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The plan was simple. You would threaten this punk kid and get my Julie back. You had **** her to have sex with Father Michael, so you couldn't get too angry that someone else had now used her as a sextoy. If he gave you your Julie back, you could come to an arrangement. Maybe some territorial agreement.

Lonnie and you parked the SUV behind a hill within walking distance of the high school. You weren't about to enter the front door. Back in the '90s, there was a window into a utility closet in the basement that had a broken latch. Teens used to break in there to smoke a joint... according to rumor.

Lonnie's backpack had tools in case the latch had been fixed or the window replaced. It was Wednesday morning, so you were confident that no security alarm would be in place. The school grounds were eerily abandoned for a weekday before graduation. Final exams were supposed to be held, but this kid had dismissed classes somehow.

You skulked your way through the empty field to the basement window. The window was still nearly unlatched, and slipped easily. You and Lonnie snuck in quietly, climbing down the window into the closet. Not a noise was made as you peered down the dark basement with a keychain flashlight.

Lonnie was uneasy about this operation, so you once again signed her how you would fuck her sideways when all was over, and that somehow relieved her tension. At the staircase, you were both careful not to make a sound, although as a deaf-mute, Lonnie couldn't as easily control her noisemaking bumbling. You had to keep an extra eye on the silent temptress.

Peering under the door, you saw an unlit, deserted hallway. Wait, there was a figure. A naked woman, patrolling. She looked black, or maybe just a dark Latina. Now she's gone. You open the door and slip into the nearest classroom. Mrs. Freeman's class. It should be full of honors students taking college-level exams today, but instead it was empty.

You pull Lonnie down as a silhouette marches by the door. She attempts to open the now locked door. Shit, you may have given away your location. You hear keys and reach into the backpack when...

Principal McNamara, fully naked enters. She's carrying keys and a large note. You look at her coldly as you see she's wearing taped on headphones and has duct tape around her mouth. Lonnie holds her down as you grab the note.

Mr. Doe, I hope this note reaches you well. I gave a few dozen to other staff and students currently wandering the school grounds. Sorry, but I have trouble contacting you through your phone. I hope you haven't blocked me. :)

I think we may have gotten off on the wrong foot. My name is also John, and as I said before, I suffer from the same affliction. I represent a group of like individuals known as the Masoños. We were founded many decades ago with a simple mission: to keep the more gluttonous among us in check.

A man of your age and accomplishments would be a great asset to our organization. I realize you are upset about your daughter's current status. Rest assured, I have not harmed a hair on her head, something that can't be said about the women you've been fucking.

We can discuss her and other options in the gymnasium. I will be there for the rest of the school day. Feel free to send a messenger, if you must. :)

You set the note on the desk. The masoños was the name given to the children born to President John D. Mason when he retired from the presidency in 1951 and moved to the Virgin Islands. All you recalled about President JDM was he had an attractive wife and he was confined to a wheelchair after decades of fucking everything that moved. The press notoriously covered up the hundreds of extramarital affairs he had, but it was an open historical secret.

You peered out into the hallway, and saw other nude students and teachers opening doors and checking closets. You tape the confused principal to the chair, and grope her surprisingly supple breasts. You smirk as she makes a moan.

You tell Lonnie to strip naked, and after she easily complies, you take her phone and Dana's phone from the backpack, and set up a facetime chat between them. Then you duct tape Lonnie's mouth and ears for appearances, and give her the Principal's note with signed orders to use it to partially conceal the phone.

You pace back and forth around the bound Helen McNamara as Lonnie slowly makes her way towards the gymnasium. The black latinas aren't taped up, and you suspect that they might not speak English. They are strong enough to crush you with their thighs, but you've only seen three. You see Mrs. Freeman, naked with annoyance in her eyes as she brushes by Lonnie. You see Marisol, the virgin you fucked yesterday smiling (you think) in Lonnie's direction.

There's Nurse Stevens and her girltoy Nadia Folsom, working in tandem. There's Shelley the Secretary standing guard with an actual Masoño (or grand-masoño?) at the door to the gymnasium. They look Lonnie over, and open the door.

Lonnie walks in, shakily, to the open gymnasium. You hear the sounds of a volleyball game. A naked volleyball game between a squad featuring team captain Beth and another squad featuring... Julie.

Your hear skips a beat as she's actually there, in full glory, showcasing the volleyball skills you taught her and led her to the state championship two years ago. She's having fun and shows no sign of discomfort. Her ears appear clear and her mouth is untaped. As are all the volleyball players.

"Well, well, well, is this my messenger?" came the blood-curdling question off-camera. "Excuse me girl, are you the messenger for Mr. Doe?!" an amount of annoyance in his voice as you spotted the naked young man, perhaps in his early twenties, enter the frame. He had been fucking, and doesn't appear to have a lick of black blood in him. Probably not a native Masoño.

Lonnie recoiled as he stroked her side and took off the easily removable headphones and yanked off her duct tape with no concern for her wellbeing. "Can you hear me now?"

She did not immediately react, and then recoiled from this strange man's touch.

Simultaneously, you had reached into the backpack and grabbed Chris's revolver. You hadn't shot a gun in ten years, but now would be as good a time as any. You also layed down a frantic Helen, and fucked a few pumps into her dry snatch. You didn't want to go into battle half-cocked, you thought as you unloaded one clip into her womb.

You left your pants and shoes and made your way down the hall in only socks and a shirt, like a true ninja. You could see on the phone as this punk finds the camera and forces the volleyball team and Julie to hold down Lonnie and violently **** her with some dildo. You hold no connection to the girl, so this act doesn't really phase you, other than Julie's **** involvement.

You duck out of the way of a Masoño, and violently knock down some goth girl. You're now at the end of the East Wing, at the door to the gym. The Masoño doesn't see you, but Shelley demurely looks down, pretending perhaps that you weren't there. Maybe trying to convince herself.

You try to wait out the guards or reason a way in. Maybe you could shoot at her and rush in and shoot him? Would that be illegal?

Just then, something knocks you down from behind, you look up to see the black Amazon, Fiona Freeman, holding a desk chair before your vision gets covered with blood and you pass out.