The Battered Lamp Chapter Twenty-Three: The Watery Dagger - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Twenty-Three: The Watery Dagger

... striding down the hallway, each step longer and faster than the one before it. The change was coming on her, stripes darkening her face as adrenaline pumped through her system. She leaped over the banister at the stairwell, landing almost at the base of the stairs, then strode to the front doors. She burst through the glass doors into the rain, looking around the parking lot. An unmarked car surrounded by a pair white, Pierce County Sheriff patrol cars turned onto 86th avenue, driving north from the school. Britney hissed in rage, then pulled her golden, skeleton key out, stuck into the main doors and opened them. She stepped into the extradimensional play room Aaliyah had created. Every door on campus was connected to this room if the key was used. She immediately opened the door onto a biology classroom. “Phillipa, come now!” she barked as the matronly substitute teacher, filling in for Ms. Franklin, blinked in surprise at her. “Excuse me? Who are—” Britney growled, baring her teeth. They were sharp now. The change was fully on her. Her mate stood, grabbing her backpack. Phillipa rushed past her surprised classmates and stepped through the door. “You just can't leave!” gasped the teacher, pushing down her fears to stride towards them. Britney pulled the door shut. The substitute wouldn't be able to reach them now. “What's going on?” Phillipa asked. “Is it Burke?” “Probably. The cops have arrested Kyle. He was wounded.” She opened the door and it looked out on the rain at ...

... the rear of the Gym. Shannon should be parked on the shoulder through the small gate in the nearby fence. “We are going to rescue him.” “Okay!” Britney ran out into the rain, her mate following. She leaped over the gate, her body filled with energy that needed to be used. The SUV was twenty feet away. Fumi was climbing out, her asymmetrical bow, Windfeather, in hand. “Kyle has been captured,” Britney hissed. “Get in the car. We are going to rescue him.” “Aaliyah's under attack!” Fumi snapped, rushing by. “We need to save her.” “I protect Kyle first. He's the one I am sworn to.” “Well, I know Kyle would want Aaliyah protected before him.” Britney glanced at the Japanese woman as she strode to the gate. “Then save her. I am going to save Kyle.” She ripped the SUV's door open, jumping in. Phillipa followed, fear covering her porcelain face. “What's going on?” Shannon asked. She was the oldest concubine, the mother of Chyna, and her hazel eyes bulged with terror. “Are we evacuating?” “Aaliyah's in trouble,” Mindy, Kyle's newest concubine, said. She clutched her first aide kit on her lap. She had been a nurse until Kyle had claimed her. “Kyle has been arrested. The cops are driving north on 86th Avenue. We are going to rescue him. Drive! Now!” Her last words came out as a spitting hiss. Shannon yelped in fear, then put the car into gear, whipping out onto 128th Street, and performed an illegal U turn. The engine roared as she floored it towards the four-way stop sign where 128th ...