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St. Searle's Academy: The New Class - Part 11 Of 11 free porn video
In the aftermath of the assault on the school, the person responsible
for it is revealed. This is it; the end of the new class's first year.
ST. SEARLE'S ACADEMY: THE NEW CLASS - part 11 of 11
by BobH
(c) 2017
- 21 -
It was less than a day since the armed assault on St. Searle's. The
board of governors had gathered and were in emergency session three
miles away in the conference room at the Ronald Clinic, the venue
Virginia had insisted they use again.
"How are you feeling, Virginia?" asked Abigail Carson, solicitously, as
the other woman poured herself a glass of water.
"I'm fine, Abbie. I've been through far worse over the past three
centuries, and I was never in any true danger."
"Really?" said the room's third occupant, raising an eyebrow. "So you
never felt threatened at any point, Virginia, not even when the leader
of the miscreants had his gun trained on you?"
"No, not even then, Lucius. We'd trained for the possibility of an
assault on the school, and I have complete faith in Charlotte Kent's
abilities. She's a remarkable young woman."
Lucius Duvall leaned forward in his chair hands resting on the top of
his cane.
"Be that as it may," he said, "the attackers should never have reached
the main building."
"Oh come on, Lucius!" Abigail protested. "The staff and pupils shut down
the assault and rounded up the surviving attackers with no loss of life
among their own. Surely that deserves our praise?"
"Their response was...adequate," said Duvall, "which is why I'll be
recommending to the council that no sanction is necessary and that
Virginia be allowed to continue as headmistress of St. Searle's."
"'Allowed to'?" said Virginia, her voice betraying her disbelief. "I was
running this school before your parents and those of most of the members
of the Order of Merlyn's ruling council were born. I was running its
previous iteration in England before your great-grandparents were born."
"Yes, yes, and you've also served on the council yourself several times
during that period. None of that changes the fact that there have been
too many security lapses on your watch of late. A spy was able to get
admitted to the school as a pupil and to steal the ledger from your
safe...."
"...which we recovered before she had a chance to do anything with it."
"Then there's the worrying matter of the gold figurine. Someone stole it
the day before we planned to secure it for ourselves. That was a highly
suspicious piece of timing which neither I nor Colonel Thompson believe
to be a coincidence. No, whoever took the figurine had to have been
tipped off by someone at the school. Which means you have a second spy
here."
"John Thompson has been keeping a careful eye on the only pupils who
knew enough to have tipped off a third party," said Virginia.
"And?"
"And I'm afraid we're no closer to discovering who might have done so,"
she admitted.
"You can see why the council would be concerned. It's particularly
unfortunate you failed to secure the figurine since it contains the
exact same spell that resides in the stone statuette in your safe. In
fact one was almost certainly cloned from the other at some point in the
distant past. I don't have to tell you what that means."
"The person who took it now has the means to set up a rival school of
their own."
"Exactly so. Given the transformation the spell performs, turning males
into 14 year old girls, setting up a school like this one is the optimal
use for it. After considering the spell's possibilities and limitations,
I'm sure those who took it will reach the same conclusion. So, the gold
figurine was a real loss, and after I went to such great lengths, too."
"Do you think this might be the same group who gave Carmine Grazini's
people the Medallion of Zulo and told them about the school?" asked
Abigail.
"No, I do not."
"Why not?"
"Because that was me."
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For a moment, just a moment, you could have heard a pin drop in the
conference room so stunned were its female occupants. Then they
exploded.
"You bastard!" said Abigail.
"Why would you do such a thing?" demanded Virginia, eyes narrowing. "Are
you working for our enemy now?"
"Hardly. My actions were approved by the council."
"What? But why?" protested Abigail. "What possible justification could
there be for this?"
"As I said, the council had some concerns. I convinced them the best way
to alleiviate those concerns was a training exercise of the sort I
believe the military refers to as a 'live fire' one."
"People could have been killed!" said Abigail.
"People *were* killed," Virginia pointed out.
"Yes, but only criminals; not anybody society will miss."
"And if any of my girls had been killed? What then?"
"Then that would have been sad but a price worth paying. The age of
magic is returning, which means the human race is facing an existential
threat. The turning of the great cosmic wheel is bringing that age back.
The regular celestial clockwork of that turning is a cycle whose
periodicity was first determined in ancient times. We know what's coming
and we know when. We've known for millennia. By the middle of this
century the Gods of old will have returned and they will seek to
subjugate us once again, to make us their slaves and their playthings.
They have already started to manifest and some of them are now among us,
binding their time as they gather their strength. I encountered one
during the Project Zulo affair, a being I believe to be the God of War
himself. He goes by many names, so let's call him by his most famous:
Ares. Make no mistake, there's a conflict coming and I will do anything,
no matter what it takes, to improve our chances of winning it. So, yes,
had a girl or two died that would have been unfortunate, but I make no
apologies for ensuring the school's defences are up to scratch."
Despite his despite his foppish exterior and his affectations, Virginia
had never doubted Duvall's commitment to the cause. Rather than marry,
he sought out women with mystic potential - usually either mystically
transgendered or their daughters - for short term affairs, impregnating
them before moving on in order to spread his own seed far and wide. Not
exactly a hardship for most men, Virginia had nevertheless been
impressed by his single-minded focus. When the machinations he set in
motion to ensure Sal Buscemi ended up as a pupil at St. Searle's became
apparent she finally saw that focus for the ruthlessness it actually
was, but until this moment she hadn't realised just *how* ruthless he
could be.
"You're probably wondering how I was able to find the Medallion of Zulo
and deliver it to Mr Grazini's associates," said Duvall, laying his cane
down on the glass surface of the table.
He held his hand over it, frowning in concentration, until it floated up
off the table. It stopped rising when it was about six inches above the
surface, then slowly rotated, coming to a halt when it was pointed
roughly south west. Being only the first generation offspring of a
mystically transgendered parent the magicks at Duvall's command were
little more than parlour tricks, but they were quite impressive parlour
tricks.
"During the Project Zulo affair, Ares destroyed a replica of the
medallion, melting it. This wasn't just any copy, however, but one
attuned to the medallion that had several interesting properties of its
own. When Ares destroyed it he also destroyed those abilities, but it
occurred to me that even in this state it could still be attuned enough
to the medallion to be of some use. So it proved. I retrieved the melted
metal and had it made into a new tip for my cane, one which like a
compass needle pointing north will always point in the direction of the
medallion when held horizontal. It's crude but it does mean that, given
time, I can usually locate the medallion."
"And you gave it to *criminals*?" said Abigail.
"I did, and again I make no apologies for that decision," he replied,
retrieving his cane. "Quite apart from the matters we've already
discussed, Virginia has made errors of judgment that call into question
whether or not she's lost sight of what's at stake here."
"What do you mean by 'errors of judgment'?" said Virginia.
"Things such as the ceremony that took place at the school yesterday. I
have to confess I'm concerned that your approval of such a union is due
to your, ah, *proclivities*, and this is blinding you to the larger
picture."
"My 'proclivities'? Really, Lucius? Yes, I envy Shondra and Laura. Had
such unions been legal when I was with my first love Jane I would have
married her in a heartbeat, but that's not what this is about. A growing
attraction to men might be part of the transformation, but when they
become girls my pupils don't suddenly forget they used to be men. That
they find each other attractive is perfectly natural and something the
school has never tried to suppress. The pre-graduation orgy in their
common room has been a fourth year tradition almost since the school
relocated to America, as well you know. I'm surprised that you suddenly
appear to have a problem with lesbianism given your family history."
"I don't. I was raised by two women, after all. And as well *you* know,
my mother might have dabbled in lesbianism while she was a pupil here
but as an adult she didn't turn to another woman until after I was born.
Had my biological father not been an abusive bastard we were both better
off without in our lives, she might still be with him. None of which
invalidates my concern in this matter. Your pupils believe the
transformation they underwent was meant to turn them into law abiding
members of society. You and I know we put them through it because being
mystically transgendered unlocks magical potential in their offspring.
We transform them because we want a breeding population to establish the
bloodlines we'll need to produce the future magic wielders who will be
the defenders of the human race a few decades from now. Surely you can
see that having pupils marry each other works in opposition to that
goal?"
"Why? Lesbian couples are just as capable of having babies as non-
lesbian ones. There's this thing called sperm donation you may have
heard of. Honestly, Lucius, sometimes your thinking is as old-fashioned
as the clothing you affect, and I say this as someone who is centuries
old."
"Perhaps you're right," he conceded, "but you can see why I was
concerned. This school is one of the Order's three main current bases of
operation on this continent...."
"'Three'? Apart from the school, I thought there was only Kennet Cove."
"There was, and in the past decade we've bought out most of the original
inhabitants of the village. However, thanks to my successful approach to
the Chapford witches they've joined the Order and their gated community
is now another of our power centres."
"The school might not be one for much longer," said Abigail.
"What do you mean?"
"She means that her negotiations with Helen Masters were unsuccessful,"
said Virginia. "We hoped she might join us; instead she's used her
influence to put an end to criminals in the Federal Witness Protection
Program being sent to us, along with the 'black budget' money that helps
support us. Which means that this year's new intake are the last we're
going to see from that source."
"Damn it!" said Duvall, gripping the top of his cane so hard that his
knuckles turned white. "She's not J. Edgar Hoover any more, so how is it
that woman still has the influence she does?"
"Quite apart from the dirt she has on people through being a high-end
madam, early on she also managed to convince a number of important
people she was Hoover's daughter and had inherited at least some of his
files," said Abigail. "Since then she's worked assiduously to increase
her behind-the-scenes influence."
"I thought Hoover was homosexual," said Duvall, frowning. "How is it
he's supposed to have fathered a daughter?"
"He was gay," said Abigail, "but he did have the occasional dalliance
with a woman, most famously Dorothy Lamour. So him having a secret
daughter is not entirely implausible. Being able to confront people with
details of their dealings with Hoover that only he could have known
about would have helped cement her story too, of course."
"This throws a rather substantial spanner in the works, Virginia," said
Duvall, turning the jewelled pinky ring on that finger thoughtfully.
"Knowing you, I'm sure you've given some thought as to how we should
proceed from here."
"I have. I'm not sure our old policy of abducting low-level criminals
who wouldn't be missed is viable any more."
"It wasn't even really viable when the school first moved to the
States," said Abigail. "The FBI eventually noticed and raided us within
a few years, remember."
"Right, which is why I'd suggest the matter needs a lot more study
before we do anything rash. In the meantime, I'd suggest we allow the
pupils we have to work their way through the system with the current
first years graduating three years from now when they complete their
fourth year. At that point we shut down the school and relocate it
again. There's a good chance this location may already be compromised,
after all, and there's still the matter of whoever tipped off those who
stole the gold figurine."
"Is that why you insisted we meet here?" said Duvall, studying her
shrewdly. "So that there was no chance of that person somehow
eavesdropping on our deliberations?"
"Yes, and I suggest we continue to do so as a precaution."
This wasn't the reason, it wasn't the reason at all, but it suited
Virginia's purpose for Duvall to think it was.
"Agreed," he said, "which just leaves the matter of Mr Grazini. He knows
about the school and what goes on here. I trust you've taken the
appropriate measures?"
"Naturally. In fact Mr Grazini should already no longer be a problem."
Epilogue:
Carmine Grazini paced up and down in his penthouse apartment, flabby
jowls quivering. It had been hours since he had heard from the men he
sent to St. Searle's, and he looked worried. As well he should, thought
Charlotte Kent as she watched him through the sight of her sniper rifle.
She took her time adjusting for range and windage, an experienced
professional who knew better than to hurry. Getting it right was what
mattered, and it would take as long as it took. As Sgt Kevin Lane she
had been the primary shooter in an elite assassination unit, the sort of
unit whose existence the government would never openly acknowledge, she
had had a lot of practice at this. And she always got it right. The fact
that she was now a teenage girl would not change that.
Grazini had made a fatal mistake in choosing an apartment overlooked by
adjacent buildings. Now he would pay for that mistake. She might be two
hundred yards away, but Charlotte knew she could make the shot. Lining
up her target, she gently squeezed the trigger, watching in satisfaction
as a second or so later the back of Carmine Grazini's skull exploded
outwards in a spray of bone, brains, and blood. He fell backwards, a
look of surprise on his face. Torsos presented a bigger target, but
Charlotte always went for the head shot.
"No one tries to kill *my* boyfriend"!" she muttered as she carefully
disassembled the rifle and stuffed it into her 'Hello Kitty' backpack.
Getting to her feet, she glanced across to Carmine's apartment, her eyes
sharp enough to pick out the small, round hole in the window glass. She
nodded approvingly, then turned and headed for the stairs leading off
the roof. By the time the authorities arrived she would be long gone.
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End of Book 1.
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Notes:
1) Look for ST. SEARLE'S ACADEMY: GRADUATION, coming very soon.
It will answer all but one of the following questions:
Who planted the bomb on the plane carrying Senator Carson's husband and
son, who were they targeting, and why?
Who stole the the gold figurine, and who at the school told them about
it?
What's going on with Meghan Delaney, what happened to the missing
attacker during the assault, and why did no one remember him?
What is Virginia Chapford up to, and what is she keeping from Lucius
Duvall and the other council members?
Why, in my future-set story ALTERED FATES: 2065 A.D., is St. Searle's
not included whenever the Order's bases are being discussed?
2) When I started this book (49,000 words), it was my intention to do
one for each of the four years a pupil is at St. Searles, ratcheting up
the threat each volume. By the time I'd finished, I'd changed my mind.
Instead I'll be wrapping everything up in the aforementioned ST.
SEARLE'S ACADEMY: GRADUATION, which will be much shorter. It will
possibly have only two instalments, and certainly no more than four.
This means a lot of the set up I did here about the school -
establishing the differences between the individual years, the school
layout, school rules, etc. - was unnecessary. It would be a pity to let
all that work go to waste however, so here's the deal.
A few people have expressed an interest in writing stories set at St.
Searle's, which I'm happy to let them do with certain restrictions.
Firstly, any stories must be set five years or more prior to the events
of this story. That gives you all the way back to the 1930s, so plenty
of scope there; and secondly no mention or use is to be made of any part
of my larger mythos, which is kinda my Game of Thrones and so very
intricately interlinked. This means that any mention of magic other than
the statuette would be off-limits, and any link to the government. Those
in witness protection turn up, get transformed, and go through school
believing this is about turning them into law abiding citizens and
nothing more. Virginia Chapford has always been in charge, of course,
but, as listed below, several of the staff were not at the school five
years ago, as were all of the current pupils, of course, and so they're
not available for your use. As for that list:
Teachers and other staff range in age from early-twenties to mid-
sixties.
Headmistress: Virginia Chapford. Centuries old, English. Appears to be
around thirty years old. Pale, dark-haired. Pupils know she's very long
lived, but they do not know why.
Self-Defense Instructor/Weapons Master: John 'Flash' Thompson. Young,
tall, solidly built. Buzz-cut, late twenties. Took over from Alan Munn
only three years earlier, so not available for your use.
Alan Munn had done Thompson's job for 30 years. Has a sister who passed
through the school. I've established very little about him when he
appeared in part 5, so feel free to add to what little I did. There have
to have been several people who took on the role before him too, of
course.
Sports Mistress/Phys Ed.: Jane Kraski. Blonde, middle-aged at time of
this story. Though more heavily built, she bears a striking resemblance
to Charlize Theron. Available for use.
Nurse: Gail Davis. No description. Available for use.
Teen Culture: Teacher not yet introduced. Available for use.
Fashion History: Teacher not yet introduced. Available for use.
Deportment: Teacher not yet introduced. Available for use.
Music teacher: Miss Garner. No description. Available for use.
Mechanical Studies: Amanda Crain, early 20s, small, boyish. Took over
from previous teacher three years earlier. Not available for use.
Moral Philosophy: Brenda Templeton. Tall, statuesque, African-American.
Took over from previous teacher four years earlier. Not available for
use.
Oh, and Lucius Duvall and Senator Abigail Carson are also off-limits, of
course.
You can use the Ronald Clinic, too, most of whose staff are former
pupils.
If you do decide to set a story at St. Searle's, read what's been
written and take notes. This is the bible for any such stories.
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