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FREEDOM: Class Warfare
Part Six
A Much Deserved Victory Celebration
By Razor7826 (Copyright 2008)
Thoughts? Encouragement? Email me at Razor7826@hotmail.com. I’m always interested in hearing from my readers.
This story in no way reflects the views of the author. It is intended for the eyes of legal adults only.
So now people are saying eighteen is too young to sign one’s life away? It’s old enough to sign up for the military, and that’s a life-changing contract if I ever saw one.
-Michael Whitman, Peace Activist
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Sadness overwhelmed the students of Rowan Prep as they coped with the loss of their dear friend Danforth. They had thought their victory was complete, that the game was won with the capture of Judy Goodheart, but a last ditch effort by a doomed soul took the life of classmate, teammate, and lover. Though the screens inside both headquarters bore news of their victory, they also flashed with the departure of Danforth Wales the Third.
Whatever impact the death had on Elizabeth Monseto, however, was shirked off with barely the slightest pause. Like all other tragedies, this one too would be turned to her advantage. “Isn’t it time we make them pay for what they did to us? They act all high and mighty, criticizing our supposed immorality, but which team here resorted to murder? They’re supposed virtue is a sham.”
Only six of her teammates had survived the ordeal unscathed, the rest captured, beaten, or raped by the callous students of Seven Saints High School. Now it was time to clean up, put their failures behind them, and celebrate their victory in one glorious debauched feast.
A team from Property Management Technology greeted Elizabeth and her friends. “Congratulations on your victory. There is a bit of business that we must discuss before the results are finalized. Mind if we all sit down to sort through things?”
Mercedes Quanz wiped tears from here eyes. “Can’t we just go be with our friends?”
The representative motioned her hand to the couches. “Please. That is something that we must discuss.”
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“So everybody but us is a slave now?”
The representative responded as her assistants looked on. “Not quite, Miss Monseto. They are the ‘losers’, as defined in the contract, and it is the responsibility of the remaining members whether to free them, or retain their implicit contract for slavery. Furthermore, there is the issue of those currently being questioned by local authorities. Sean Oak and Joshua Grump will likely be charged with the attempted murder of Gwyn Thyme. Keith Hayes might be facing the death penalty for murdering Danforth Wales. Gwyn Thyme looks like she will be making a speedy recover from the attack, and is expected to be in good condition with a few days. The rest is up to a vote between the rest of you.”
Elizabeth mulled over the consequences with a smile. Not only were the Seven Saints students doomed to be slaves, but she also had a chance at enslaving her own teammates. They deserved to be slaves, after all. The game was survival of the fittest, and those that lost warranted no better treatment regardless of what team they were on.
She dismissed the thought. Her friends would never go for it. They were too mired in interpersonal relationships and friendships to condemn their own. However, there was one that deserved whatever fate befell her.
“Angelica Chenowitz.”
“What?” asked Will Powers.
“Angelica Chenowitz must pay for what she did to us. Our friends were raped because of her.”
The five teammates nodded in agreement. With a stroke of her pen, Elizabeth Monseto placed an X in the box beside Angelica’s name, signaling that her contract would be retained. Elizabeth scanned the rest of the list and checked the names of the Seven Saints students, as well. In all, ten women and five men would become the joint property of the fifteen Rowan Prep students, each holding an equal share of each slave.
“Is that all, then?” asked the representative of PTM. “Good. I’ll return to the control center and enter your decisions. You have twenty four more hours to use these facilities as you see fit. Congratulations, and enjoy your victory prizes.” She and her cohorts left the lodge and returned several minutes later with two pushcarts carrying two suitcases and three sets of stretchers.
Elizabeth opened the cases and smiled. One of the contents was completely expected, but the other made her mind swirl with sadistic possibilities. It was going to be a fun evening.
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The pitiful losers of that fool’s game were left strewn across two buildings and the surrounding forest. Though given enough antidotal syringes to the collar’s sedatives, Elizabeth insisted that it only see immediate use on their fellow victors, for she had a special induction ceremony envisioned for her precious new possessions.
A quick shot of the antidote was enough to revive their incapacitated comrades. Though the boys sprang to their usual selves within minutes, the three women did not respond well to the sudden regaining control of their bodies.
“I know how heart broken you may be, but if you want revenge, now is the time to get it. Just don’t do any permanent damage.”
The sun was beginning to set when all the bodies were gathered inside the lodge’s main hall. Each was left leaning against the wall, still sedated, their heads carefully positioned to stare at the two beds dragged and placed dead center in the central hall. However, one girl remained outside the circle, her role in the evening pageantry a unique one.
Judy Goodheart, Senior Class President of Seven Saints High School, hung from the upper balcony by her heavily taped wrists. Her long green-skirt still remained, but her sweater and bra were long since cut to ribbons, leaving her 36C tits completely exposed to both friends and foes. Tears streamed down her cheeks and pained sobs escaped her throat.
Satisfied that everything was perfect, Elizabeth Monseto addressed her new human property. “Aren’t you all glad you listened to Judy Goodheart? Your beloved class president had you convinced that you could beat us, that you could ransom us to riches. Tell me, how does it feel to have lost everything?”
But the boys and girls only stared at her blankly, unable to respond with anything more than muffled groans and slight contortions.
“Do you understand the magnitude of your mistake? Until you listened to her, you stood a chance of living a free and happy life, but you squandered that opportunity out of greed. You’re going to spend every day of the rest of your miserable little lives being used by people better than you. Today is the day it all begins.” She walked over to Melissa Sinclair and grabbed a fistful of her hair. “I think we’ll start with this one.”
And thus began the sad, pitiful cycle that would continue throughout the night. One by one the girls were dragged to one of the beds, gagged with tape, and mounted before being injected with the antidotes. They squirmed and moaned as their new owners took turns dumping load after load into the cunts and assholes, but there was no way for them to fight back. Their lives were at the mercy of Rowan Prep, just as they would likely be for the rest of their lives.
Melissa Sinclair, best friend of Judy Goodheart, was the first to be officially inaugurated into her life as a sex slave. In her free life, she was a verifiable genius, thinking tirelessly of the future and how to make the most of her family’s little resources. But in her new life, her intellect would not matter at all. Only her small and defenseless body would determine her fate. Her three brothers, four sisters, and single mother would feel regret for decades, believing that their inability to take care of themselves had pushed her into risking everything.
When her body was spent, the men dumped her onto the floor, her hands still bound and mouth taped over. Cum covered her face and clouded her glasses, hiding the tears of misery that slid down her cheeks. Blood tinted the fluid that spilled from between her legs, a sign of the honor plucked from its natural place.
The next victim was Mina Patel, one of the few Indian students that attended Seven Saints High School. Though she was the school’s star badminton player, her hopes had recently been crushed by a stream of rejection letters for every scholarship she had applied for. Without a victory against Rowan Prep, there could be no college for her. And so she placed everything on the line, and lost.
When Rowan Prep finally allowed her a break, her brown eyes were wide with shock, her body stretched and sore in ways that she had never imagined. Her broken body and mind were left on the floor, forced to watch and hear the punishment of all that would follow.
The third to fall was Julia Wurtle, the only member of the Seven Saints team that could be considered fat. She had tried to control her weight, but failed at each attempt. Throughout all of High School she was utterly dateless, but now her weight problems were unfortunately not the repellant that they always were. Just like those that had fallen before her, Julia was sandwiched between a stream of boys and raped until they had each gotten their fill. She collapsed to the floor, her long blond hair and big tits splashed with the men’s cum.
The fourth girl to be destroyed was Kelly Rottweiler, the closest Seven Saints had to a stereotypical mean girl. Six feet tall, blond hair, blue eyes, the only child had a natural advantage over most of her competition, a fact that she never let go unknown. But in captivity, she was just the same as everyone else—an unwilling fuck toy to be bounced up and down on as many cocks as time and stamina would allow. They grabbed her flesh with great ferocity until they lost interest and dumped her body alongside the rest.
Fifth came Mindy Holdings, the writers’ daughter. Always a loner, she had never even been touched by a boy in her life, but she quickly learned to detest their groping hands. Her ratty clothes and dirty hair mattered no longer; she would learn to be a prostitute, just like the rest of her classmates. Fueled by greed to regain the wealth squandered by her parents, she made a foolish and immature decision that would haunt her for decades.
Delores Clamp was already broken before that ceremony began. She was never strong enough to survive in the real world, free of her parents’ protective arms. Ever the follower, she had only registered for the game because her friends did, but when things went bad her mind almost completely shut down.
And then there was Holly Oak. Tall, aloof, and homely, she had a natural beauty that could have made her famous. Alas, her family had trained her that sexuality was a sin, and she had forsaken everything for a life of chaste solitude. But her parents’ wishes no longer meant anything. Her big bare tits bounced and swayed with each violent thrust, her mind slowly becoming used to the world of pain that would become her life.
Gertrude Bentz was the most naïve of them all. She had never even considered the brutal consequences of failure, foolishly believing that her life would be spent as a peaceful house slave like on her favorite TV show. Now, on the night of her failure, she was learning the harsh realities of life that her overprotective parents had hid her from. Her screams died quicker than any of her friends’, and the empty gaze in her eyes betrayed the mental toll that even a few minutes of extreme hardship had wrought. Curled on the floor, covered in her cum, she stared of vacantly into the distance, her consciousness having already retreated to the depths of her mind.
And then there was the traitor, Angelica Chenowitz. She thought she was smart. She thought she could get away with scheming with the enemy. Already she had suffered greatly for her crime against her teammates, but it was not a sin that would soon be forgotten. The men ferociously tore at her body and raped her ass and cunt, but that was not enough to satisfy their anger. The pinched, punched, and kicked every inch of her body, but still it was not enough.
“Would you girls like a chance at her?” asked Elizabeth Monseto. Her girl friends smiled with glee and pounced on the gagged and bound traitor. They pulled her hair, pinched her nipples, stretched her body in unimaginable ways. Of all the brutal events of that sorrowful evening, none matched the outright torture of Angelic Chenowitz.
But those unlucky women were not the only victims of that cruel ceremony. The men, too, were unfortunate human specimens. When Property Management Technology left those suitcases behind for Elizabeth to administer, it did not only include the antidote to the sedatives, but also aphrodisiacs designed to grant the physical status necessary for a sex. One by one, the remaining men of Seven Saints High school were led to that center bed and spread eagle on their backs. Their wrists and ankles were bound with cloth and tape to the corner bedposts, their mouths gagged with layers of tape just as their female classmates.
A simple injection to the base of the neck forced their cocks to life. They were almost all rapists that had taken joy in the defilement of Rowan Prep’s women, a sin that was remembered by all. Though cock riding was not punishment in the way the women desired, they made sure that they spent their time in a world of pain. With tape wound tightly around their balls and dicks, the women bounced up and down until the cocks were sore and red. Tears streamed down the men’s cheeks, but there would be no mercy.
And when the party was over, fourteen human failures lay scattered across the floor wearing nothing but tape and the tattered remains of their school uniforms.
But one failure had thus far been spared. Taped to the support beam, the unfortunate Judy Goodheart could only watch and absorb the consequences of her childish rivalry. Rape, defilement, torture, degradation—all samples of their lives to come.
Her punishment would prove to be the worst of all.
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