05-Sep-2000
Please note this is more of a teaser to see if this should be continued or dropped. If you can't deal, don't read.
Treize smiled as he raked his eyes over the figure trapped beneath him. The young woman was one of the newest students at his college and was turning out to be a pleasant surprise. It had been a simple matter to arrange a face-to-face meeting under the excuse of welcoming her to the school. Later, after he had her under control, he would invite her brother. Hopefully the young man would be as passionate as his little sister.
Once she arrived, Treize managed to brush against her several times while cleaning and make it look like her fault. Then, when the meeting ended and she rose to leave, he arranged for her to trip over the leg of a chair. Startled and falling, the student grabbed the nearest object, Treize. From there it was easy to appear overbalanced and they fell backward onto his desk. Everything had been removed from it with the excuse it was for cleaning, so she ended up sprawled under the taller man with him between her thighs.
Treize faked surprise and shocked convincingly; schooling his face into understanding, he seized her mouth in a bruising, fierce kiss. Her hands had gripped his forearms, but she lacked the strength to push him away. Her brother was the one with combat training; she did all the computer work. This was the reason why he wanted to take her first. Duo would never strike his beloved, weaker sister and so would submit to Treize when she held her brother for her lover.
The next step of his plan called from him to reach under her shirt. It had been a wonderful success. A shudder shook her entire body when he ran a finger over one of her nipples. He'd actually been able to draw several whimpers. Finally, before breaking the kiss, he slid his other hand into her pants. Oh how that had caused thrashing. He did so love virgins.
He let her thrash until the last of her breath was gone and then he broke the kiss, making sure to brush a finger along her crotch until he found that special spot.
"Please," she gasped, all her air gone, "please," Then he hit that spot, lavender eyes dilated fully as her back arched almost painfully. Fighting for control, she still tried to speak. "Don't... stop."
Perfect! Everything was going according to plan. After he was done, if she wanted to complain, all her memories would clear him. She had brushed against him, pulled him on top of her, and now told him to not stop. Oh, he knew what she meant, but it wasn't what she said. So perfect. Just as it always went.
Treize made sure his students would remember things in a way that made them look like the seducer. It was his first step in controlling them. Their emotions might claim one thing, but their mind another, the confusion make them even more susceptible to him and "training."
He ran an exclusive college that trained government operatives to become special anti-terrorist agents. The training was rigorous and you either passed or you died. Countries all over the world sent people to be trained by him. Yet, none knew what he was really doing.
At the age of five, Treize's country had been taken over by a military leader with the help of several foreign nations who wanted his country led by a man who would do their bidding. Treize, the only son of the dead king, was turned over to the military. Those monsters spent the next fourteen years teaching the boy to be a killer. He knew every way there was to kill a human, cause pleasure and pain, and everything about every weapon ever made. At nineteen, he'd escaped and began seeking revenge.
He found several other agents and brought them under his control. The first had been the formidable assassin Lady Une. She led him to Zechs Marquise, who later became his closest friend due to a similar history. Together they opened this college.
The graduates were unsurpassed in skill and loyalty, but no one knew where their loyalties truly lay. Treize and the teachers taught the students to follow him and broke down all the walls the other agencies had implanted in the students' minds, returning their ability to think for themselves. Through a combination of pleasure and pain, everyone was bound, mind, body, and soul to their Principle, Treize.
So it would be with this girl. He had graduated five classes of students who were only waiting for his commands. Together they would take back his country and restore justice to the world. He gave them everything he had and they would give him everything they had in return. Treize once again focused on the panting body below him.
"I won't stop," he whispered reverently, revealing in the stunned realization that filled the lavender orbs. Before she could correct the misunderstanding, he seized her mouth again, driving his tongue to possess the sweet recess. Feeling the grip on his arms lessen, the older man made his next move. Being careful to keep massaging both her nipple and that spot between her legs, Treize pushed a finger into the young woman.
The grip on his arms immediately increased and she pushed up with her hips trying to drive him away, it also had the effect of taking his finger even deeper into her heat. A moan resonated in her throat. Not one to let a chance pass, he started thrusting, using the digit and her movements to create what had to be an unbearable rhythm. After a few seconds, he added a second finger. A few thrusts later, all resistance vanished; his lover was completely lost to her body and its needs.
Carefully breaking the kiss, not wanting to give her a chance to say the words that would end the encounter, Treize looked at the woman under him. Her head was thrown back as she slowly moved on his fingers each movement taking them deeper; he contemplated letting her break her hymen on the digits. It would certainly have more impact if she lost her virginity fucking his fingers. No, that would never do. He wanted her confused not broken.
Making sure she was not close to losing it, he considered what they should make her. Quatre had been made into a Master of bondage. The innocent looking man was a perfect assassin and could use pleasure to get anything from anyone; he'd even fucked a man to death once. The blond could twist the most stubborn personality into a willing slave. Wufei, once a soft-spoken bookworm, turned into someone who loved to be dominated. He and Trowa, who also had been taught the joys of surrender, were Quatre's prize students.
He could give her to Une and Noin. They could turn her into an amazing Queen. She would know more about causing delicious pain than anyone outside the school. However, when he looked at her, writhing and pinned, he knew that was not what he wanted her to become.
Finally, he chose to give her to Alex and Mueller. Those two would teach her when to surrender and when to dominate. She would learn how to enjoy pleasure and pain and give both in equal share. By the time she left the college, not only would she be able to control others, but would enjoy being controlled by those stronger. The talent guaranteed to make her a spy to be reckoned with.
Decision made, he went back to the business of making his new ally. Removing his hand from her breast he unzipped the front of her pants and then his own. He got no further. A sudden pounding on the door caught his attention and then a furious looking young man broke in. Violet eyes ran over the scene and then their owner was ripping Treize away from his prey.
"Get your hands off my sister," the newcomer roared.
Treize let himself be thrown across the room; there would be more than enough time later to punish the insolent young pup and fighting back did not fit into his little scenario. Trying to look stunned, he watched Duo lift his sister and carry her from the room. Once the pair were gone, the older man allowed himself a smile. Getting Ashi alone again now presented quite a challenge, but he loved a challenge. Add to that the amount of passion she had evidenced and the Principle knew many more "private lessons" were in her future.
Duo carried his partner's trembling body across the campus. They weren't really related, it was merely a cover story to get them into the college. Now he wished they hadn't.
"You OK?" he whispered softly.
"Oh God, Duo," Ashi sobbed into his shoulder. "J underestimated Treize badly. Badly. He's done this before. With every student he's ever had, I think. The whole thing went too smoothly to have been unrehearsed."
"Did he ask you anything?"
"No. That's not how he operates." Ashi signaled Duo to put her down. Quickly, she dragged him into a secluded corner of the campus, one they were certain was not monitored. "He's incredibly clever. I think we are in way over our heads."
"Talk to me, partner," Duo said running a calming hand down her back.
"He's company. Not ours but somebody's. He is far too good. He knows exactly where to touch and when. How to set things up so he looks blameless. And," she paused, her eyes haunted. "I'm betting no one on the planet can beat him at mind games. If we have to out think him, we're dead."
Duo stared. His partner was usually cool in any sort of situation. A year ago she talked a terrorist down while he had a gun against her head. Ashi never even broke a sweat.
"He really got to you didn't he?"
A half hysterical laugh was his answer. For long moments he just held her.
"Do you need any help?"
"Jerk," she playfully snapped. "I mean it Duo. If you hadn't come along, I wouldn't have been able to stop him. I'd have been fucked. Literally! I couldn't think straight much less fight him off. The only thought in my mind was how good he was making me feel."
"Well, now we know what was used to break Ranma and Ryoga. They were ready for pain and torture, but that's not how this guy works apparently."
"I recommend we find a way out of this place and fast." Ashi suggested.
"Consider it done."
One more thing, Duo." Ashi's tone and face were deadly serious. "No matter what happens, never let him get me alone again. Not ever. Promise me."
Duo hugged her tightly. She wasn't a combat agent and even a combat agent would have had a hard time dealing with what Treize did. "I promise, Sis."
In the Principle's Office a strange meeting was taking place. Zechs had been briefed about his leader's failure with the girl. All the students and staff were going to work together. By the end of the week, Alex and Mueller would have a new student and there'd be one less virgin on campus. With all the planning done, Zechs turned to the task of soothing the wounds of his dear friend.
"So, you think Alex and Mueller can do something with her?" Zechs asked while kissing his way down Treize's chest.
"Yes, at least a few things," Treize quipped, his good mood returning. "That brother of hers should be turned over to Heero and Aya. This conspiracy could use a good seducer. The boy has the body for it and if we can keep that spirit, he'd make a good assassin as well."
Zechs sounded his agreement by humming around the erection in his mouth. Treize grabbed to hands full of his hair. The kneeling blond hummed louder; he liked it a little rough.
"Stop that," the older man gasped. "There is something about those two, Zechs. The girl will be the easiest to get the facts from. I want to be inside her before the week is out. Do you understand?"
The longhaired blond merely took Treize deep into his throat and hummed until the man came. After that, no talking was heard in the room. The Principle continued to plot for the rest of the night. His dreams were filled with images of the two newest students begging him to be taken.
More than a hundred miles away, two very different figures ran through a field.
"Will you hurry up, Ryoga," one grouched. "We have to warn Master Treize about the agents."
"What are you worried about, Ranma" Ryoga growled. "We'll be at the school by noon tomorrow. How much damage could they do? No one knows we escaped since we killed our keepers and the agents were sent for reconnaissance not sabotage."
Ranma just glared. The pair continued closing on the college and its unsuspecting population.
End Part 1
Phoenix
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