Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 28

"I'll get dressed and go out to the car," I winked. "Surprise, surprise; I worried something like this would happen so I brought a few things along."

I was afraid that when I got back from the car with my backpack holding the strap-on, that a chill would have set in. I shouldn't have worried; Danica was surprisingly passionate and Heaven was sheer surprise itself. They were cuddled face to face exchanging small kisses and stroking each other's hair.

"I just want you both to know," Danica held up a warding hand, "if that thing is longer than my arm, I'm calling this off." I presented the device for her approval and while it could be intimidating, it wasn't scarier than Heaven's normal equipment. "I'm glad that's going into you and not me," Danica ended up teasing Heaven. Not to be outdone, Heaven rolled onto her stomach and wiggled her upraised butt in the air.

"Oh, she's begging for it," Danica laughed.

"Yes, she does, and if you think that's sweet, imagine how nice it is to wake up with her ramming that pole in while riding you," I painted the picture.

"Is there any position she doesn't like?" Danica inquired.

"I'm right here, my butt up in the air. Please, somebody do something," Heaven whined.

"Not that I know of," I ignored Heaven's plea. "You could try it in the shower, bent over the sofa, heels up in the La-Z-boy, or hanging from the pull-up bar – she's quite strong."

"Oh – mmm, thanks, Zane; I'll explore those opportunities," Danica grinned.

"Hello – butt here...needs stuffing," Heaven became more insistent.

"She's shameless," Danica teased happily.

"Absolutely," I laughed, "but if one of us doesn't fulfill her needs real soon, violence will ensue."

"Zane, you warm her up and I'll figure out how to put this thing on," Danica instructed me as she took hold of her sexual toy.

"About damn time," Heaven panted as I worked my first finger in again. I'd oiled up several fingers before handing the lube to Danica to prepare her artificial cock with. Heaven's anus was already pliable from our activity so it took only two minutes to work the second and third finger in. By that time, both Danica and Heaven were ready.

"This is weird," Danica mumbled, as she placed her phallic head against Heaven's sphincter. "Let me know if this – " she got out before Heaven pushed back and gasped. "Doesn't that hurt?"

"Makes me feel full," Heaven gasped. "Push." Danica did indeed push, and spanked Heaven for good measure.

Now that I was freed up again, I elected to recline beside Heaven and watch her get fucked by Danica. Heaven and I made eye contact; that totally free, blissful look was exceptionally special for me. I'd seen Heaven afraid far too often. I'd seen her furious far too often as well.

"Zane," Heaven perked up, "get over here. I want your cock. I want it coming and going."

"Revenge," taunted Danica. Heaven and I had given Officer Campbell simultaneous oral and anal sex, and now Heaven was getting the same treatment. I sat my ass on the pillow in front of Heaven's face, legs spread wide. She grabbed my cock in both hands (my penis is so massive, its ability to block out the Sun often cows primitive tribes – or maybe Heaven has small hands) and yanked it forward somewhat painfully until she could lick the tip.

"Come on, Zane," Danica egged me on, "take hold of her head and fuck her like a cheap slut." A shudder passed head to foot through Heaven's body and she gave out a small sob.

"Heaven," I asked cautiously, "do you want to stop?"

"I'm being fucked like a slut, Zane," she replied tearfully. "I'm being fucked like a slut."

You never know with some people. Danica gave me a worried look so I gave her a quick smile and a nod. Heaven wanted to be a woman, but almost as important was that she wanted to be seen and treated like a woman. It may have played out in Heaven's imagination that she had gone to some seedy bar looking all hot and sexy, then a couple had picked her up so they could treat her like a bad little girl.

I raised my hips, feeding more of my cock into Heaven's mouth.

"Spank your bitch's ass," I teased Danica. She responded by alternating noisy but not very painful slaps to our tranny's buttocks. Heaven wanted the tease, not the real pain, and Danica was right there for her.

Once we had a good rhythm going, I could feel Danica's cock slamming at its deepest impact, Heaven squirming and squealing with the pleasure and her tongue and throat swirling around my oral intrusion. She slurped and sucked desperately while a small amount of drool marked her cheek and jaw. Heaven began making whimpering noises along with the grunts when Danica drove in deeper.

All the sizzling sex I'd been forced (yeah, right) to watch sent me over the edge first.

"Heaven...babe, here it comes," I chanted several times before I finally did shoot gobs and gobs – so much it shot out her nose and mouth. Okay, not really that much, but I certainly felt some relief.

Heaven swallowed with some degree of urgency because she was at her tipping point as well.

"Oh, God; oh, God; oh, God, Danica...FUCK!" she cried out, then bucked up hard against Danica. On the second buck, Danica took hold of Heaven by her elbows. Heaven rocked a few more feeble times onto the strap-on but her energy was temporarily spent.

Danica wrapped her right and then her left arm around Heaven, pulling her into an upright, kneeling embrace, her breasts squished against Heaven's back.

"Are you okay, Precious?" Danica panted next to her lover's ear.

"I – oh, yeah – I feel great," Heaven wheezed. "I also...seem to have...made a mess...on the bed."

"I planned for that," Danica answered with a kiss to Heaven's neck. "I was hoping we'd end up here. By the way, do you want me to pull this out now?"

"Yeah, my ass is getting a bit sore – muscles stretched," Heaven shivered. I wiggled forward so that Danica could push Heaven against me as she withdrew the artificial phallus from its resting place up Heaven's back door.

When the last of it slipped free, Heaven gave a brief little hiccup, then melted into my arms.

"Damn, I'm so glad I met you," she murmured.

"Thanks," Danica and I said together, then laughed at the confusion. Heaven gingerly curled into my lap while Danica sat back and worked off the sexual aid that had brought so much pleasure.

"Well, that was different," Danica mused. "I'm not sure how much I enjoyed it but I can't say it turned me off."

"Mmmm...that was good sex," Heaven smiled at us both. "I like good sex." I gave her a little nudge and communicated as best I could by eye contact alone. "Thank you, Danica," she added. "I really liked that – what you did for me."

"In that case, we really should do it again," Danica said nonchalantly. Heaven perked up right away.

"Right now?" she hoped.

"No," I cut that conversation right off. "I need to get back to campus, and that means you have to get back as well."

"But – " Heaven sounded hurt "– Danica...that means we can't..."

"I know," Danica interrupted. "Zane has church work tomorrow and then I'm at work for the next five nights, so...maybe next Tuesday?"

"I'd like that," Heaven became excited once more. She crawled over to Danica and began kissing the cop and running her hands all over her body.

"Bathroom, clothes, kisses goodbye, and then we have to go," I prodded Heaven. She looked over her shoulder at me with deep disappointment. Finally, she sighed and nodded. The rest of our visit passed quickly enough. Heaven behaved, I cleaned up the strap-on and myself, and we left Danica with some thank-you's and a bemused look on her face. I knew that expression; people had described me as having it after my second date with Heaven too.

THE BIRTH OF THE JANISSARIES

When we returned to campus, I felt my stress level rise once more. This time I was reasonably sure I had a plan but I needed some help. I sent out some messages for people to gather, and for a special few, I sent people to get the girls I wasn't sure would come otherwise. I barely got back to my dorm room before the fire tribal meetings that had taken place there broke up.

I wasn't there to say much but I did impress upon the students that this was my turf and I wasn't ceding one inch to Ms. Scarlett's scheme or to any one tribe.

The group that I'd assembled was very eclectic – some by force and a few of them I barely knew at all. Of the staff, I brought in Dana Gorman – because she was the prior Head of Security and our current Physical Education Coach – and Gabrielle Black, because she was the current Head of Security and I didn't want to build an internal police force without her advice and consent.

On the justice side of things, I brought in Dr. Bryce Kennedy [FYI: she is a woman], the head of the Pre-Law program, Ms. Hudson Lane, our school lawyer, and Ms. Virginia Goodswell, because I trusted her judgment where teachers and teaching were involved. Despite the oddity of the situation, they all answered my summons and didn't look frighteningly pissed at my request.

Student-wise, there was a sea of familiar faces, if not friendly ones. Only Mhain Reynard had been brought here under threat of force by Hope and Chastity. When most of the two visiting tribes had cleared out, I began my meeting.

"What I have to say may ramble a bit but please be patient; we are creating something new here," I began. "Has anyone heard of the janissaries?"

Iona raised her hand, as did Hope, Christina, and Simone Brady (former Junior Class President).

"For the rest of you, there was a Muslim empire of Turks who ruled much of Eastern Europe and the Middle East. They would levy a tax against their Christian subjects of young sons, and they would take these boys, force their conversion to Islam, and then use them as elite soldiers and palace guards for the Sultans."

"No, I'm not asking anyone to convert," I warded off some of the more hateful looks, "but the principle elements of what I say will make sense, I promise. These Janissaries soon rose up to become the chief officials of the Turkish government, the most loyal and trusted of all the Sultan's men. They were both the military and the civil authority of the Empire." I let that sink into the crowd of bright young women I'd assembled.

"So you want us as your personal guard?" Kylie Frik, a sophomore candidate for Class President, sneered. Clearly, she was thinking harem, not what I had planned. Hannah Cartwright, her opposite in the sophomore camp, figured it out.

"You want us to be a police force and, I'm guessing by the presence of a few Law types, to be judges as well. You want a shield between you and direct involvement of things you might do."

"Close, but no cigar," I grinned to Hannah. She liked me well enough but she didn't really know me or the twisted way my mind worked. "You wouldn't be my shield; I would be yours. The Janissaries get together and decide policy and how to best enact it; I give it my blessing; and you go do what you want to do while I take the heat for things when they go wrong."

Temperance(Note: introduced in Chapter 7) and Dana both laughed. Christina and company knew better than to judge my madness before hearing the whole story.

"The Janissaries ended up ruling the Ottoman Turk Empire in the name of their Sultan, who they kept as a virtual prisoner in his own palace –" Simone Brady insightfully pointed out "– for almost 200 years."

"Wait. Are we going to imprison Zane?" Millicent interrupted. "That's more than a little odd."

"No. I'm going to select ten Advocates and ten – well, I didn't know what to call them so I was thinking we'd call them the Nameless – the enforcers of the Advocates' decisions," I explained.

"How is this going to relate to school elections?" Simone asked.

"I think elections are toast for this year, Simone," I related my fears. "The purpose for them has been short-circuited and that is why I asked you and a few other Rhaine supporters here tonight. No student government can exist at this school without your backing."

"But we don't like you or even want you on campus," Rhaine spoke up. "Why would we buy into this?"

"He's the only game in town," Christina pointed out coolly. "Without school elections, all you can do is take over roughly half the tribes, and then what? Zane is your mediator so he can break down everything you try to build...if you think he's that petty."

"At the end of the day, ladies, Vice Chancellor Scarlett has dumped this on my lap, and I think its point is that you need a man to give you guidance in your lives, unless you keep to your tight little tribes she's assigned you," I said.

"I'm going against that because I don't believe you need me to run things here at FFU," I persisted. "No one in this room knew what my idea was before coming into this room – no one, not even Iona and Rio, my closest friends. There is no trick here. What I envision is an organization above the tribes, keeping the peace and encouraging unity."

"Advocates work in ad hoc teams to solve disputes; each litigant will choose an advocate to represent their case, working out a compromise whenever possible. Only unsolvable cases would be brought before me, the Mediator, and I would hear both arguments and render a decision. It would be a 'nuclear option' to hold over the litigants' heads."

"So you would still lord it over us," Mhain addressed me for the first time, though she did spit on the ground afterwards and she still wouldn't use my name.

"I'm doing that right now, Mhain," I sighed. "I didn't ask for this; it was tossed like a live grenade into my lap. If I run away, you are left isolated and at the mercy of this experiment. If I stay, you have some hope of self-government."

"That still leaves you with authority over all the girls in this school. I'm not sure my father will like that," Simone pointed out.

"Simone, there could well be some moment when you are in this room alone with me...and nine other advocates, and ten Nameless. And what do you think would happen to me if I did one inappropriate thing?"

"Speaking of which, one of us will be in that room," Christina stated. "Who have you decided shall be the selected ones?" I had to smile.

"I don't do the actual choosing," I smirked. "That is what I brought the teachers for. Dr. Kennedy and Ms. Hudson can pick out the best legal minds to be Advocates as well as coach them in how student court works."

"Ms. Black and Ms. Gorman can nominate the best choices for the Nameless. The Advocates will be public knowledge but the Nameless shall only be known by the select teachers, the Advocates, and me, the Mediator. On official business they will wear black masks or something like that to give them an official air with a hint of fear," I concluded.

"That is a bit too much theatrics," Bryce Kennedy declared.

"I disagree," Gabrielle surprised me by speaking. "Sure, the girls will suspect who the ten Nameless are, but they will not know with absolute certainty. That is an incredible advantage in the psychology of a confrontation, decreasing the chance of violence."

"I will not be party to this perversion," Mhain declared as she stood up. "I suggest anyone who fears for their soul will do likewise."

"Why is this douche here again?" Rio sniped. Rio, like Mercy and Iona, was here as an observer.

"Mhain's here because she represents a portion of the student body. You can't have a democracy if you start off by excluding people unless you look forward to a return to civil war in your near future," I explained. Simone and Kylie stood with Rhaine but didn't make to leave. Mhain shook her head in disgust and made for the stairs.

"Ms. Reynard, why are you running away?" the senior educator in the room spoke.

"I'm not running away," she turned and insisted. "He shouldn't even be at this school with the rest of us and everyone else is too blind to see it."

"Okay, I agree with you that Mr. Braxton shouldn't be here," Dr. Kennedy nodded. "That doesn't explain your cowardice in the face of adversity."

"I'm not a coward!" Mhain shouted.

"Then you are saying that everyone else in this room is," Dr. Kennedy continued.

"I –" Mhain stammered.

"I joined the staff as an educator at Freedom Fellowship to protect the ladies under my charge, to teach them to the best of my ability to be good Christians and good lawyers in the Christian cause," the teacher detailed.

"Nowhere did I sign on to pick and choose the struggles I would embrace," Bryce continued. "Every believer has the option of retreating into the shadows where it is safe, but that is not what I teach. You must have the faith to fight even when things look bleak because that is where the real victory lies. Thank you for listening. Please scurry off and hide now because your actions so far bring shame to true female Christians."

Mhain was floored. I was floored too, but then realized that lying on the ground beside her would be counter-productive.

"Please stay," Rhaine broke the silence. "Things will be hard enough with you at our side. It will be nearly impossible without you...especially next year when the current seniors graduate."

Mhain still moved around me as if I was a plague-carrier but resumed her seat.

"I want to establish some ground rules. I did not ask for this responsibility but now that I have it, I'm going to make the most of it. What I want is things that are good for this school," I stated.

"Like?" Hudson Lane prodded me.

"Like campus-sponsored summer trips to Israel, maybe an exchange program with other all-female religious schools to share missions and traditions, missionary work with female Christian groups in the Developing World, and outreach programs with the University of Virginia," I suggested. There was a pause because sometimes I'm not a total freaking moron.

"How would we pay for all that?" Rhaine questioned.

"This school is loaded, or hasn't anyone else noted that all our stuff is new? And since no senior-class women remark on it, it appears to be a common occurrence," I responded.

"That doesn't mean we will be given the money to spend," Christina joined in.

"Ah," I scoffed. "I'm the Mediator; I'll simply ask for it and they will give it to me."

"Exactly how did you come to this delusion?" Hannah Cartwright asked, but I knew she spoke for the majority present.

"Do you know for a fact I don't have the authority?" I grinned. "The worst she can do is say 'no.' Actually, the worst she can do is say 'no' while publicly ridiculing me with laughter."

"I can't believe we are sitting here talking about a possible future for our campus built upon a hypothesis of how power works on this campus – a rather weak hypothesis at that," Simone shook her head.

"That is incorrect," Dana said. "It relies on how much Vice Chancellor Scarlett wants this experiment of hers to work, and in my opinion, she wants this pretty bad."

"Fine. If we do this, how long do we have to keep it secret?" Temperance inquired.

"We don't," I stated calmly. "This isn't going to be a totally open democracy but we shouldn't be overly secretive. Once we have the tribal leadership established, they come in as a parliamentary body. I put my hare-brained schemes past them and give them the right to impeach Advocates and Nameless."

"Wait," Mhain growled. "We are doing all this just so the elected tribal leaders can get rid of it all? That's crazy."

"No," Millicent championed my cause, "that's democracy. Zane can counter their decisions – it is in his power to do so – but do you think he'd ever do that?"

"He's evil," Mhain stated with absolute conviction.

"That's it; she's dead," Rio snarled as she stood up. Mercy hooked an arm around her waist to hold the hothead back.

"What safeguards would you want?" I asked.