Alpha Class

“We have some newcomers in our Alpha class, so first we’re going over the basics again.”

The class groaned, causing the short woman who taught the class to turn around and level a remote at the class. “I won’t tolerate any whining,” she said, sharply. “You’re all going to be Alphas, some sooner than others. I’m looking at you Mr. Devonshire! Next week, is it? Is this any way for an almost Alpha to behave?”

Jack looked sheepish; most of the class did. Eve Martin was a petite woman, barely 5'1 and yet somehow she towered over any class of future Alphas she taught. Adam estimated her age to be in her early 50’s based on the way she looked, but knew she was easily twice that. And while she was not the image of a classical MILF, small breasts and a cute but not voluptuous ass, the entire class, and the classes before them, all lusted after her. With glasses, her hair in a bun, a buttoned up blouse and a skirt length that bordered on puritanical, Eve Martin could have been a stereotypical teacher back in the late 1800’s.

According to Brendan, who was a bit of an OZ geek, even a number of Alpha council members were a bit hesitant to assert authority over her. Not because she wouldn’t comply; every single graduate of her class that had the nerve to approach her had found a very willing, submissive and enthusiastic partner. Eve Martin very clearly believed in the OZ system and her place in it. No, it was because even when used as a fuckdoll, she never stopped teaching them. Or, and this was the part that made even Alphas nervous, stopped grading them.

According to OZ legend, a group of Alphas that had graduated her class and had later gone on to become very important individuals in Queen’s River, a veritable who’s who, had decided to gangbang Eve into oblivion. After exhausting every single boy and futa who had gone to town on her, Eve had given them a scorecard and a lecture on their performance.

Adam hadn’t believed Brendan and had dismissed it until he’d seen Mr. Chen, Chao fucking Chen who basically owned a tenth of Queen’s River and at the age of 67 still made his rounds of the Local district every single day, stumble and stammer over his words to her during a visit to the class. He couldn’t quite hear her clearly but he could have sworn she’d said something to him along the lines of ‘raising his grade’.

She was also famous, or infamous, for having slapped George Brandt without ending up in the public stocks. Even amongst the worst gossips, there was not a hint as to how and why it had happened. Or why there were no consequences for her. Brandt was known to be a particular kind of bastard, very vindictive. And yet…

All of this, combined with the iron fist she used to rule the future Alpha boys made for a very intimidating figure. Even if she had to bend her neck almost backwards to look some of them in the eye. Of course, in a city filled with Oedipus complexes, a female authority figure like her made her class a veritable boner parade. As Eve Martin kept telling the class, it was all about attitude. Of course, she was referring to theirs.

Most other Alpha classes were taught by Alphas, but another class with a female Local teaching was very popular because Mrs. Holly Splendid believed in… well… positive reinforcement. As you needed to be 18 or older to attend the class, that usually meant an orgy. Mrs. Splendid was a very sweet, very cuddly, very maternal classical MILF. Every single student would do anything for the woman. If she’d asked, they would have carried her home. And every semester, Holly and Eve competed on the grades of their students. Their classes consistently scored highest across Queen’s River. Of course, the grades themselves were immaterial. A failing grade didn’t even necessarily mean you wouldn’t become an Alpha. In an **** case, it might mean Alphahood being delayed by a semester or so, but that happened maybe one in a thousand times and required intervention by the Alpha Council.

It wasn’t that the students in the classes taught by Alphas didn’t respect their teachers. Quite the contrary. As their literal role models, the Alpha teachers showed the students how to behave and how to handle their upcoming responsibilities. They spurred them on, encouraged or corrected them as needed. But unlike Holly and Eve, they did not inspire the same kind of fanaticism in their students.

Adam was definitely feeling some of that fanaticism. While Mrs. Splendid’s students had this air of making mommy proud, Mrs. Martin’s students all had the goal of showing her that they were the best Alphas and deserving of their place above her. He did wonder if Mrs. Martin did it on purpose, to ensure the Alphas graduating her class really took their time to give her the roughest fuck possible. Though if that were the case, she didn’t give any indication of it, simply trying to instill in them the manners and behaviours that were expected of Alphas in Queen’s River.

She certainly behaved properly for a Local herself, obeying any Alpha that gave her an order, deferring to their judgement whenever needed. A place for everyone and everyone in their place, is what she often said. Followed by a remark that when they turned 19, their place was above her and the Beta/Local population so they should pay better attention and not fuck up quite as much.

She glared at the class, daring any of them to talk back to her, reserving a special look for Jack Devonshire who had started off as a class troublemaker before starting her lecture. There were indeed two newcomers to the class. A boy and a girl. About one in ten Alphas in Queen’s River were futas. As she was not yet 19, Pearson's hadn’t performed the necessary procedure yet.

“Queen’s River was founded by several families who’s names I’m sure you’ll see on street signs and other buildings, such as Brandt,” Eve pronounced the name with a disdain no other Local or Beta and very few Alphas would dare. “Greene, Rodriguez and, of course, the Monarchs. Taking the idea of an Oedipal Zone, or OZ for short and making it their own.”

Mrs. Martin pressed a button on her remote, projecting images of the original excavation and construction of the town when work had first started. “Broadly speaking the population is divided into 5 groups. The first group, that is you, consists of children up to the age of 19.” Eve emphasized the word children, showing them what she thought of them. “While other Zones use 18 to start their various free use programs, it was felt by the leadership at the time that it was beneficial for people to have a year before free use starts to have time to acclimatize to their future roles as well as experiment, sexually, without obligation.”

Eve pressed the button for the next slide showing a rather famous picture of the founding fathers, their mothers kneeling next to them in formal yet revealing clothing as they were signing the Articles of Founding.

The second group is the Alphas, to which you will belong. The first born son or futa daughter to an Alpha who, upon reaching their majority, gains full and near absolute control of their family unit. In Queen’s River this is considered a privilege. With great power comes great responsibility. Both to your own Betas as to the town in general. Alphas hold positions of great influence, but also work tirelessly for the benefit of the town. Am I boring you Mr. Devonshire?”

Jack looked up almost wildly, gulping. “N...no miss…” What a difference from a month ago, Adam mused. Jack had come in late, full of swagger, like he did at his high school where he’d been seen as unmanageable. Mrs. Martin had made him stay after class and after that… Jack had never fully confided in them what had happened between him and Mrs. Martin, but his behaviour had seen a distinct improvement. Even the teachers at their regular school had remarked upon it. For her part, Mrs. Martin never spoke of it either, not even a veiled hint. But a look or a sentence from her was enough now to make Jack behave. Apparently Jack's parents were thrilled at the change in him as well.

He’d heard from his own mother that Jack’s father had cornered Mrs. Martin at some point and asked how she’d managed it. From what Zoe had heard, all Mrs. Martin had said was that different students required different approaches and it was her job to find the approach that worked.

Mrs. Martin nodded at him and continued her lecture. “Of course, there are exceptions. Sometimes Locals or Betas are granted Alpha status by the Alpha council under various exceptional circumstances. A rare occasion, it requires the nomination of ten different Alphas of good standing. If the Nominee is a Beta, one of those Alphas must be the one who owns the Beta in question. Another example, somewhat less rare, is the specific recruitment of people from outside of the city. They are granted Alpha status as part of their recruitment package.”

“An example of that is one of our newcomers, Ms. Whitecombe. The second daughter of a non-oz family, she moved here on her own, having been recruited at the age of 18 by Orion Inc who, as you all know, have recently won a NASA contract. Very brave of you, Ms. Whitecombe, moving here by yourself. I trust all of you will make her feel welcome.”

Ms. Whitecombe seemed to shrink in her seat as the attention of the entire class was focused on the girl. A rather unassuming plain nerdy girl with glasses that covered most of her face, she was clearly used to blending in with the background. Adam realized Mrs. Martin had done this on purpose. If the girl was going to become an Alpha, a futa Alpha at that, she’d need to grow a very firm backbone.

“The third group are the Betas. The property of their respective Alphas. These men and women are to obey their Alphas without question. And, within reason, apart from sexual or physical matters, are expected to defer to other Alphas as well.”

Mrs. Martin showed the next slide, a chart listing the various groups.

“The fourth group are the Locals. Basically the same as Betas except they do not have an Alpha and are thus expected to obey every Alpha and defer to Betas with very few exceptions. Notable exceptions are orders regarding pregnancy and adoption. Locals also have limited traveling rights; they cannot leave Queen’s River without explicit permission from the local authorities. As they are not used to independence, it is believed that they will be easily taken advantage of outside of the city limits. And so, for their own protection, they are kept safely here within the confines of Queen’s River.”

“The fifth group are the Delta students. A new experimental group, they consist of outsiders recruited by the university; their status differs depending on their academic achievements. Officially they are all property of the university for the duration of their attendance, signing away their independence as part of their academic contract. This means they cannot be permanently altered, adopted or impregnated by Alphas without the university’s permission. But depending on their academic standing, they might otherwise have almost as many rights as an Alpha, or almost as few as a Local.”

“Now, who can tell me about Local adoption, how about Mr.—”

Adam listened attentively, looking at Mrs. Martin’s ass every time she turned around. Him, Brandon, Jackson and Rudy had already decided to run a train on her after they were all Alphas. The woman had made him do lines! When they were Alphas, she’d have a line of her own. Adam was sure they’d be able to do what those other Alphas couldn’t and properly fuck the haughty bitch into submission. Not just that, Adam planned to be the first Alpha ever to breed her. He'd make her beg him to knock her up. Of course, that meant scoring in the top percentile. He’d show her that he was an Alpha in every sense of the word. They’d all show her. So absorbed in watching her ass and listening to her lecture he never realized the little smirk on her face as Eve noticed every eyeball in the class on her body, mentally undressing her as she spoke while they industriously made notes.