Chapter 47
FORTY-SEVEN
FRANKIE
I wait for the five new centurions to arrive. They have been chosen for their honesty and integrity. If The Claiming is going to be an integral part of life at Rockwell, I can’t bring any more heat on it than necessary. It’s obviously being carried out under the radar. I doubt the principal suspects we have found the dungeon and are using it for our amusement. If she knew what was happening under the foundations of her academy, we would be shut down before we even got started.
Five guys make their way into the cell corridor and I face them with my disguise firmly in place. They will be unaware of who lurks behind the mask and as I silently hand them a mask and robe of their own, I check their wrists for any identifying mark, wondering if it would be that brazen of the Serpent Society member to walk in here unchecked.
They are clean and my mind shifts to the business at hand and I point to the set of rules posted on the wall.
Pick a tunnel
Catch a girl
Cuff her and claim her by dragging her back to the ceremonial chamber
No inappropriate touching until she is bound to you by the master
Take the vow
Then she is all yours
They will be locked in individual cells as the girls pass them and if one in particular catches their attention – too bad. They will have no way of knowing who enters which tunnel, which is part of the rules of the game. They accept who they capture and must make it work for the rest of the semester.
When the new semester starts, each couple has the opportunity to stick or twist. Either staying together, or returning to the dungeon for a second time.
Both parties must agree on the same outcome because if one sticks and one twists, they both twist and head to the back of the line.
The reason I placed Siri and Cassie in the tunnel chamber was to give the guys a head start if they want one girl in particular. The girls will point to the relevant tunnel if asked because I’m not interested in couples being together who don’t want to be from the outset. It will work better this way and test their relationship and commitment, without the free for all that has been a feature of Rockwell for many years now.
I’m not a prude, far from it, but I like to control and knowing that every couple is going through a test that I created, feeds my sick imagination and gives me the power I crave.
It will definitely make life more interesting at Rockwell, and only couples who accept the rules are allowed to take part. Those who prefer to fuck around can continue to do so, but not one of my couples. If they do, they end up locked in the dungeon to pay the price of breaking of the rules. I can’t wait for the opportunity to enact my particular brand of punishment and hope like hell somebody screws up so I can practice my craft.
As each of the guys reads the rules, I hand them a mask, robe and handcuffs and open the cell door, locking it behind them.
They are briefed on what’s expected and silence is a major factor because there must be complete silence in the chamber at all times until The Claiming begins.
As soon as the last centurion is locked in, I step to the side, my back against the wall as I wait for the challengers.
You could cut the anticipation in the room with a finger. It’s almost palpable and the new centurions stare eagerly from behind their masks, waiting for their prey.
Footsteps approach and I glance with interest at the two girls who made it here first.
Angelina Gray and Hollie Fargo stare nervously around them as they walk slowly past the cells. One is blonde, one brunette and the centurion’s eyes follow them as they make their way to the chamber to meet their fate.
They are soon followed by Ellie James and Karen Halton, who are closely followed by the fifth girl Susan Harper.
I disguise my grin, knowing she came in last. It wouldn’t surprise me if she tried her luck with Ali at the door. I’m guessing it’s the thrill of a masked man that attracts the curious and, from the sparkle in her eyes and her heavy breathing, she is so turned on at what happens next.
She passes the cells and unlike the other girls, she gazes into each one with a soft, flirtatious smile. I can almost sense the growls and rattling of cages as the testosterone mixes with pheromones as she lays down her challenge.
She is wearing the tightest white dress and inwardly I roll my eyes. Her knees will be cut to ribbons and the dress fit only for the trash when they have finished with her.
We offer a dress code suggestion list and the other girls have adhered to it. Leggings, t-shirt and sneakers. Not Susan. Which only advertises the fact she is up for anything and hopes for more.
The next ten minutes appears to last an hour and I sense the impatience of the centurions as they wait for release. The girls have five minutes to be blinded and disorientated and then five minutes to find the inner chamber and choose a tunnel.
The clock ticks slowly, anticipation heightened at every stroke and as it passes the ten-minute mark, a siren sounds and I slowly unlock each cell and release the hounds.
They don’t hang around and as they race to the chamber I congratulate myself on a well-executed plan, wondering what’s happening beneath my feet and if another centurion is chancing his luck for a second time.
Santi is alone when I enter the ceremonial chamber, and he groans.
“Fuck, I love this shit.”
“Same.”
I pull out my laptop and sit on one of the large stones positioned near the wall.
I’ll check the footage in the tunnels and passageway. If anyone tries anything, we should be on hand to prevent it.
As I bring up the cameras and set them in a gallery on the laptop, Santi peers over my shoulder and whispers, “Fuck, this is making me hard already.”
I take his point when an image of Susan’s ass fills one frame entirely, and he growls, “What I wouldn’t do to that.”
I chuckle softly as I settle in to watch the show and as I flick between the cameras, I try to keepa clear head and concentrate on making sure that nobody is there who shouldn’t be.