FREEDOM: Class Warfare

FREEDOM: Class Warfare

Part Four

Blind Fury

By Razor7826 (Copyright 2008)

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This story in no way reflects the views of the author.  It is intended for the eyes of legal adults only.

       These games that people play are the most fascinating article that has arisen since the ruling.  Russian Roulette is almost uniformly illegal the world ever, but the United States sanctions games that frequently have every bit the brutal stakes.  Though murder remains unsanctioned, the participants still wager all of the freedoms that make themselves human.  I’m deeply fascinated to the comparative psychology of those that make such brutal wagers; is there greater perceived risk in death, or in a life of slavery? What does it take for a person to wager their life?

       -Julius Whittaker, Professor of Psychology, Herbert Methodist University

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       Judy Goodheart sprinted from her room, her cattle prod armed and ready.  But it was too late.   The limp and sedated bodies of her friends were strewn about the main hall.

       “What’s happening?” she yelled, frantically searching only to find her friends as befuddled as she.  Nobody could answer with certainty, but whatever had happened was over.  The sirens, the screams, none of it made any sense.

       Only over the next hour could she begin to comprehend the losses incurred.  A masked representative of PTM notified her of the murderous intent of Sean Oaks and Joshua Grump, and that neither of them would be allowed back into the game.  From her teammates, she pieced together the perfectly timed raid from Rowan Prep that had incapacitated three of her teammates and captured another four.

       The lead Seven Saints had developed was gone, fizzled away in an instant.

       The psychological warfare enacted by Seven Saints soon came back to haunt them.  The main screen turned on, and on it showed a horrific scene that far eclipsed the sins committed by Judy’s teammates.

       The four captives were lined up on the floor in a cross, each staring up into the camcorder mounted in the balcony above Rowan Prep’s central hall.  The tattered remains of their school uniforms clung to their body, leaving their tits and crotches completely exposed.  Packing tape quieted their pained moans as the circle of Rowan Prep enacted their sadistic dreams.

       Lincoln Lee and Greg Berry were simply being tortured.  A group of women stood above them and trampled their bodies, clearly not forgetting what role the two perverts played in the rape of their friends.  Bruises covered their body and tears of pain slid down their cheeks, but despite their pleading eyes there was no end in sight. 

       Kelly Rottweiler and Delores Clamp were far less fortunate.  Boys kneeled between their legs and ravished their bodies without the slightest hint of remorse or mercy. Cum covered their chest and thighs, and one more kneeled besides Kelly and jerked off across her face, staining her cheeks with splashes of cum.

       “No…” muttered Judy Goodheart as she watched the rape and torture of some of her closest friends.  Though her plans had accounted for possible losses, it was still disturbing to see the crimes perpetrated. 

       “We have to save them!” screamed Melissa Sinclair, addressing the team in a way that Judy was yet to do.  “Now is the perfect time to strike, while they are preoccupied with the violence.

       Judy Goodheart reached out and grabbed her friends hand and pulled her closer.  “Melissa!”

       “Sorry, Judy, but we have to do this.  It’s now or never.”

       “No, we need to come up with a plan.  There’s no way we’ll win in a straight fight!”

       “But look at them, Judy.  How can you watch your friends suffer like that?”

       Only two teammates stepped forward—Logan Durst and Holly Oak.  Combined with Melissa Sinclair, it was almost half of Judy’s remaining team. 

       “You can’t go.  I won’t let you.”

       Logan thrust his hands against Judy’s shoulder and pushed her back.  “What type of a leader are you?  Our friends need help, and that’s what we’re going to do.  Isn’t that what makes us different than them?”  He pointed to the screen emphatically.

       Judy knew he was right in a way, but lowered her head in shame.  “No… we need to do this calmly rather than rushing in!”

       Melissa smiled meagerly and held Judy’s hand in her own. “We’ll be okay, Judy.  God is on our side.”

       Her friend’s words did not comfort her.  “We need to stick together, Lisa.”

       But it was too late.  Melissa Sinclair had already made up her mind, leaving Judy helpless but to watch her friends gather their weapons exit towards a disgraceful end.

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       Judy Goodheart’s deepest fears were soon realized.  She and her remaining teammates sat in her upstairs quarters, drawing up plans on how to salvage the remnants of the game.  The limp bodies of friends and enemies filled the empty beds, breathing lightly in their drugged stupors.  Though Judy wished to bring back her friends from their drugged chemical paralysis, she knew it was impossible.  The raiders had grabbed their tags and hidden them away, just like the stash that Judy herself held on to.

       Screams bellowed from the central hall and shattered the pensive planning session.  Her stomach dropped, and she sprinted out to hear the sound. 

       The monitor had turned on again, relaying another sadistic message from her lifetime rivals.  What she saw there would forever be burned into her memory.

       The cameraman stood in the middle of a semi-circle of flesh, the captives from Seven Saints laid out in a sun burst, their heads at the inside and their bodies and legs spread out.  It was a tangle of flesh as the Rowan Prep men rammed their cocks into the hapless captive’s cunts, while their woman kicked and stomped on the captive men.  It seemed as if they had not forgotten that first attempt at psychological warfare.  However, the camera began to move, until it focused only on the centermost girl.  And at that moment, Judy Goodheart knew that it was all meant to be a message to her.

       A familiar voice yelled directly into the microphone.  “Do you see this, Judy?”

       Dead-center was Melissa Sinclair, life-long best friend of Judy Goodheart, raped, defiled, and covered with cum.  Tape covered her lips and tears rolled down her cheeks as she stared directly into the camera.  Judy knew the message behind her eyes.  Melissa had only joined the game on Judy’s confidence in victory.  With her loss and punishment, Judy’s confidence was shattered.  She had let her best friend down in a way that she could never makeup.

       At that moment, the true stakes of that foolish game hit her, and hard.  Father John was right; it was an abomination, but she had thought it a good deal in her naďve youth.  But no more.  Watching her best friend get raped punched her in a gut unlike any of the atrocities she had seen so far.  She knew that it was the time to stand up, stand tall and inspire her team to victory.

       She stood up straight and walked to the monitor.  She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out.  Nothing was how it should be.  Nothing.

       Standing in front her team, Judy Goodheart collapsed to her knees and cried.   She wanted to be with her family, within their loving and protective embrace and far away from the twisted Pandora’s Box she had opened.  The tears flowed freely.  “I’m… I’m sorry.”

       Her team stood and stared in stunned silence, unable to grasp the panic that had stricken down their trusted leader.

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       Little happened the following day, the remaining few students of Seven Saints huddled in a corner room of the lodge, armed to the teeth and surrounded by defensive traps.  Their losses had been too severe and too quick, and they now stood little chance of victory.  If there was salvation to be found, it would arise only from strategy.

       “We have to scout them out,” announced Judy, rising from the cot, her cattle prod in hand.

       “Sit down, Judy.  You’re our leader.”

       “So what?  It’s not like we have much of a choice.”

       Keith stood up again and jumped in front of her way.  “No, Judy.  You need to stay here, for the good of the team.”

       Judy backed away.  “Stand down, Keith.  I need to contribute.”

       But still he stood his ground.

       “Fine.”  Judy swung out the cattle prod and zapped Keith in his side, eliciting startled screams from Mindy and Julia.

       Judy Goodheart sprinted through the woods, desperate to find something that would salvage a victory for her team.  Persuading her friends to risk their freedom over greed was the worst thing she had done in her life.  Already half had been captured and raped, and she knew that within the enemy headquarters Elizabeth Monseto was devising a plan to claim the rest, all part of the slow but sure domination by the upper class.

       Things weren’t always like this.  Long before Judy was born, the country was a land of the free, where the poor could rise from the masses and succeed in life.  It was a world she had only learned in history class.  Since that Supreme Court decision nearly twenty years ago, everything had changed.  Now that people could be owned and treated as trash, affluent society twisted and distorted, slowly growing more corrupt and power-hungry.

       Elizabeth Monseto was a sign of things to come.  In any other decade, she would have been just an arrogant and condescending cunt, one that consistently thought herself better than the poor.  But now there were other outlets her dreams and fantasies of unquestioned superiority.   Though barely an adult, Elizabeth Monseto had proven herself as a sadistic and greedy bitch.

Judy shuddered at memories of Elizabeth’s threats.

       “Do you think your parents would sell themselves if I brought them to financial ruin?”

       “What’s the matter, Judy?  Scared your little brother might die if he can’t get that surgery?  My lawyer can sign up a contract if you want.  Who knows, perhaps your parents’ health insurance will decide not to cover it… for no good reason, of course.”

       “Wouldn’t it be great if my Daddy bought your mortgage?”

       Judy knew such coercion for means of forcing a contract were illegal, but it didn’t matter.  Even if somebody could afford a lawyer to sue, and win after years of legal battles, extensive damage would already be done.

       It needed to stop.  Though Judy had promised her team that each of their captors would be sold for ransom, she had no intention of unleashing Elizabeth Monseto back into the world.  She knew the atrocities that the arrogant bitch would unleash if she were allowed to roam free, and if preventing them meant keeping the spoiled bitch in a cage for the rest of her life, so be it.

       And, in a way, it was worth the risk.  Though she gambled the lives of sixteen friends, she knew that far more would be enslaved if Elizabeth Monseto were allowed to live the life of her dreams.  The Monseto Corporation was huge, and if that wealth fell into the hands of the sadistic daughter…

       Everything was on the line—both her life, and the power to stop a genuinely evil bitch from having her way with the world.  Through the trees, she could see Rowan Prep lodge.

       And with a shock to her side, Judy Goodheart collapsed to the ground, waylaid by those she wished to defeat.  They shocked her over and over until she could barely move, but they did not pull her tag, instead picking grabbing her wrists and dragging her through the twigs, leaves, and brush.

       Judy Goodheart had been defeated, though her captors were hesitant to make it official.  She still had a role to play in the sadistic game, one she would learn about in just a few moments.

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       Elizabeth Monseto was in her chambers when a commotion erupted from among her friends and captives.

       “We got her!” yelled a familiar voice.

       The meaning of his word instantly lifted her spirits and squelched her ruminations on how to defeat her enemies.  She turned to her friend and commanded,   “Get the camcorder.  I want those pieces of shit to see it live.”

       She descended down the chambers of the main hall towards her archrival.  Judy Goodheart dangled limply, her arms held in the hands of Will Powers and Trevor Gates.

       “Hello, peasants,” taunted Elizabeth Monseto staring directly into the camcorder.  “I have something I want you to see.” 

The camera turned to Judy Goodheart.  She was held firmly by both arms from two much larger men.  Tears streamed down her cheeks.  Her lips contorted in misery and she wailed uncontrollably.  Behind her were a line of urinals, revealing the location as the first floor restroom of the Rowan Prep lodge. 

       “Do you see what this is, peasants?  We have your queen.  Do you know what this means?”  She paused.  “Let me explain it to you.

       “From the moment you were born into the lower class, you were destined to serve us.  However, up until this week you had the slightest chance living a life of freedom, .  But from now on, things are going to be different.”  Her voice slowed with emphasis.  “The game is over.  You’ve lost.  You’re going to spend the rest of your miserable little lives as our personal sex slaves, destined to experience nothing but misery and suffering.  For so long you cunts and shitheads defied our superiority, mocked us openly, acted as if you were our equals.  But no more.  No, for the rest of your days, you will gaze up at us from your knees, each moment regretting the day you decided to play this game.”

       The camera turned back to Judy’s neck and focused on the collar.  With expert showmanship, Elizabeth plucked the tag from Judy’s neck.  Instantly, the queen’s body went limp.  However, the camera did not retain focus on the victim.  Instead, it followed the tag as Elizabeth turned around and entered one of the bathroom stalls.  She held it down to the rim of the bowl and with an accentuated flick of her fingers let the tag slip into the toilet water.

       And with a flush of the toilet, the boys and girls of Seven Saints High School lost all hope of victory.

       Elizabeth Monseto broke down into uncontrollable laughter, her wide blond locks bouncing up and down along with her massive tits.  “Enjoy your last six hours of freedom. The moment the clock runs down, your lives of hell will begin.  How shall it start?  Oh, I know.  We’ll line your limp bodies up in a giant circle and wake you up, one by one, to gangbang you into submission.  Whether or not it is rape is up to you—but I sure hope it is…”

       Her laughter erupted again, this time even more insanely.  Her back arched and every uproarious gust of breath revealed her absolute malice for her enemies.

       The camera returned to Judy Goodheart, laid out on her side on the bathroom floor.  Why did her captors not use her body like they did the rest?  Why did they let their biggest enemy rest in peace?

       They were saving her for last.