St. Searle's Academy: Graduation - Part 3 Of 3 free porn video

For decades male criminals in the Federal Witness Protection Program had been secretly placed in St. Searle's, an all-girl private school where they were transformed into one of the girls. But St. Searle's was gone, so what happened now? ST. SEARLE'S ACADEMY: GRADUATION - part 3 of 3 by BobH (c) 2017 (Note: This is the concluding part of the story that began in ST. SEARLE'S ACADEMY: THE NEW CLASS and contains spoilers for that tale.) - Interlude - While not exactly ramshackle, the coaching inn had seen better days. A low, unimpressive building it lay on one of the minor roads that led into London and so had never done the business that it might have in a more favoured location. To the rider who pulled up to it shortly before noon that day these were good things since they meant he was unlikely to have any unwelcome encounters with people who might recognize him. Dismounting from his horse, he tied it to the hitching post outside the inn, brushed the dust from his cloak, and raised his hood - it might be unlikely he would be recognized, but why take the chance? He entered the inn, ducking under the too-low oak door lintel, glanced around, then made his way over to an alcove where he could sit and watch people enter. As soon as he was seated, the innkeeper came over to his table. "Of what wouldst thou partake, stranger?" he asked. 'Stranger' not 'my lord'. The rider allowed himself a thin smile. "Ale," he said, "and cheese if you have it." "We have hot meat pies too, if it please thee, baked by my good lady wife this very morn." "Ah...no, I think not. Cheese will suffice." It was never a good idea to eat meat pies baked by the common folk. Some of the things they put in them.... He suppressed a shudder. It was sometime later, when the rider was finishing his cheese, that the first of those he was here to conspire with arrived. "Rowland, greetings," he said as the man joined him at his table." "Sir Edmund," said the other man, nodding his own greeting. No sooner had he sat down than the door opened again, and the third member of their conspiracy arrived. The man looked about the room quickly then, spotting the pair, made directly for their table. "Parry," said Sir Edmund, "'Tis pleased I am to have ye join us." "Aye, Thomas," said Rowland, "seeing ye here relieves us greatly." "Did I not pledge to find a way?" he said. "Be assured, Lady Kat and the others will not know I am fled err I return to them." "Let us be about our business here," said Sir Edmund. "The Princess is still to go to Bisley?" "Aye, it is so. She and her entourage depart on the morrow, and I with them." "And the lad?" said Rowland. "Can this Neville in truth perform the deed required of him? You claim that though by birth a boy, thy nephew has the seeming and mannerisms of a maiden." "Aye, that he has, and the likeness too. It is my fervent belief that he be capable of what the Order would have of him." "Let us pray thy belief is not ill-founded, Master Parry," said Sir Edmund, "for if it should come to pass the king doth learn what we are about, I fear our heads would not long remain upon our shoulders." - 5 - The warehouse was completely undistinguished, as boringly non-descript as dozens of others in this part of the Bronx. Boring was good. Boring helped protect those inside as they went about their business, business that was anything but boring. Behind a table sat three people - two men and a woman. Facing them on a lone chair ten feet or so in front of the table sat Virginia Chapford. She regarded the tribunal thoughtfully, this trio now sat in judgement of her recent actions. Lucius Duvall and Senator Abigail Carson were very familiar to her, the third person less so. She recognised him of course, but then who wouldn't? Greg Danner's creepy books set in small town Maine were second in popularity only to those of Stephen King. He was also now a member of the Order of Merlyn's inner circle. "So," said Duvall, abruptly commencing the proceedings, "you'd have us believe this girl, Meghan Delaney, was actually a goddess?" "You've seen the footage from the cameras I hid about that basement in order to capture the exchange between us," said Virginia. "How else would you explain what you witnessed?" "I'll admit she appeared to display some mystical potential based on the energy given off, but a goddess? Really?" "Why is it so hard to believe? We've known for a while the gods of old have started returning to our plane of existence. There was always a possibility one might manifest in our midst." "Can you back up your assertion?" asked Greg Danner. "I believe I can, yes. May I summon my assistants, now?" Duvall nodded, and Virginia raised her hand, signalling to the young couple who had been waiting patiently by the warehouse's main doors. John Thompson and Charlotte Kent were standing next to several stacks of large plastic storage crates. Picking these up one by one, they ferried them over to the table. When all the stacks had been moved and the boxes laid out, they removed the lids. Inside were all manner of artefacts. "These are the very items that were drained centuries ago in order to bend fate and bring about the British Empire," said Virginia. "They've been devoid of mystic power since that time. You can create sorcerer's spheres to measure magic, Lucius; create one now." Giving a little grunt of disapproval, Lucius Duvall closed his fist and concentrated on it. He then slowly opened it to reveal a small, glowing sphere the size of a glass eye. As soon as it was revealed it began rapidly expanding, so rapidly in fact that everyone leapt back, watching in awe as it expanded to a full thirty feet in diameter, hanging in the air before them. "Holy hell!" said Greg Danner. "Good enough for you?" chuckled Virginia, amused by their reaction. "My god, the power!" whispered Abigail Carson. Duval snapped his fingers and the sphere popped like a soap bubble. "The artefacts have been fully recharged," said Virginia, "with the power of a god. If you wanted to you could use it as it was used the first time, to bend fate and usher in a new British Empire, but I wouldn't advise it. It didn't work out as planned the first time, after all." "And you say this goddess - Etain was it - hadn't even achieved her full power yet?" "No, she hadn't. I doubt my trap would have worked if she had." The members of the tribunal looked at each other grimly. "It's just as we feared," said Greg Danner. "What Virginia achieved was a one-off. It's going to take a hell of a lot more to take down gods in their full power." "That's why we need Mages," said Abigail, "and why the training facility you're running at Kennet Cove for those with mystic potential is vitally important." "Yes," said Duvall, turning his attention back to Virginia, "but thanks to the loss of the stone statuette our most reliable source of mystically transgendered mothers for our breeding programme has been terminated. How on earth was Meaghan Delaney able to destroy it?" "I don't know," replied Virginia, shrugging. "When I returned to my office I found it shattered. I can only surmise that before she was fully drained of power by the cage I trapped her in, she was able to send out one last spell to destroy it." "This needn't have happened," said Duvall. "If you had confided in other members of the Order rather than going it alone this might have been prevented." "I couldn't take the risk. The more people I confided in the greater the chance she would have been alerted that we were on to her." "That wasn't your determination to make," Duvall snapped back, "and how did those old artefacts come to be at the school anyway? That's one hell of a coincidence." "Coincidence had nothing to do with it. I volunteered to take charge of them more than a century ago. Since they'd already been drained no one was very much interested in them so there were no objections." "You already had plans for them back then?" said Greg Danner, incredulously. "I did. Gloria had already foreseen that a god might one day manifest at the school and realised how the artefacts could be used against them." "There will be no further mention of Gloria," said Duvall, darkly, not when everyone here doesn't have the necessary clearance." John Thompson and Charlotte Kent shared a quick glance, knowing this meant them. "Yes, yes," said Virginia, impatiently, "the Order's biggest secret, and one of many things we tell others only partial truths about. Don't you find it tiring, Lucius, telling only half-truths most of the time? It's such a habit for you now that you tell half-truths even when there's no need to." "I don't know what you mean." "Really? You don't always tell people the true story of your upbringing do you? More often than not, you tell them you were the child of an unmarried single mother who got bullied a lot at school." "Which is true. My parents never married, and my biological father was an abusive bastard we were both better off without in our lives. After we fled, moved to the South, I *was* the child of an unmarried single mother. And I *did* get bullied a lot at school by the kids of good, God-fearin' folk." "Until the incident." "'Incident'. Such a bland word for what happened that day. I was taking my regular beating when I lashed out, emitting a burst of light from my hand. It didn't hurt anyone, but it gave them - and me - a bad shock. The Order got to hear of this and, always on the look out for any evidence of children manifesting mystic powers, sent a member of the Order to investigate. Or so I believed. It wasn't until much later my mother told me about St. Searle's and how she'd been a pupil there." "The person the Order sent was Leona Duvall. She and your mother fell in love and you even took her name, so it's always puzzled me that sometimes you tell people she was a man named Leon Duvall. You're not homophobic, so why...?" "Because until recently it was just easier. Some things are personal and don't need to be broadcast to the world. All of which is beside the point. The purpose of this tribunal is to review your actions and to decide on what sanctions if any should be brought against you. Quite apart from allowing something as priceless as the statuette to be destroyed, your recklessness put you in a situation that could have cost you your own life, Virginia." "That's just it, Lucius," she replied, "it *did*." - 6 - The station wagon barrelled down I-81 heading south, New York now several hours behind it, summer sun only partly blocked by its tinted windows. Inside, the driver glanced in his mirror at the woman in the rear who was staring at a tablet intensely, reviewing the footage he had taken. "What d'you think, Virginia?" he asked. "Eight of them, all heavily armed, and they were at the school less than an hour after we departed. Looks like we cleared out just in time, John," replied Virginia Chapford. "Definitely. From the way they moved through the grounds I could tell they'd all had military training." "And all women, too. That was a surprise. A shame we don't get a closer look at any of their faces." "John didn't want to fly the drone any lower and risk them seeing it," said the woman in the front passenger seat, eyes constantly scanning their surroundings, an Uzi resting in her lap. "Even with me covering his back, there was a big risk of them discovering our position and we could see we were seriously outgunned." "I know, and I'm thankful for everything you've done." When the evacuation vehicles headed out of St. Searle's, John Thompson and Charlotte Kent had stayed behind to conduct surveillance. They managed to escape detection and now they were here, having chosen her over the Order. Virginia could not have felt more grateful to them. "What do you think will happen to the school now?" asked John. "Hmm? Well, the location may be compromised but that's still a very valuable piece of real estate and the Order has a lot of money tied up in it so I imagine it will be sold anonymously with the sale going through all manner of proxies, shell companies and the like to the point where it will be next to impossible for the enemy to find out where the money went. As for the school as an institution and the possibility of relocation, St. Searle's is finished. I made sure of that when I smashed the stone statuette." "*You" smashed it?" said Charlotte, sounding startled. "But you told the Order that was Meaghan. Why would you do such a thing?" "Because Gloria foresaw that the Order would eventually fail, and I judged the time had come to do so." "'Gloria'? That's the second time you've mentioned her today. Who was she, and what did you mean when you said she was 'the Order's biggest secret'?" "Gloria is short for Gloriana." "Holy fuck!" said John Thompson from the driver's seat. "What?" said Charlotte, brow creasing. "Why is that such a big deal? I don't understand?" "Sometime back, I told John how the British Empire was brought into being through spells cast back in Elizabethan times by spymaster Sir Francis Walsingham and the alchemist John Dee, both of whom were members of the Order - in fact it was Dee who first coined the term 'British Empire'. Which is true as far as it goes, but contrary to what I told John it wasn't their idea. No, it was their fathers who came up with that one." "What difference does it make whether it was them or their fathers?" said John. "It makes all of the difference in the world because of something else I also told you, namely that when the necromancer made his blood sacrifices in 1888 he destroyed the heart of the Empire leading to its eventual death. I told you the death was metaphysical, that beyond the poor victims he butchered in those vile rituals he hadn't killed an actual living being. That was a lie, the one we tell to protect the Order's biggest secret." "Now that we've broken from the order are you going to let us in on this secret?" asked Charlotte. "I am. It begins with a story many have heard but few believe. In 1543, according to this story, ten year old Princess Elizabeth was sent away with Lady Kat Ashley and her guardian Thomas Parry to the small farming town of Bisley in the Cotswolds to escape the threat of plague in London. Her father, King Henry VIII, arranged to come and see his daughter at her retreat, but shortly before he was expected, the Princess fell ill and died. Henry had a fearsome reputation so, frightened of what he might do to them on hearing of his daughter's death, Ashley and Parry concocted a plan. They hid the child's body and then sought a local girl to pass off as the Princess. "Unfortunately for them, there was no female child of the appropriate age who even vaguely resembled Elizabeth. Then Thomas Parry remembered a playmate of the princess, a pretty child who could be passed off as her. But that child, Neville Parmenter, was a boy. Having no other options, they dressed him in Elizabeth's clothes and hoped for the best. Their lives depended on Henry being fooled. And, amazingly, he was. "When Henry arrived, he accepted young Neville as his daughter. Henry didn't visit Elizabeth often and she was known to be shy around him. Also, Henry was in a hurry. After catching a glimpse of her, he was satisfied and went on his way." "I'd heard the story before but always assumed it was a conspiracy theory," said John. "Are you now telling us the girl who should have become Elizabeth I, Queen of England, was actually replaced by a *boy*?" "I am. But there's more to the story than is generally known. Firstly, Neville Parmenter wasn't a playmate Parry suddenly remembered but someone he'd intended should take the place of the Princess all along. Secondly, Elizabeth wasn't dead. She had been put under a spell to make her seem that way in order to fool Lady Kat, who wasn't part of the conspiracy, and so ensure she would go along with the plan." "This conspiracy," said John, "I assume it included the fathers of Sir Francis Walsingham and John Dee?" "Exactly, though by this point Francis Walsingham's father had died and his mother had remarried. Unlike his father, Francis's stepfather, the courtier Sir John Carey, was not a member of the Order so Francis's induction into and instruction in the ways of the Order fell to his uncle, Sir Edmund Walsingham, who was then Lieutenant of the Tower of London. It was Edmund along with Order members Thomas Parry and Rowland Dee - John's father - who plotted the replacement of Elizabeth. Neville Parmenter's family were also all members, and he had been raised in the Order since birth. Despite his youth when he took Elizabeth's place, he stayed true to the Order and it's aims throughout his reign as Queen Elizabeth I." "I'm amazed that King Henry never realised his daughter had been replaced," said Charlotte, shaking her head, "however closely this Neville resembled her." "Don't be," said Virginia. "The Order couldn't take a chance the deception would ever be uncovered, so they placed a glamour on Neville, a spell that banished people's doubts whenever they were near him." "You still haven't explained why the Order made this switch. What was its purpose?" "We're now entering Virginia, Virginia," said John, interrupting his fiancee, and chuckling. "Shall we stop for lunch somewhere now, wait until we reach Harrisonburg, or power on through without stopping until we arrive at the GPS coordinate you gave us?" "The latter, I think." "Agreed," said Charlotte, nodding. "I don't believe anyone is following us, but if they are we present a harder target when we're on the move." "Any second thoughts," asked Virginia, "about throwing in your lot with me rather than the Order, I mean?" "None," said John. "We trusted you before we even knew there was such a thing as the Order, when we thought it was just the school, and we still do." "Thank you." "So," said Charlotte, "about the purpose of the switch...." "Of course. Contrary to what I once told John, the spell that bent fate to ensure the birth of the British Empire required an actual human being to embody that Empire. Its health would be reflected in theirs. So long as it endured, so would they. But it couldn't be just any human being. It had to be someone who the people considered an embodiment of Britain." "The monarch," said John, comprehension dawning. "Yes, the monarch. Elizabeth was taken by the Order when she was ten years old and thereafter raised in its ways, becoming good friends with the sons of Dee and Walsingham. Sixteen years later on 15th January 1559, the day of her coronation, those same sons - John Dee and Francis Walsingham - cast the spell. Rite and ritual are important in magic. At the very moment the crown was placed on Neville Parmenter's head, so the spell was sealed and Elizabeth became its embodiment. In the process - an unexpected bonus, this - she gained the ability to predict certain events that would likely happen in the future. If things had gone as was intended she would still be with us, as young and vibrant as she was on that day, and by this point the entire world would most likely have been united under the Empire. As for whether we would then have been better placed to face the gods, your guess is as good as mine." "So when Neville - the person everyone thinks was queen - also became known as Gloriana, Elizabeth took that name as her own?" "She did. When the necromancer Edwin Pemberton, the renegade member of the Order the world knows as Jack the Ripper, made his blood sacrifices to strike at the metaphorical heart of the Empire, he was also striking at Gloria's actual heart. Her fate was tied to its, so when she died in my arms it spelled the end of the Empire. It was then at its height, but all that awaited it from that point was decline and, eventually, dissolution." "Wait, she died in *your* arms? Does that mean...." said Charlotte. "That she and I were lovers? Yes." "So the real Queen Elizabeth the first was your lesbian lover? And she was killed by Jack the Ripper?" She shook her head. "Do you know how insane that sounds?" "I do. Nevertheless, that's what happened." They lapsed into silence after that, those in the front seats processing all they had just learned, while in the rear Virginia turned her attention back to the drone footage, poring over it in the hope of spotting some detail about the enemy she had missed on previous viewings. There were none. Sighing, she looked up from her tablet to see John squeeze Charlotte's thigh, she giving him a dazzling smile in return. They were a handsome young couple, and anyone could see they were deeply in love. Virginia smiled, remembering the day John had accompanied the long- comatose Sgt Kevin Lane had been brought into the operating theatre at the Ronald Clinic.... Sgt Kevin Lane had arrived at the clinic after being collected from his VA hospital by an ambulance, into which he had been loaded complete with all the equipment keeping him alive. Virginia had placed his hand on the now- destroyed stone statuette as a team of nurses and doctors led by Jill Milton stood by, ready to remove that self same equipment and yank out all the tubes leading into his body. On her count, they had done so. The instant everything had been removed, Virginia quietly muttered a single word...and it began, the transformation that had turned the comatose sergeant into an alert and healthy 14 year-old girl. John and the sergeant had been no more than military comrades, but that girl had grown into the young woman now sitting in the front seat of this vehicle, and love had blossomed between them. Love. Virginia smiled, rolling the word over in her mind. It was stories like theirs that sustained her whenever she had doubts about what she was doing, especially when it had been so long since she had last seen her own love. Still, the fates willing, that separation would shortly be ending. Some miles beyond Harrisonberg, John turned the car off I-81 onto a smaller road, later turning off that road in turn, and so on until, after travelling down increasingly smaller roads they arrived at an estate nestled in the Appalachian foothills. On one of its gateposts an engraved metal nameplate declared it to be: THE CAREW ACADEMY FOR YOUNG LADIES Passing through the gates they came upon a familiar scene. There were girls in the grounds playing lacrosse, girls practicing archery, and girls just lounging around and enjoying the fine weather, most of whom watched curiously as the car passed them. In terms of age they spanned most of the teenage years, while in terms of looks they ranged from pretty to drop dead gorgeous. The youngest had their hair in pig-tails. "This place looks just like St. Searle's," said John, frowning as he drove up to the main building. "That's because it is," said Virginia. "Apart from the mountains in the background, it's exactly like St. Searle's. All the girls you see here used to be men. Not the conventional school you were expecting, eh?" "But, that would mean..." "That the school has the gold figurine, yes. You always thought that theft was an inside job. You were right, John, and I was the one behind it. As soon as I had the figurine, I set up the school. With my contacts I was able to discreetly staff it and, with the black budget government funds previously allocated to St. Searle's suitably redirected, to finance it." "Because you wanted to have a version of St. Searle's that was nothing to do with the Order," said Charlotte, comprehension dawning. "If the Order is doomed to fail, as Gloria foresaw, you didn't want the school to go down with it!" "Exactly. Abigail Carson told the Order that Helen Masters - the former J.Edgar Hoover - had used the influence she still possesses to stop the supply of criminals being sent to St. Searle's, but that wasn't what happened. No, Abigail convinced Helen to divert them to this school, telling her it was the same establishment being relocated. Helen knows nothing of the Order so she had no reason not to comply with our wishes." "Senator Carson. So she's working with you, too?" "She is. I still need to keep track of the Order's activities so she'll be my eyes and ears. She'll also run interference for me if necessary." When they pulled up in front of the main building and exited the station wagon, Brenda Templeton was there to greet them. "From teaching Moral Philosophy at St. Searle's to Headmistress of your own school," said John, giving the tall, statuesque, African-American beauty a hug. "You've come a long way, Bren." "Yes, and it's well-deserved," said Charlotte, hugging her next, "Congratulations!" "Thank you, it's great to see you both again, too. I'll have someone show you to your room and we can get together later. You'll understand that Virginia and I have a lot of catching up to do first." And then it was Virginia's turn to receive a dazzling smile. - Epilogue - "God, I missed you!" said Brenda, stroking her lover's hair as they lay in bed together, bodies entwined. "Vibrator's are wonderful things, but they can't cuddle and caress you afterwards." "No they can't," agreed Virginia, kissing her softly on the lips, "and keeping in touch by phone is no substitute for being here in the flesh with you." "And you're here for good now?" "I am, as are John and Charlotte." "I'm so glad they decided to throw in their lot with you. We need their skills here." "We do. Recruiting staff from the pool of ex-pupils of St. Searle's has to be a slow, careful process if we don't want to alert the Order. How is the training camp coming along?" "Very well. The site you chose for it is a good one. A dying, almost dead mining town up in the mountains, lying at the end of a road, so no through traffic, and less than an hour's drive from the school. We bought out the three families who were still hanging on. They seemed both stunned that anyone would want their properties and very grateful for the money. We've moved in lots of trainees and refurbished the interiors of all the houses while leaving them looking externally shabby and neglected. Most of the shopfronts will stay boarded up, of course. That should discourage any outsiders who happen upon the town from hanging around. Parmenter. Was the town's name the reason you decided on it?" "No, but it was the reason I looked at it in the first place. There are no coincidences in these matters. So, the trainees. Most of them are from Britain. How are they settling in?" "There's some culture shock, of course, but they mostly seem to be doing OK. I still can't believe they're all descendants of pupils from back when St, Searle's was in England and called The St. Searle School for Wayward Girls. Talk about long-term planning! You told the Order that the necromancer had destroyed the original ledger that contained their names, but you had it all along. You were acting on Gloriana's premonition about the Order's fate even then." "I was. Those were the first bloodlines we established. I wanted to get them away from the Order as soon as the opportunity arose. And now, my love, less talking and more kissing." It was quite sometime later that they eventually came up for air. "I need to pee," said Brenda, slipping out of bed and heading to the bathroom. Virginia watched her girlfriend go, admiring her perfect bottom, and let out a long sigh as the bathroom door closed behind her. She sat up in bed to await Brenda's return, smiling as she contemplated the next instalment of their love making session. However, when Brenda emerged from the bathroom she didn't immediately rejoin Virginia in bed but instead stood beside it, staring down at her, looking nervous. "What is it, sweetie?" said Virginia, frowning, "What's wrong?" "Sometimes I can't believe I'm where I am now," she replied, staring down at Virginia wistfully. "How did a street kid from Baltimore who ran drugs for local gangs ever end up here, happy, healthy, and a school headmistress? That boy didn't even expect to reach his twenties, yet here I am. I look at you now, at this amazing woman I love and who loves me, and I think: how did I get so lucky?" Virginia took Brenda's hand and squeezed it. No words necessary between them in that moment. "How did the Order take it when you told them you wanted to resign?" said Brenda. "I explained I'd given my life to defeat Meaghan, that being in the cage with her had also drawn out the magic that kept me from aging. I now had an expiry date, and wanted to spend my remaining years living a normal life They agreed to accept my resignation. They were even OK with my request that John and Charlotte should come with me, accepting my argument that having taken the school the enemy might now know who I was and that I needed bodyguards. Why?" "You always told me you'd never married or wanted to be in a long term relationship because you'd have to watch your partner grow old, wither and die while you remained eternally young, and I understand that, I really do. But that's not the case anymore, is it? You can be with someone and the two of you can grow old together." "Yes," said Virginia, smiling up at her lover. "Then," said Brenda, getting down on one knee and opening her free hand to reveal the ring she was holding, "Virginia Chapford, will you marry me?" "Yes, oh yes!" said Virginia, throwing her arms around the other woman. Suddenly, growing old didn't seem like such a frightening prospect after all. *************************** The End *************************** Note: 1. The main outstanding plot point not explained here is who bombed Senator Carson's plane, severely injuring her husband and son, and why. This will be covered in a later story, one probably told from the pov of those responsible. 2. From the time I first heard the theory that Elizabeth was a man and had taken the place of the real princess when she unexpectedly died I always knew I would use that idea in a story one day. 3. Apologies for extreme tardiness in getting this concluding chapter out. I have been busy with Other Projects.