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FREEDOM: Class Warfare
Part Two
Hedging Bets
By Razor7826 (Copyright 2008)
Thoughts? Encouragement? Email me at Razor7826@hotmail.com. I’m always interested in hearing from my readers.
This story in no way reflects the views of the author. It is intended for the eyes of legal adults only.
Does anyone still believe that those five justices understood the implications of their decision? We have thousands of men and women gambling themselves into slavery each year, all because of a loophole in how the contracts are written. Some of us foresaw these problems from the very beginning, and our worst nightmares are quickly becoming a reality. Overturn Fitzgerald v. Oregon now. It is the only way to save our freedom and our country.
-Erin Jefferson, President of Fundamental Freedom
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The second scouting party dashed carefully through the forest, encircling the enemy headquarters from its rear. If the boys and girls of Seven Saints High School saw their enemies, they made no sign, nor did they move to attack. It was exactly as Angelica wanted, exactly what she needed to right her course.
Gilbert Manchester led the way though the untamed brush of the summer forest, followed fifteen feet to his sides by Gwyn Thyme and Angelica Chenowitz. He raised his hand, and both of them stopped in their tracks.
“They aren’t coming,” he announced, turning his back to the enemy lodge.
“Good,” said Angelica, glancing towards the lodge, hoping to see signs of movement. Getting ambushed before her mission was complete would ruin everything.
“Christ, this terrain is tiring,” mumbled Gwyn, bending over and stretching her arms and legs. “It’s been way too long since I’ve been out in the woods.”
Gilbert huddled the three of them closer. “Can you see anything?”
Gwyn turned her eyes towards the distant lodge. She glanced from side to side, shifting her focus every half second. “No, nothing I can see from here. I don’t even see any of them standing guard outside their cabin.”
“Any idea what we should do from here?”
Angelica pounced on the opportunity and offered her plan. “Perhaps we should get closer. If they aren’t even outside, then there isn’t really anything to fear, is there? There’s no way they would attack us head one, right?”
“Probably not. Gwyn, keep an eye out as we move closer, okay?” Together, the trio moved closer through the woods, not bothering to separate into the spread formation.
As they made their way through the woods, Angelica sized up her teammates. Though she had known both during school, they were only classmates, both athletes while she spent own her time tenaciously clinging to the popular clique. Gilbert was short, but had a well-toned frame with tan skin and wavy blonde hair. He had numerous personal trainers, which helped him endlessly tune his tennis skills, leading him to be a two-time state champion.
Gwyn too was athletic, her body perfectly toned for her outfield position. She walked with a gangly confidence as she stepped through the brush.
What really gained Angelica’s attention, however, were the tags that dangled from the collars. To think that a simple tug could change a person’s life forever. It was terrifying on some profound level, but also exciting in a way that confused her deeply.
Elizabeth Monseto claimed to have a plan, to know the motivations behind the team from Seven Saints. But the brutal video sent in the dead of night changed everything. The good, humble, moral Christian students had descended to the level of vile and base rapists just hours after their first capture. If that part of Elizabeth’s prediction had already proven false, what about the rest? Would they really keep their enemies as slaves?
Angelica’s stomach dropped. What was once a no-risk gamble was turning into a terrifying ordeal. Something had to be done, and she knew exactly what that was.
They were but a few hundred feet out of the enemy lodge when Angelica Chenowitz made her move. Before Gwyn could even blink, the tag was plucked from her collar and pinched between two of Angelica’s fingers.
‘Pfffft’ hissed her collar as the sedative was injected.
“Wa…” was all that could escape from her lips as she collapsed into the undergrowth.
Gilbert jerked his head to the side to check out the noise, only to catch Angelica’s cattle prod in the side of his neck, forcing him to the ground. She pounced and grabbed the tag in a single swift motion, robbing the athlete of his motor skills.
The first part had worked. All that remained were negotiations. She laid down her prod and stun gun, raised her hands in the air, and walked straight towards the enemy headquarters. She was flanked by two girls and a boy as she neared the main entrance, each with their guns drawn and prods at the ready.
“Please,” said Angelica. “I’m unarmed.”
“What are you doing?”
“I offer my assistance.” Her voice quivered with fear, uncertain if her plan would work and constantly afraid that she was throwing her life away by even trying. “Two of my teammates are de-tagged a few hundred feet behind me.” She held their tags into the air for her opponents to see. “All I ask for my cooperation is that you let me go when you win.”
The students of Seven Saints turned to each other to discuss the offer. “Give us their bodies and you can go.”
“I… I’ll need some help.”
“No, you don’t,” answered the redheaded boy. “You want to go free, give us their bodies and their tags.
Angelica didn’t think she was strong enough, but she had to comply. She dragged their bodies through the brush, tearing their clothes and straining her arms, but soon both Gwyn and Gilbert were lined up, side by side, outside Seven Saints’ lodge.
“You can go,” said the redhead.
“Do… do I have your leaders word?”
“Don’t worry, we’ll tell her.”
Angelica didn’t quite trust them, but she had no choice. It was the best course of action, even if she had no absolute assurance. Now came the most difficult part—persuading her team that she her teammates were legimitamately defeated.
“Okay…” she said to herself quietly. She crouched to the forest floor and grabbed fistfuls of dirt. She smeared it across her clothes and in her hair to give her a worn appearance, then took off in a spring straight towards her own lodge.
Within ten minutes she was back, ready to collapse on the floor as she stumbled into the main hall.
“Angelica?” asked Elizabeth, rising to her feet to support her exhausted teammate.
Angelica closed her eyes and slurred out her message, hoping the exhaustion would hide her complete inability to lie convincingly. “They… they ambushed us.”
“What?”
“They knew we were coming,” she said, her speech stopping and speeding as she spoke between exasperated breaths.
“Fuck.” The leader let go of her classmate and returned to the her room, her close friends in tow, undoubtedly to devise another plan.
They returned half-an-hour later.
“When do you think you’ll be ready to go out again?”
Angelica had already catched her breath. “I’m ready now.”
“Good. Take Mary with you and see if you can get something worthwhile this time.”
“What?”
“Go. You have to make up for your mistakes.”
Angelica nodded politely, exited the lodge, ready to repeat her scheme.
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She returned alone over an hour later. Elizabeth Monseto sat in the center of the main hall on a high backed chair. Her legs and arms were crossed, as if angry with some unseen threat.
“Back again, Angelica?”
“We… we got ambushed.”
“Again?”
“Yes.”
Elizabeth stood and approached Angelica. “Why does this always happen to you, dear?”
“They saw us coming.”
“Haha, there’s no need to lie, my sweet.”
Angelica’s blood ran cold. Did she know? How could she know? Her worst fears were confirmed as Elizabeth reached out with her right hand and gently grabbed the number five tag that dangled from her capture collar.
“Tell me, Angelica, what are you getting out of betraying your friends?”
“I…”
“Oh, wait, I don’t care.” Elizabeth yanked the tag from Angelica’s collar.
Angelica Chenowitz, eighteen year-old wannabe, collapsed onto her knees, then forward onto her face. With every ounce of willpower she struggled to get up, but her muscles merely twitched, then went silent. Her face pressed against the brown carpet and her eyes stared lazily into the ground.
“So, who wants a shot?” announced Elizabeth Monseto.
Her teammates stepped forward, the remaining three guys at the front of the line. One of the girls held the camcorder. It was already pointed straight at Angelica. Two boys lifted her off of the ground and slung her arms behind their shoulders. They carried her just of the ground, her sneakered feet occasionally swinging down and hitting the floor of the lodge.
Angelica knew what was coming. “No, no,” she tried to scream, but all she did was pant heavily. They exited the main hall into one of the side bedrooms. The room was cleared of furniture except for a single bed, set up in the middle of the small, windowless room. And, at that moment, she broke down. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but for as much as she wanted to scream and resist the monsters that were about to rape her, she could do nothing.
That was the point of the game. Until game’s end, she was their property. And from the looks of it, they had every intention of milking her for everything her body was worth.
They threw her onto the sheetless bed and turned her upright so that she stared at the single light that adorned the ceiling. Her face flopped to the side, letting her stare at the parade of boys and girls that entered the room. Not many remained; over half had already been taken by Seven Saints, their fates completely unknown save for the unfortunate girls that had been raped mercilessly throughout the night.
She noted the irony. Her actions were meant to spare her the harshest indignities of slavery, but instead they would bring an even worse fate. But it would only be a few days, far better than losing to the other team.
Elizabeth Monseto followed the swarm into the room with a grin of satisfaction. She approached the side of the bed where her betrayer motionlessly rested and folded her arms across her chest, pushing up her rack. “This bitch wanted to see us all lose, to end up like Michelle and Lauren as the rape toys of those Seven Saints monsters. Can anyone think of a reason why she does not deserve the same miserable fate?”
Silence from her teammates.
“Then make an example of her. Show what happens to those who defy us. Show our enemies the hell that awaits them.”
The mob pulled closer. Two boys shoved each other back and forth, fighting for who would have the honor of fucking Angelica first. A girl crawled onto the bed beside her and straddled her face, rolling up her skirt and shoving her pussy right into Angelica’s face.
It was Fiona Fiore, Angelica’s raven-haired lab partner.
Angelica could only stare at the animal print panties that were shoved into her face. She didn’t know what to do, nor did she have the basic motor skills to anything;
“I don’t think her tongue works,” said Fiona, looking around at her teammates for advice.
Elizabeth responded, her voice quivering in excitement. “Then pee on her. Show her the disgrace of being a traitor.”
Fiona turned down and stared Angelica in the face, then pulled down her panties and kneeled closer to her captive.
It smelled, but Angelica could do nothing but stare at the unshaven genitals in front of her. Nothing happened, and she thought that perhaps Fiona would be unable to produce anything. She was wrong; a stream of warm fluid soon sprayed down and splashed Angelica in the face, draining down her cheeks and into her mouth. She coughed instinctively as it filled up her mouth, but soon it became too much, and she swallowed the vile fluid.
Laughter erupted from the spectators. The destruction of their own pleased them greatly, but Angelica could not tell if it was because she was a traitor, or if they had always hated her. Angelica Chenowitz, the smart, mousy girl that pretended to be something she wasn’t with the sole goal of being popular. She wasn’t like the rest of the Rowan Prep students, but she wanted to be.
That wouldn’t happen, though. Not anymore. She had lost the game, and until the end, she would be their property.
As another girl took Fiona’s place, a guy finally crawled between Angelica’s legs. He rolled down her plain white panties and left them dangling on her right ankle, then pulled down his own pants and underwear and pressed his hard cock against Angelica’s entrance.
She moaned, “Uhhhhhhhhh…” wanting him to stop, wanting to keep the virginity she had protected, wanting to avoid the horrible fate that befalls traitors, but her prayers and wishes meant nothing. Trevor Gates shoved his cock into the hole and began pumping back and forth while tears streamed down the cheeks of his unwilling partner.
So many boys and girls that she wanted as her friends took satisfaction in her misery. They smiled and laughed, showing no hesitation when it was their turn to use Angelica’s body. She knew that most of their families owned slaves, but she had no idea that they would be so desensitized to the misery of other human beings.
But, isn’t that what she wanted in the first place? Though her registration was fueled by her childish desire to be with the in crowd, she knew deep down that there was a genuine hint of malice underlying it all. The students of Seven Saints school had offended everybody of Rowan Prep, and Elizabeth’s speech about wanting to see them suffer had moved her in some subtle way.
Another man took place between her legs and another girl sat on her face. At that moment, Angelica Chenowitz realized the fatal flaw in her plan.
There was nothing in the rules that said all members of the winning team were set free upon victory. She was their property, and she would only be set free at their discretion. And, considering how quickly they had jumped on the opportunity to defile her body, something told her that she was not on their good side.
And for the future? She had learned long ago that once you fall out of Elizabeth Monseto’s good graces, it was nearly impossible to return.
It was over. She would pay for her treachery for years to come.
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