Taylor hold herself back from turning her aggressors matter into another kind of matter, too many witnesses for her to remove without bringing rulers's attention. Still she didn't remain inactive and prepared one boy footing so that a grievous fall would distract them from raping her.—
-A female Ruler arrived on the premise. Know but usually not involved. She requisitioned Taylor, saying against Sophia's protest that Taylor was perfect for what she had in mind. That made Sophia and her followers snort. Taylor followed the blonde who made a show of possessively taking Taylor, wondering what she would do with the Ruler apparently interested in domination. Once inside the The Ruler's room, she overturned Taylor's expectations as she commented on how Taylor had been holding back from killing them, quickly revealing knowing Taylor's power over matter. Panicked, Taylor almost attacked and the Ruler named Lisa explained that she wanted Taylor to get her out from here.—
-Taylor accepted to remove the bomb and trackers in Lisa's body, but was uncomfortable being focused while Lisa might do something to her. With the risk of another officer walking in, she tied up a flustered Lisa, who noted that they wouldn't surprised if they found Lisa's bound in a submissive play. Then Taylor placed her hands on Lisa's body to help focus and manhandle her, turning the bomb into harmless matter and severing the implants.—
-Because the guards and Rulers very warned about Lisa's status would take notice of her lack of implants, Taylor took the uniform and dressed Lisa as a pleasure girl: naked, with hands chained, feet bound, hairs dirtied and changed color with Taylor's power. They would pretend Taylor was a Ruler, her ability made the adjustments to the uniform fit her. They went to the gate where Lisa made Taylor use her knowledge about the two guards screwing each others up this morning, hence why they hadn't recognized Taylor.—
-Tayor and Lisa moved through the devastated city. Taylor seeing the changes for the first time since she was imprisoned in the camp. A woman tried to attack Taylor, who used her power to stop the attacker. Then they met Victoria Dallon, Glory, a battered young girl who struggled to do some good. Taylor asked how she managed to stay alive and free despite the Ruler's dominance. Lisa answered that it was because she had a ranked member in the Ruler, Glory grunted but acknowledged it, and noted that it was time she tried again to reason her sister. Puzzled Taylor and Lisa followed her. They witnessed a place filled with plant, Victoria attacked the fallen hospital though people around here just ignored her.—
-The answer came quickly as Victoria's sister, Panacea the fallen healer and a powerful Ruler, came to greet her sister. A fight between Panacea and Victoria went on, while Amy greeted both Taylor and Lisa because it was unusual that her sister brought people here.—
-Victoria lost, and got fucked by the plants while Amy watched and offered drinks to her guests.—
-Amy revealed that she knew who Lisa was, although she mistakenly assumed that Taylor the Ruler and Lisa were playing a public-display turn-on play. Moreso because she heard of the rumors of Lisa being fucked up by a lot of other Rulers. Lisa shyly admitted her identity, then complained about how those inconsiderate people had made her pleasure of mere sex vanish by injuring her pussy and ass. Kindly enough Amy fixed that, then laughter as she wondered aloud if Lisa and Taylor would like the others adjustments.—
-Worried Taylor wanted to know what she had done, but Amy was done with them and turned her attention back to Victoria whom she went to fuck. Lisa told Taylor that it was time to leave before Amy lost her good cheer and turned them into monstrosities, adding that she 'figured out' what Amy had done, and that it could be dealt with later.—
Power Plays
(Автор: JustForLurking)
1.1
I hate PE. That was my only thought as I splashed face down on a puddle of mud. I heard that annoyingly fake, girly giggle move close. When I flipped around, the only thing I could see was an indistinct silhouette looming over me. "Gee Taylor, gotta be more careful with those ungainly legs of yours." It was Madison, surprisingly. Surprising not because of of the taunting, that she always did. It was because I was sure she was the one to trip me. Madison was never one to be physical, that was more of Sophia's shtick. Madison usually limited herself to petty mocking and childish pranks, as opposed to Emma's more pointed and personal insults and Sophia's physical abuse. Even more, she was the only one of the trio that shared PE with me. Without the other two for her to feed off, Madison usually just ignored me.
I wiped the mud of my face and found my glasses. They didn't fall in the mud itself, but nearer to the edge, which meant that they had a thin covering of humid dirt sticking to the lenses. I didn't have anything to clean them with, and my hands were caked with mud, so no cleaning them out. I could better make out Madison's gloating face with them, but it was half blurred and tinted brown.
Madison stepped back as the substitute coach -Mss. Stacks— approached. She was a pretty woman, if I was honest. The only way I could describe her would be "Motherly Amazonian". She had wide hips and narrow shoulders, giving her a somewhat pear shaped silhouette. She wore one of those tight sports shirts and bike shorts, which showed off perfectly her very softly defined abs and her very shapely legs. The shirt also did little to hide what I suspected to be boobs bordering on the C-cup. She had the kind of body that wouldn't be out of place on a sports magazine centerfold. However, what I found to be her most striking feature were her eyes. They were a light grey, the kind that was cold and penetrating yet mesmerizing to look at. Most guys -and some girls— ended up smitten on first sight. Those who weren't fell in love with her cheery attitude that heavily contrasted with her tough love approach to teaching. In short, she was everyone's favorite teacher. And it was only her second week at Winslow.
She leaned over me and offered me a hand as she asked me if I was alright. I took her hand and answered that I was. She wasn't particularly tall, about eye level with me when I slouched. This close to her I could see the concern in her face, even through the brown film. She asked what happened, and Madison was the first to say that I tripped. She looked at Madison with a small frown and then back at me. I nodded, going along with the lie. I knew the song and dance, saying the truth wouldn't get me anywhere. Miss. Stacker's frown deepened a little bit though, and she looked at Madison. Madison just smiled up at her, playing up her "cutesy girl" image for effect.
At that moment is when the coach's watch signaled the nearing end of of the period. Everybody cheered as Miss Stacker sent the class back to the locker room. I could only sigh in relief. Today had been particularly stressful, given how quiet the other two thirds of the trio had been. Madison's shove was the worst thing that happened today. And that made me nervous; the last time they went silent was when... that happened. But I was on the final stretch, I just had to get changed and skeadle, finally free to deal with more important matters. Namely Bakuda.
But before I could rush off, Miss Stacks called me back to help her pick up the scattered equipment. I can not put how annoyed I was at her that moment. Normally, I like to be the first to enter the locker room and the first to leave. It minimised chances that some of my clothes would "go missing". That, and the fact that she picked the mud covered girl who probably is the one that needs a shower the most. Seriously, the mud was drying up and starting to itch.
But all my annoyance suddenly went up in flames when the first thing -after making sure all others were out of earshot— was ask "How long have put up with that bitch and why haven't you told a teacher?"
It took me a second to understand what she asked, and when I did, I felt my heart stop. For one long moment, I stared at her. She stared back, waiting patiently, her grey eyes never wavering from mine. Then a fly broke our eye contact, and I realized that my bugs were getting agitated. That I was getting agitated. Closing my eyes, I focused on my bugs. Focused on getting them to settle down. It distracted me, and it allowed me to center myself. From the outside, it looked like took a couple of deep breaths and then was absolutely calm.
I opened my eyes and found Miss Stacker still waiting patiently, arms crossed below her breasts. At that point there was only one question in my mind. "How?"
She smirked and huffed, moving her hands to rest on her hip. "I know the signs Taylor. Went through the same thing you did when I was your age. A pretty girl like you doesn't slouch like that unless she has a reason to do so."
I had to blink at that. `Pretty girl'? Me? I was the farthest thing from pretty I could think. Stick thin and tall as a maypole. Gawky eyes and wide mouth. `Pretty' and `Taylor Hebert' are mutually exclusive concepts.
Miss Staker, for her part, chuckled. "Yes, pretty. Listen, as much as I like making cute girls blush, I would still like for you to answer my question."
Wait, blushing? Oh crap, I am blushing. I can feel the heat in my cheeks. That's a little embara— wait. Waaiit a minute. I she... Is she hitting on me? Is the coach hitting on me? Is the very pretty, well developed -Nope. Not going there. No way, no how! Think of something else! Uh... Oh! the question! Right! Uh... crap thats not any easier.
Her smirk was getting bigger though, stretching her big, fat lips and nooo, not going there! "I tried!" I practically squeaked. She looked surprised though. Not that I blame her, I am surprised. "I tried," I repeated. Thinking about the answer itself was enough for me to sober up. "I tried. Multiple times in fact. To the principal even. But it was always my word against theirs. Nobody ever believed me, and all my attempts were swept under the rug. I gave up after... after..." the Locker, I didn't say. It was just too much. I took one more deep breath, focused on my bugs for the second I needed to make sure they didn't rampage.
Miss Staker's gorgeous eyes were open wide, jaw hanging slightly. "Really? The principal?" Her frown returned, but it had a pensive slant now. She broke eye contact for the first time, looking to the side, to the track field. She stayed there for what seemed an eternity to me, working her jaw. Then she let turned to me again. I had to blink at the amount of concern she was showing. "It was you wasn't it? Back in January?"
I recoiled when she said that, taking a step back. That was all the proof she needed. Next thing I know, Miss Stacks wrapped me in a near bone crushing hug. It froze me in shock. The only other person to hug me like this was my dad, and that was after I first woke up in the hospital back in January.
I heard her chuckle below me. Her face was pressed against my collarbone; she wasn't tall enough to above my shoulder. "Seriously Taylor, relax. I can feel your heart jack hammering in there."
Ah, she wasn't lying. I could hear the blood rushing through my ears. I focused on my bugs again while trying to breathe as deeply as I could. "Atta girl!" she said, stepping back from the hug and leaving her hands to rest on my shoulder. "Listen Taylor, I don't know the entire thing, only what filtered through the grapevine. But I won't ask what happened. It's obviously painful to you. I just want you to know that I am here for you. I don't know why the faculty is ignoring you, but I'll do my best to find out. You are not alone, Ok? I am here for you."
That... That was actually the first time a teacher ever said anything like that. First time any adult other than my dad, for that matter. She looked so sincere too. I could feel the prickling in my eyes that heralded tears. I closed my eyes and did my best to held them in. Once I was sure I wouldn't leak, opened my eyes again.
She still had her hands on my shoulders, smiling. She double tapped my shoulders before she let go and stepped back. I needed to say something, anything not to break down. Then I noticed something. "Your clothes, I got mud on them," I said sheepishly.
She just blinked owlishly before looking down at her self. Then burst out laughing. I felt my face heat up again. I tried to hide it by dropping my head and letting my hair drape over my face, but she just laughed harder. The heat increased and I pouted. It wasn't funny, she shouldn't be laughing.
"Sorry," she wheezed between laughs. "Sorry," she repeated when she calmed down, "That's the last I was expecting after a loaded convo. Tell you what, by now the other girls should have already left. I have some spares on my office, so you go ahead and take a shower in peace, and I'll get changed. If your bus already left I can drive you home, if you'd like."
"I..." I was flabbergasted. She was offering me a ride home. That... She was going well above what I'd expect a normal teacher to do. "I... I'd like that, thank you..." I trailed off, holding back tears again. She just smiled and grabbed me in a half hug. She couldn't quite reach around my shoulders, so she wrapped her my torso, close to my hip. Then she started guiding us back towards the locker rooms.
"Don't worry, we'll work this out. You'll see." And I believed her. Maybe I can enjoy PE a little more from now on.
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1.2
"You know, you can't just let them push you around like they are doing now," said Lucy -Miss Staks first name— as we walked through the entrance to the hallway leading up to the locker rooms. We were discussing the extensive terror campaign that I was a subject to for almost a year and a half. It was a summarized account, of course. There were some details in there I certainly didn't want to discuss with a woman I just met. Much less that particular event. So I just gave the roughest idea of what happened. I was talking her about the last few weeks when she spoke up. "They already hospitalized you once. I can bet you fifty bucks and a pair of panties that they will go to extremes unless you do something to curve their aggression. Draw a line on the sand, so to speak."
I puzzle over that sentence. Particularly the `pair of panties' bit. What the fuck. Better move on. "I would like to to fight back, but I also like to think that I am a better person than them. I won't drop to their level."
She shook her head with a tsk. "Turnabout is fair play Taylor. And not even saying that you should fight every little thing. Just the heavy stuff. Things that you will not tolerate. If you don't, they just will keep escalating, because they know they can get away with it. But if you resist their meanest taunts, their hardest shoves, if you escalate when they cross that line in the sand, then they will stop, because they will know that crossing isn't worth it."
