Interlude - Sophia Hess

If you had told me just a month ago that school could be more hectic and surreal than typical cape life, I would have thought you were making fun of all the bullshit procedures, politics and public appearances the Protectorate expected of its heroes. I definitely had not expected to run into Militia and Battery’s government issued gigolo darting down the hall like a bat out of hell just as the weakling Hebert had gotten her second wind and resumed screaming after a (#fleeting unpleasantly familiar#) pause.

I wasn’t dumb. Miss Piggy made no effort to sugarcoat how she barely tolerated my presence. If she so much as caught a whiff of my involvement, I would be on the next shuttle to prison. Not even one of those cushy minimal security places that chumps like Leet and Über got sent to all the damn time!

Good thing I saw him before he noticed me or Emma. He was so distracted by Hebert’s whining and Julia’s attempts at flirting that he didn’t even see me casually leading my confused but trusting and quiet best friend down the hall and around the nearest corner with Madison sensibly following our lead.

As far as anyone else was concerned Emma and Madison had been busy in the library helping me finish a book report that I had forgotten to do over the break. Anyone who knew otherwise knew to keep their mouth shut. But Anderson didn’t seem to buy it. Must have talked to Hebert, but why a fine specimen like him would willingly associate with a frail weakling like her didn’t make any fucking sense.

But it would have been Hebert’s delirious word against ours with Emma’s dad on our side. And I had been careful to cover my tracks by wiping off any prints on the lock and door Emma and I might have left. DNA evidence might connect us to the scene but being weeks old and contaminated by Hebert’s puke it’d be a long shot. Even then we could claim that Julia got it from the school garbage, so they still couldn’t prove a damn thing!

Hebert was back to school the following Monday (little drama queen made such a big fuss over nothing). We still had to be careful about how we approached her with everyone feeling sorry for the dweeb, but she needed to be reminded of her place after she got Julia and the others suspended. No problem. Emma knew how to tear her apart with words that would sound benign to anyone else. Hebert would just break down crying and everyone would just think she was just crazy.

At least that would have been the plan until Friday morning when the fucker made the first strike. The way Saul had asserted his strength over Blackwell! Claiming her office as his own without protest! Having the school’s figurehead submit and debase herself, dressing and acting like a bimbo slut then casually facefucking the dour woman in front of the entire school! Staring us all down and telling us that he was going to rut with any female he wanted and we were going to thank him for it!

Emma said that I was overthinking it, that he was just doing his job and Blackwell was bending to public opinion and internal politics. That without the support of the government and school board in his favor he wouldn’t have ever done something so brazen.

I disagreed. You couldn’t fake that level of swagger anymore than a lamb could be a wolf. I couldn’t imagine most people could have captivated a hall full of rowdy teenagers as effortlessly as he did. The Triumvirate, Lung, maybe The Marquis from what I knew of him; the list was a short one.

When he had first come to me at school, flashed his badge and asked me to join him in his new office my blood began to boil with anticipation. My body felt hotter than ever before. How could I not after peeking in on his romps with the older heroines and seeing all that he had to offer?!

Waiting for us in the principal’s office was a pair of Asian girls sitting on the edge of the bare wooden desk. I recognized them as girlfriends of two of the higher ranked ABB goons that still went to school.

Blackwell, or “Candi” as she insisted she be called to seem “friendlier” and “more approachable”, was sitting at her new, smaller folding desk in the corner. She was all dolled up in her snug cheerleader outfit, white stains and her colorful smeared makeup showing she had been “promoting school spirit” with some of the boys.

“Goo-Good morning Mr. Anderson…” she greeted demurely, anxiously shuffling in her chair. From her work to us to the girls lounging at her former throne, back to us then submissively back down to her work; her skittish stare showed that she was very aware of her fall from the top.

It was intoxicating, to see how easily Saul had gotten the woman to submit, but also… unnerving… Not that I’d ever let him break me like that! I wasn’t some weak little prey he could take advantage of! I was a predator, like him! I was just... waiting to see if he considered me part of his pack/pride or his competition! Yeah, that’s all! I could take anything he dished out and if he went too far I would make sure he NEVER did it again!

But just like I was trying to get a read on him, he was testing me as well. Why else would he have me lez out with one of the girls while he mounted the other, then tell me to lap up his spooge while he fucked the girl I had readied for him? The only action I had gotten from him was when he jacked his throbbing cock until it spat thick globs of hot musky jizz all over my face and hair.

Fuck was it potent! My whole face tingled pleasantly like that one time Ems persuaded me to join her at the spa. I could almost imagine his little sperm trying to impregnate me just from this. -Did this guy really get his balls snipped? Half of the school isn’t pregnant yet so I guess he was telling the truth. Not that I’m interested in becoming a mom just yet (though if we did have a kid, I’m sure they’d be all kinds of badass) but it was like declawing a tiger, I couldn’t help but feel a little upset on his behalf.-

With a start the bell for lunch rung and I saw Saul zipping up his pants without a care as he made his way out. “Candi, make sure that you and Ms. Hess help these two get ready for class. I have another meeting scheduled after lunch so I need them out by then.” he instructed like he was asking a secretary to schedule an appointment, pointing to the two Asian ladies sprawled out in a euphoric daze.

“Mhmf! Liike s-sure th-ing Mr. Anderson! Ah!” Blackwell agreed between gasps as I saw her furiously fingering her thong clad slit under the desk and heard the door slam shut.

And there I was. Naked, soaked with cum, poised to be mounted and filled by his big fat dick. And he just walked out without even laying a hand on me.

My mind was slow to respond. A part of me felt that I should be furious with his disrespect but a more primal part of me was luxuriating in being marked with his seed. He wanted me, but clearly he wanted me to be the one to beg for it first. It was tempting. So very tempting. But no, I refused to lose this game of ours! After all how long could he sate his lust with these sheep instead of with a fellow carnivore like me?

In the meantime…

Plopping down between the fuckdrunk sluts on the desk, I began wiping off my face to scoop the enjoyably tasty spunk into my mouth. Between this and his earlier two loads I wouldn’t even need lunch.

“Get your ass over here, you dumb bimbo!” I snapped eagerly, rousing the faux-bimbo across the room.

“Wah? Just, like, ah a momen-tah! Soph! I’m, like, oh almost th-ere!” ‘Candi’ mewled pitifully.

“Now! Or do I need to tell Saul that you’re disobeying his orders already?” I hissed impatiently.

That got her attention. “W-Wha?! But, like, he said we had until the end of lunch! That’s like an hour to get ready!”

“I’m not talking about the Japanese skanks!” Punctuating my statement with a swat on each pale ass (“āiyā! èr bī!” “um chang seki!”). “I’m talking about your job as “Winslow High’s Oral Relaxation Expert”.” Heh.

Biting a rosy glossed lip, Candi looked up at me like a deer caught in the headlights. “But… you’re, like… a girl…!”

Rolling my eyes at her stupidity, I squeezed the asses of the girls flanking me. “So are they but Saul didn’t seem to care. And I don’t recall him saying you could be choosy so long as they were a student and at least 18.” I paused to suck on a cum-coated finger. “Or would you like to bother him and waste all of our time?”

Even under all of that makeup I could see her face grow pale. “N-no! Like, I’d be happy to, like, do, like, that for you Soph!” Scrambling out from behind her desk to kneel with her head between my knees.

Mhm. What the whore lacked in skill or enthusiasm, the thrill of having the once proud woman submit to me more than made up for it! No wonder Saul got such a kick out of this, and oh wasn’t that a fun idea?

“Come on you slutty ditz.” I coaxed excitedly, grabbing the sides of her head, “Get that dirty tongue all the way IN THERE!” I barked, smashing her face into my crotch like Saul had done a few days ago in front of the entire school. Just thinking that sparked a mini-gasm of arousal and I tightened my grip on the spooked whore.

‘I could definitely get used to this.’ I realized as Candi ceased her feeble struggles and began worming her tongue about experimentally. ‘Now I just need to figure out when his next visit to HQ is.’