Noxii

The idea that a scrawny 8th grade geek like me nailing anything was preposterous.

"I went to Kansas to run that initial battery of tests," I explained. "Didn't your Mom give you any of my e-mails? After three weeks I figured you were busy."

"Umm...after you went off to bang all those hotties, I had a little episode," Penelope looked to me for understanding. "I was doped up for a few weeks then they gave me all those pills to take."

"So we danced around that first month in the 9th grade because we both thought one of us abandoned the other...freaky weird," I nodded. "Well, I feel better getting all that out in the open. Will you let me go now?"

"No silly," Gwen snickered. "We still have to study your neurochemistry and continuously milk you of all you semen."

"You can always provide semen in the tried and true method," Traci purred wickedly.

"Thanks for the options," I looked back to Penelope, "but I'd like for Penelope to be my first and Penelope, I'm sorry I didn't try harder to contact you, I'm sorry I didn't simply walk up to your table that first month in the 9th grade and tell you I still cared, and I'm happy you didn't murder me in the hospital because I wouldn't be able to tell you how sorry I am now for causing you to be put on those meds and I'm sorry I didn't tell you I loved you more often."

"Are you just saying that in a bid to escape," Penelope finally met and studied my eyes.

"No and yes," I confessed. "I mean it, but I'm still looking for a way to escape and evade."

"I always found you both funny and honest Jason," Penelope hugged me.

"So you aren't going to let me get away, are you?" I whispered.

"Not a chance," Penelope whispered back. "I still love you though. I'll do my best to make you mine and mine alone."

"Thanks," I groaned.

"Split up you two," Traci growled out. "I want to play with his cock."

"We can't do that," Gwen grumbled but she moved off the sofa to make room for Traci as she came over the back, giving me a free shot of her panties as she landed. I wasn't aware that the bottom of women's underwear was supposed to look that...gooey.

"I only want to pull it out and play with it a bit -- give it a lick," Traci licked her lips.

"Take a pill," Penelope ordered, though her authority in my mind was suspect.

"I've taken two," Traci panted. "It hasn't helped. I keep thinking about his seed on my tongue and in my stomach...mmm."

I looked to Penelope and she looked at me, wide-eyed. We both now had an 'oh shit' moment.

"Take another pill," insisted Penelope.

"We could all have some," Traci tried a new angle. "Each have a little taste -- swap some of his semen around," she egged on the other girls.

"Traci," Penelope leaned over me, challenging her fellow Committee member, "Stop it or you will be boxed again and you will lose that memory. Do you want that?"

"Wait," I gasped, "You box each other? How does that work?"

"Jason" cautioned Friday, "you should shut up now."

"Fine, fine, I want him to go down on me then," Traci growled. "You can't have an objection with that." I responded before Penelope by rolling over her and coming to a stop on the armrest of the sofa, using Penelope as a shield. I now hoped my crazy ex-girlfriend would protect me.

"Sure, I see no problem with it, but you have to swear to forgo the next taste of semen when it becomes available," Penelope maneuvered against Traci verbally.

Traci's nostrils flared, she took a deep breath and backed away from me and the sofa. She gave no reply though.

"Thank you," I said to Penelope softly.

"I didn't do it for you," Penelope informed me. "I think your semen has some detrimental effect on us. The last thing I need is ten crazy semen-hungry bitches running around the neighborhood."

"I still think you are the best guy ever," Penelope consoled me, "but I'm not going to sacrifice the program and my place in it for you. If we are lucky you will become my personal servant."

"Listen Jason," she added when my disbelief shown in my eyes, "every aggressive male has been broken and every other male is hopelessly submissive -- only you remain and we will know why soon enough. Then we take over the city, the state and finally the country."

"I know that look, my Jason," she smiled compassionately at me. "That is your 'this is a problem to be solved' look. It is okay; I won't deny you your resistant attitude -- I love that in you, but you can't win. You are alone and we have the whole female student body and teachers to fight you with. We have you for all weekend, you are not a combat-God, and no one will believe you over the Principle. What are your real options? Do what you always do -- be compliant."

"Be like that then Penelope, but I swear I'll see you kneeling before me in defeat before this is over, bitch -- and I still love you despite our chasm-like differences," I declared. The other girls looked my way and most giggled. Penelope mouthed 'I love you too' so clearly, I had no doubt my bravado had no effect but I was going to find away.

Early Afternoon

Getting the handcuffs removed was a titanic struggle. I had no code of honor and my word was worth squat so keeping me in check required putting some furniture in front of the doors, locking the windows and putting two girls in 30 minute rotating watches with me. That way I was able to eat my own sandwich -- a third girl, Kendra, made it for me. She nearly cleaned my clock when I kissed her on the cheek for making the perfect turkey and pastrami sandwich.

"What was that for?" she questioned me as she eased out of her fighting stance.

"That was a spontaneous 'thank you' but if you prefer I'll just say thanks and leave it at that," I shrugged.

"That's okay," Kendra rubbed her cheek, "but warn me next time.

"That would defeat the purpose of it being spontaneous and make it faked and disingenuous instead," I sighed.

"I don't recall you being so bold and impetuous," Kendra smiled.

"Admit it," I gave her a tired look. "You don't recall me at all."

"I doubt we met," Kendra regarded me.

"Hmmm...in the 11th grade we had the same home room and you forced me to hand out flyers for your run for School Treasurer," I said, "but otherwise we never met."

"It is going to be fun to see Mia put you in your place," she responded snappishly.

"Yeah," I chuckled dryly, "because humiliating and ignoring me through middle and high school clearly wasn't enough you now have to annihilate me as a human being." Kendra grabbed my arm, spun me around to face her then backhanded me.

"Learn your place," Kendra seethed. My 'bodyguards' made no attempt to protect me. I had to be happy in not dropping my sandwich. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

Well, apologizing was clearly the smart thing to do but these mad bitches had removed any impetus to behave sanely. Barring a brain transplant I was totally screwed and being nice wouldn't buy me any real advantage.

"Can I fondle your breasts?" I said right before I took a second, big bite of my lunch.

"What?" all three girls plus three more who were enticed to pay attention by the bitch-slap I'd received. I held up a hand to suspend the conversation until I swallowed.

"They look nice, your chest is heaving in anger and I really want to suckle on a nipple too," I explained. She hauled off to hit me but fortuitously smacked one of the two girls standing watch over me. I am a nimble little lynx (not minks); I now had aspirations of small predator status.

"Ow!" Denise groused. "Why did you hit me?"

"I was aiming at him," Kendra grumbled. "Stand still," she commanded me. She swung and hit Wanda who looked even less pleased to be slapped than Denise. I slipped away from the conversation. I wasn't escaping -- Penelope, Traci and Gwen were all staring at me -- so I went over and sat down next to Abigail so I could finish my sandwich.

Penelope went over to break up the fight so I wolfed down my sandwich and looked to Traci.

"I need to go to the bathroom Traci; do you want to make sure I don't sneak out the window?" I requested.

"Let's go," she all but ripped my arm off to steer me to the downstairs facility.

"There is no window in the downstairs bathroom," Abigail worried Gwen but Traci was already racing from the room. She slammed the bathroom door shut and looked like she was about to command me but I was kicking off my shoes and I was yanking down my pants and underwear. I had stepped out of my gear and Traci shed her panties when Penelope called for me.

"Traci!" she screamed in fury a second later but I already picked Traci up by the back of her knees. "Traci! Don't do it!" Penelope sounded shrill and was clearly running this way but Traci reacted by letting me impale her and slide down my shaft. Penelope began beating on the door and trying the doorknob.

"Oh fuck," Traci howled sexily. "Pound me you bastard, oh fuck yeah!" Me pounding Traci against the door quieted Penelope's fists and I went on and on and on. I had put the super-aroused Traci through her first orgasm through brute force. I had no idea what I was doing, but right at the end her blood-flushed clit became recognizable to me.

On the second orgasm, I strummed her clit vigorously and she dampened my crotch as well as dripped to the floor. I came before her third orgasm but kept it together long enough to get her there. I let Traci down one leg at a time and held her until her wobbly legs could maintain and support her.

"Congratulations Traci," I whispered to her as I set her to rest on the toilet, "they are going to box you for this."

I put my pants and boxers back on, opened the door and stepped out. Penelope was slumped down against the far wall and had been crying for some time. She was wafted with the scent of Traci's vaginal fluids.

"Why?" Penelope pleaded to know. I sat down next to her and took a deep, sexually charged breath.

"They are going to box Traci for this," I explained, "and they can box you to make you forget and you can still be my first then. You won't remember and that is all that matters. Welcome to your place in your New World Order. Have them box me and I'll believe you are my first as well. What does the truth matter?"

"You betrayed me," Penelope sobbed.

"No, I didn't," I countered. "The girl I wanted stood up for me despite my quirks and was my friend. You murdered her and you are going to murder me. My Penelope would have found a way to tell me what was going on, convinced me to make a stand before it was too late and help me fight. I don't care who you think you are because all you are to me is some chick who wants to rule the world."

Penelope pushed herself up the wall I into a standing position and I kept pace.

"You were always so weak and pathetic," she screamed at me.

"No, I just didn't' ask much of the world except to live and to be with you. I'm about to lose both and you are partly to blame."

"I could have kept you safe," she heaved heavy with sadness.

"As your pet? That's another way to say you were going to kill me, Penelope," I explained. "If you still wanted me as your boyfriend that implied I was both a boy and a friend -- you told me you wanted neither. You won -- I finally gave up."

"Then why not wait for me? Why did you pick Traci of all people?" she pleaded.

"Go ask her," I sighed. Penelope spun around and charged at Traci...and I ran. See, all the girls had backed off while Penelope and Traci -- two of their leaders -- worked out their differences. This had the results of leaving me in the hallway -- alone. I knew a window I could slip out of and they had barricaded all the doors to slow their pursuit.

"Jason!" Penelope screamed then she laughed. She'd figured it out and she'd forgiven me because it meant I hadn't surrendered, I hadn't given up and I was still in the fight. "Jason, I still love you," came her voice from the window. That was sweet and welcome because I still loved her and it hurt me to cause her pain but something about saving half the human population on the planet took precedence over my personal desires.

I used the word 'sucked' a lot, but it still held true -- my odds sucked. I had no combat skills -- I would probably cut myself with a knife, guns scared me and my only 'martial' art consisted primarily of me not getting my ass kicked. Oh, and I had no plan, I knew nearly nothing about my opposition, and I was insanely outnumbered.

If God wanted me to save the World I hoped to Hell he had the cast of Reds and the Expendables (all four -- I was doubling up) as undercover substitute teachers because I was feeling pretty unloved at the moment. I kept hearing that God had a plan but I was beginning to think it may be Goddess, not God, and when I accepted that, I was giving up and going home...to another continent.