Chapter 21: Chapter 18: New Assignment

I’m going to kill her…

Keri Pryde couldn’t return to the gym for three days. Each one of them was spent attending lectures and suffering in silence. Her exquisitely sore breasts made it difficult to accomplish even the most simple of tasks. When she wasn’t suffering in silent pain during class she spent her time laying in bed hoping the throbbing would fade away. 

It wouldn’t. She had a sinking suspicion it wouldn’t go away any time soon. 

Each of her nipples suffered the worst, she could feel the lining of her milk ducts as if they were on fire. Keri imagined the war being waged under her skin. The steroids inflaming her precious motherly glands so that the overwhelming surge of new hormones would batter down their gates and force them to grow unnaturally. The side effects were already showing. Not just physical but mental. Keri was seeing thing, hallucinations scratched the edges of her vision. She felt hot all the time, and sweated through her clothes routinely. All the while she dreamed of ways to kill that bitch Julie Cane.

Of course there was the simple option of just leaving, dropping out of the institute and the university. Return home where she might be able to return to some normalcy. If she couldn’t get a degree and a career she could try to find a husband that would support her. She certainly wouldn’t have a hard time getting noticed. 

But to quit was to admit defeat. That was something she didn’t like to do…

Keri wanted vengeance, but she didn’t want to face expulsion. The first day after Julie had cruelly shot her full of boobie juice through both aureolas her body felt like it was on fire! She couldn’t eat, sleep, or find any form of peace. The second day wasn’t much better, her lactating milk ducts made getting through her lectures a trial by fire. By that night the pain was so intense she blacked out from pure exhaustion. Only when she awoke on the third day did she find the pain slightly more bearable. The throbbing underneath her skin was a dull roar, rather than a burning wave. Thankfully she stopped lactating, but that was a small comfort.

Now when Keri looked at herself in the mirror it was like she was gazing at a totally different person. She saw a full pair of voluptuous breasts on display, the sudden change of weight surprised her. She had to compensate her posture to support the forward pull of gravity. She was easily a D cup now! She missed her older, less busty, self.

Her girlfriend—on the other hand—loved her new improvements. 

Now that her lectures were over Keri Pryde sat at her desk while Sena messaged her back. Her overgrown mounds squeezed onto the surface of the table like squishy baloons. 

“Have you seen the doctor since…that happened?” Sena asked her quietly, her peach shampoo smelled so nice. Keri told her the full story the second she saw her. She alone knew the full details of what happened.

“Absolutely fucking not, doctor patient confidentiality apparently doesn’t exist here.” Keri knew there was nothing to discuss with Nurse Beth anyway. Her body had been abused, and there wasn’t anything she could do about it. Even if she went to campus security and cried harassment she would be brushed aside. Keri had no faith in the disciplinary systems of the university.  Keri let her thoughts drift to better times, or killing Julie.

The door to her dorm opened, Marybeth marched in slamming the door behind her. One look at Sena made her instantly upset, “You should be in your room Sena, there’s a skitter warning.”

“In the city! they’ve never reached the University…” Sena was correct, the soulless have never gotten as far as the middle tiers before. Let alone the campus grounds.

Marybeth threw her bag on her desk, Keri got the feeling she just wanted her girlfriend out of the room. “Still, we’re on lockdown.”

Sena brushed her hair from her eyes, “this is stupid, I hate being cooped up with Victoria. She’s so boring.”

Marybeth shot her a glare, “get the fuck out!”

“Fine,” Sena took a moment to hook Keri’s brazier back in place then slowly exited the room, “See you later love.”

Keri gave her a wave in response without shifting position. Part of her wanted the massage to continue, part of her wanted to be alone as well. As soon as Sena was outside Keri looked out her window. Grey clouds draped the skies, a thick fog blanketed the parking lot and sidewalks below. A mist sprinkled against the window sill, it was odd weather for this time of year. Keri felt a pinch against her skin,  her brazier was too small and the straps were digging into her. She cursed to herself silently, once again she would have to buy new clothes. 

“How long are you going to put up with her anyway?” Marybeth had demonstrated that she had an acute sense of awareness. She knew Keri’s feelings were quite reserved compared to the woman who was eager and willing to spend every waking moment fawning for her attention. 

Keri considered her answer for a moment. How do you break up with someone? She wondered to herself. “Is it that obvious?”

Marybeth strolled to Keri’s bed, “Are you even bi? Because you don’t act like it…”

“And how exactly am I supposed to act?” Keri didn’t like this line of questioning. 

Marybeth rolled her eyes, “Maybe a little more excited to do stuff with their girlfriends? You never seem happy with her.”

“I haven’t been happy since I came here in the first place,” Keri couldn’t remember the last time she genuinely felt happy.

Someone knocked on their door. Keri felt the hair on the back of her neck stand as she recognized there was a rhythm to the knocking. Every sorority had a secret handshake, a secret code, and even a secret knock. The knock she was hearing would only be used by senior leadership, and signify someone was being summoned.  Marybeth opened it quickly, not wishing to keep them waiting. Standing on the other side were three sisters garbed in dark robes, “Keri Pryde,” Keri recognized the voice belonging to one of the seniors, the chaplain herself, “you’ve been summoned.”

Being summoned could literally mean anything. Keri couldn’t hide her surprise. “But there’s a lockdown?”

“Special circumstance, come with us.” It was clear by the chaplains tone that there was no room to negotiate. 

Keri swallowed, grabbed a tank top, and quickly followed. She wished she had time to brush her hair, her curls were getting long enough to be a nuisance and she didn’t want to present herself to higher authority without looking better. Keri followed the three sisters to the fourth floor, where they proceeded to lead her past the dormitories and further inside the institutes confines. Keri had never been further than the dormitories, she had never seen what secrets lay inside the grand architecture. Each hallway was long and bereft of adornment, except for the lighting and old portraits on the walls. 

The air smelled…old, like too many layers of dust copulating with the old stain of the wooden floors. Keri wished she could see exactly who each of the senior sisters were, their dark robes kept their faces hidden. She didn’t even know who the chaplain was, the identity of that sister was a tightly held secret except for the president herself. 

Eventually they stopped at a large set of large oak doors. Carved into each was a beautiful woman with illustrious hair and a shapely bodice. The handles were shaped like newly grown apples in a garden. Keri watched fascinated at the artwork, whoever carved this dedicated themselves to every inch of detail. As the doors opened Keri realized that she was being led into a giant atrium. 

It was large enough to be a ballroom, with cobblestone pillars lining up the walls. Above them she could see a balcony, but there didn’t seem to be anyone there. The tapping of her feet against the floors was very different than in the hallway, Keri looked down to notice there was pure marble stone beneath her feet.

At the center of the atrium was a large oval wooden desk, the president and half a dozen seniors were seated facing herself. Each of them wore a robe of office. Yellow for the chief of finance, green for the chief of academics, red for executive enforcers, and the presidents deep purple.

“Welcome Keri,” thunder echoed through the building when the president announced her arrival. The ominousness wasn’t lost on her.  Keri knew the president by name only, Haley Corinth. She only ever saw her during sorority meetings, never one on one. She spoke with a clear and precise voice, “Please come forward.”

Keri suddenly felt very alone, the three dark robed sisters had parted and seemed to disappear in the shadows. She approached quickly until reaching the table. Something had been carved into it as well, it wasn’t a symbol she had seen before. An ornate apple with something wrapped around it with its head on the center. She wanted to study it further but couldn’t make it out without more light.

The president looked her up and down, obviously confused. “Jesus, what the hell happened to you?” Suddenly the others seem to notice what she was referring to.

Keri remained standing, not sure how to respond. A look of shame masked her face.

The president stood up from her chair and walked around the table to face her. The gloom no longer covered her expression, Keri could tell she was shocked, “Keri tell me who did this…”

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“Jul-“ Keri froze, was this a test? 

“Julie fucking Cane…” President Haley Corinth bit her lip, “She’s gone too far this time!” She was no longer addressing Keri, but the others behind her.

“My lady, let me look into this.” The chaplain interjected from a shadowed corner of the atrium, her voice bounced off the walls.

President Corinth didn’t seem impressed, “You’re failure to keep her in line has already brought enough shame!” She yelled across the room, “I’ll perform my own inquiry into this!”

After taking a couple of seconds to collect herself Keri watched as her President adjusted from seething rage to something closer to calm. She looked back at her, her crystal pearl eyes were warm in the dark, “I’m sorry that you had to go through this, but the institute has a…very special need of you. I would understand if you wanted to reject what I’m about to ask you to do, but know that if you have it in you to accept this request we would be in your debt. The Rachelle Institute would be in your debt.”

Keri felt a knot in her stomach, “What have I been summoned for?”

President Corinth pulled a chair out from the desk and offered her a seat. Their was no padding, it was just a cold firm chair that offered little in terms of comfort. Once seated the president sat next to her, “As you are aware, there are fewer fraternities than sororities on campus. But what you aren’t aware of, being a freshman, is just how important homecoming week is.”

“I’ve heard that its the largest celebration on campus, where fraternities and sororities team up to compete in university athletics and challenges…am I wrong?” 

President Corinth wasn’t pleased with her interruption, “Don’t speak unless spoken too…” she didn’t sound nearly as menacing in her tone as Julie had, “Now thats almost right, each year all the institutes and houses have to compete against one another. They can group up into teams of two, but that leaves it so there’s always a few left out. Naturally those sororities are typically at a disadvantage and, more often than not, fail most of homecoming. The house, institute, or team that performs the worst…is expelled.”

Keri couldn’t believe this, “Why?”

The president shrugged her shoulders, “Its a tradition that goes back to the earliest days of the university, a way to weed out undesirables, or so they claim. It also makes room for competition, were graded not just on our competitions but on our academic success and campus involvement.” She paused to catch her breath, “Ultimately it doesn’t matter, if we end up at the bottom of homecoming, we lose are right to be students. This house will be vacated and given to a new sorority…even we aren’t the first to occupy this building.”

Keri raised an eyebrow curious, “But I thought the alumni purchased it?”

“And where did you hear that?” 

“My roomie?”

President Corinth chuckled to herself, “If only it were true…”

Keri tried to rationalize this, “So every year a sorority or fraternity just gets…kicked off campus? For no reason?”

There was a cold silence in the room, harsh reality seemed to permeate in that barren atrium, “Every year one organization gets casted to the wind, to make room for another. So far we’ve been lucky, but this year we have a special ace in our sleeve.” The president leaned in closer to her, “You see we’ve been looking for a good partner to help us get an edge this year. And one was just handed to us.”

“Who?” Keri wondered to herself which Fraternity House would possibly rush in to team up with them during the homecoming competition.

“The House of Contact,” she let the words sink in, “the most active and athletic pack of horn dogs on campus. And all they want in return…is you. Or more specifically all their president wants is you.”

Keri felt the blood drain from her face, “Fynn Burns…that asshole wants me?”

The president nodded, “It seems he noticed you the first week you came to campus, and has been obsessed with you ever since. You being a virgin only added to your…charming qualities.” 

Keri leaned back into the chair, feeling the world spin around her, “I don’t understand…what am I supposed to do?”

The President placed her hand on top of hers, “Officially we’ll loan you out to him, but what I’m asking is that you become his girlfriend for the remainder of the year.”

Keri didn’t know how to respond, “I really don’t like this…”

The President placed a hand on her cheek, “You do this for us, and the moment he gets his diploma and leaves you’ll be a sister in full standing!”

“Do I have to do whatever he says?” Keri struggled to understand the terms of loanship.

The Presidents answer was cryptic, “Only within reason…”

Keri weighed her options. She didn’t want to be that guys girlfriend, hell what would Sena think of this? Then again if she refused an official request from Haley Corinth herself…what would happen.

Keri kept her head down, staring at the wood of the table, “What happens if I say no…”

The question hung in the air like poison, “I’m afraid if I can’t count on you, no other sister can. Do we really need to discuss such unpleasantness.” 

The options were simple to comprehend, even if they were terrible. Keri knew she really didn’t have a choice. If she refused she would be expelled, or punished. If the sorority lost homecoming because of her unwillingness the whole sisterhood could be expelled. It was a crazy notion that the university would condone such a thing. She felt the core of her stomach clench, her heart began to race. 

“I…live to serve.” It could only be more dramatic if lightning hit at that precise moment, Keri felt like she just signed her soul away. 

“I’m glad, now take a moment to collect yourself and then I’ll finish this transaction.” The President got up from her stool, and one of the dark robed sisters approached. 

Keri took in a deep breath, “Wait, you mean this starts right now?”

“When you have such a good deal before you, its best to take it before they change their minds. Don’t you thing?” The President placed a gentle hand on her back and led her forward, “This chaplain will take you to a more…private setting. Your new boyfriend will meet you there shortly.”

And like that Keri was enslaved to a new master. She hoped Fynn Burns wouldn’t be nearly as vile as Julie Cane, but somehow she new deep down he would be much worse…

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