced me into action. How about the unfortunate circumstance of Erin Richart? She's on your list, Dean Wright, for exemplary academics. She wants to be a geologist and better the world. But did you care? No. You let her get groped and sexually molested you piece of shit." As I said this, I pulled Victoria's hair in a very unpleasant manner. I had to hold her up due to the pain her backside was feeling. I wrapped my arms around and forcefully played with her tits. I opened her blouse, and pulled and mashed her breasts together as if I were five again playing with my favorite toy, be damned if it broke. I pinched and twisted each nipple and once erect, I did my worst. I tugged them viciously, extending them to their limit. My hands then crept down and unbuttoned her grey skirt. They slipped in easily and found the elastic to her panties. My fingers brushed over her mound before assaulting her pussy. She was dry and this caused her discomfort. But I didn't care. Erin probably was too. I jammed two fingers hard into her snatch repeatedly. My thumb found her clit and was determined to rub it raw. Victoria's body started to go into self-defense mode and some lubrication seeped down, lightening the pain.

By this time, Victoria was just mumbling, babbling her pleas of refusal. I stood back again. "Did you enjoy that? Erin didn't when it happened to her. Do you safe in this office? Because Erin doesn't feel safe on this campus." I then leaned into her ear, "We have now reached our finale. Do you know Rosa Martinez?"

Victoria's eyes went wide, "Please no."

"So you know how the poor sophomore math major was assaulted and raped and then pushed into having to accept what happened to her? By her Dean no less. Do you know that her grades since that incident have plummeted? Do you know that her sorority sisters found her attempting suicide by using a plastic bag and barely got to her in time?" I grabbed a pair of scissors from a cup on the desk. "Your turn, you fucking bitch."

I pushed her head down to the desk and it made a thump. I started at the top and cut from the collar down. Jacket, blouse, bra, it all came off. When I reached her hands, I ripped the clothes the rest of the way. I then did the same with her skirt and panties. There Victoria lay, naked except for a pair of socks and the sleeves of her coat and blouse. Her clothes in tatters on the floor. It reminded me of how I saw Lucy earlier today. I slipped off my bottom garments and grabbed my manhood. I was as limp as a noodle. My body just wasn't interested in fucking this worthless being in front of me. But it had to be done. Victoria's complete degradation was my goal. I shoved my fingers back in Victoria's tunnel to get whatever lubrication I could. I polished myself with it and began to pump my pole, it slowly responding to my commands. With much effort, I was hard. I lined myself and sunk fully in her sheath.

Victoria cried out in pain. To be honest, it hurt me too. I worked cautiously; as I was nervous her vice would sever me from my favorite appendage. I sawed into Victoria, receiving grunts from my efforts. After initial thrusts, her body responded and the friction was less. I gained momentum, pushing into her quim with force, driving for depth. Each plunge I gained speed and the desk began to creak. I grabbed her hair, wrapped it around my hand and pulled it, using it like a lever, causing her further pain and allowing me further into her abyss. Suddenly, I felt the familiar stirrings inside me. I closed my eyes and barged every last inch into her crevice. I felt it coming and pulled out at the last second. I unloaded spurt after spurt onto this disgusting creatures red ass and back.

"Did you like that? Huh?" I pulled her hair causing her neck to jerk. A whimper was her response. "I hope you want to kill yourself like Rosa did you inhumane piece of shit." I flung her forward and got dressed. "And I'll be damned if I forgot the keys to the cuffs. I suppose you'll have to get your number one to free you like I had to do Lucy this morning." As I made my way to the door, I looked over my shoulder, "Oh and the incident report on this is you fell down some stairs. I have real members of campus security to vouch for it. And once you're free, I don't want to see you on my campus ever again. Consider this your expulsion."

As soon as the door shut behind me, I collapsed to the floor. I never thought I was capable of what I just did. Not even after the Amy Saunders incident. My mind was in overload and I started having a panic attack.

Officer Weaver knelt at my side. "You just did something I wouldn't have been able to do and I am proud of you. You know how much filth I have seen get light sentences or walk away free? You don't even know everything she did in three years here. To be honest, Hansen and I were skeptical about who you thought was in charge. I mean the Dean of students. We were ready to break down that door. But she didn't cry one dissenting statement to what you accused. Not one breathe of 'I didn't do it.' In addition, she didn't give one cry of remorse. Not one 'I'm sorry.' No Sir. That was one cold-hearted bitch. And because of your courage, Hansen and I will follow you as long as you need. Don't waste your time feeling guilty about that... What were the words did you use to describe her? Oh yeah, that inhumane piece of shit."

Hansen laughed and Weaver smiled while extending his hand, "I liked that too. C'mon, we need to meet up with the others to finish this thing."

I took a deep breath and accepted the offered hand, "Thank you." 

He pulled me up with a smile, "Don't mention it." 

"Let's finish this."

We made our way outside when Officer Hansen clicked his radio. "Status report."

"This is Winslow. All the fake force is accounted for and in our holding area."

"Ask about the girls," I interrupted.

"And the girls that were with you?"

"They're present, accounted for, and without a scratch on them. I'll tell you, that red head is cunning," Winslow added with a chuckle.

"Let's all rendezvous at the cafeteria to determine our next plan of action," Hansen spoke into the receiver.

"Roger that."

Chapter 19: Revenge for the Sisters

Walking into the cafeteria, there were a few students munching on vending machine food and doing homework and a few lunch monitors wiping off some tables with water overly saturated in sanitizer, and our group huddled at a couple tables in the back. We arrived, and Emma and Aria both embraced me. I hugged Emma and merely tapped Aria's back. I sat down in between the two girls and noticed that Emma already had gotten me a beverage.

"Thanks, Babe." I took a drink.

"Wasn't me," Emma responded and pointed at Aria.

I didn't know how to interpret Aria anymore. "Thanks." It came out disingenuous.

"So what's next boss." Officer Weaver asked and I noticed all eyes were on me. It felt pretty damn good to have my own private militia at my fingertips.

I smiled. "I say we get the sororities involved. They were the ones that have been the brunt of the attacks the past three years. I think it's time for their retribution. Let them get some of their frustrations out on the people that caused them."

We called every sorority and made plans for ten o'clock that evening. But we quickly changed it to a staggered invitation and each house was given their own hour. There were just too many people wanting to show all at once. I personally called Erin Richart's sorority and scheduled them first. The timeline would give all the girls time to prepare for what they wanted to do. Nothing would be taboo or off limits. The repressed shall rise over their tyrannical counterparts. Every sorority was in and there was no telling what might happen.

Ten o'clock was nice for the girls, but all that meant was my team and I had to get busy. We had four hours to ensure every member of their charter was present, specifically Rodney Granger. 

Darkness was falling over the sky as my team silently encroached toward the Phi Delta Omega house. As we closed in, we heard the idiotic and mindless chatter of college frat boys speaking the absurd. I have to admit, I had to hold in a laugh when I heard this wonderful wisdom, "Put on American Idol, I want to see what that chef guy is cooking."

We were all in position. The security force divided equally between the front and rear entrances with two men, Officers Weaver and Hatcher watching for stragglers on the perimeter. Emma, Aria, and I were waiting behind the line of bushes that lined the front of the house.

"Now!" Winslow called through the radio.

All the men charged in while the three of us waited. Winslow ordered us to stand down in case anything out of the ordinary occurred. Not that he expected any of the frat boys to be packing an Uzi or something else dangerous; he just wanted to be precautious. It was the type of man he was. 

"So, what did we have to talk about?" Emma broke the silence as if we were already chit chatting about our usual nothings we converse about during lunch.

It caught Aria completely off guard. She blushed and stammered, clearly not prepared to deal with the fury she assumed Emma would be harboring over the situation. I, however, shook my head and laughed at her sense of timing. "And what makes you think that now is the perfect time to talk? We're about to take over a fraternity and you want to have a serious discussion. Is this a female thing?" I chuckled again. "I said the same thing to Aria earlier."

Emma rolled her eyes, "You make it seem like we're storming the Bastille or we were The Unknown Rebel standing in front of Chinese tanks in Tiananmen Square. God Will, there are only beered up frat boys in there.

"That's why I love you Emma." I kissed her. "You always keep everything in perspective." I smiled. "Anyways, Aria's pregnant."

Emma appeared to be in an angered thought as she stared at the girl carrying my child. Aria looked petrified, with her head held down and her fingers nervously twiddling in random movements. I was surprised. Not that I was ready for the news myself when told earlier, but after the initial shock, I accepted it. I was certainly financially capable of taking care of a child and I was determined to be a good father. But Emma's response was anger. Maybe it was because my first child wouldn't be with her. But I assumed Emma knew there was a possibility that I might get someone pregnant. Granted, I have only slept with her and Hilary since graduating High School until Aria over Thanksgiving break, but Emma was okay with that too. In fact, she said she was proud of me for getting back to who I was, someone who took charge and didn't care what I had to do to beat the President into submission. Her reaction definitely shocked me as her eyes were piercing right through Aria.

"The house is ours Will." Winslow's voice rang out. I jumped at the noise and bumped my head on an overhanging air conditioner I was under. I was so in tune to the two girls, I had forgotten what we were actually doing.

"On our way." I crouched past the air conditioner, stood, and walked a couple steps. I glanced back over my shoulder and realized I was the only one moving. "Ladies, shall we?" it was a question of hope. Emma was not taking this well.

"You go," Emma stated coldly. "Aria and I have to talk." She got up and started for the sidewalk.

Aria looked at me; her eyes pleading for my intervention. "I told you, I'm with Emma."

Aria appeared on the verge of tears when Emma called back, "Come on, friend."

Aria glanced at Emma, then back at me, and nodded. Her head hung low as she methodically walked to the waiting Emma. When she got close, Emma began walking again, not letting her be next to her. Not letting her be her equal.

"Will," Winslow's voice startled me again. "You coming?"

I glanced at my watch. Nine o'clock. We had one hour before the Rho Sigma Iota sorority arrived. I went inside to make the necessary preparations. Of the names on the charter, there were two members absent: Aaron Willoughby and Spike McDermott. I hope they arrive soon, but I was more than happy the star, Rodney Granger was present.

An hour later, the doorbell rang. I made my way to answer the mahogany slab. It was going to be an interesting evening, not because we had all the members of the fraternity in the basement blindfolded, gagged, handcuffed, clothed only in their underwear, and chained together by black leather collars, but because I was playing host. Something I didn't have to do since Lucy joined my little troupe. I took a deep breath, put on my best smile, and opened the door.

"Ladies, do come in." I stepped aside and made an arm gesture to encourage them to enter. As the first few entered, I could feel their collected uneasiness; it hung in the air. They were set up by the members of this fraternity too many times not to be. Erin walked in somewhere in the middle of the pack. She was the only one not nervous. It was the exact opposite as she appeared almost eager as she stood by me. 

"Thank you for this," Erin kissed my cheek. "This is Jessica Canter, our President. She wanted to meet you."

I offered my hand, "It's a pleasure to..."

"This better be legit," Jessica harshly interrupted me. Her stare was cold and she kept flexing her hand, preparing for a fight. It would be the first encounter of many similar interactions I would have with sorority president's that night.

I shut the door and turned to face the young women. "First thing, these men are actual campus security, not the imposters. Have no fear of them." I pointed to the two men upstairs with me. "Tonight is a night of retribution, payback if you will. For one hour, there are no limits, no boundaries, no restrictions. I have only one rule: Do your very best not to kill any of them. If warranted, however, exceptions can be made. Now, if you'll follow me please."

I led the group to the basement and as each girl entered, an expression of disbelief flooded their faces. They knew they were going to see something, with a high possibility it being a humiliating experience for the boys, but the sight that beheld them seemed to surprise. I stood in the middle of the room, the girls in front of me and the guys behind me. I had a huge smile as I simply stated, "Anything goes," and walked over to a dark corner of the room where Winslow was standing. We didn't talk, but the fact he was accepting of what was going on gave me a sense of calmness.

The girls stood almost spellbound for a couple minutes before Jessica moved forward with a scowl that would have made the devil proud, her hand unzipping her oversized Prada bag of a purse. She moved behind Rodney. In a swift move, his white briefs were around his ankles. Her face went to his ear, but she spoke in a sweet tone, loud enough for all to hear. "Do you remember me? You said I could be the one for you at my first frat party my freshman year. That you weren't looking for a one night stand. And I believed you. You said your favorite position was doggie style. And I believed you. So I bent over and leaned against a wall for our first time together." As she stated this, she bent Rodney over. "But it was all a game. I believe you and your frat boys called it the 'Anal Cherry Game'. No lube, no warning, just to see which girl would walk the funniest the next morning. I had never been in so much pain before. I bled from my ass, you Bastard." Her voice became dark and a shiver ran through my spine when she added, "Now it's your turn." And she shoved a large pink dildo straight up Rodney's rectum. The gagged scream that came from him was something out of a medieval torture scene. She pushed hard until only the fake balls were showing. "Oh no, there's no letting you get used to it." She pulled it almost all the way out before slamming it back. "Do you like that Asshole? How funny will you end up walking tomorrow?" Jessica was unleashing four years of building aggression on Rodney's asshole. She looked delirious with rage.