Tranquillity in serving and selfish desperation

The classroom fell silent when the school janitor wheeled in the TV stand before Mr. Forman arrived. His hulking appearance lumbered forward to set it up, heavy footsteps thudding against the floor. He would have been an intimidating man if he wasn't so nice to everyone. Ashley hated how some of the girls had taken to teasing Kurt and asking him if he had a girlfriend in mocked fashion. Were he ever to snap there would be nothing any of the girls, nor their boyfriends, could do against an advance. In contrast to every other man she encountered, Kurt shied away from looking at her. You want to look. Everyone does. Ashley saw that his lips curl before he purposefully averted his gaze from her. Did I leave a mess in the closet?! Their janitor quietly did his job and left as soon as he was done. Did he have to clean that up? No sooner than Kurt leaving the classroom door flung open once more. He likes to make an entrance. Ashley thought when Mr. Forman strode in with long decisive steps, today dressed in a navy blue suit in keeping up his appearance that teachers ought to dress to induce authority and respect from their students.

He stood motionless, looking out over the class and let them stew in the silence that hung in the air before taking tone. His students all knew not to speak unless given the word.

"I will not be able to conduct this lesson in a traditional manner." He rumbled to no one's surprise, they were too used to his theatrics and the TV had been rolled in for a reason. Ashley sat leaning against Theodore's leg, listening. Why won't he be able to teach?

"While we in the planning team convene to go over the details of our coming study trip you others will be watching a film that ought to be educational."

What trip? Ashley moved nervously. Theodore hasn't told me anything about a trip.

"So if the volunteers for the planning team would come up front." He said and Rebecca rose to stand by her teacher. Of course, little miss teacher's pet volunteered. To Ashley's surprise she saw Michael rise as well and take a place beside her. Why would he be interested in this?

"Why are you doing this?" Rebecca hissed at him.

"You think I would let you ruin this?" Michael answered in mockery of the brunette's question.

Ruin what?! Nobody tells me anything! Ashley recognised Theodore's palm laying on her head. She didn't notice herself making distressed sounds.

"Shhh shh shh, it's okay Ash." Theodore whispered.

Ashley relaxed, her shoulders slumping down from her tension leaving. Theo says it's okay… She leaned back against him again.

"Michael and Rebecca, you can go ahead to the study room. I will be right there with you."

Michael took the lead and the both left the classroom. One looking more satisfied with their situation than the other.

What now?

"Isabel, I would like to have a word with you too."

Her?

Isabel rose from her cushioning behind before he could finish and swaggered her way out towards the door Michael and Rebecca left from, pushed it open and stepped out. Mr Forman sighed so heavily that Ashley heard it where she sat at on the floor. After only a short moment Isabelle peeked inside again.

In what way could Isabel help with anything?

"I don't know where they went."

"No, you don't."

"Okay, I will go look!"

"No, just… wait for me there." Their teacher said. Ashley could almost hear how he held back his frustration with the girl. How dumb can you be? Ashley played with the idea that there could be some truth in that unsavoury rumour that Isabel only was in their class instead of a special one because of some deal her mother had struck with the principal a long time ago. She is fortunate she at least inherited her mother's good looks. Ashley thought. Isabel looked like a younger, tighter version of the milf that sometimes graced the schoolyard with her presence. It got Ashley wondering, she looked almost nothing like her own mother and she had seen pictures of her grandparents when they were young and they weren't exactly supermodels.

Mr. Forman pressed play on the media player and dimmed the lights. The documentary started rolling its entry sequence with a set of fourteen naked beautiful young women kneeling down, chained to a wall by their necks.

Roe Nation

The bold lettering covering the screen read.

The rise, peak and fall of a terrorist organisation

Ashley remembered that name. It had come up when she and Theodore researched her possibility of being enslaved. It was one of the first cases of court ordered enslavement in criminal law.

A soothing womanly voice started speaking. “Roe Nation, a name that was both feared and hated, has been considered one of the most extremist and dangerous national terrorist organisations in modern American history. To begin to understand the minds that endangered the lives of hundreds of thousands of Americans we must first look into the organisation’s grass roots.” The camera pivoted down towards the ground and shifted to a street protest and moved over demonstrative placards. “The group was originally founded under the name Women's Rights Watch in 2022 with the overturning of the then widely discussed case of Roe v. Wade. A seemingly harmless beginning that would unbeknownst to all come to shape the lives of many.” The documentary continued on with background information of their founder Joanne, an idealistic yet naive woman fighting to keep the right of abortion. Through her life she organised protests for every conceivable cause she herself deemed to be right. Her lack of focus and inordinate inclusivity was, according to leading scholars on the subject, the main reason for her ineffectiveness in reaching any meaningful results in her pursuits.

Ashley watched intently, knowing the fate of the later members didn't make it any less interesting. The turn for the group's more aggressive stance came years later from its founding when the courts reinstated a nationwide right to terminate pregnancies, stating that through careful examination the right to choose was an integral part of a modern society. News that, at first, was heralded by Joanne and her group, before the details of their ruling was released. The explanation that the courts went with was that a child must be provided for so as not to be a burden for society. By and large the provider of said child would be the male parent according to statistical data and it therefore stood to reason that the male would need the right to choose whether or not the pregnancy would come to term. A ruling that was not met with the enthusiasm it first received by the subsection of women calling themselves feminists, who believed in the delusion of female superiority.

Here the documentary spun off from its main focus in explaining how the scientific studies proved that women were not superior, quite contrary to what the feminists believed they were proven to be inferior to the male sex in almost every aspect. The only rational conclusion from the findings was that the female had evolved to entice and serve the male. The documentary followed their arguments that it was the natural order by showing cave drawings, statues, sculptures, pictures, scriptures, writing and videos of women throughout history submitting to their male betters, which unbeknownst to the students present had been carefully selected for the narrative that the creators wanted to portray. The visual proof of women’s place in society carried up until a modern secretary on her knees under her boss' desk, pleasuring him orally. Ashley stared at the enticing display of male superiority. She hadn't thought of her mission of the day for some time when she was reminded by this woman of the one thing they were better at than their male counterparts. Pleasuring them. It was Mrs. Walker's fault for holding quite the interesting class today that didn’t mention slavery in the slightest and kept Ashley mentally occupied in following the development of accents. Moreover, their english lesson had left no opening for her to advance towards her goal, lest she had Theodore fuck her right in front of everyone, which she preferred to avoid. If she needed to perform in the presence of a teacher before the day was over, she would rather deal with whatever lustful energy that one of the men emanated than the stinging disappointment of Mrs. Walker. Ashley looked around at her former classmates in the darkness. They're all focused on the film. She pondered her newfound idea. Maybe if I'm quiet they won't notice.

“They didn't have to show porn!” A girl complained when the film lingered on the secretary scene whilst listing facts.

Ashley silently crept under the table in an attempt to appear inconspicuous. I'm not going to get an opportunity like this again. She didn't even need to ask her master this time, for Theodore was already casually zipping down his fly in between his spread legs when he saw the felt the leash move and followed it to where his bitch was going. What if they notice?! Ashley sat waiting with some trepidation, hearing the faint slurping of the woman in the film, while her master took out his glorious cock for her. If I don't do this now, Danielle will later. Without further hesitation she took the bulbous head in her mouth and started sucking on it. His dominance over her was so complete and unquestionable when her lips were wrapped around his growing mandom that Ashley felt her legs weaken at its presence and her worries of being caught melt away. Ashley opened her mouth wider to accommodate his widening girth. He's so big! Endorphins heightening her senses and lowering her inhibitions made Ashley moan around him, it felt so unnaturally good to take care of him like his woman was meant to. He grows so big just for me. Ashley let her salvia run down her master's rod in unhindered floods. Theo likes it sloppy. Ashley thought. If she was going to do this, and she needed to do this now when they had time, she may as well do it right. Her slurping sounds joined the woman on the TV screen in a lewd duet of sexual need that went unnoticed by everyone but her and Theodore. She knew how much Theodore liked having his dick sucked and for her to be able to provide that for her master was an exhilarating sensation that tingled down to her stomach. She heard her master gasp from up above the table that separated them.

"You're so good at that Ash." Theodore whispered a praise between deep breaths, satisfied with the work his bitch was doing.

Thank you master. It was as if it was all she ever wanted to hear. She wanted to make her master feel good and to treat his cock with the respect it deserved. Ashley pushed herself down on him in what she had identified as her most effective move in giving her master pleasure. His cock is so prized and so ****, yet he trusts me this deeply to let me do this. Theo must truly love me. Ashley mused as she let Theodore sink deeper into her gullet until she had made the seemingly impossible task of enveloping his whole length. His soft groans were like music to her ears. I love you too master.

Above her Theodore gripped the edge of the table to steady himself against the sudden intense pleasure. It amazed him how Ashley was able to do what she had just done down there. Her throat massaging his member was only one of the many signs she was giving him of how far she had fallen from his friend since he lured her to give up her freedom and become his. Well on her way to becoming nothing more than his obedient bitch.

Ashley heard how the film pivoted back to the terrorist group from their sidetracking and was a little saddened that she wouldn't be able to watch the rest of it. This is more important. Theo is more important. She told herself as she moved up and down on him, letting her plump lips trace along his shaft.

"That’s it, you’re done teasing now you attention seeking bitch. Suck it good you fucking cock hungry whore." Theodore whispered quietly for himself, making sure to shelter his harboured dark feelings from his former friend. Feelings that only used to creep out when he was alone to form unsavoury fantasies, fantasies which were now actualised in reality with every depraved thing she debased herself with for him. Below him Ashley did not hear her master's comments. Caught in the act of pleasuring her owner, her focus lay solely on Theodore's cock and how it felt against her lips. Theo knows how difficult it is for me to do what a **** must. The way he stiffened from her touch told her she was doing a good job in pleasing him. He tries his best to give me the confidence I need to deal with it. Ashley let the tip of her tongue travel along the underside of her master. If we work together. She tickled the underside of its head which **** out a quiver from him. I'm sure we will make progress in helping me. Ashley closed her eyes after getting some positive reinforcement from Theodore, settling into a steady rhythm she found tranquillity in serving her master like only she could, utterly unaware of the discrepancy in their interpretation of their development.

While Ashley gently slobbered all over her owner's manhood she couldn't help remembering the first time she found herself under a school desk with Theodore's cock in her mouth. How much she fought to have him call her his good girl. I am a good girl now too. Ashley thought and went deep on him once more in an attempt to elicit that phrase from the man she was servicing.

"Good girl." Ashley's peeked ears picked up from above. Aaaah yes, I'm a good girl. Her ass squeezed around her buttplug in anticipation, here it comes, waiting in vain as nothing happened. Right, I asked him to turn that off. She remembered, not thinking much of it she continued to bob her head on her master’s cock.

“Good girl” Ashley soon heard again from him and clenched around her buttplug once more in a deep subconscious longing for something to happen. While sucking on Theodore and hearing how he appreciated her efforts had an unnervingly calming effect it also made her yet more flustered and a growing selfish need was creeping along the edges of her tranquil state, ready to wash over her at a moment's notice and yank away her want of giving in turn for a need of receiving. "Good girl." Came again from her master.

"Hnggggh, mmmmfmm, nnmmmgh". Ashley complained around Theodore's flesh. Her muffled sounds carried up to her owner who started to grin wickedly. Ashley slowed down her pace in an attempt to redirect her attention from her own frustration to sensual pleasure for her master, seeking salvation from her selfishness in worship of his cock. Each long outdrawn bob of her head taking around six seconds to complete its journey down on him and up again. Had Ashley counted them she would have noticed how near ten it would have been before.

"Good girl."

'Mmmmfmm hnnnnngnngh."

Would it have been enough now... She wondered and let Theodore slip out of her mouth, the burning between her thighs seeking her attention. No! Focus! Ashley shook her head and returned to her task. Trying once again to let Theodore's manhood be the centre of her world.

"Good girl Ashley."

Oh common! Ashley screamed internally, her own need starting to get the better of her made anger against Theodore flare up inside. In a final **** act Ashley redirected that ill mannered **** against her tail. Do your fucking job! She would have been able to get off by now were her cursed buttplug to stop mocking her. If it worked like it used to she would have joined Theodore in the bliss he was experiencing.

"Good girl." Ashley heard him call her again. I'm not even doing anything special! Theodore had the biggest smile plastered on his face. His bitch's **** pleas every time he said she was a good girl made her blowjob all the more satisfying. She was almost making it too easy.

Make it stop. Ashley picked up her pace, the groundwork she had done made sure Theodore's cock was wet and slippery from her drool. Rapidly impaling herself to get him over the edge and end the source of his praise that gave her naught but his adoration when she wanted more. Theodore's appreciation had grown to not be enough for her. Ashley felt like she deserved more. Needed more. Ashley knew it was a dangerous train of thought and gave it her all to make her master finish before she did something stupid. I'm going to regret it if I lash out at him. It's not Theo's fault I can't behave.

While Theodore sat and got his dick taken care of, their film started to ramp up. "Women's Rights Watch under their new leadership of Jude "Fish lip" McBeth following Joanne's marriage and ousting from the group took on a new name to separate them from the travesty that was Joanne's failure. The name that they would later go down in history books as. Fish lip grasped the most devoted of their followers to form an inner circle, readying to set their plans in motion that would create what in their misguided eyes was an equal society. Internal documents tell us that their first order of business and the lynchpin of their long term goals was the elimination of disparagement in wealth between the sexes. Met with the rational explanation that jobs paid differently due to their underlying risks, Roe Nation found themselves at an impasse at an early stage of their plans for their new world. Not able to accept these facts their group would soon turn to the **** that made them notorious.”

*Glugg*

*Glugg*

*Glugg*

“In a lengthy manifesto that has come to be known as "The Mortality Gap" Roe Nation pointed out that the pay gap that they saw did not correspond to their self made mortality gap and that one would need to move to find equilibrium.”

*Glugg*

"Good girl."

Then give me something! No, shut it. Carelessly she was growing louder in her quest to bring her master to finish and end her torment.

"What's that sound?" A girl asked. "Does anyone else hear that?"

Ashley felt Theodore stiffen further. Finally. The cock in her mouth remained in its overly rigid state. He's holding on just for me… She felt Theodore tensing up even more.

*Glugg*

*Glugg!*

*Slurp!*

Just let go Theo!

*Slurp!*

*Glugg!*

*Glugg!*

*GLUGG!*

*GLUGG!*

The room suddenly turned bright. What?! Ashley stopped dead in her tracks.

"Hey, turn the lights off!"

Long brown hair hung down across a table's edge some distance away, moving downwards towards the ground until its owner was face to face with Ashley. Her expression turned sickened when they saw each other. The reality of what she was doing came crashing into Ashley, lifting the fog that serving Theodore had provided her.

No! Don't look!

Theodore erupted. There was nowhere for his thick streams to go but down. Ashley swallowed the heavy loads, her throat moving as she drank down her master's gift made the girl's face crinkle in vile contempt when she figured out what was happening before her eyes. Ashley saw her gag twice and throw her hand up to cover her mouth.

They weren't supposed to find out... She wanted to cry. She only did her part as a **** and they kept judging her for it. It wasn’t her fault she kind of liked it.

The lights turned off again and Ashley heard the door open and slam shut. Ashley felt conflicted as the taste of him enveloped her senses. On the one hand people kept reacting to what she did with malcontent, as if it was the most despicable thing they had seen, yet the warmth of Theodore's love that was making its way down to her belly told another story. That it was exactly what she was supposed to do. Granted, the way he showed her his love wasn't pretty, but it was definite, tangible, absolute and limited to only her. Love isn't always pretty. Ashley concluded. Why should their judgement prevent her from accepting Theodore’s feelings for her, however he chose to show it.

"What got into her?" A boy's voice asked.

"Shut it!" The rest yelled at him. The documentary had advanced to its more action filled segments that had the audience hooked.

Ashley felt her leash pull at her neck, calling her out from the sheltering safety under the table. She wanted to watch too, but she didn't want anyone to know what she had been up to either. Can people tell if they look at me? Can they see that I have just sucked him off? Her leash kept pulling her. Please let me stay here Theo. In the dimness Ashley made out his hand at the edge.

*Snap*

His fingers clicked and pointed to the floor where she used to sit. He wants people to see me. Ashley relented to his wishes. Of course he does. What good is a trophy if it's hidden from sight? Her seeing herself as her master's boastful possession pushed her own wants to the back of her mind in favour of Theodore's image. Once again at his side Ashley turned her attention to the film again as if nothing had happened. Pictures of fourteen women proudly holding a newspaper that read of a tragic mining accident that had taken the life of 31 men after safety measures had malfunctioned. “Roe Nation’s first operation had been successful and only limited in damage due to quick first responders that say the damage could have been much worse.” Those women look nothing like the ones kneeling in the beginning. “With a success under their belt and the belief that the winds of change were blowing under their wings, Roe Nation was unleashed upon the world.”

Newspaper headline after newspaper headline dropped upon each other, each detailing some tragic accident in high risk jobsections that more often than not resulted in the **** of innocent men. They get worse and worse. The **** tolls kept rising every few headlines. It cut to an old man in a leather chair and a text popped up describing him as an FBI agent working the case.

“These accidents were becoming too frequent, to be just that, accidents, and always hinging on some vital piece of equipment not working as it should, which is why we started to suspect foul play. By that time we had not narrowed it down to Roe Nation specifically, but because of their manifesto released before this unprecedented increase in work related casualties they were certainly on our radar. With such a tight knit group it is hard to get in through undercover work and a more direct approach had to be made. A trap had to be set.”

All the students were at the edge of their seats when the documentary detailed the intricate planning that went into luring out the terrorists to strike at a specific target. Roe Nation took the bait and struck just as planned. Their modus operandi fitting too well into how all the other accidents had looked for it to be a coincidence.

“I am very grateful to everyone involved in the investigation who did amazing jobs tailing and eventually apprehending these criminals. We saved a lot of lives that day.”

The woman's voice came back. “Investigators were stunned by the number of attacks that were still in the planning stage. The most devastating of all being the sabotage of a newly constructed fusion reactor.”

It cut to an older woman in a suit that was presented as nuclear physicist Dr. Grey. “Those women don’t know what they were dealing with. The tampering they had planned on causing would have resulted in thousands of lives being snuffed out and had made hundreds of miles inhabitable for a foreseeable future.”

Ashley heard that many of her former classmates became upset with the idea that such an attack would have been carried out unless they were caught in time.

The final section of the documentary focused on the criminal interview and trial of the fourteen women of the inner circle. Each of them swore they had nothing to do with any attack on a power plant, but the physical evidence against them was too great, coupled with the numerous witness statements from members outside the circle. The cameras zoomed in on the accused's faces when they were given the jury ruling; guilty and their sentencing to enslavement.

Each woman fought frantically as they were taken away by ****. That’s what you get. The screen dimmed to black and cut to a new location. Lying on an operating table surrounded by medical personnel lay Jude "Fish lip" McBeth, out cold. The text at the bottom of the screen told them it was two days after sentencing and that her surgery that would prepare her for life as **** would commence. It cut off again when the surgeon made the first incision to a hover shot of a street. The drone camera flew closer to the ground and focused in on the women being dragged along after a prisoner transporter. They were naked with their hands tied behind their backs.

*Click* It sounded like a camera flash and the TV showed a still of the old and new Jude.

*Click* A new member, just as beautiful.

*Click* The next one.

*Click* They’re so pretty after.

*Click*

It continued on to show all the fourteen of the inner circle and their new appearance before the credit started to roll. Ashley rubbed her eyes when the lights turned on. Mr. Forman and the planning team had snuck in without anyone noticing.

“Have we learned something today?” He asked the class.

“That they deserved it.” Ashley saw a girl raise her hand and then blurt out.

“Indeed they did. Anything else.”

“That our justice system works. Through due process and fair ruling we set precedence that create a deterrence for similar crimes to happen again.” Another girl said.

“Very good.” Mr. Forman said pleased.

“They should be grateful, they look a lot better now.” A boy suggested jokingly.

“You jest, Ryan. But there can be some benefits that come with becoming a ****. We can discuss that another time if you would like, but that’s it for today.”