Podcast appearances and mentions of Queen Christina

Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 3 Handmaiden Traditions In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             Pain is either not knowing what it is or forgetting what it was       "Okay," I choked. "I only wanted one of you bitches up here tonight so Heaven can stay but the rest of you have to go." No one responded instantly. "You don't tell me what to do, freshman," Heaven said as she smacked me across my thigh. "Christina, let's get out of here; I feel like getting something to eat, something else that is," she told the Queen. In the time it took Heaven to gather her clothes and get dressed, the group was gone, and I was left wondering what the hell I'd stepped into. I figured one guy and nine hundred girls, and I'd be living the dream. Only an idiot would have assumed there would be no existing power structure, competing sexual desires, or people less than happy with my cleverness. Suddenly, having to survive three more days to the weekend seemed too much to ask. Fighting for the Weekend. I was slumped down on the floor against the wall when an expensive pair of shoes came at me. Since my stomach and left side were well acquainted with pain already I chose to block with both arms which hurt a little bit less. This unnamed assailant pivoted back for another kick when Heaven grabbed him by the back of the neck and slammed his head into a picture above my head. He dropped like the sack of shit that I'm sure he was. I was struggling up when Cappadocia grabbed my wrist and helped me stand. Three more guys stood between us and the bathroom door, outside of which a battle of the sexes was starting to be waged; FFU vs. AKA fraternity. You may be wondering how I ended up here; I sure am. (I promise this will all make sense eventually) Starting in the Past The light tapping on my door broke my oral attention on Barbie Lynn's right nipple. I kept frigging her with two fingers in her cunt while I caught a quick look at the time. It was twelve-ten in the morning. Who the hell? "I need to check this out," I warned Barbie. "What?" she wondered. "What's going on?" "There is someone at the door and I think I know who it is. I'll be right back," I explained. Barbie looked apprehensive for obvious reasons. I grabbed a robe and headed down to the door as there was a second rap at the door. I swung the door open and there stood Rio. "Hey, Bitch, are you going to make me wait out here or what?" she teased me. I stood aside and followed her back to my bedroom. Barbie had disappeared under the quilt and covers but I was careful to not sit on her when I flopped onto the bed. "What can I do for you?" I inquired of Rio. "Keep it holstered, Cowboy," Rio laughed. "Save that python for your playmate Barbie. Do remind her that if she rides you too rough, she can break it off." "I'll have you know she's the most gentle and sensitive woman I've ever known," I countered with a grin of my own. "Really?" she asked speculatively. "Really," I affirmed. "In that case, maybe you can give her to me for an evening. I'd like to play with her; you know, a little light bondage, spanking, and a dildo, vibrator or three," she asked suggestively. "Is that all?" I asked. "Of course, I'd put those succulent lips to good use and I bet her tongue is to die for. I'd also love to chew on those massive titties, bite her and mark her as my own," Rio added. "If she moans like enough of a slut, I'll even eat her out too." "If it somehow comes up in casual conversation I'll let her know," I promised, while at the same time I resolved to actually have a decent hiding place when I fixed things up. "Don't do that," Rio insisted. "I'd rather kidnap her, blindfolded, so that I can take her to a bar and hand her around like a party favor." "That's kind of cold," I cautioned her. "What about her virginity?" "There are all kinds of chastity belts I can fit her with that leave her mouth and ass free," Rio regaled me. I really had no idea but I didn't doubt it existed. "Isn't that a bit harsh? What has Barbie Lynn ever done to you?" I was curious to know. "Barbie Lynn, she is a girl in need of a good, hard fucking, regularly and repeatedly" She grinned like she was a female Loki, Goddess of Mischief. "If you think so, I guess I could tie her up and leave her for you, bound and gagged in the trunk of my car. I'm sure when you get to the bar you'll find some big strong men to take her out for you," I outlined the plan. Rio desperately fought down her giggles. "Well, that's given me some pleasant images to get to bed with," Rio came over and kissed me on the cheek. "Give me that sleeping bag and I'll catch some Zees." "Sure, no problem. You know how I snore so if you hear any noise coming from my bed, just ignore it," I winked. "Okay. As long as nothing touches the floor, I'll be fine," she assured me. "What happens if something touches the floor?" I had to ask. It was getting downright hilarious. "I scream like a banshee. I was molested by a Chihuahua when I was young and I've never gotten over it," Rio snickered. "I will keep all my bits up on the bed, then. Now, get squared away so we can get some sleep," I grinned. Rio laid out my sleeping bag below the footboard and climbed inside. "Good night, Zane," Rio yawned as I cut off the light. "Good night, Rio," I replied. "Good night, Barbie Lynn," Rio giggled. There was a long pause as a naked Barbie tensed up, then wiggled up from beneath the bed coverings. She looked at me curiously then crawled down on all fours to the foot of the bed. I was momentarily paralyzed by the look of Barbie's entire rearview cast in the pale moonlight. "How did you know I was here?" Barbie Lynn questioned Rio. "Unless Zane started sleeping with fifty pounds of extra bedding, there was someone under the covers with him; then it was a matter of figuring out who was the sexiest upperclassman who would take the risk," Rio explained. "So this whole talk about kidnapping me and taking me to a bar was meant to scare me?" Barbie accused Rio, who snickered yet again. "Tell me, Barbie, did that get you hot or what? Be honest now," Rio challenged her. Barbie Lynn flushed furiously and looked over her shoulder at me, trying to gauge her words to my reaction. I moved up behind her, kissing from the small of her back then forward while my hand rubbed along her ass and flanks. She kept her eyes on me until my hand cupped her sex, at which point her eyes shut and her breathing increased. "Oh, Barbie Lynn sighed as she let her legs part and her cunt went from damp to dripping. "If Zane was with me, I'd feel safe," Barbie stammered nervously. "He'd not let anything bad happen to me, but I'd like to, just a little." I'd never tied a girl up before now, I'd never really wanted to, but taking in all of Barbie right at the moment, I made a note of consorting with my sorority friends about what to use when the opportunity presented itself. Two fingers in, two fingers out, two fingers in, two fingers out, one finger in her cunt and one in her ass. Barbie shuddered deliciously. "You two fuck your brains out," grumbled Rio. "I'll lie here and try to get some sleep." "Good, good, good luck with that," panted Barbie Lynn, "I'm a real screamer," and she really was. "I swear, if one more girl had climbed into that shower with you, I was going to tape on a stun gun in the on setting and toss it in," Rio joked. "A, you don't have a stun gun, and B, the floor was so wet you would have stunned yourself too," I pointed out. "Threaten me not with logic, dumbass," Rio chuckled. "Fine. Not that I mind your company but, don't you have to get dressed?" I groaned. "Do you think anyone would notice if I went to class naked today?" Rio wondered. "Notice, yes; make you the target of a direct-to-video lesbian gangbang porn flick, yes too," I taunted her. "Damn it, Zane," Rio squawked, "you've tapped into my secret fantasy!" "Save it for your creative writing assignment in English class," I nudged her. "Now seriously, I need to get dressed and so do you." Rio's exaggerated frown only made me chuckle harder but I did manage to shush her out. I sang my way to breakfast, literally. The latest demand of my Handmaiden's Duty was a rendition of 'Call Me Maybe' which garnered us quite an audience if not accolades for my proficiency. Rio tried to record me on her phone but an observant junior picked Rio for a piggy back ride. Iona hovered closely to Barbie Lynn again, which kept her safe. Christina snatched us on the way to Assembly. One look told me things had gone horribly wrong but I didn't know why. She picked me and when I protested (a junior named Sybil had pre-ordered my services) Heaven grabbed Iona as a clear threat to me. Chastity hijacked Rio before she could throw her food tray on Christina's head but I admired my buddy's fanaticism and loyalty. "I'm with Sybil," I tried to explain, but that girl did a quick disappearing act. "Okay, then, what do you want me to do?" "We seem to have this little disagreement about you thinking you can dictate my behavior," she smiled sweetly, "so I'm going to be monopolizing your time for the rest of the semester." Iona groaned and I was afraid Rio would do something stupid. "Zane, I want you to carry my books to my next class," which didn't sound too bad but, "on your knees," she gloated, "but I'll, " "You conceited bitch!" snapped Rio. "Stop it!" I growled back to Rio angrily enough to stop her. "This is what they want." "Hmm, Christina contemplated, "I was going to allow you to crawl on the grass but now I think you will do it on the walkway." Crawling all that way on bricks would be painful to say the least. "Now I think we'll have Rio do it," she continued. I waved Rio to silence. "As I remember you have this noble streak so I'm going to give you the option of you traveling on the bricks or letting Rio do it." It was some horrible sick joke and I knew the results before I spoke. "I'll do it," I answered, but again, I knew it was useless. "Agreed," Christina handed me her book bag while Heaven did the same to Rio, "Rio can take the walkway and I'll let you take the grass." She waited for my response. "What; no repose? No protests? No rants?" she questioned. "That's not where my mind is at, Christina. You just keep digging a deeper hole. I'll bury you in it; how you crawl back out is your business," I shrugged. "I understand, Zane. Faith, give your books to Iona. She can share the walkway with Rio," Christina ordered. Again I had to stop Rio from erupting; there was nothing I could do. We were boned in this bizarre institution's humiliating ritual. "Zane will take the walkway on his knees, Rio can do the same on the grass, and Iona can carry the rest of our books," Chastity announced out of the blue. "Chastity?" Christina questioned her rebellious minion. "They get the point," Chastity suggested. "I'm with Chastity," Hope declared. "I'll explain when we get outside," Chastity all but begged. I had to scratch megalomania off my list of possible character flaws of Christina; she motioned our little troupe to proceed and made no protests when we freshmen took up our duties. Rio and I had to cover two hundred feet on our knees; I flashed Rio a vicious, confident grin. She grinned back and mouthed 'Fuck all the bitches,' which made me chuckle. "What is so funny?" growled Heaven. "Your skirt is caught in your underwear so every time you step left your skirt rides up," I lied convincingly. Heaven reached around and tried to straighten out the nonexistent problem. "Heaven, he's playing you," Hope intervened. Heaven's eyes rained fiery death down on me. "Who is digging themselves a deeper hole now?" Christina taunted me. "I accept that Heaven is going to get her due and I'm fine with that. Of course, when I finally bring you to your knees, I know that look on your face is going to be priceless," I glared back. "You are also not going to see Barbie Lynn outside of official business," Christina informed me. "I'll give your suggestion all the merit it deserves," I smiled. "That is not a suggestion, and if you do see her again, she will be expelled and a letter of explanation will be sent to her parents and fianc ," Christina said intently. That brought me up short. "I'm not going to mention you, Zane. She'll go down but you will remain scot free." "Why are you doing this to him?" Iona murmured. "He needs to learn his lesson," Faith whispered to her. "Oh," the normally timid freshman responded, "is that what this is? He is so going to own all of you if this is the best you've got." Hope burst out in laughter at the mouse's challenge. The ordeal was over for the period but resumed when class let out again. Iona's schedule was in shambles because Christina had let word get out that Rio and I were out of bounds for anyone else in the school. By the time I went to Archery, my slacks were torn and my knees were bleeding. Chastity did what she could do as my Team Captain but then I was back on my knees heading to Karate. In an abstract way my teammates in Karate knew what was happening to me but when they saw that I could barely move without wincing in pain, they became conflicted. Coach Dana was nice enough to offer to take me to the Chancellor so I could quit and end my suffering. I opted for letting my teammates in the second squad beat me up instead. The only hard part about my dinner plans was the reality that I was the only boy on campus. No one would confuse me with any other student so sneaking off to my dorm was impossible. The answer to my dilemma should have been obvious to Christina, glaring obvious. As it was, I had to get Christina's reaction secondhand as Rio, Iona, and I were cruising into town in my car with civilian clothes helpfully provided by my secret ally. Rio groaned sarcastically when we arrived at our destination where Iona clapped her hands in glee. My argument was that everyone liked ice cream and, while Rio declared the whole endeavor to be juvenile, that didn't stop her from ordering three scopes with whipped cream and sprinkles. I was paying for our outing when three girls walked in. "Zane?" the third girl asked. I took her in only long enough to know she looked better in a swim suit. "Hey, Leigh," I grinned. "You look even better with clothes on." Leigh gave a hearty laugh while her companions tried to make sense of the situation. "The Zane?" the lead woman inquired. I looked at her quizzically. "Zane, our next door neighbor?" How had I suddenly become famous enough to earn a 'The' in front of my name? "Sure, that's me. I've been at school but that's my house," I responded. "This is Tawny Flores, our chapter President, and my sister Ricky Frasier," Leigh said. "Rio Talon, my ex-roommate, and Iona Becket, my cohort in crime," I offered. "Sorority chicks? Seriously, Zane, you need to start raising the bar on the quality of women you hang out with," joked Rio. That went over like a lead balloon. "Your girlfriend is a bit jealous," Leigh broke the silence. "I'm not his girlfriend," Rio grinned viciously. "I prefer boys who've reached puberty." "Tawny, Ricky, and Leigh, I apologize for Rio. We've had some issues with upperclassmen all day long and it has left some of us crankier than others," I said. "Things can be rough for freshmen; we understand," Tawny allowed as she eyed me speculatively. "How about I buy you all some cones?" I offered in return. "We are not here for ice cream, or ice cream in cones," Leigh explained. "We have a party Saturday night, our first of the semester, and we need to place an order for a few gallons." "Cool. I hope you ladies have a blast," I nodded as I moved to join Rio and Iona, letting the sorority girls move to the counter and make their order. They eventually did get some cones and came our way. "Horny sluts at seven o'clock," whispered Rio as they approached me from the rear. "Zane," Tawny smiled down at me, "are you rushing a fraternity?" Rio snorted in derision. "Zane couldn't rush a fraternity," Rio explained. "It would tragically cut down on his time with all his girlfriends." The three older women gazed at me, looking for the punch line. "Here you go," Iona stated, holding up her phone to Tawny. "This is Barbie Lynn, Christina, Chastity, Brandi, Hope, Cappadocia, Opal, she continued to go down the list of women in my life as well as displaying their pictures. The ladies went from skeptical to confused to impressed. "You are sleeping with all these girls, in your first three days of school?" Leigh wondered. "No," Rio pre-empted, "he hasn't actually had sex with all of them. That's silly. The magic thing is how often he gets them to orgasm. What's your record, Zane?" "It is not a contest," I protested. "Oh, come on," Tawny urged me playfully. "Ugh, fine. Seven, but she's really sensitive and responsive, we mesh well," I answered. I'm not sure how many of them got past me saying the number '7'. "Are you going to be home this weekend?" Leigh inquired suddenly. "Planning on it," I replied. "Well, why don't you come by Saturday night, then," Tawny suggested, "unless you are afraid of a little competition." Seeing my uncertainty, she added, "We are having our brother fraternity Alpha Kappa Alpha over for the party. The guy/girl ratio should be two-to-one so I can't promise you any time." "Oh," I shrugged. "Do you want me to bring a friend or two?" "Sure," Tawny grinned, "but make sure to keep an eye on them. The boys of AKA are pretty aggressive." "I'll make sure to only bring the grown-ups," I laughed. We were all still chuckling when we broke up for the evening. I Love Pushing Boulders Uphill "Did you sleep well?" Christina greeted me. Since I'd been Barbie-free last night I had to frown. "Thanks for asking," I shrugged. "I slept like a baby. Honestly, I'd expected a little more creativity from you, not this simplistic jack-booted thuggery. Please try to keep my interest today if you can." "Ah, the smell of burning bitch-flesh," Rio giggled, unleashing her sadomasochistic impulses. Christina didn't rise to the bait. "Let's get some breakfast, on your knees you two," she commanded. Clearly their plan for us involved attrition. During breakfast the idea was to keep us apart, but they apparently forgot we'd all graduated kindergarten. We wandered around like loss little lambs and came to our collision from different angles. My only real worry was that Iona would chicken out since she had always been the good girl. She even sold the slip and spill well. This time Hope was the recipient of our hate and she looked quite fetching covered in grits, eggs, melons, and bacon. The miraculous thing was that the kitchen let us reload. Chastity almost dodged the bullet but we nailed her pretty good as well. As we headed out for our first class, Rio and I on our knees, she turned to me grinning like a maniac. "I am so looking forward to lunch," she told me. "Really? So am I. I'm going to get the soup," I chuckled. "Oh, soup. I like soup. I may get two bowls," Rio exulted. There wasn't time to warn Rio, I had to act, so I threw myself on Rio and took Heaven's kick to the ribs myself. "Heaven!" Christina shouted, but it was too late. I hurt like hell but I was damned if I was going to show it. Rio looked up at me and rapidly put together what had happened. Before she could explode I prodded her. "I hope the croutons in the salad are extra hard," I wheezed. "Zane," Rio whispered, worried about my well-being. "Give them nothing," I winked. "We know what low-life pieces of shit they are now. Give them nothing." Rio nodded and got back on her knees. "Zane, I'm sorry," Christina said softly. I looked up her and projected my most indifferent expression. "Can we get this over with? You bore me," I sneered at Christina. She snorted and shook her head. "Take my books to class, Zane," she commanded, and I headed off. They took Rio and Iona off in another direction. I was bleeding by the time I kneeled my way to lunch. Sadly, Team Christina was vigilant so we had to settle for a few bites sitting up against a wall before a Dorm Mother directed us to separate seats. We buried her in soup and crotons for her efforts, then apologized profusely. Doctor Burns chastised and lectured us about good Christian virtues. The senile old bastard almost let us go back for seconds but a different Dorm Mother pointed out the danger just in time. The craziest thing was that they let me go to Marksmanship because it wasn't like I wanted to climb up on the water tower and take pot shots with a high powered rifle at anyone; right? "Let me bandage your knees," Hope asked me. I looked to the rest of the class who couldn't bring themselves to meet my gaze, then laughed. "What is wrong with my knees?" I questioned. She pointed out the holes in my pants and the blood still oozing out of my torn flesh. "Really. I hadn't noticed," I winced as I moved to get my gear. "You could get infected," Hope insisted. "At what point do you think I lost faith in your capacity for compassion, Hope?" I sighed. "Let's get to work. Inside this class, you are the instructor; outside of this class, you sicken me." I actually did pretty well working wind drift and range-finding during the class and Hope gave me a mild compliment on my growing proficiency. I listened but said nothing. When the rest of the group dispersed, Hope held me back. Heaven was waiting to make me crawl to her class. "That was uncalled for," Hope insisted. "We are only doing what we have to do." "The failure of your courage is only eclipsed by your lack of principles, Hope," I verbally slapped her which only made her angrier. "Maybe you can put some weights in my back pack to make yourself feel better, or would you rather sow the sidewalk with salt?" If Hope was expecting me to back down, she was sorely disappointed. "So, are you going to get revenge on me too?" she mocked me. I looked mildly amused and insulted. "Hope, you aren't worth my vengeance. You don't matter to me. You are a tool, an obstacle, and nothing more and I have things that actually matter and I need to concentrate on so if you would please get out of my way, I believe Heaven wants to show me what an inhuman beast she can be." "You have to pay for that," Heaven growled at me as I struggled along on all fours to Orienteering. "Remember this moment, Heaven, because when I break Christina, she is going to be crying out your name and you aren't going to be able to do anything to help her, and after all she's done for you," I taunted her. That earned me two sharp kicks to the ribs to add to the one I'd already had. I picked myself up and continued on our way. Orienteering was brutal and I suffered a good deal of humiliation at Heaven's hands. I quietly took it. As if that wasn't enough, Heaven walked me to my study period and Faith took me to the Dining Hall. Rio looked pretty brutal and Iona had been crying but at least they'd been bandaged up. Ms. Goodswell came up to me in the dinner line. "You need to have someone look at those wounds. You could also use a fresh pair of pants." "There is nothing wrong with my knees," I said in a bland monotone. "You are bleeding into your socks, Zane," she informed me. I looked down and nodded. "Yes, that seems to be the case. Can I get my dinner now?" I inquired calmly. "No, Zane. Go to the Infirmary and get that taken care of," Ms. Goodswell insisted. "I invoke my right to refuse medical treatment due to religious convictions," I grinned. "Zane, you could develop permanent damage," Virginia warned me. "No. You hypocrites can cripple me if you like but you aren't pinning this on me. I don't recall wanting to walk anywhere on my knees. I'm not going to quit though; if you want to get rid of me, you will have to become more inventive than this," I told her. When she didn't reply I went back to my place in line. Christina tagged me heading toward the dorm. Chastity had Rio and Faith had Iona. "What do you think we'll have for breakfast?" Rio joked. "Keep quiet," Christina cautioned us. "I'm hoping for corned beef hash covered in ketchup," I responded. "I told you to be quiet," Christina ordered. "Which one of us are you talking to?" Rio teased. "I want milk and cereal," Iona suggested. "Quiet," Faith told Iona with a hand on her shoulder. They decided that we should be getting back to our rooms to study but the elevator wouldn't be necessary; we could take the stairs, on our knees. I wasn't sure Iona could make it; she was the shortest and weakest of us. But it turned out I needn't have bothered. We opened the door to the stairwell and there stood Barbie Lynn. "I've got it from here," she told Christina and company cheerfully. The idea that Barbie Lynn was here to save me was kind of funny. "That is not how it works," Christina informed her. "No, Christina, read the Handbook. My dorm, my rules, and my rules say that if you don't belong in my dorm, you can leave, now," Barbie Lynn countered with determination. "Don't do this, Barbie Lynn; they will expel you. You are hardly bulletproof," Christina warned Barbie. "At what point did we cease being the Israelites and become the Philistines?" Barbie answered. "If you do this I'll have to report you," Christina explained. "In thirty minutes you won't be Dorm Mother. Think about your future." "I am," Barbie Lynn stated. "Do I really want or deserve a future if I do nothing now? I don't think so." There was a pause, then, "Get out." Christina's gang turned and left, Chastity last of all. "Barbie Lynn, have his legs taken care of before his pride cuts him in half," she said meaningfully. Barbie nodded, then Chastity ran to catch up with the others. "Let's get you to your rooms before they come back," Barbie Lynn urged us. "Can we take the elevator? I'm not sure I can take all these stairs," I groaned. "Baby," snorted Rio, but I noted she was the first one to hobble for the elevator. Iona drew close to me, looking for some small comfort. "What are we going to do?" she whispered to me. "Rio and I are going to tough it out; we don't have any real options. You are going to be sick tomorrow and go to the Infirmary. After that, they should leave you alone as long as you avoid us," I told her. "No," Iona responded. "I can't leave the two of you alone here." "Get over yourself," mocked Rio. "You are slowing us down. Zane and I are hardcore bad-asses and you're nothing but a dweeb." That was Rio's way of saying 'I like you.' Iona began sobbing. "I'll take care of her as long as I can," Barbie Lynn frowned as she wrapped an arm around Iona. "Thanks for everything, Barbie Lynn. Sorry for dragging you down in all of this," I told my blonde dynamite. "Ha," she laughed. "I've had more fun, felt better, in the past four days than I've felt in the past three years here." "Man, that is so pathetic," choked Rio. "If my life was so damn boring, I'd have become a shit-faced drunk by now." I think that was Rio saying 'thank you' but I wasn't sure. We made our way to our rooms and wisely settled in for the night. Around eight-thirty Barbie came to my room and escorted me to the bathroom for my own 'safety'. "Thank you. What are you going to tell your family and fianc ?" I asked. Barbie Lynn shrugged. "Can I move in with your Aunt if things don't work out?" she countered. "Sure. Do you think it will come to that?" I answered. "Well, I'm definitely not marrying Jerome, that's for sure," she grinned. "He's about as interesting as a box of rocks and he's got a tiny cock ta' boot. Lord above, all he wants to do is work in his Daddy's bank and play golf while I stay home and make babies." "Umm, Barbie Lynn, I don't see us getting married so if I, I stammered. "Lord Jesus," Barbie laughed, "if I married you I'd have to convert to Islam because I'd need at least three other wives to keep up with you. You are fun, Zane, and you've never lied to me about anything." "Barbie Lynn, I've lied to you," I admitted shyly. "What about?" she questioned. "You know those tiny little grunting noises you make between orgasms?" Barbie Lynn blushed but nodded. "Well, I don't like them; I love them. In fact, last time I rushed you through one orgasm just so I could listen to those sounds." "You are a bad man," Barbie laughed musically. "I don't believe you." "Oh, so I'm going to have to prove myself, am I?" I gasped in mock protest. "I'm counting on it," she smiled seductively back at me. "When this nuttiness is over, I'll do that," I grinned. Barbie Lynn looked suddenly sad. "Is this going to end, in a good way?" she sighed. "Five-thirty tomorrow I'm in my car and driving out of here for the weekend. I'd like you to be with me," I told her. "I can't be gone all weekend long, Zane. I'm Dorm Mother," she explained. "How about Saturday night? I've made some plans," I hinted. "Hmm, okay, but how are you going to stop them from catching you if you come back? Escaping tomorrow is going to be tough enough," she pointed out. "I'll think of something," I sighed. What that was; I had no idea. When I got to the top of the stairs after my bathroom break I noticed Chastity and Hope waiting for me. I could have said 'what do you want?' but I decided on a softer approach. "What can I do for you, the two ladies most likely to kill at a distance, this fine evening?" "We came by to see if you, Iona, and Rio were doing okay," Chastity related to me. "How's Iona? I imagine Rio was less than cooperative," I responded. "Rio told us if we came in by the door we were leaving by the window," Hope informed me. "Iona is doing okay physically but she's beaten up on the inside." "She says you threw her out of your little club," Chastity went fishing for confirmation. "Yes, she's out. I no longer give a crap what happens to her," I lied. Hope and Chastity snorted in disbelief. "She didn't tell you, did she?" Chastity questioned me. Since the answer was 'no' I kept silent. "The Chancellor instructed her to abandon you and Rio and to help the rest of us get you two expelled," Hope informed me. All I could think of was, poor Iona, stuck in that spot. "She responded with a tale of one of the early martyrs," Chastity picked up the story. "All the martyr had to do to save her life from the lions is renounce Christ and kiss the hem of Caesar's robe. The young girl responded, 'I would rather spend my last hour in the dust with the Christians, ' ', than live ten thousand more days as a Roman,' I completed the story. Sure, the story came from a hundred years after the real Caesar was dead, but who really cared? "I don't think that went over well." "I imagine a less than sterling letter was fired off to her parents," Hope suggested. "Fine," I muttered after a moment. "What?" Chastity inquired. "Chastity and Hope, I apologize for what I said earlier. I was pissed and I lashed out when you were stuck in the same fucked up situation I'm in," I admitted. "Apology accepted," Chastity grinned. "Don't make a habit of pissing me off, Zane," Hope cautioned me, "and the next one of you to come at me with a food tray gets it in the teeth." "Why did you pick Hope and me?" Chastity asked about the food trays we'd dumped on them. "I'm not saying we plotted anything but if we did, we would have created a random list for each meal. We get target one, then go to target two, and so on," I answered. "If it was randomized it would be harder for you guys to figure out who was next." "Do you have any other retaliatory actions planned out?" Hope inquired. "What do you think?" I smirked. "How did you plan all this out?" Hope persisted. "Since you are still dedicated to having us expelled, I don't feel it is prudent to tell you," I replied. I was hardly going to admit Iona set it all up, including that little trick of blanking out our call logs. "Fine. Let's get out of here, Chastity," Hope sighed. "I'll be with you in a minute," Chastity told Hope. When Hope was halfway down the stairs, Chastity turned to me with a sly grin. "How did you know I'd help you?" she whispered. "For that matter, how did you slip me the note and the key?" "I promise I'll tell you one day, Chastity," I replied. I could hardly tell her that Ms. Goodswell had slipped my message and her key into Chastity's pack. That Chastity would actually gather up the clothes that Rio, Iona, and I needed was the greater risk. She'd done it and we'd made our Wednesday night getaway for ice cream. I still wasn't sure why Virginia had known Chastity would do it but figuring it all out would be fun. It wasn't as good as sex but, well; it wasn't as good as sex. The Object is not to Die "Let me wash you," Opal requested of me as I entered the bathroom the next morning. Warning her that I was poison was pointless. I looked, smelled, and sounded like trouble. I imagine if I asked her, she'd tell me I tasted like trouble too, but I didn't want to tempt fate. "I can keep your bandages dry," she promised. Mentally, I cracked when she finished rinsing my hair. "Why are you doing this?" I had to know. "Zane, you are the only non-related male I'm going to be in contact with for the next two years. If I let you go, I'm going to lapse into homosexuality," she explained. I couldn't resist. "Does that mean you would be opposed to a three-way?" I grinned. "I don't know," she mused, "who do you have in mind?" "Brandi; she is cute and receptive," I suggested. "Good choice," Opal beamed, "she's scrumptious. Do you think she's game? Don't bother, I'll snare her in; you make sure you show up, okay?" Up until this point in time I'd been fooling around but I had the distinct impression that Opal wasn't. "Let me guess; you are on the Soccer team," I chuckled. "Striker," Opal responded. "I should have known; you have that killer instinct," I sighed knowingly. "I know what I want and I go for it," she smiled as she closed with me and stroked my member. It was to our immense mutual disappointment that we simply didn't have the time to take it any further. I could appreciate Barbie Lynn throwing herself under the proverbial bus for us but I really wish she didn't look so sexy doing it. She stood with Rio, Iona, and me as we walked out of the dorm toward Christina and company. Rio and I exchanged conspiratorial glances with Iona. "I'm hoping for oatmeal," Rio quipped. "I'm betting on pancakes and syrup," I replied. "Oh, hot syrup," mused Iona. "I like syrup. It turns pancakes into fly paper." We walked up to our tormentors and held out our arms for their book bags, which they dutifully handed over. As we got ready to assume our kneeling position, Christina cleared her throat. "What are you doing?" Christina commented dryly. Seeing our confusion, she sniffed derisively, then added, "I haven't got all day." With that, she turned and walked off at a good clip we had to jog to keep up with. We hobbled into the Dining Hall without a word being said but when we got into the food line, Rio broke the spell. "Does this mean we don't dump food on them?" she whispered. "They've tossed us an olive branch so we shouldn't shower them with defoliant just yet," I suggested. "We need to know what they are up to," Iona added. That was the thing none of us had an answer to so we were served and went searching for someplace to sit. Cappadocia, Captain Willie, and another Karate teammate named Evangeline caught sight of us and chose that moment to rise and take their trays away, leaving us three adjacent seats. We leapt on them in an instant since another part of the Enemy's plan was to keep us isolated from one another. "I hate to rain on our parade but Queen Christina at six o'clock," Rio muttered. "Phone," Christina demanded of Iona. "We are in the Dining Hall," Rio spat, "you can't demand shit from us." "Watch your language, felon," Christina responded drolly. "It is Friday, Christina, in case you forgot. Your time is running out," I warned Christina that her time to make an apology to Rio was coming to an end. She looked haughtily down her nose at me. "Here you go," Iona said meekly. She had a point; even if we won here, Christina would jump us the moment we left the sanctuary of the Dining Hall. Christina took the phone and typed a message in, then sent it before returning it to Iona. Without explanation the Queen strutted away. "What was that about?" Rio muttered to Iona who was checking her text log. "She put Zane back on the market," Iona whispered in disbelief. "What the fuck!" Rio squeaked, trying to keep her shock from echoing across the hall. I looked around and saw phones ringing and the ripple of the word spreading out as girls looked my way. "What do we do, Zane?" Iona asked. I had to think that over and a grin slowly creased my face. "Give me ten names: Juniors and seniors only," I smiled. That would be part of my party list. "How is that going to help us get those bitches?" Rio asked. "Rio, living well is the best revenge, and I finally figured out how we are going to live well," I explained. My two companions didn't get it yet but Iona was busy getting my names. "What do I do with the list?" Iona asked. "Ask them to my party," I winked and the lights came on. "Sweet!" gloated Rio, "but how are we going to get away with it? The Chancellor is going to be watching us like a hawk." "Do you trust me?" I asked Rio and Iona. Iona nodded but Rio looked incredulous. "Why in the hell should I trust you, Jungle Boy?" Rio taunted me. "Because the other option has you crying tears of loneliness into your pillow tomorrow night, Arizona," I teased right back. Rio was from Arizona in the same way I was from the jungles of Thailand. Breakfast was drawing to a close so I had to make my move. When Christina and crew put their trays up I followed them quickly outside. "Glutton for punishment?" Hope questioned as I finished my approach. "I need a moment alone with Christina," I responded. Heaven snarled at me; very becoming. "So, I no longer bore you?" Christina threw my earlier words back in my face. "I need a favor and it will help me with your demise," I grinned because I knew I had her; the girl couldn't stand not knowing what I was up to, or so I prayed. Christina shrugged her indifference but motioned for me to follow her off to the side, away from the others. "So, after I've already done you two favors today, what else do you want of me?" she asked. I had to admit that she was no longer making me crawl on my knees and she'd freed me up for gentler hands, but I had my needs. "I want you to go to an off-campus party with me tomorrow night," I beamed hopefully. Christina studied me, clearly looking for my deceptive angle, but when none became evident, a smile slowly forced its way across her lips. "Okay, Zane, I give up. What is the catch?" Christina chuckled. "There is a Sorority party at my neighbor's house. They are inviting a fraternity over and I imagine a few people will crash. I've been invited and I was thinking we could bring around twenty of our girls for a fun night out," I explained. "Zane, we are a Christian Girls school; we don't do the whole partying, drinking, and spending time with strange boys thing," she lectured me. "You'll have fun," I promised her. "An hour ago you hated me," she pointed out. "How do I know this isn't some kind of trick?" "Sure, I hated you an hour ago, but that was then and I'm not going to waste my time fighting past battles. Besides, you did the right thing, though you took your time doing it," I answered. "Also, who in the Administration would I work for? I certainly wouldn't go outside the school." "Yet you are still going after me about Rio," Christina said. "That has to do with how you treat people, not what you did in the past," I corrected her. "If I leave it alone you will continue to treat people that don't conform to your world view like dirt." "You aren't going to win, Zane, but I tell you what; drop this silly vendetta and I'll consider going to that party," she offered. "Oh, I'll keep my vendetta and see you at the party anyway," I laughed which made Christina cross. "What makes you think that?" she replied through narrowed eyes. "You are fearless, hungry for knowledge, and you never pass up a challenge where there is even a remote chance of success. You won't go for me; you will go because this is something you can do and do well, and you can't pass up an opportunity to shine," I pointed out. "So you are attempting to flatter me with a fictitious character assessment," she chided in return. Busted! "You are not calling me a liar," I countered. We locked gazes for a few seconds. "I wish you were older," she commented. "Younger means I have more stamina," I offered. "Older means more experience, more to offer, and greater competition," she volleyed. "Younger means you can teach them more, less baggage, and a stronger desire to catch their quarry," I grinned. "Is that what I am to you; quarry?" Christina questioned me. "No. You are the girl I'm going to marry," I stated matter of factly before turning and running for Assembly. As it was, we were on the verge of being late, though Rio and Iona saved me a seat. Rio tried to get me to tell her what happened but I warned her to silence with the fey light in my gaze. When we got out a senior named Janice snatched me up. Her trick was dueling Bible verses. Sometimes I don't get chicks at all but I guess she thought she was doing my soul some good. The crew was waiting at my car when I was preparing to make my exit from campus. Christina was sitting on the hood of my car when I showed up. She pushed up and met me a few steps forward. "We've discussed it and we'll go," she told me, "but don't think this means even remotely that I'll ever marry you." By the looks on their faces this was the first her girl posse had heard about my intentions. "Oh, you will marry me," I said, feeling terribly self-assured. "I won't settle for anyone less and neither will you." Christina smirked but there was this light in her eyes. Chastity laughed while Faith and Hope looked stunned. Heaven looked pole-axed. I got in my car and rolled out for the short drive home. It was Friday night and I still had a lot to do before Saturday's party. To say that the situation with Aunt Jill at home was awkward would have been an understatement. Last Monday before I met with the Chancellor, Jill got a call from the university telling her that she'd sent a boy to a girl's school. I imagine it was some consolation that she hadn't bragged to our church about where I was going to school yet. "So, umm, Jill began as we sat down to eat dinner, "your Spiritual Advisor tells me you are making great strides in your Christian education. She also says you are well-received by your fellow students and that they don't hold your, condition against you." "Actually, several girls have shown great concern over my well-being," I expressed. "A few have told me they want to stop by the house tomorrow night and make sure I'm okay," I added. I could see Jill balk. "By that, I mean that twenty of them want to come over." The sheer number first worried, then impressed her. Surely she must be thinking that I'd be safe with so many women around. "That's good news, Zane. I was worried that you would be a slave to your baser nature but I see Jesus Christ has provided you with a new direction," Jill smiled lovingly. I decided not to tell her that the tools Christ had chosen were young ladies like Barbie Lynn, Rio, Iona, Chastity, and Opal, and I definitely knew better than to tell her about the party we would all be going to. "Speaking of new directions, I notice you are still wearing the clothes the young ladies next door picked out for you," I re-directed the conversation. Jill looked down at her plate for a minute. "I bought some of my old styles Monday but when I wore them Tuesday, a co-worker asked me if there had been a death in the family. What a horrid thing to say," she groaned. "Have you garnered any male attention?" I inquired, deeply curious. "Nothing you need worry about," Jill turned away, "I have one man in my life and you're more than enough for me to handle." "Jill, if you like I could come home one or two days a week for dinner; campus is so close," I offered, "and I'm sure my Dorm Mother won't mind." Jill looked up and studied me. "That would be nice, Zane. I know we didn't get off to a good start here but I'm willing to work at it if you are," she stated. "Kathryn has offered to come out here for a few weeks once harvest is done," Jill continued. I didn't know Kathryn, Jill's older sister, except for the few pictures I'd seen. I knew she'd been the first woman Uncle Tim was interested in but she ended up marrying a church elder thirty years her senior. She was like Jill, except thirty-seven years of age and a bit thicker. She worked on the family farm in Oregon doing, well, farmer shit. Jill said we could expect her the first week in November so we had better get the guest bedrooms ready for the visit. We caught a movie on TV, drank some wine, and talked about campus, classes and such. Jill had gone to an open university were Christian students were penalized for their beliefs (so she felt) and was fascinated with the idea of a place where Christian women alone sat in judgment of other Christian women. I pledged then and there to never put Rio and Jill alone in the same room together because I'd surely end up an orphan. In the morning, Jill and I picked up the place (Jill was a haphazard housekeeper), did some laundry, and went grocery shopping. In the checkout line I said something inane and Jill gave me an exaggerated giggle that I was becoming all too familiar with. It was the one a woman gives to a man when they think the man wants to be found amusing. It is kind of endearing when it comes from a teenage girl but a bit creepy when it comes from your female guardian. Jill really needed a man in her life but I was at a loss as to how to make it happen. Unfortunately, I had things to do after we ate lunch, namely going back to school to pick up Rio and Iona for a shopping trip. Rio had been stripped of all her 'party-wear' when her parents shipped her here and Iona never had anything like it at all. "Barbie Lynn wanted to see you in your room," Rio grumbled when Iona and I showed up in her abode. I had no idea what that was about so I left Iona in Rio's room and headed to the Solarium on my own. When I got to the top of the stairs Barbie's gaze met mine from my bed where she was sitting. She glanced past me to see if I brought company. "Are we alone?" she purred. I nodded in agreement, at which point Barbie Lynn sat up on the bed on her knees facing away from me. Slowly, looking over her shoulder, she hiked up her skirt until her bare-naked bum was revealed to me. "I've missed you," she moaned, then she began rubbing her right ass cheek and added, "We've both missed you." I stalked toward her, barely able to restrain the desire to pounce on her proffered posterior. Barbie grinned lustfully, went down to her hands and, as I was taking my pants and underwear off, she collapsed further onto her elbows, pushing her ass out even more. I started to caress her thighs, flank, and back, planting kisses along the way, when I noticed her ass crack and anus was slick with lubricant. "No foreplay; just fuck me," Barbie Lynn demanded with a voice heavy with need. I aimed my cock to her anus and slowly pushed in. Barbie gave a sharp intake of breath as her resistance was overcome, followed by this deep, animalistic vocalization of pleasure. Her breathing came in sharper and sharper gasps as I pushed steadily in until I was totally encased by her flesh. I put my weight on her back, reaching around and fondling her breasts through her shirt, no bra which, with Barbie's cleavage, was erotic and impractical yet wonderful to the touch. Our bodies synchronized into some really violent, ravenous sex when Barbie looked over her shoulder at me. "So, you are going to marry Christina?" she panted. I couldn't read her emotional state. "Yes, in about three or four years," I answered. "What about me, about us?" she whimpered as her passion began slipping her control. "You are a great friend, Barbie Lynn, but I don't love you. Is this going to be a problem?" I breathed heavily. "No," she rasped with a smile on her lips and eyes shut, "I wouldn't give up our time together for anything. Okay, it hurts a little, knowing I'm going to lose you one day." "We'll never lose what we have right now," I grunted as Barbie began to tremble against me. Her anal muscles began to squeeze and contort around me. Eyes squinted, she gave me a wicked little smile and I rewarded her with a sharp slap to the ass. Barbie hopped up but her fists kept clenching my sheets. "Oh, Zane," she gasped. I spanked her two more times hard and Barbie Lynn cried out, "Lord Jesus!" she called out in her own inimical way as the first major tremor grabbed her body. I hammered away for three more strokes when her heat and passion overcame me and I erupted into her ass. Barbie pushed up and back against me for over a minute before we finally collapsed on the bed, panting and sweating profusely. We lay there, young and vital, soaking up each other's warmth until Barbie Lynn wiggled her ass against me and sighed contentedly. "You're still hard," she murmured. "Whose fault is that, you vixen?" I teased her between deep breaths. "Don't you need to go shopping?" she titillated back. "Do I look like I want to go shopping?" I responded with both words and a jab with my cock. "Damn, oh damn," she moaned, as she stroked my cock with anal contractions. "Okay, one more time, then you have to go," she whimpered lustfully. "Two fucking hours!" Rio spat. "Jesus Christ, man, can she still walk?" Okay, so we did it more than one more time, I must confess, but I wasn't telling Rio that. "She was asleep when I left her," I stated, "but I think she's ambulatory." Iona blushed which reminded me that I still owed her a full-body hot oil massage. "Were you ever not the Hammer of God?" Rio questioned me about my sexual prowess. "Well," I chuckled, "my first sexual encounter, from stripping off our clothes to my shot, was less than a minute. I got one stroke in, pulled out too far, and ejaculated

Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 2 A Quick Execution Plan In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             If my life is a mirror, why does mine have to be one-way with me on the wrong side.     Christina was waiting for me when I came out, minus her servant (classes had just been let out so she hadn't snared one yet), but she'd gained three sidekicks who looked upon me with varying degrees of amusement and contempt. The shortest of them, a sexy brunette with a foxy-like face glared at me with ill-disguised hate, over what I had no idea. "Come on, Zane," Christina said as she handed me her book bag, "time to face judgment." "Face judgment?" I mused. "Are we really going there? I made an honest mistake and besides, isn't forgiveness of sins the prime Christian virtue?" Angry Girl grabbed my arm and yanked but the sad facts of physics and my contrariness kept her from moving me. The girl ground her teeth, on the cusp of rage. "Zane, come," dictated Christina calmly. "Heaven, release him before he starts crying to the liberal media about physical abuse." Heaven? Seriously, who names their daughter Heaven, I thought, then I remembered where I'm standing. I meekly went to Christina's side when Heaven released me, then we started making our way to the Administration Building. My phone went off and I checked the message and had to snicker. It was Iona and apparently the girls are starting to use my time as some sort of currency. "What was that all about?" another sidekick asked. This one was actually friendly. "I'm Chastity," she identified herself. "Hey, Chastity," I grinned back to her. "That was an enterprising freshman who is keeping track of which lady has requested my Handmaiden services, and now I'm apparently being swapped around." "You are a whore," snarled Angry Chick Heaven. "Listen," I shot back, "this is your crazy tradition, not mine. I'm only doing what my upperclassmen are demanding of me. I'm acting like any other incoming freshman. But I have to admit, I haven't actually read the handbook yet." "Let it be, Heaven," advised Christina. "This will all be over in thirty minutes and he'll be gone." On that note, I turned to the last unnamed senior. "So what's your name, if you would be so kind as to tell me?" "Faith," she replied cautiously. I kept grinning. "I swear, if you ladies have a girl named Hope in your close circle of friend we should form an all-girls 80s-style punk rock band. I'll be the manager, constantly clashing with Christina over artistic differences," I rambled on. "You are kind of a nut," Chastity pointed out. "I'm on the verge of the shortest college career in history so I admit to being a bit nervous," I confessed, and surprise of surprises, Chastity placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. Somehow that made Heaven angrier with me, which I didn't think was possible. Before I could delve into the psychoses of Heaven, we arrived at the Chancellor's office. I gave Christina her bag as the girls abandoned me once the secretary ushered me in with a disdainful sniff of her nose. Inside were six women but I only recognized two: Chancellor Doctor Melrose Bazz and Ms. Goodswell, who also happened to be my assigned Spiritual Advisor. "Come in and sit down, Mr. Braxton," commanded Doctor Bazz. Since the only open chair was directly in front of her desk and flanked by the other chairs (so I'd be doubly flanked), I took my seat. "As you must now understand, there has been a horrible error," the Chancellor continued. "To rectify this situation you will withdraw from Freedom Fellowship University effective immediately. Your tuition will, of course, be refunded." She slid some papers in front of me. "I take it everyone knows who I am, ma'am, but who am I in the room with?" I inquired. "Sign the papers," insisted Doctor Bazz. "Can I think about this?" I inquired. "No," she answered. "Are you sure?" I persisted. "Yes," she snapped angrily. "Okay, then, I'm not signing," I decided. Everyone stirred restlessly. "You don't have a choice," one of the unnamed women in the room declared. "Security will hand you over to the Sheriff's Department as we remove you if you don't leave sensibly." "That sounds like a lawsuit," I noted. "You are mistaken, Mr. Braxton," the Chancellor glared. I noticed the unnamed woman farthest from me looked less than convinced; that made her the college's lawyer. "Chancellor, I have a deep respect for you and for the school you so expertly shepherd. I'm not out to embarrass this institution." I tried to relate to all of them. "The problem for you is that at no time in the registration process was I ever asked if I was male," I began my argument. "I entered my first name in as Glenn; your computer system transcribed that over to Glenda. At no time did I attempt to deceive the administration. I also can call forth witnesses from my dorm floor that will testify that I clearly didn't understand this was a woman's institution of higher learning." "You are being highly disruptive to the school and you've already been in one fight in your first four hours of school," another unnamed member announced. "Pardon me, but I don't know who you are," I asked the woman. "Dana Gorman, Head of Security and Dean of Athletics," she snipped. "Coach Dana, I was not aware that anyone was hurt and since I wasn't supplied my Handbook until yesterday afternoon when I went to my dorm room, I had no idea about the Handmaiden's Duty. I did find my roommate pinned to the ground with three girls sitting on her while she screamed and cried. I pushed/kicked them away and picked her up. I acted with charity and compassion," I put my best spin on the case as possible. "Doctor Josephine Sergeant, Dean of Sciences," the other unnamed woman introduced herself. "I'm not sure how I can fit you into my program, Mr. Braxton. The corpses Advanced Biology students work on are all female." "Doctor, I would imagine if I do become a doctor, I will have to work on women from time to time," I countered. "Mr. Braxton, nothing good can come of your intransience. Sign the papers, take the fall off, and find another school more fitting to your nature and gender," the Chancellor spoke. "I'll fight," I replied. We had a still moment, then Ms. Goodswell cleared her throat. "Zane, why do you want to stay?" "Short answer: this school has nine hundred women and one me; what's not to love? Long version: my inheritance is based on me being eighteen and in a college of my Aunt's choosing. It is too late for me to get into another program this year so if I don't fight, I go broke. I have nothing to lose." "Ms. Lane," the Chancellor addressed her lawyer, "is there any reason we can't escort Mr. Braxton to the gates right now?" The attractive young lawyer brushed a stray strand of her lovely light brown hair before responding. "There does seem to be a flaw in the administration software. There is no sexual differentiation key. Medical files were submitted as required and they clearly identify him as being male so there was no indication of evasion on his part, we missed it. FFU can expel him if he doesn't leave of his own accord but he definitely has a lawsuit against us." That gave people food for thought. It took Ms. Goodswell to save the day and I didn't really expect that. "Mr. Braxton, do you promise us to be an exemplary student if we allow you to stay out the semester?" "Of course," I promised. "Well, we can't keep him where he is," insisted Dana, shocked and angry. "We can keep him in his residence hall but place him in the Solarium. We can fix up something for him by tonight, and we have him cleared to use the fifth floor showers as schedules allow," Ms. Goodswell suggested. "The place is a mess," Dana grumbled. "I'll work to make it better as time allows," I volunteered. "Mr. Braxton, wait outside while we discuss this," commanded the Chancellor. I took my cue and left quickly. Christina and clique were sitting patiently waiting for me. She stood and made to leave. "I was told to wait here," I informed her, which brought the whole troop up short. "What are we waiting for?" Christina inquired. "Oh, I have them over a barrel so I insisted they assign one of you to be my bed warmer for the rest of the week. They are debating on which one of you gets the honor," I teased. "You bastard," spat Heaven, getting in my face. "You are a vomitus piece of filth!" "Just for that, you are next," I grinned devilishly at her. "Huh?" she looked far angrier than uncertain, "Next for what?" "Oh, during the upcoming sex orgy I host, you are 'Next'. See," I sighed dramatically, "I'm not likely to remember your name so when I call out 'Next,' I mean you." I had a split second to decide whether I'd duck or not. Training was screaming at me to half-step back while bringing up an arm to block but, Pow! I staggered back to the wall and slumped halfway down to the floor. Heaven kept coming and kicked me twice in the shin before Chastity and Christina pulled her off me. She was still sputtering and growling when the Chancellor's door opened up and Ms. Gorman stepped out and closed it behind her. "What is going on here?" she hissed. "There was a misunderstanding," Christina answered. "Actually, Heaven punched me after I deflected one of her insults," I countered. "Now I have to ponder civil litigation." "What?" Christina asked cautiously. Heaven was less diplomatic or restrained. "You provoked me," she accused me. "Do you know word one about my sexual habits? Could you prove a believable threat to you or someone around you? Barring that, you just committed assault," I informed Heaven. "You are willing to gamble we would betray Heaven to someone like you?" Faith threatened. "No," Dana answered for me. "I have little doubt that Mr. Braxton has noted that all classes and administration rooms have cameras." She seemed bitter about her own security procedures. The rest of the girl posse seemed equally unhappy except for, "Come on," Chastity told me as she offered me a hand up. I took it and quickly was upright once more so that we were chest to chest. "Please don't do this, Zane," she said evenly. Heaven scoffed. "Very well, Chastity, because it was you who requested it, but I do ask for one thing in return," I told her. "Of course he wants something," Heaven snarled sarcastically. "Actually, all I want is five minutes with Heaven," I explained, and when Heaven rolled her eyes and Chastity looked uncomfortable, I added, "no physical contact at all, only sitting down and talking." "She'll do it," Christina agreed. "No!" balked Heaven. "You'll do it or be expelled and face possible jail time," Ms. Gorman stated. "No," it was my turn to say. "I was joking; I won't press charges against Heaven." "She can still be expelled," Dana insisted. "For what?" I asked. Dana looked at me cautiously. "Hell, we were just fooling around; right ladies?" No one said anything because to speak was to court the sin of falsehoods. "Yes," said Christina, taking the plunge; the others nodded. Dana bored me into place with her gaze, weighing her options. "Keep it down out here," she snapped to the room, "especially you young ladies. I expected better from you four." The implication was that my cock exempted me from mature behavior. "Thank you," Chastity told me. "It took the grand total of one word, please," I explained. "I know it must be hard to believe but I'm not a total scumbag." "Are you still going to make me pay for insulting Rio?" Christina mocked. "The week isn't over yet," I pointed out. The resulting silence was interesting. Five minutes later the door opened and the women filed past. The second to last one out was the lawyer, Ms. Lane. "Mr. Braxton, we will have to get together to discuss some of your unique legal issues and liabilities next week," she informed me. "I await you at your leisure, Ms. Lane. Whatever you need, I'll do my best to comply," I smiled. "It will certainly be easier if you are compliant," she smiled back before turning and heading into the hallway, my eyes watching the line on her stockings going from where her skirt's hemline revealed her shapely thighs down her muscular calves to her four-inch heels. "Temptation comes in many forms," Ms. Goodswell said, interrupting me from the distraction of Ms. Lane's luscious posterior, a look that Ms. Lane caught as she smiled and turned out of sight. "In my admittedly limited experience, temptation is a result of dissatisfaction with one's circumstances, not a weakness of character," I offered as an explanation. "As your spiritual counselor, I feel it is my duty to keep you on the straight and narrow," Ms. Goodswell sighed with faux sufferance. "I don't mean to make things hard for you, Ms. Goodswell," I jibbed. "Enough sexual innuendo for the moment, Zane; you've been given an opportunity so don't blow it, don't disappoint me," Ms. Goodswell warned me while stabbing me in the chest with a well-manicured cherry gloss fingernail. I gave her a funny look. "What is it, Mr. Braxton?" she asked. "Oh, it is the fact that you are attempting the impossible, restoring my faith in organized Christianity, I answered while fishing for her name. "Virginia," Ms. Goodswell filled in the void of my unsubtle inquiry. "You are going to be trouble," she said, but her smile belied any worry on her part. "Well, I must get to lunch. I have a deserving Mistress who demands that I spoon-feed her," I told her as I moved to Christina and her cohorts. "Your room, seven o'clock, Zane. We'll be moving you to your new lodgings then," Virginia instructed. I nodded my acknowledgement then headed off to my late lunch. As we crossed campus, we remained relatively quiet until we approached the Dining Hall. "You remain intriguing, Mr. Braxton," Christina allowed. "I am equally drawn to you, you sanctimonious twat," I bantered back, and the girl posse jerked in response. "I hope they house you in a deep, dark hole," snapped Heaven. "I hope they do too," I beamed at Heaven, "and I hope you have the only key." "Why is that?" asked Chastity. "I'd let him starve to death," Heaven grinned viciously. I kept my eyes on Heaven. "Well, if Heaven had the key, she could come down and torture me whenever she wanted," I explained, and when Heaven licked her lips in anticipation, I added, "and she'd look so fetching in nothing but thin strips of black leather, high heels, and a whip in her hand as she scourged the sin out of me again and again, ." I licked my lips sensually at Heaven, "and again." Now all movement stopped; even the normally homicidal Heaven was caught up in the imagery (which she liked) and the other girls were wrapping their minds around the implications of either me on my knees, Heaven in leather, or us together. "You have a very sinful mind," accused Faith. "I have never denied that," I responded. "I'm a flawed creature in need of redemption, I admit that. Thankfully, I've chosen a religion based on forgiveness and second chances, then, eh?" Any further comments were interrupted by a girl running into me, more like almost running over me. "Zane! They didn't transubstantiate you into communion wafers," Rio squealed, showing more womanly affection than I would have given her credit for. Rio didn't do a great job of being 'surprised' when she noticed the girls around me. Heaven glared at Rio and I tried to shift myself between them but Christina intervened before anything happened. "Felon, I am in need of a stool to sit on; I'm tired," Christina said. As she used the word 'felon,' she smirked at me. Rio flinched too. "Wouldn't you rather have me lie on my back so you can sit on my face so I can get you off? That way we could both eat lunch," Rio sneered back. Christina didn't bite. "Make a seat, little felon," Christina smiled. I had a sudden desire to miss lunch. "I've got this, Zane," Rio told me as she touched my upper arm and pushed me toward the door. As I grudgingly walked away, I saw Rio get down on all fours on the grass and Christina take her seat. The best thing I could say about the situation was that Queen Christina didn't bounce up and down. Before I could come up with some rescue strategy, Iona corralled me and led me to the Handmaiden Mistress of the moment; Dove. Dove's food had grown cold and Iona had kept assuring her I was on my way so I set to my latest exercise in humility. Dove expected me to sit with her. I brushed her shoulder-length auburn hair aside and fed her mouthful after mouthful, using a napkin to tantalize her lips after every few bites, which Dove found enticing and the surrounding tables found romantic. I was getting the feeling that the girls were looking at this whole Handmaiden thing differently than I was. At three o'clock I made it to Soccer tryouts, forgetting one little gigantic complication, this was Christina's team. She and the coach decided that since they couldn't outright deny me the chance for a place on the team, they could make me target practice (aka goalie). I blocked eleven shots from established members of the team (they have Soccer/Football in Thailand) but number twelve got past me, I was off the team. At four came Archery tryouts and I was starting to feel the weight of being the true outsider here, and it got worse when I saw our Team Captain was Chastity Adams, aka Chastity of Team Christina. I turned to put my equipment up when Chastity called me over. "What are you doing, Zane?" "I've just finished having Christina use me as a crash test dummy," I admitted. "I figured I'd save us both some time so that you could concentrate your efforts on people who might actually have a chance to be on the team." "Zane, why don't you think I'd give you a chance?" Chastity asked quietly. "Will you give me a chance?" I wondered. "Not if you quit right now," she pointed out. So, I gave it a shot and I leaned that I sucked at archery, but clearly not as bad as most of the other girls so Chastity tapped me as a competitive alternate, which meant I was to carry equipment and practice a lot, the newbie. "Why did you do this, let me on the team?" I inquired after the team announcements. "You aren't half bad," she explained, then smiled and pointed out, "plus you will distract the other all-female teams." "Thanks for the chance, Chastity," I said as I shook her hand. "You are good-looking and funny, Zane, and the other girls will work harder so they can stick around you," she responded while looking at me intently. "Now go, you have another team to try out for." Sometimes I needed to be reminded that there are things a twenty-one-year-old could teach an eighteen-year-old. I barely made it to Karate tryouts (Marksmanship and Orientation were on Tuesdays and Thursdays). I didn't recognize our Team Leader but our coach was Dana Gorman, Head of Security. She eyed me with suspicion but it was nothing compared to the looks I got from the Team Sub-captain. I thought I recognized the face but I definitely recognized her ass and the hair weave, I'd put a foot in it when I kicked her off Rio, yeah me! I told them I knew some kick-boxing but Dana was not impressed so I was placed with the beginners group, which I proceeded to dominate utterly. Ten minutes of that and the Team Captain Wilhelmina Spellman put me in the second tier, where I went undefeated in our little sparing matches yet again. Willie wanted to put me on the first team but the girl whose ass I'd kicked vocally opposed her on it. Willie relented but only partially. After class, the sub-captain would judge my performance and get the final say if I was first-team material. I figured if I ripped out her still-beating heart and showed it to her, I had a fifty-fifty chance of making the squad. We squared off after the last girl left, the sub-Captain didn't want any witnesses. She was more skilled and had more emotional investment but I'd actually been in some real fights and was faster and stronger. As far as matches went, it was pretty intense. We went back and forth with no real advantage until she threw me by grabbing and tearing off my ghee. Before she could capitalize I got in a kick to her gut and when she unfolded, I head-butted her, causing her nose to bleed. I pulled up and she rubbed her nose and looked at the blood. "Oh, God, I'm sorry. Let me go get someone," I urged. "You hurt me," she muttered. "Lord Jesus Christ, you hurt me," she said angrily as I stepped forward. I was so overwhelmed with human compassion I didn't see the kick coming. I was dreaming of running errands to a close village which was something I got away with from time to time. It was a pleasant day if a little cold for daytime in the Thai uplands. The young widow I spent some time with was attending me and I was clearly lying back and enjoying some of our intimate foreplay. Her mouth felt warm and comforting on my little helmet, her tongue didn't twirl like it normally did, but I wasn't in Thailand anymore either. My jaw hurt but that was far less relevant than the pressure of the body I was feeling on my thighs, the warm, wet sensation around my cock, and the feel of hands on my shaft and stomach. I propped myself up and looked down at my crotch were our sub-captain looked up at me while keeping her bobbing rhythm going. "Stop," I ordered her. She reluctantly agreed, her eyes warring with anger, shame, and lust. I imagine she was wondering about what kind of academic hell I was about to bring down on her or if she could get away with crying rape as she pushed herself back and rested on her haunches. "Take off your clothes," I ordered next. That command staggered her but my gaze fixed her in place. "What are you going to do to me?" she said with a shaky voice. "I'm going to reciprocate what you've been doing to me. You gave me a great lesson and I want to return the favor, now strip." She thought about it a moment, then did a quick striptease which brought me to my knees. "What's your name?" I inquired as she finished. "Cappadocia Davis," she murmured as she met me at knee level. I started kissing her, drifting into chest contact and letting our hands roam free for several minutes. Cappy had a very passive-aggressive style and often mirrored what I did, all the signals of a confident virgin. Getting us down head to crotch took little effort as Cappy went back to administering her blowjob and I started working over her own sexual center. She only asked me to hurry once when I was spending time getting to know her thighs with delicate kisses. Though it was a bit rough, Cappadocia worked me furiously with strong hands, plump lips, and a fighter's stamina. On my end, I did all I could. I mapped out the pleasure lines along her thighs, across the groin, and farther along the stomach and sides, passing the breasts to the throat, ears and lips. Cappadocia expected a quick fuck and an equally quick departure. As it was, we missed dinner and I would almost be late for my room meeting. Before then, I explored Cappy fully. I kissed every ebony inch of her, from kneecap to navel; I took gentle tongue strokes to her lips, cunt, and especially the clit while not forgetting a little tantalization of her ass which drove her over the top to an orgasm by itself. Cappy was good enough to take my seed not once, but twice, though the first time she took most of it on her face. I sat there with two fingers stretching her lips apart while my tongue languidly worked on her labia and clitoris. I tickled the clit, sucking it with my lips, then blowing on it coolly. She learned how to swirl with her tongue once my cock was inside her mouth for a stronger sensation. Cappadocia liked a contest and we had the best of kinds; neither side won and a rematch was in order, definitely. "Cappadocia," I began as I was getting my outdoor clothes on, "I don't think I'm ready for first team yet." "Neither do I," she responded after a few moments of thought. "I'd like to keep training for it, though. I'm not going to give up trying, no matter how many private sessions it takes." "I have to agree, Zane. You are not yet ready and it is going to take a whole lot of private lessons to get you into 'first team' shape," she nodded. I left with a sore jaw but thinking good thoughts. I'd made two teams and had a shot at two others, as long as no one shot me or sent me to get lost in the wilds with a false map. The Solarium Why am I Living in a Glass House? I raced across campus to my dorm only to discover a sad looking girl in a short terry cloth robe sitting on the outside steps with a half-full trash bag. She perked up when she saw me. "Zane," she hailed me, "I want you to take out my trash." Okay, that seemed kind of lame to me because the dumpster was thirty feet away so I had to think quickly. "Umm," I looked her over. "Jolene," she provided. "Jolene, this doesn't seem quite fair," I pointed out, and I watched her deflate before me. "See," I said as I took her bag of trash and headed for the dumpster, her tagging along, "maybe I should come by your place tonight around nine thirty and clean up your room for you. Does that sound like a more appropriate Handmaiden's duty?" The little lights went off in her eyes. "Yes," she bobbed her head. "Yes, it sounds, amazing." Without telling me her room number, she skipped off through the doors and went off to do God knows what. I went looking for Iona who, as I guessed, hooked me up with the girl's location. Gliding into my room after that was less satisfying. "You are late, Mr. Braxton," Ms. Goodswell informed me. "Handmaiden's Duty," I countered. "We've moved all your furniture to the Solarium on the top floor," Dana rumbled. Solarium, top floor. Wasn't I on the top floor already? What was I getting into? That wasn't the most important thing at the moment, though. Rio sat on her bed, knees up, hugging a pillow and looking decidedly unhappy at the world. I turned to the two teachers and asked them for a minute with my old roomie. Dana grumbled but Virginia made her give us the space. "What's up, Rio?" I asked as I sat down at the foot of the bed. I knew what was wrong; I was abandoning her and I was not the first guy to do so. The only problem was, I wasn't those other guys. "Nothing's up, asshole," she shot back. "I'm looking forward to not having you snore all night long. Plus, I'll be able to shower whenever I want," she sniffled. "Oh, well, dealing with you has been a total pain in my ass too, Rio. It will be a relief to not have to wake up looking at you, your tattoos and all those body piercings," I stated evenly. "Hey, I don't have any piercings anymore," she pouted, hurt by the comment and its accuracy. "Well, I don't believe you, Rio. Sometime you will have to come up to the Solarium and show me just how wrong I am. I'll leave out a sleeping bag in case your city-bred ass gets lost and you can't figure out how to get back down after dark," I joked. "Zane, if they find you sleeping with a girl, you'll get expelled," Rio whispered. "Thank God you are not a girl, then, ya freak," I grinned so she hit me with her pillow. Rio was sneering at me playfully as I left; we were still friends. Outside my room, I'd picked up an old friend, Barbie Lynn Masters, and with Virginia, Dana, and Iona, we trekked to the fifth floor, then up to the roof. Now, when they were designing this kind of dorm in the nineteen seventies, the architect was on a 'Retro Victorian' kick. He envisioned a safe green haven for the girls to go to where they would be free to partake of nature's bounty without risking pesky urban menaces like rapists, thieves, and murderers. The Christian Elders liked the design so much, they transplanted it to the Virginia countryside. Of course, there aren't a lot of muggers in rural areas so the roof escapes weren't totally necessary or welcome by the student body and when the school built its twelve-foot-tall brick wall with security cameras around the entire facility, the need evaporated. Soon, all the Solariums were abandoned, the plants died, and not all the window panes were replaced. It was a pretty freaking miserable place at first glance and there was some suspicion that this was an indirect way to drive me out. But they clearly had avoided the Developing World and my long experience in it when thinking this through. I loved it. I had roughly eighty percent of the dorm building's floor space to play with. It would be a lot of work to fix it but I had been accidentally supplied with a ready and willing work force. Thank you, freshmen and Handmaiden's Duty, because amongst its other virtues, the Solarium was my room, and a freshman in a dorm room was immune to being summoned for Handmaiden Duty while in any such room unless required by a duty to go there. All I had to do was have Iona get the word out to our fellow freshman that my room was sanctuary and I was set. All that was tomorrow; tonight, I had a cold room with squirrels, maybe a raccoon or two, birds, spiders, roaches, and an assortment of other pests, plus my bed, dresser, and a wardrobe from the drama department. I had also secured the choice time of five forty-five to six as my bathroom time in the morning, and ten to ten-fifteen in the evening. How I would actually piss during the day was swept under the rug. Ms. Goodswell suggested I get a hall pass during class periods for safety's sake. College, hall pass, Did they think I should make up for missing high school? It was lights out in my domicile. The moon was waning and the sky was clear when I heard someone working the lock to my door at the bottom of the stairs. Five people had keys: I was one, Dana Gorman was another, Virginia Goodswell, and Chancellor Bazz were two others, but none of them, I suspected. I spotted the faint moonlight playing across golden locks as my intruder drew close. "Hey," Barbie Lynn whispered as she came to a stop by my bed. "I thought you might get cold so I brought you a quilt from storage." "You are a life-saver, Barbie; I'm freezing in here. Why don't you put the quilt over me and climb in so it will warm up here faster and we can both get to sleep sooner," I responded softly. It was a weak lie but it was really all Barbie needed; it was late summer in Virginia, after all. She spread out the quilt and started to get in. "Wait, you'll get your skirt wrinkled," I cautioned her before she sat down. She nodded and stripped out of it, then completed the process by stripping off her shirt, (no bra), socks, and shoes. As she snuggled up against me, she realized I was naked. "Oh, that doesn't seem fair," Barbie giggled, so she wiggled around under the covers and tossed out her undies. "That's better." I pulled her into my arms and I caught her stealing glances up at me as she pressed her hands against my chest. "We have all night," I assured her, and that earned me a kiss. "Oh, and I have your missing panties in my book bag, courtesy of Rio." I returned her kiss and soon we were wrapped around one another, engrossed in one another's erogenous zones (ear lobes, nipples, lips, and throats) as well as tempting fate with a little penal vaginal contact. After she wrestled me against the headboard and took my member deep into her mouth we had a little session of 'try doing this and watch him squirm' until I finally lost control and erupted several times into her mouth. "Umm, Barbie Lynn murmured as she rolled some semen over her tongue, eyes lighting up as I smiled at her talent. "Jesus bless me, you taste nearly as good as you look. I want more!" "Next time we can swap cum," I suggested to her. Barbie wrinkled her nose. "Doesn't that make you a homo?" she questioned. I forgave her ignorance due to cuteness. "You've tasted your juices on my lips but you are not a lesbian," I pointed out. After a moment she nodded so I continued with, "all I want to do is taste it on your tongue, not someone else's on my tongue." Telling her I'd given more than one blowjob didn't appear to be helpful at this time; I'm decidedly not heterosexual. "Oh, you're pretty smart for someone so young," she smiled seductively. I cupped her face in one hand. "I may be young and smart, but you are far more beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful, than me and one heck of a teacher because you keep me wanting to learn more," I heartily complimented her. I must have struck a chord because Barbie Lynn glowed from the inside out and virtually poured like tanned molten gold into my lap. "Fuck me," she begged with sensual need. "What about your Pledge?" I questioned. "Fuck my ass," she moaned, "it's not really cheating." Yeah, right. "Okay, Barbie Lynn, but teaching you to like it isn't easy. I'm going to have to break you in all night long," I warned her, but all I got was a violent trembling of anticipation which caused her to make my lap damp and my cock rebound to duty. We kissed deeply and with longing for over a minute, Barbie rocking in my lap, her labia brushing my cockhead. "Is it going to hurt?" she panted into my lips. "Yes. The first time you are going to scream, but I promise you I'll show you how good it can be," I assured her. She gulped in fear but smiled with wanton lust in her eyes. I played with her cunt and my cock, doing tiny penetrations until Barbie lost it in a screaming, ear-splitting orgasm, "God loves me, God loves me, God Loves ME!!!!" She followed that up by collapsing against me and burying my face in her ample bosom. I couldn't help myself; I took an overly sensitive nipple into my lips. "Oh, oh, oh, baby, that hurts; that hur, she whispered hoarsely until I relented. That didn't stop her from hugging me tightly to her chest though. "Barbie Lynn, go over to my kit and get the Vaseline," I ordered her after a bit. "Why do I have to do it?" she teased me. "I love to watch your ass wiggle when you leave and the way your bare breasts bounce when you come back," I confessed. Once more she came on with this deep kiss and a winning smile, then she did as I asked and the view was definitely as delicious as I'd hoped. She quickly resumed her position over me, shimmying to the point I was afraid I'd actually press my cock too far into her cunt. Barbie was biting her lip while we played with her virginal fire; I knew I had to do something and that was to pop the top of the lubricant and rub two fingers deep into her back door. "Here we go," I cautioned her, "I'll be slow and gentle. We are taking our time so don't worry about tensing up, I'll deal." She gave me a nod, then went back to tempting fate. I was finding more and more to lust over with Barbie. When my right index finger brushed her pink star, she didn't flinch one bit. She kept her rotation going and I slipped in a finger without much protest or resistance. I let this finger slip in and out for a minute, sinking in deeper every few thrusts. To distract her, I moved my left hand between us and slipped two fingers into her cunt. That, along with the touch of my cock, got her off. Barbie bounced harder so I was forced to put a third finger in the way of my cock penetrating her, plus I pressed the knuckle of my thumb against her clit. For a second Barbie Lynn seemed at a loss of what to do, but one look at my parted lips, panting from the excitement, convinced her to feed one magnificent nipple into my mouth while she played with the other one before my eyes. She teased me so I stuck a second finger up her ass. Barbie bucked and moaned but if she was in any pain, she hid it well. "Do you want to know something?" she struggled to say, hovering over me. I nodded. "It took a grand total of seven minutes for the last two boys I was with to cum all over my tits. I don't know how long we've been going at it but Lord Almighty, I'm so happy I was given this dorm. This is going to be the best year ever." "I'm working on it," I gasped as I twitched and pushed my fingers around. "I'm glad you are my Dorm Mother." "Oh, oh, oh, oh, the other girls are so jealous that I have you," she panted. "They wanted to know what it would take to steal you away." "I hope you understand that I want to stay here with you," I groaned. Barbie Lynn stopped moving for a moment, accepting me and my honest desire. "Put it in," she begged. "It will hurt," I assured her. "I don't care," she looked at me hungrily. I pulled my hand out of her cunt and rolled her to my side while still keeping my other fingers pumping in her ass. Maneuvering around so that I had her head on my pillow and ass sticking up took some thought. I pushed a third finger in quickly. Barbie gasped audibly, pulled away instinctively, then caught herself and pushed back against my hand. She whimpered and choked back a sob. I withdrew my fingers and covered my cock with some hastily scooped glob of Vaseline. Barbie looked back to me in quivering anticipation. Before she spoke I lined my cock up with her anus and started pushing. Barbie Lynn shut her eyes, bit her lower lip and smiled lustfully. "Oh!" she groaned, as I slipped past her anal ring. I knew enough to hesitate before the next push, then the next. "Please," she whimpered. I stopped moving. "Please give me all of it," she completed. "Don't hold back." I pushed harder not waiting for her to adjust. "Ah!" she cried out. I stopped and she responded with a, "No, no, no, Zane, please don't stop." "I don't want to hurt you," I groaned. "It hurts a lot but I like that you are the one doing it to me. Please, I want you inside of me, all the way in," she whimpered. I pushed all the way in steadily until my crotch pushed her scrumptious ass cheeks apart. As I rested for a moment, I felt Barbie Lynn's fingers reach between her legs and start to massage my balls. I pulled back while she moaned loudly, her cries echoing throughout the massive glass covered chamber. Despite the low lamplight around my bed, I realized now that we could be seen from the solariums on the roofs of the other dorms. There wasn't much I could, or would, do about that now. I started a slowly intensifying pace in and out of Barbie's ass and she met me with the thrust of her hips and a sensual moaning from her throat. I could tell she was pushing one set of fingers into her snatch while the other worked over her clit. Once we were in total symmetry I slapped her playfully on one ass cheek. "Oh, God, Zane, do it again. I've been bad," was Barbie's lusty declaration. I smacked down across the other cheek. "Harder, Zane, I've been really bad." Another spank and, "I've been much worse than that," she panted. SMACK! and a yelp. "That's it!" she gasped. I kept up the spanking and each blow made her anal muscles contract, virtually grabbing and twisting my cock inside her. "Ah, Jesus Loves Me!!!!" Barbie Lynn squealed as her strongest orgasm to date overwhelmed her and then me. I'd never felt that kind of empathy with another lover like I was feeling with this blonde enchantress. Barbie bucked up against me, slamming her ass against my crotch with painful ferocity as my seed plunged into the depths of her bowels. Barbie Lynn, now virtually sitting in my lap, crested orgasm after orgasm as the heat of each burst of my semen burned new pathways of ecstasy inside her rectum. "Oh, oh, oh, oh," she stammered as her fluids flowed down our legs in a slow steady stream. "Please, Zane , " "Yes?" I panted. "Promise me, promise me we'll do this again," she gasped as she now pressed her sweat-slick back against my upper body. "Again," I thrust into her, "and again, and again," I promised. Barbie Lynn put one hand around to the back of my neck and the other, leaning forward. She drew me into her and we slowly arched forward until the weight of our bodies tumbled us to the bed. Barbie's outstretched arm touched the mattress first and absorbed most of our momentum. Still, I ended up pressing on her and I soon propped myself up so my weight wouldn't suffocate her. As I stationed myself there, panting along with her from our mutual exhaustion, Barbie rolled over so that we were once more face to face. She had this beatific happiness about her that I doubt I'll ever forget. "I, I was afraid I'd regret this, and you," she grinned lazily. "Do you?" I questioned. "Yes. I regret I didn't take you back to my room and do this yesterday. I regret that we have to go to early classes tomorrow. I regret having to share you with nine hundred other women. And I regret you weren't here with me two years ago," she murmured heartily. "I'm going to sit here and bask in my over-stuffed sense of accomplishment," I faux-gloated. "You do a guy's ego good." "Speaking of over-stuffed, can I please, please have one more, please?" she begged playfully. "You are my Dorm Mother and I really should try to keep you happy, so, I related with feigned reluctance. "That's right," she giggled, "you really need to keep me happy. Please show me how you plan to do that." After another serious exploration of our sexuality, Barbie Lynn curled up against my chest, making this deep cat-like rumbling noise. "Do you always talk to Christina over breakfast?" I inquired. "Yes, I always do. If she asks about you, I, I'm going to tell her the truth," she answered. I didn't ask what that would be so she did. "Aren't you worried about what I will say?" "No. I trust you, Barbie. You'll tell her what you need to tell her; truth, lie, or evasion, it is all your business, not mine," I explained. "Well, I'm going to tell her in every minute detail what you did with, to, and for me tonight, and I promise you she's going to race back and change her panties," she sighed happily. From a morning shower to a Heavenly night. Sharing Umbrellas Tuesday: My schedule which the Chancellor had been set in stone, had me in sole custody of the fifth-floor bathroom from five forty-five until six, so I was grateful that only six girls were waiting for me when I arrived. At some level I was sure they expected me to say something and I was pretty sure they hadn't really articulated what they wanted. I said nothing and edged past them. The bravest one, Opal, followed quickly after me, though I had that special moment of taking off my robe in front of her as I readied for my shower. Somehow the blood of Homer's Amazons had entered this school's student body because Opal met my bluff with her buff (body) and crawled under her own water stream once the water was steamy. As I started washing my hair, I caught sight of another girl moving in on my far side. I did my best to remain nonchalant and managed to get my hair clean before they made their move. "Zane," Opal asked innocently, "would you wash my back?" I smiled, nodded, and took the bottle of liquid soap from her hands. I poured some into my palms before placing the bottle on the closest shelf. I started rubbing it onto her shoulders and down her back. The placement of our bodies was complicated by my emergent erection. I worked my way down her back until I touched, then parted and cupped, her ass. I pressed my body against her back with my cock taking a few moments decide on whether it would go up, in, or in between. Finally it slipped up until my cock rested warmly on her back. Opal was totally overtaken by events and simply stood there as I slowly rubbed my body up and down against her back. She looked over her shoulder speculatively as I reached past her for more liquid soap and poured some into my hand. Bottle put aside, I shared the soap with the off-hand before starting to rub down the front of her shoulders. "Put your hands behind your back," I whispered into Opal's ear. She was initially hesitant, then started putting them behind her back where she brushed against my cock, and again before she wrapped her hands around it and began slowly stroking it with a soapy grip. While she was working on my morning wood I made slow circles down to her breasts. Her nipples came alive under my fingertips. I first coaxed them, then plucked them, and finally pinched them tightly as I handled the rest of her breasts roughly. Opal began panting, moaning, and undulating her whole body against mine. I couldn't stop myself from kissing her on the crux of her jaw and neck. "Oh, Oh, Oh, Opal began to gasp. I felt her body start to tremble under my touch so I hunted for that most sensitive place with my tongue and bit into that spot on her neck sharply. Opal slammed hard into me, bouncing up and down on her toes like some sudsy, hot vibrator against my cock, if only I had the time. "Ah, she sobbed in joy. Even after the orgasm settled, Opal kept gyrating against me. "This wasn't what I had in mind," Opal moaned. Whoops! "My apology," I told her, and started separating from her, but she held firm. "Oh, no, you don't. Maybe you misunderstood me. This was more, much more than I expected. I'm glad you are superior to your hype. Can we do this tomorrow morning?" "Hmm, how about we see what comes up then?" I evaded. As I backed away, the girl on the other side held out her soap bottle expectantly. "Sorry, but I need to get out of here before girls, other girls show up," I explained to her. "Brigit; my name is Brigit," she filled me in. "Can we do, that, tomorrow?" By 'that,' I assume she meant my version of the soapy body rub. "Okay," I said, "how about calling Iona and figuring out how you ladies want to handle my shower visits, though I would like to point out the Administration believes I'm in here alone." "Do you want us to stay away?" Opal asked cautiously. "Opal, Brigit, I would rather go through life minus one testicle than miss spending time with any of you ladies but I don't want anyone unwittingly getting into trouble because of me," I answered. "Since you need to be going," Opal teased, "let me help." "I'll help too," Brigit insisted. I'm going to be a while deciding exactly how I rate being shaved by one girl while getting a blowjob from another at the same time. My facial expression caused Rio to laugh at me as I came back down to answer the door. It was around six thirty and I had only recently gotten back and put my school uniform on. "Either you've been hit by the world's softest two by four or you've already had sex at least once this morning," she chuckled. "Hey, Rio, Iona, come on in. It isn't like I could stop you," I joked. "So, did you take her temperature, kick up her heels, or give her an attitude adjustment?" Rio teased as we headed up. Iona looked confused and expected me to be either equally confused or give her an explanation. I was confused, which made Rio laugh louder. "Taking her temperature equals blowjob; kicking up the heels is straight-up fucking, and attitude adjustment is anal sex, jeesh, people," Rio berated us. Once we came to my island of civilization in the wilderness of the Solarium, Iona looked around curiously; this may have been the first men's bedroom she'd ever seen. Rio walked over to my bed, was about to plop down in it, then studied it for a second and gawked at me. "Damn, Zane, what happened last night? How many girls did you have up here?" she grinned maniacally. I sighed and rolled my eyes. "One," I admitted. "How did you know?" "Peach lip gloss and teeth marks on the pillow, several sets, so, You Go Boy!" she explained. "Plus, your bed smells of Vaseline, baby oil, sweat, Secret deodorant, and a good deal of fuck juice, the female variety. Then there is the matter of, she drew forth a long blonde hair, "you not being blonde." "This was not on the list!" squawked Iona. "Lip gloss, teeth marks?" "That means he fucked her ass long and hard, Iona," Rio explained to her far less experienced classmate, "and she came back for more, and more." Iona stole a look my way, hoping I'd deny everything, but I made eye contact with her and nodded. She looked disappointed in me, which oddly made me feel bad inside. "Snap out of it, Iona," Rio snorted. Iona still looked hurt. "What is more likely, Zane went trolling the lower levels for a girl to sex up, or a girl snuck up here and jumped him in his bed?" "Oh," Iona gasped, now more pleased. Apparently, me being nearly raped in my own bed was okay with her. From my point of view, I can try to understand women or I can appreciate them for what they willingly offer me. If a woman wants me to treat her like a Sphinx, I'll leap at the challenge. One day I'm sure I'll find a woman not worth this kind of effort but I'm not there yet. I had finished getting dressed and was making toward the stairs when the door at the bottom opened and Barbie Lynn came bounding up. She took in my two companions without missing her stride before bouncing up to me. "Hey, Zane," she purred. "I wanted to make sure you hadn't overslept." "Thanks, I appreciate the concern, but I slept great last night. Waking up feeling that good is always a pleasure. How did you sleep?" I responded. "I tossed and turned," she pouted. "I was missing something I couldn't put my hands on. If I can't figure out what that is I'll be up pacing the halls well past midnight tonight." Rio stepped behind Barbie and made a gagging motion. "So, Barbie Lynn," Rio requested, "do you have any lip gloss I could use?" Barbie turned around and pulled a micro-jar that she handed to Rio. "Umm, peach flavored," Rio revealed vindictively. At some point I am sure Rio will show restraint; my challenge now is living long enough to see it. Rio spanked Barbie Lynn hard on the ass and the Dorm Mother yelped in surprise and pain. "Ow," gasped Barbie Lynn, glaring at Rio. I moved an arm around Barbie and pulled her close, a gesture she comfortably molded into. "I'm sorry," Rio snickered, "but you have such a wonderful posterior BLT, I know it is a sin if no one appreciates it." "BLT?" I cautioned Rio, and by that I intoned that the next spanking was likely going to be administered to her by me. "Barbie Lynn Tease," Rio grinned, daring me to step up. As I handed my book bag to Iona, Rio squealed in delight and raced down the stairs. I was right behind her and I would have undoubtedly caught and punished her on the fifth floor if not for one thing. "Zane, I'm here for your breakfast duty," a sophomore I was to learn was named Emanuela commanded, Handmaiden's Duty. Technically she should wait until I was outside, but, eh. They nailed Rio seconds before she could turn and gloat at me. "Front or back?" I politely requested of Emanuela, who was thankfully on my schedule. "Front or back?" she wondered. "Do you want me to carry you like this?" I asked, as I swept her up in my arms. She was light enough, including book bag, for me to make it to the Dining Hall without too much effort. "What is back?" she gasped. "Piggyback," I explained. "Oh. I like this way much better," she informed me. I started making my way through the crowd when I caught sight of Barbie Lynn and Iona coming down the stairs. Seeing my situation, Barbie put an arm around Iona and whispered something to her. Iona was already carrying my books and I had the feeling that Barbie knew I liked Iona so she was going to look after the small freshman for me. Breakfast came and went and I found myself cornered and 'forced' to escort another girl to Assembly. She asked me if I'd prefer being covered with whipped cream or honey. I reminded her that whipped cream was cold but honey left a sticky residue, I suggested trying icing. At Assembly, the heavens broke and a hard rain set in as we got ready to disperse. The problem came when it was realized that many girls hadn't packed an umbrella. The answer for most was to take an umbrella from a freshman, which I found unsatisfactory. I had a sudden burst of insight as the first freshmen girls paled at the thought of being soaked through to the bone. I grabbed Iona and then made a beeline for Christina. None of what followed would have been possible without the understanding of a girl I didn't know, Pandora Jaspers. Her plan was for me to take my umbrella and cover us both as we went to class, but when I told her 'I have a plan,' she nodded and went along for the ride. Certainly we were a strange group that approached Christina Buchanan. "Yes?" questioned Christina with her bemused expression as I came to a halt before her and her court. Chastity smiled, Heaven seethed, Faith looked uncertain, and the fifth girl was a cipher. "I think I can do something about this rain," I said urgently. Christina didn't laugh but I had a feeling Pandora wanted to strangle me. "Go on," Christina commanded. "We make a covered walkway of umbrellas, held by freshmen, to protect everyone go

In this episode of High Theory, Laura Stamm talks about the biopic. One of the oldest forms of narrative cinema, biographical pictures are a mainstay of the medium today. Early biopics played an important role in public health discourse, representing the discoveries of science and the lives of scientists, which in turn led queer artists to adopt the genre in response to the AIDS crisis. Laura's book, The Queer Biopic in the AIDS Era (Oxford UP, 2022), asks why queer filmmakers repeatedly produced biographical films of queer individuals living and dead throughout the years surrounding the AIDS crisis. These films evoke the genre's history building up lives worthy of admiration and emulation and the parallel history of representing lives damaged. By portraying lives damaged by inconceivable loss, queer filmmakers challenge the illusion of a coherent self presumably reinforced by the biopic genre and in doing so, their films open the potential for new means of connection and relationality. In the episode Laura references many films, including the Greta Garbo film Queen Christina (1933); Freud: The Secret Passion (1962); The Story of Louis Pasteur (1936); Dr. Ehrlich's Magic Bullet (1940); John Greyson's musical Zero Patience (1993); and the Amy Winehouse biopic Back to Black (2024). Her research extends beyond the 1980s moment of crisis, and in the episode she gives a good explainer pre-code Hollywood and (briefly) the New Queer Cinema of the 1990s. If you were interested in this episode and want to learn more about queer representation in US popular culture, check out Margaret Galvan's episode on Visibility. Laura Stamm is Assistant Professor of Health Humanities and Bioethics and Director of Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion for Department of Medicine at University of Rochester. She completed her PhD in Film and Media Studies and Gender, Sexuality, and Women's Studies at the University of Pittsburgh. Dr. Stamm's research interests broadly focuses on LGBTQ+ health, transgender studies, and medicine in visual culture. Beyond the book discussed here, her work has recently appeared in the edited collection New Queer Television: From Marginalization to Mainstream (Intellect Press, 2024) and Synapsis on “From the Clinic to the Talk Show: Narratives of Trans History in Framing Agnes.” The image for this episode shows photographs by Rob Corder of photographs by Peter Hujar of two queer artists, the sculptor Louise Nevelson and the writer, photographer, film maker, etc., David Wojnarowicz. Left: Peter Hujar, "Louise Nevelson (II), 1969". Gelatin silver print (1934-1987) Morgan Library. BAM Right: Peter Hujar, "David Wojnarowicz", 1981. Gelatin silver print (1934-1987) Menschel Collection. BAM Photos by Rob Corder. We do not own these images, but we do like them. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/new-books-network

In this episode of High Theory, Laura Stamm talks about the biopic. One of the oldest forms of narrative cinema, biographical pictures are a mainstay of the medium today. Early biopics played an important role in public health discourse, representing the discoveries of science and the lives of scientists, which in turn led queer artists to adopt the genre in response to the AIDS crisis. Laura's book, The Queer Biopic in the AIDS Era (Oxford UP, 2022), asks why queer filmmakers repeatedly produced biographical films of queer individuals living and dead throughout the years surrounding the AIDS crisis. These films evoke the genre's history building up lives worthy of admiration and emulation and the parallel history of representing lives damaged. By portraying lives damaged by inconceivable loss, queer filmmakers challenge the illusion of a coherent self presumably reinforced by the biopic genre and in doing so, their films open the potential for new means of connection and relationality. In the episode Laura references many films, including the Greta Garbo film Queen Christina (1933); Freud: The Secret Passion (1962); The Story of Louis Pasteur (1936); Dr. Ehrlich's Magic Bullet (1940); John Greyson's musical Zero Patience (1993); and the Amy Winehouse biopic Back to Black (2024). Her research extends beyond the 1980s moment of crisis, and in the episode she gives a good explainer pre-code Hollywood and (briefly) the New Queer Cinema of the 1990s. If you were interested in this episode and want to learn more about queer representation in US popular culture, check out Margaret Galvan's episode on Visibility. Laura Stamm is Assistant Professor of Health Humanities and Bioethics and Director of Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion for Department of Medicine at University of Rochester. She completed her PhD in Film and Media Studies and Gender, Sexuality, and Women's Studies at the University of Pittsburgh. Dr. Stamm's research interests broadly focuses on LGBTQ+ health, transgender studies, and medicine in visual culture. Beyond the book discussed here, her work has recently appeared in the edited collection New Queer Television: From Marginalization to Mainstream (Intellect Press, 2024) and Synapsis on “From the Clinic to the Talk Show: Narratives of Trans History in Framing Agnes.” The image for this episode shows photographs by Rob Corder of photographs by Peter Hujar of two queer artists, the sculptor Louise Nevelson and the writer, photographer, film maker, etc., David Wojnarowicz. Left: Peter Hujar, "Louise Nevelson (II), 1969". Gelatin silver print (1934-1987) Morgan Library. BAM Right: Peter Hujar, "David Wojnarowicz", 1981. Gelatin silver print (1934-1987) Menschel Collection. BAM Photos by Rob Corder. We do not own these images, but we do like them. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/film

In this episode of High Theory, Laura Stamm talks about the biopic. One of the oldest forms of narrative cinema, biographical pictures are a mainstay of the medium today. Early biopics played an important role in public health discourse, representing the discoveries of science and the lives of scientists, which in turn led queer artists to adopt the genre in response to the AIDS crisis. Laura's book, The Queer Biopic in the AIDS Era (Oxford UP, 2022), asks why queer filmmakers repeatedly produced biographical films of queer individuals living and dead throughout the years surrounding the AIDS crisis. These films evoke the genre's history building up lives worthy of admiration and emulation and the parallel history of representing lives damaged. By portraying lives damaged by inconceivable loss, queer filmmakers challenge the illusion of a coherent self presumably reinforced by the biopic genre and in doing so, their films open the potential for new means of connection and relationality. In the episode Laura references many films, including the Greta Garbo film Queen Christina (1933); Freud: The Secret Passion (1962); The Story of Louis Pasteur (1936); Dr. Ehrlich's Magic Bullet (1940); John Greyson's musical Zero Patience (1993); and the Amy Winehouse biopic Back to Black (2024). Her research extends beyond the 1980s moment of crisis, and in the episode she gives a good explainer pre-code Hollywood and (briefly) the New Queer Cinema of the 1990s. If you were interested in this episode and want to learn more about queer representation in US popular culture, check out Margaret Galvan's episode on Visibility. Laura Stamm is Assistant Professor of Health Humanities and Bioethics and Director of Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion for Department of Medicine at University of Rochester. She completed her PhD in Film and Media Studies and Gender, Sexuality, and Women's Studies at the University of Pittsburgh. Dr. Stamm's research interests broadly focuses on LGBTQ+ health, transgender studies, and medicine in visual culture. Beyond the book discussed here, her work has recently appeared in the edited collection New Queer Television: From Marginalization to Mainstream (Intellect Press, 2024) and Synapsis on “From the Clinic to the Talk Show: Narratives of Trans History in Framing Agnes.” The image for this episode shows photographs by Rob Corder of photographs by Peter Hujar of two queer artists, the sculptor Louise Nevelson and the writer, photographer, film maker, etc., David Wojnarowicz. Left: Peter Hujar, "Louise Nevelson (II), 1969". Gelatin silver print (1934-1987) Morgan Library. BAM Right: Peter Hujar, "David Wojnarowicz", 1981. Gelatin silver print (1934-1987) Menschel Collection. BAM Photos by Rob Corder. We do not own these images, but we do like them. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/performing-arts

In this episode of High Theory, Laura Stamm talks about the biopic. One of the oldest forms of narrative cinema, biographical pictures are a mainstay of the medium today. Early biopics played an important role in public health discourse, representing the discoveries of science and the lives of scientists, which in turn led queer artists to adopt the genre in response to the AIDS crisis. Laura's book, The Queer Biopic in the AIDS Era (Oxford UP, 2022), asks why queer filmmakers repeatedly produced biographical films of queer individuals living and dead throughout the years surrounding the AIDS crisis. These films evoke the genre's history building up lives worthy of admiration and emulation and the parallel history of representing lives damaged. By portraying lives damaged by inconceivable loss, queer filmmakers challenge the illusion of a coherent self presumably reinforced by the biopic genre and in doing so, their films open the potential for new means of connection and relationality. In the episode Laura references many films, including the Greta Garbo film Queen Christina (1933); Freud: The Secret Passion (1962); The Story of Louis Pasteur (1936); Dr. Ehrlich's Magic Bullet (1940); John Greyson's musical Zero Patience (1993); and the Amy Winehouse biopic Back to Black (2024). Her research extends beyond the 1980s moment of crisis, and in the episode she gives a good explainer pre-code Hollywood and (briefly) the New Queer Cinema of the 1990s. If you were interested in this episode and want to learn more about queer representation in US popular culture, check out Margaret Galvan's episode on Visibility. Laura Stamm is Assistant Professor of Health Humanities and Bioethics and Director of Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion for Department of Medicine at University of Rochester. She completed her PhD in Film and Media Studies and Gender, Sexuality, and Women's Studies at the University of Pittsburgh. Dr. Stamm's research interests broadly focuses on LGBTQ+ health, transgender studies, and medicine in visual culture. Beyond the book discussed here, her work has recently appeared in the edited collection New Queer Television: From Marginalization to Mainstream (Intellect Press, 2024) and Synapsis on “From the Clinic to the Talk Show: Narratives of Trans History in Framing Agnes.” The image for this episode shows photographs by Rob Corder of photographs by Peter Hujar of two queer artists, the sculptor Louise Nevelson and the writer, photographer, film maker, etc., David Wojnarowicz. Left: Peter Hujar, "Louise Nevelson (II), 1969". Gelatin silver print (1934-1987) Morgan Library. BAM Right: Peter Hujar, "David Wojnarowicz", 1981. Gelatin silver print (1934-1987) Menschel Collection. BAM Photos by Rob Corder. We do not own these images, but we do like them. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/lgbtq-studies

In this episode of High Theory, Laura Stamm talks about the biopic. One of the oldest forms of narrative cinema, biographical pictures are a mainstay of the medium today. Early biopics played an important role in public health discourse, representing the discoveries of science and the lives of scientists, which in turn led queer artists to adopt the genre in response to the AIDS crisis. Laura's book, The Queer Biopic in the AIDS Era (Oxford UP, 2022), asks why queer filmmakers repeatedly produced biographical films of queer individuals living and dead throughout the years surrounding the AIDS crisis. These films evoke the genre's history building up lives worthy of admiration and emulation and the parallel history of representing lives damaged. By portraying lives damaged by inconceivable loss, queer filmmakers challenge the illusion of a coherent self presumably reinforced by the biopic genre and in doing so, their films open the potential for new means of connection and relationality. In the episode Laura references many films, including the Greta Garbo film Queen Christina (1933); Freud: The Secret Passion (1962); The Story of Louis Pasteur (1936); Dr. Ehrlich's Magic Bullet (1940); John Greyson's musical Zero Patience (1993); and the Amy Winehouse biopic Back to Black (2024). Her research extends beyond the 1980s moment of crisis, and in the episode she gives a good explainer pre-code Hollywood and (briefly) the New Queer Cinema of the 1990s. If you were interested in this episode and want to learn more about queer representation in US popular culture, check out Margaret Galvan's episode on Visibility. Laura Stamm is Assistant Professor of Health Humanities and Bioethics and Director of Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion for Department of Medicine at University of Rochester. She completed her PhD in Film and Media Studies and Gender, Sexuality, and Women's Studies at the University of Pittsburgh. Dr. Stamm's research interests broadly focuses on LGBTQ+ health, transgender studies, and medicine in visual culture. Beyond the book discussed here, her work has recently appeared in the edited collection New Queer Television: From Marginalization to Mainstream (Intellect Press, 2024) and Synapsis on “From the Clinic to the Talk Show: Narratives of Trans History in Framing Agnes.” The image for this episode shows photographs by Rob Corder of photographs by Peter Hujar of two queer artists, the sculptor Louise Nevelson and the writer, photographer, film maker, etc., David Wojnarowicz. Left: Peter Hujar, "Louise Nevelson (II), 1969". Gelatin silver print (1934-1987) Morgan Library. BAM Right: Peter Hujar, "David Wojnarowicz", 1981. Gelatin silver print (1934-1987) Menschel Collection. BAM Photos by Rob Corder. We do not own these images, but we do like them.

Gustavus Adolphus's daughter and successor Queen Christina had no time for fashion or suitors, but she loved culture and intellectual pursuits. She was mighty impressed by continental art, literature and philosophy. Maybe a little too impressed.

Being a part of a royal family might seem enticing. But more often than not, it comes at the expense of everything else – like your freedom, your privacy, and sometimes, even your head. Even the Royals is a podcast from Wondery that pulls back the curtain on royal families, past and present from all over the world, to show you the darker side of what it means to be royalty. This is just a preview of Even the Royals. Listen to the full episode wherever you get your podcasts, or at Wondery.fm/royals_historyteatime Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Fluent Fiction - Swedish: Autumn Leaves and New Beginnings in Stockholm's Old Town Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.org/autumn-leaves-and-new-beginnings-in-stockholms-old-town Story Transcript:Sv: Gamla Stan var klädd i höstiga färger.En: The Old Town was dressed in autumn colors.Sv: De gamla gatorna var fyllda med brinnande gula och orange löv.En: The old streets were filled with blazing yellow and orange leaves.Sv: Luften var frisk och klar.En: The air was fresh and clear.Sv: Oskar drog in ett djupt andetag i den friska morgonbrisen medan han väntade på att turistgruppen skulle samlas.En: Oskar took a deep breath in the crisp morning breeze as he waited for the tourist group to gather.Sv: Han älskade historia.En: He loved history.Sv: Det var som att varje sten i Gamla Stan hade en berättelse att dela.En: It was as if every stone in the Old Town had a story to tell.Sv: Oskar kollade på sin klocka och försökte samla mod.En: Oskar checked his watch and tried to gather courage.Sv: Han var nyfiken på att se vem som skulle dyka upp för dagens vandring.En: He was curious to see who would show up for today's tour.Sv: Snart skulle Oskar få syn på en nykomling i gruppen - Linnea.En: Soon, Oskar would catch sight of a new addition to the group - Linnea.Sv: Linnea, en ung konststudent, stod försiktigt vid sidan av gruppen.En: Linnea, a young art student, stood cautiously at the side of the group.Sv: Hon hade kommit till Stockholm i jakt på inspiration.En: She had come to Stockholm in search of inspiration.Sv: Gamla Stan, tänkte hon, var full av historia och hade de perfekta motiv för hennes nästa konstverk.En: The Old Town, she thought, was full of history and had the perfect subjects for her next artwork.Sv: Men hon var fortfarande lite reserverad.En: Yet, she was still a bit reserved.Sv: Hon var van att arbeta ensam.En: She was used to working alone.Sv: Guiden började turen med berättelser om Kungliga slottet.En: The guide began the tour with stories about the Royal Palace.Sv: Oskar stod bredvid Linnea, och han märkte hennes intresse när guiden beskrev slottens gamla festligheter.En: Oskar stood next to Linnea and noticed her interest when the guide described the palace's old festivities.Sv: Han kunde inte låta bli att känna en gnista av spänning.En: He couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement.Sv: Kanske, tänkte han, kunde hon dela hans passion för historien.En: Maybe, he thought, she could share his passion for history.Sv: När gruppen nådde Stortorget tog de en paus.En: When the group reached Stortorget, they took a break.Sv: Oskar såg sin chans.En: Oskar saw his chance.Sv: "Vad tyckte du om guiden?"En: "What did you think of the guide?"Sv: frågade han lite tafatt.En: he asked a bit awkwardly.Sv: Linnea log blygt.En: Linnea smiled shyly.Sv: "Det var fascinerande," svarade hon.En: "It was fascinating," she replied.Sv: "Jag visste inte att slottet användes på det sättet."En: "I didn't know the palace was used in that way."Sv: De började prata om sina favoritpersoner från historien.En: They started talking about their favorite historical figures.Sv: Oskar berättade om Gustav Vasa med stor entusiasm.En: Oskar spoke about Gustav Vasa with great enthusiasm.Sv: Linneas ögon lyste upp när hon nämnde Drottning Kristina, en kvinna hon beundrade för hennes oberoende och framåtanda.En: Linnea's eyes lit up when she mentioned Queen Christina, a woman she admired for her independence and progressive spirit.Sv: De fann att de kunde prata obehindrat om sina passioner.En: They found that they could speak freely about their passions.Sv: När turen var över, stod de tillsammans på den smala gatan.En: When the tour was over, they stood together on the narrow street.Sv: "Kanske vi kan fortsätta utforska," föreslog Oskar.En: "Maybe we can continue exploring," Oskar suggested.Sv: Hans hjärta slog lite snabbare.En: His heart beat a little faster.Sv: "Det finns ett historiskt museum i närheten."En: "There's a historical museum nearby."Sv: Linnea tvekade ett ögonblick men kände ett nyfiken puls.En: Linnea hesitated for a moment but felt a curious urge.Sv: "Det låter bra," sa hon och log.En: "That sounds nice," she said, smiling.Sv: De gick tillsammans vidare ner för Gamla Stans gator, med löv som virvlade omkring dem.En: They walked together further down the streets of the Old Town, with leaves swirling around them.Sv: Under deras promenad fann Oskar modet att vara sig själv.En: During their walk, Oskar found the courage to be himself.Sv: Linnea kände också att hon kunde ta chansen att öppna sig.En: Linnea also felt she could take the chance to open up.Sv: Den dagen blev början på något nytt för dem båda.En: That day marked the beginning of something new for both of them.Sv: Oskar upptäckte att han kunde dela sin passion.En: Oskar discovered he could share his passion.Sv: Och Linnea upptäckte att öppna sig för nya människor kunde ge hennes konst mer djup och inspiration.En: And Linnea learned that opening up to new people could bring more depth and inspiration to her art.Sv: De fortsatte deras utforskningsresa tillsammans, både i Gamla Stan och i livet.En: They continued their journey of exploration together, both in the Old Town and in life.Sv: I deras nyfunna vänskap fanns en början på en vacker historia.En: In their newfound friendship was the beginning of a beautiful story. 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In this episode, I spoke with author Kurt Jensen about his book "Peerless Rouben Mamoulian, Hollywood, and Broadway.  A proud Armenian who claimed a distant link to nobility, born in what was then part of czarist Russia, Rouben Mamoulian (1897–1987) was one of the most astonishing and confounding figures in American film and theater, directing the original stage productions of Porgy and Bess, Carousel, and Oklahoma!, as well as films including Love Me Tonight, Queen Christina, City Streets, and Silk Stockings. He was famously fired from the film version of Porgy and Bess in a dispute over publicity and quit Cleopatra after arguments over a single scene. Mamoulian's mercurial confidence and autocratic tendencies were among the reasons he had a reputation for being uncompromising. This frustrating mix of genius and stubbornness, of critical successes and financial flops, has proven challenging for biographers. 

Welcome to the Instant Trivia podcast episode 1173, where we ask the best trivia on the Internet. Round 1. Category: Historic Classifieds 1: "FSBO." this "vast region including Aleutian Islands. $7.2 million OBO". Alaska. 2: In 431 he would have jumped at the ad "Bishop needed for Celtic island. Must have shamrock". St. Patrick. 3: Situation wanted: this "ex-naval minister seeks post, nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears, sweat". Winston Churchill. 4: In 1508 he may have successfully responded to "Chapel painter needed. Strong neck a must". Michelangelo. 5: In the 1660s she could have advertised, "Experienced queen seeks throne. Catholic countries only". Queen Christina of Sweden. Round 2. Category: 1995 Cars 1: This company has a new ragtop Celica. Toyota. 2: Pontiac's Sunfire replaced this other "Sun" model. the Sunbird. 3: Its new XJ6 sedan has a base price of $53,450; its XJ12, $77,250. Jaguar. 4: This Japanese automaker's Odyssey is its first minivan. Honda. 5: Its Integra LS is Consumer Reports' top recommended small car. Acura. Round 3. Category: Tough Chicks 1: Yvonne Craig on TV and Alicia Silverstone on film played this hero. Batgirl. 2: This New Zealander hung up her chakram in 2001. Lucy Lawless. 3: As this hero, Lynda Carter was in her satin tights, fighting for her rights. Wonder Woman. 4: She was played on TV by Diana Rigg and on film by Uma Thurman. Emma Peel. 5: She was a kick as Yu Shu Lien in "Crouching Tiger" and Wai Lin in "Tomorrow Never Dies". Michelle Yeoh. Round 4. Category: Comedians 1: Comic whose "trial by fire" fueled his comedy routines. Richard Pryor. 2: Michael Palin was one of "the knights who say 'Ni'" in a 1975 film by this comedy troupe. Monty Python. 3: His teaming with Dean Martin lasted 10 years - 1946 to 1956. Jerry Lewis. 4: Before he became Mork from Ork, he studied acting with John Houseman at Juilliard. Robin Williams. 5: After walking the beat with Nick Nolte, he's on his own in "Beverly Hills Cop". Eddie Murphy. Round 5. Category: Transportation In Song 1: In "The Christmas Song, "They know that Santa's on his way, he's loaded lots of toys and goodies on" this. his sleigh. 2: A hotel party inspired Steven Tyler to write, "Love In" one of these, "livin' it up when I'm goin' down". an elevator. 3: In "Dead Man's Curve" the driver of a Jaguar XK-E challenged the driver of this Chevy sports car to a drag race. a (Stingray) Corvette. 4: Day-o! This Harry Belafonte calypso favorite was featured in a raucous dinner scene in the film "Beetlejuice". the "Banana Boat" (song). 5: In "The Letter" the Box Tops didn't have "time to make the fast train", so they got a ticket on this. an airplane. Thanks for listening! Come back tomorrow for more exciting trivia!Special thanks to https://blog.feedspot.com/trivia_podcasts/ AI Voices used

Throughout history, across cultures and in every walk of life, there have always been people whose identity went beyond the two-gender mold. And those who do not fit the gender assigned to them at birth. Though people in the past did not often have the concepts, terminology or relative freedom we have today, there are many notable historic figures whom historians speculate were likely transgender or non-binary. LGBT+ Elagabalus, Emperor of Rome (204 - 222) Nzinga of Ndongo and Matamba (1583 – 1663) Queen Christina of Sweden (1626 – 1689) Edward Hyde, 3rd Earl of Clarendon (1661 – 1723) Chevalier d'Éon (1728 – 1810) Sir Ewan Forbes, 11th Baronet of Craigievar (1912 – 1991) Join me every Tuesday when I'm Spilling the Tea on History! Check out my Youtube Channel: https://www.youtube.com/c/lindsayholiday Follow me on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100091781568503 Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/historyteatimelindsayholiday/ Tik Tok: https://www.tiktok.com/@historyteatime Please consider supporting me at https://www.patreon.com/LindsayHoliday and help me make more fascinating episodes! Intro Music: Baroque Coffee House by Doug Maxwell Music: Brandenburg Concerto No4-1 BWV1049 - Classical Whimsical by Kevin MacLeod is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 license. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ Source: http://incompetech.com/music/royalty-free/index.html?isrc=USUAN1100303 Artist: http://incompetech.com/ #HistoryTeaTime #LindsayHoliday Please contact advertising@airwavemedia.com if you would like to advertise on this podcast. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Solving the riddle of Heaven.A Spring Break 14-part NovelBy FinalStand. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.“Oh, oh, oh, baby…that hurts; that hur-…” she whispered hoarsely until I relented. That didn't stop her from hugging me tightly to her chest though.“Barbie Lynn, go over to my kit and get the Vaseline,” I ordered her after a bit.“Why do I have to do it?” she teased me.“I love to watch your ass wiggle when you leave and the way your bare breasts bounce when you come back,” I confessed. Once more she came on with this deep kiss and a winning smile, then she did as I asked and the view was definitely as delicious as I'd hoped.She quickly resumed her position over me, shimmying to the point I was afraid I'd actually press my cock too far into her vagina.Barbie was biting her lip while we played with her virginal fire; I knew I had to do something and that was to pop the top of the lubricant and rub two fingers deep into her back door.“Here we go,” I cautioned her, “I'll be slow and gentle. We are taking our time so don't worry about tensing up – I'll deal.” She gave me a nod, then went back to tempting fate.I was finding more and more to lust over with Barbie. When my right index finger brushed her pink star, she didn't flinch one bit. She kept her rotation going and I slipped in a finger without much protest or resistance. I let this finger slip in and out for a minute, sinking in deeper every few thrusts. To distract her, I moved my left hand between us and slipped two fingers into her pussy.That, along with the touch of my penis, got her off. Barbie bounced harder so I was forced to put a third finger in the way of my cock penetrating her, plus I pressed the knuckle of my thumb against her clit. For a second Barbie Lynn seemed at a loss of what to do, but one look at my parted lips, panting from the excitement, convinced her to feed one magnificent nipple into my mouth while she played with the other one before my eyes.She teased me so I stuck a second finger up her ass. Barbie bucked and moaned but if she was in any pain, she hid it well.“Do you want to know something?” she struggled to say, hovering over me. I nodded. “It took a grand total of seven minutes for the last two boys I was with to cum all over my tits. I don't know how long we've been going at it but Lord Almighty, I'm so happy I was given this dorm. This is going to be the best year ever.”“I'm working on it,” I gasped as I twitched and pushed my fingers around. “I'm glad you are my Dorm Mother.”“Oh, oh, oh, oh…the other girls are so jealous that I have you,” she panted. “They wanted to know what it would take to steal you away.”“I hope you understand that I want to stay here with you,” I groaned.Barbie Lynn stopped moving for a moment, accepting me and my honest desire.“Put it in,” she begged.“It will hurt,” I assured her.“I don't care,” she looked at me hungrily. I pulled my hand out of her cunt and rolled her to my side while still keeping my other fingers pumping in her ass.Maneuvering around so that I had her head on my pillow and ass sticking up took some thought. I pushed a third finger in quickly. Barbie gasped audibly, pulled away instinctively, then caught herself and pushed back against my hand. She whimpered and choked back a sob. I withdrew my fingers and covered my cock with some hastily scooped glob of Vaseline.Barbie looked back to me in quivering anticipation. Before she spoke I lined my cock up with her anus and started pushing. Barbie Lynn shut her eyes, bit her lower lip and smiled lustfully.“Oh!” she groaned, as I slipped past her anal ring. I knew enough to hesitate before the next push, then the next.“Please,” she whimpered. I stopped moving. “Please give me all of it,” she completed. “Don't hold back.” I pushed harder not waiting for her to adjust.“Aaahhh!” she cried out. I stopped and she responded with a, “No, no, no, Zane…please don't stop.”“I don't want to hurt you,” I groaned.“It hurts a lot but I like that you are the one doing it to me. Please, I want you inside of me, all the way in,” she whimpered. I pushed all the way in steadily until my crotch pushed her scrumptious ass cheeks apart. As I rested for a moment, I felt Barbie Lynn's fingers reach between her legs and start to massage my balls.I pulled back while she moaned loudly, her cries echoing throughout the massive glass covered chamber. Despite the low lamplight around my bed, I realized now that we could be seen from the solariums on the roofs of the other dorms. There wasn't much I could, or would, do about that now.I started a slowly intensifying pace in and out of Barbie's ass and she met me with the thrust of her hips and a sensual moaning from her throat. I could tell she was pushing one set of fingers into her snatch while the other worked over her clit. Once we were in total symmetry I slapped her playfully on one ass cheek.“Oh, God…Zane, do it again. I've been bad,” was Barbie's lusty declaration. I smacked down across the other cheek. “Harder, Zane, I've been really bad.” Another spank and, “I've been much worse than that,” she panted. SMACK! and a yelp. “That's it!” she gasped. I kept up the spanking and each blow made her anal muscles contract, virtually grabbing and twisting my cock inside her.“Ah…Jesus Loves Me!” Barbie Lynn squealed as her strongest orgasm to date overwhelmed her and then me. I'd never felt that kind of empathy with another lover like I was feeling with this blonde enchantress. Barbie bucked up against me, slamming her ass against my crotch with painful ferocity as my seed plunged into the depths of her bowels.Barbie Lynn, now virtually sitting in my lap, crested orgasm after orgasm as the heat of each burst of my semen burned new pathways of ecstasy inside her rectum.“Oh…oh…oh…oh,” she stammered as her fluids flowed down our legs in a slow steady stream. “Please, Zane …”“Yes?” I panted.“Promise me…promise me we'll do this again,” she gasped as she now pressed her sweat-slick back against my upper body.“Again,” I thrust into her, “and again, and again,” I promised. Barbie Lynn put one hand around to the back of my neck and the other, leaning forward.She drew me into her and we slowly arched forward until the weight of our bodies tumbled us to the bed. Barbie's outstretched arm touched the mattress first and absorbed most of our momentum. Still, I ended up pressing on her and I soon propped myself up so my weight wouldn't suffocate her.As I stationed myself there, panting along with her from our mutual exhaustion, Barbie rolled over so that we were once more face to face. She had this beatific happiness about her that I doubt I'll ever forget.“I…I was afraid I'd regret this…and you,” she grinned lazily.“Do you?” I questioned.“Yes. I regret I didn't take you back to my room and do this yesterday. I regret that we have to go to early classes tomorrow. I regret having to share you with nine hundred other women. And I regret you weren't here with me two years ago,” she murmured heartily.“I'm going to sit here and bask in my over-stuffed sense of accomplishment,” I faux-gloated. “You do a guy's ego good.”“Speaking of over-stuffed…can I please, please have one more…please?” she begged playfully.“You are my Dorm Mother and I really should try to keep you happy, so…” I related with feigned reluctance.“That's right,” she giggled, “you really need to keep me happy. Please show me how you plan to do that.”After another serious exploration of our sexuality, Barbie Lynn curled up against my chest, making this deep cat-like rumbling noise.“Do you always talk to Christina over breakfast?” I inquired.“Yes, I always do. If she asks about you…I…I'm going to tell her the truth,” she answered. I didn't ask what that would be so she did. “Aren't you worried about what I will say?”“No. I trust you, Barbie. You'll tell her what you need to tell her; truth, lie, or evasion, it is all your business, not mine,” I explained.“Well, I'm going to tell her in every minute detail what you did with, to, and for me tonight, and I promise you she's going to race back and change her panties,” she sighed happily.“Absolutely,” I affirmed. “I'll do what you tell me to do.”“That's good, because you are my partner this year. Watch my ass, don't fuck up, and show initiative,” she instructed me. In my mind I had three contradictory orders; was I supposed to watch her ass, or not fuck her, or was I supposed to come on to her? It was cold comfort that if I did screw up somehow, she could put a bullet through my left eye from anywhere on campus, killing me painlessly.“You were on one of the opposite roofs last night,” I blurted out. Hope looked demurely to the ground but flashed me a wink. “That is how you know what I look like naked.”“I have no idea what you are talking about,” she said putting away one of those telescopic sighting devices a spotter would use. Nothing more was said on the subject.The Riddle of HeavenA feeling of accomplishment – nay, a feeling that I might actually be fitting in – ran right into Heaven, Team Captain of the Orienteering Squad. I wasn't afraid she would toss me off the team for merely existing. Hell, I was afraid I'd automatically get on the team despite my lack of skill; after all, how else could Heaven lure me out and murder me in the State Forest bordering the campus if I wasn't on the team?The first half of the entrance process found us in a classroom doing math; figuring out angles and areas. We also had to study some Solar and lunar charts so we could figure out the position of the Sun given the day and time, as well as what phase the Moon was in and what it would be like in, say, one hundred days. I rocked at that which gave me a leg up going into round two.I knew precisely what a map and compass were. I'd used a few maps, and I'd never actually held a compass before but I'd seen all the Pirates of the Caribbean movies so I knew how compasses worked – not! I wasn't alone in this way of thinking. Several girls giggled over the fact. One laughingly pulled up the app on her phone.“That's great. Can I see it?” Heaven said, deceptively cool. The idiot girl handed it over with a smile. Heaven grinned, then hurled it against a large boulder close by, smashing it into a thousand pieces. She went over to it and stomped on the remains for a few seconds while the younger student gasped, then wept.“Okay,” Heaven said soothingly, “your phone is now destroyed. How do you survive long enough to get back to civilization?” We all developed a case of the ‘smarts' and kept our mouths shut.“Really…no one?” Heaven taunted us.“You go downhill,” I spoke up. Heaven glared, not at my answer but at the fact that I spoke at all.“Why is that, Mr. Braxton?” she asked in a hostile manner.“Water…you go downhill to find a source of water. Nothing else matters if you die of thirst,” I explained.“Would any one of you follow this idiot downhill?” Heaven sneered.One girl immediately raised her hand while the rest looked around nervously. Right before Heaven spoke again, a second girl raised her hand.“Well,” scoffed Heaven, “most of you will probably die because, while being an utter failure at the rest of his life, Zane guessed this one correctly.”“Your priorities are water, food, and shelter. Where you find moving water, you will most likely find something to eat too. You will also find small trees that are the easiest things to use for shelter. Unless rescue or egress is expected quickly, you must find a means of survival.” Then as an afterthought she addressed me,“Zane, you get a cookie,” and she tossed me a ginger cookie which I hesitantly bit in to. The class went on like this for ten minutes before she teamed us up for a little treasure hunt in the woods. I was teamed up with Heaven, making me wonder if they'd find my body after the deed was done. A few false starts later I began to get a feel for this orienteering stuff; if I headed one way and Heaven secretly smiled, I was going the wrong direction, and if she scowled, I was going the right way.We were the second team to complete the task on top of a large rock outcropping some distance into the state park. Heaven dismissed the others but put a hand on my chest when I made to leave. Once the sound of the rest moving through the underbrush died down she turned to me, clearly pissed. Her fist balled up and she shook slightly as if she was barely able to contain the rage she directed my way.I had three options: flee, confront, or submit. I sat down on the floor of the forest and waited. I could tell my reduction in stature confused her Why do you think most Buddhist monks prefer to conduct their business while in the lotus position?“Can you tell me why you hate me?” I inquired softly.Heaven stormed up to me and I was afraid she was going to boot me down the cliff. I don't think either of us knew why she stopped just short of me.“You don't belong here,” she choked out. “You are perverse and filthy. You are going to ruin everything.”“I'm not your enemy, Heaven. I'm not going to take any of your friends away from you. If I get in your way, let me know and I'll back off. The one thing I can't do is leave,” I explained. Heaven kicked me in the thigh, then kicked me again, so I scrambled up and faced her. She wanted to do this the hard way.Heaven came up right as soon as my feet were planted on the ground. I got in a block, another block, then I grabbed her wrist and put a leg behind hers. She toppled backwards while I rolled us into a side impact which allowed me to grab her other wrist as well. Heaven proved to be surprisingly strong as she thrashed about but she couldn't stop me from getting on top of her.For a moment we lay still but I was getting aroused and Heaven could sense it. I saw a look of near-terror come across her face before she went berserk beneath me. I struggled to keep on top until she finally wore herself down.“Would you just fucking talk to me!” I yelled at her. Heaven slowly ceased her efforts.“Get off of me,” she whispered intently. I rolled us over so that she was on top and released her wrists. Heaven quickly brought her knees up, straddling me with her palms on my chest. She was more than halfway off of me when she stopped and seemed to see me for the first time. I started pulling myself from under her when Heaven settled back down onto my stomach.“Hey, I'm sorry we fought, Hea…” I got out before she French kissed me. Heaven's whole body pressed into me. I settled down and began working my hands over her waist and hips. When I went for her ass, Heaven arched her back pressing her tits against my chest so that she could grab my hands in hers and pull them back to her waist.“Hands above the hips,” she panted lustfully to me between kisses.“Fine, but show me your tits,” I said. Not wasting a moment, Heaven scooted up so that she was sitting on my stomach once more and together we pulled her shirt free and unbuttoned it. I slipped my hand up around the bra and pushed it above her breasts before pressing her delicious orbs down to me to suckle on.It took me a few minutes to find out she had an arousal zone on her lower back that tingled with electricity whenever I caressed it. I had to coax Heaven into getting on all fours but when I pressed my lips there, her stiffness evaporated and she was putty in my hands. I was kneeling beside her with one hand stroking her far side while my closer hand alternated between each breast.When Heaven's breathing became more erratic and desperate she bolted upright on her knees, slipping one leg backward between mine and pressing her ass into my pelvis. I now cupped both tits, gently rubbing each nipple as I began nibbling her shoulder. I was still getting into it when Heaven suddenly spasms against me, then she repeats the process four more times before she trembled uncontrollably in my embrace.“Shush…” I reassured her. “I've got you. You are safe here with me.”“I. we. I. we need to be getting back,” she stammered. I got the feeling that she wanted to pretend this whole thing hadn't happened. I rolled up, then Heaven fixed her bra while I handed Heaven's shirt to her.We exchanged no further words until we were almost back to the campus wall when I turned to make sure she was okay. She was a little out of it but that wasn't my problem; this other thing was.“Heaven, hold on,” I told her. She looked contemplative and suspicious but did so.“You are… Mmm… sheesh, stay still; I'll take care of this,” I worked out.“What?” she asked cautiously.“You have cum dripping down your legs, Heaven,” I informed her. Heaven's eyes grew large and she took a half-step back but at the same moment she realized with utterly hopelessness that she had virtually no other choice.“What are you going to do?” she whispered. I had to think that one over for a second. I handed her my orienteering gear and took off my shirt, which didn't make Heaven any more comfortable.I knelt before her and used my shirt to wipe up the strands of semen going down the inside of each thigh. It was soon evident to me that she'd cum extensively and I had to work my way up under her skirt or more cum would simply drip down. For reasons I still don't understand, Heaven ceased resisting. Maybe she was tired of the whole charade.The first pair of underwear came down, then the second, and I cleaned them both with my now ruined shirt. I even went so far as to wipe her ass-crack where some had been forced up. Once I was satisfied that Heaven's underwear was as passable as I could manage, I ‘fixed' her in place and dressed her again without comment. The really sucky part was that I had to put my sticky, cum-splattered shirt back on. There was no way I could explain going bare-chested.Neither one of us spoke as we walked back, put our stuff up, and parted ways. It wasn't that I thought the matter would go away but I realized that my most pressing concern was doing what my school required. I was happy that I could sneak away before dinner and get a fresh shirt.A Taste of Brandi“What is my duty today, Brandi Sanders?” I started to say with a warm smile on my face. Brandi turned out to be a girl with thin, deep brown hair hanging loose, freckles, and a slender face. Her body was lithe, nothing out of proportion, though it turned out her ass was a prize; compact but with an enticing ability to project beyond the back and thighs.“I need you to help change the lights in my room,” she grinned. I had to reciprocate that look because I liked her creativity. I made a move for her chair then stopped myself.“That chair doesn't look safe,” I mused. “I imagine I'll have to lift you up to each bulb.” I leaned right, then left, taking in her gentle womanly curves which earned a salacious smile.“I think it would be more efficient for me to lift you by the front. Is that okay?” I asked softly, even somewhat hesitantly. Brandi nodded eagerly so I placed me in front of her, bent way down until my head was facing her covered belly button, and then I had snaked my arms around the top of her thighs.I made a half-attempt to lift her, then set her down.“Huh?” she gasped, “What's wrong?”“Brandi, some of your buttons are pressing into my face. Can I move them aside?”“Oh… okay,” then, “if you have to,” Brandi protested falsely.I used some slow seduction in pulling her shirt out of her skirt, doing my best to ignore our growing audience of young ladies. I opened the lowest button to see the top of the skirt behind it, but the next one was much more rewarding. Her soft stomach flesh felt warm beneath my lips and her intake of breath was its own reward.I didn't stop there, though. Buttons opened and kisses were given until I reached the bra, then I licked my way down to her belly button, which I sucked and licked for fifteen seconds. By this time, Brandi was breathing deeply and pressing her stomach against my lips. I reached up to massage her pert, firm ass with my hands while working on her belly button with my tongue.When I lifted her up by grabbing her thighs, she gasped slightly. She hovered next to the ceiling light for several seconds before realizing she didn't have a bulb.“Zane…” she started to say, but I was already starting to sweep her down into a horizontal position, stomach down, with her hands in easy reach of the box of light bulbs.“Wow, thanks, Zane,” she giggled. She took one bulb, despite there being four fixtures we need to change the bulbs in. I didn't mind; after all, every time I swung her down, I flipped her skirt artfully out of the way, and her panty-covered ass was laid out before me at chest level. I missed the first opportunity but I kissed a cheek on the second drop and took a nibble on the third and fourth drop, each time earning a low moan.During the periods when I was holding her upright, I took sadistic pleasure in sucking on her stomach, giving her two hickies as proof of our amorous encounter.“Thank you, Glenda,” she murmured into my chest as I let her down that last time, using my ‘enrolled' name.“I hope I have pleased you but I sadly have to be going,” I sighed, “I have a foot massage upstairs with Easter Valentine.” Brandi looked at me petulantly, then pushed past me to the door and Iona, who stood just outside in the hall.“Iona, when is he free again?” she demanded to know.“Sorry, Brandi, I can only book him one week in advance. I don't know what his study workload will be like or what things his team captains will require,” Iona grinned, somewhat emboldened with her newfound power and popularity.“Brandi,” I said, because I must be the Devil, “I couldn't help but notice how silky smooth and toned your legs are. Maybe in a few days they might be a tiny bit less so. You could demand that I shave your legs for you.”“Have you ever done this before?” she mused over the implications.“No, I haven't,” I confessed, “but you could teach me no matter how long that took.” Brandi spun on Iona and grabbed her by the shoulders.“You have to let me know when a slot opens up!” was Brandi's impassioned plea. Iona agreed nervously. When we finally got out of Brandi's room and headed off to my next stop, Iona bumped into me.“You are evil,” she whispered like some secret conspirator, “and I've never wanted to be a year older in all my life.” One year older, she could demand Handmaiden duties from me as well, but then it would be far less likely that we would be united as we are now.“Iona, you are proving to be a true friend,” I stated. “With you, it wouldn't be a duty.” Iona stumbled because clearly that idea hadn't occurred to her.In Case it was UnclearThe only thing that surprised me when I came up to my room, naked except for my gym shorts, fresh from my evening bathroom visit, was the look of shame on Barbie Lynn's face when I saw the rest of them.“Hello, Ladies. Before you lay into me, let me have a moment with Barbie Lynn,” I requested.“Barbie Lynn is leaving now,” Christina countered. I shrugged and walked back downstairs.“Come back here,” Christina commanded me.“Nope,” I shot back as I reached for the door.“Zane, where are you going?” Chastity inquired politely.“The Chancellor's house,” I answered. “Apparently I have some stuck up bitches in my room past curfew, plus Barbie Lynn.” I opened the door.“Please come back and talk to us,” Chastity requested. I was a bit angry but Chastity made a habit of being nice to me so…I went back upstairs.“Barbie Lynn, why don't you have a quick chat with Zane on your way out,” Queen Christina allowed. Barbie shot Christina a worried look, then shuffled over to where I was standing.“Zane…” Barbie started to say but I put a finger to her lips.“It's all good. I was hoping that after this is resolved you will want to come back tonight. Is that going to happen?” I revealed my desire for her. Barbie hugged me tightly then kissed me on the cheek before skipping down the stairs. I had the strange impression she thought I might have been angry with her.“We need to talk about what happened this afternoon,” Christina began once Barbie had shut the door downstairs.“No, we don't,” I responded, and headed for my bed; since I don't yet have walls, it is tough calling it a room.“I don't think you appreciate how important this issue is to me,” Christina stated heatedly.“Actually, I don't care how important this is to you, Christina. This is between Heaven and me,” I retorted.“You are going to satisfy my concerns or I will guarantee that you will be gone by the end of the week,” she snarled.That was enough for me; I spun around and got right in her face.“Do you remember when I said you could apologize to Rio or I'd make you do it and you would regret me having to force you?” I snapped right back. Christina glared defiance at me. “Well, this has nothing to do with that. I'll get you without fucking anyone else over and because you would even think I'd do that to Heaven, I'm going to make sure you cry too.”“What?” Christina, Chastity, and Heaven said all at once.“I'm going to nail Christina's ass to the wall, Heaven, but I'm not going to abuse the trust you put in me. What kind of fucker do you all think I am?” I asked bitterly.“How can we trust you?” Christina demanded. I rolled my eyes and walked over to Heaven, taking her by the hand which confused the hell out of her.“Heaven, come with me,” I requested. I dragged her toward my bed but she resisted.“What are you doing?” she inquired desperately.“Heaven, I'm a guy dragging a girl to my bedroom. If your first guess is Parcheesi, there is something seriously wrong with you.”“It is…you know…how can you…I can't,” Heaven evaded.“Don't worry about someone spying on us; Hope is here with us tonight,” I grinned.“Zane, this isn't a good idea,” Heaven pleaded.“Zane, let her go,” Christina told me as she stepped to Heaven's side, and by the body language I was clearly not getting in the front door.“Heaven, if I hurt you, what are the odds of my taking an impromptu flying lesson through one of these panes of glass?” I joked dryly. Chastity and Hope exchanged a look.“I think we can make the fountain from the Southeast corner,” Hope assured us both.“This is not a joking matter,” Christina snapped at the two of us. I'd rarely seen someone so ferociously defensive of a non-relative.“I wasn't joking,” I said.“I wasn't joking,” Hope said at the same time.Christina was about to drag Heaven out of the equation; time for the Hail Mary.“Heaven, do you want to have sex with me again?” I hammered away.“Again,” gasped Faith, silent until now. “You can't have sex with Heaven; she's…”Now it was all but out in the open.“Anyone who thinks that is fucking nuts,” I shouted as I grabbed Heaven's hand away from Christina and took her to my bed.I swung Heaven onto the bed so fast she bounced. Before she could organize herself, I was on top of her. I had one leg between hers but she slammed them together so hard it hurt. I landed over her, our faces inches apart. My eyes kept boring into her until her lips opened and a small moan escaped. I knew I fell on her first but her hands were all over me so fast that I could hardly be seen as molesting her.Peripherally aware that we had an audience, Heaven and I pressed, pulled, and aroused one another for several minutes. We had her top and bra off and her legs pulled up so far, her knees were just below my armpits.“You go, girl,” I heard Chastity playfully whisper when Heaven rolled me over so that she was on top. She didn't break up her actions but I could see Heaven smiling for the first time.“I don't get it,” Faith whispered to someone. “Does this mean Heaven likes guys, and if she does, does that mean she's…you know…”“Homosexual?” Hope clarified.“Technically, that makes Heaven gay,” Chastity added.“There is nothing wrong with Heaven,” Christina stated. “She is fine being who she is…unique and special.” In the arena, I was busy letting my hands slide down to the forbidden zone without any resistance. I hooked her underwear and started working them up until…“OW!” Heaven gasped. Everyone looked at us. “That wedgy hurts,” she sobbed, as she ran a hand over her offended rear end.“If it really bothers you, take off your panties,” I taunted Heaven. She looked angry but instead of acting out, she kissed me and bit my lip until it was my turn to cry out in pain. As I rubbed my lip she rolled to the side and quickly pulled down her underwear. Heaven remounted me and for a moment she looked uncertain, so I grabbed her head in both hands and pulled her into a lip-lock.All she had on was her white socks and pleated skirt which had ridden up around her waist. Heaven wedged a hand down to my cock and began lightly stroking it with her fingertips. I reached down and cupped one ass cheek before discovering her anus and playfully rubbing against it.Heaven began loudly moaning and bucking against me.“I think we can be pretty sure she likes guys,” commented Hope.“She hasn't sucked his cock yet,” Faith countered, but she might as well have raised a red flag in front of Heaven because in seconds, Heaven had left my lips and was kissing down my throat to my chest.Before I let her get out of reach, I took my free hand and put it on Heaven's meat and started to stroke it next to mine. Heaven flinched, then looked up at me with an unreadable expression. We began tandem stroking our cocks, my knuckles brushing my cock and her hands brushing hers. Unable to reach my lips, Heaven began kissing and biting my nipples.“Ever done this before?” I gasped, indicating our mutual masturbation. Heaven shook her head in the negative. I tried to taunt her one step further. “Why don't we stop this and just cuddle?” Heaven lurched forward and stopped stroking me long enough to slap me across the face so hard I could taste blood; a reminder of Heaven's anger issues.“You started this,” she insisted, “so don't you think you can get out of things now.” She then resumed her actions as if nothing happened.“Shouldn't we do something to make sure she doesn't break him?” Hope asked her female cohorts.“I know CPR,” Faith volunteered, and here I thought she didn't like me. I was digesting that tidbit when Heaven slipped below my reach leaving my hands free to play with her hair.“Mmm…” Heaven purred as she took in the bulbous head of my penis. There wasn't too much foreplay there, just a hungry need on Heaven's side to take on my cock.She was working over past issues and confronting some internal barriers experience had scarred her with. Heaven was hesitant, sloppy, and used too much teeth; for me it was not a mind rocking blowjob; the best I could do was soldier through it and concentrate on encouraging her as much as possible.I was selling my enthusiasm hard and Heaven was certainly getting into it, making wet slurping noises as she vigorously bobbed farther and farther down my shaft. It took me a moment to register Christina sitting beside us. She was smiling down at Heaven and running her hand through Heaven's hair intertwining with mine.“Use your tongue to manipulate his shaft,” was one of Christina's whispered suggestions and encouragements to Heaven. As I was enjoying the new sensations, I also registered the fact that Christina seemed to know a great deal about portions of the male anatomy the Purity Pledge put on the No Fly list.Christina began rubbing one hand over my chest which felt real good – incredibly good, but there was something I had to do.“I need to see Heaven,” I told Christina. She regarded me quizzically and Heaven all but stopped her activities as she studied me. “You are all I need right now,” I told Heaven.In some cultures what happened next would be considered cannibalism; Heaven did her damnedest to swallow my entire length in one push. I have had girls with a lot more experience fail on the first try. On the second attempt she didn't get as far but she was sucking with greater force.“Oh, fuck!” I grunted. Heaven flashed me with a devilish look in her eyes before pumping my shaft rapidly with one hand while sucking in and out the head and first inch. Note to Self: if this whole Christian Chick thing doesn't work out for Christina, bankroll her in creating self-help sexual instruction videos.“Close,” I panted, “real close.” If Heaven had raised her head and jacked me off onto my stomach, I would have been perfectly happy. Girls did that all the time; the taste of semen is not for everyone. Heaven made her own decision and kept doing what she was doing. Ten seconds later my hands tensed in her hair and I began shooting ribbons of my seed into her mouth.It took a few moments for Heaven to decide to swallow but when she did she was grinning like the Cheshire cat up into Christina's eyes. Both of them started crying and I hadn't a clue as to why. Sometimes another person's baggage is not your business and this looked to be one of those times.“Okay,” I choked. “I only wanted one of you bitches up here tonight so Heaven can stay but the rest of you have to go.” No one responded instantly.“You don't tell me what to do, freshman,” Heaven said as she smacked me across my thigh. “Christina, let's get out of here; I feel like getting something to eat…something else that is,” she told the Queen.In the time it took Heaven to gather her clothes and get dressed, the group was gone, and I was left wondering what the hell I'd stepped into. I figured one guy and nine hundred girls, and I'd be living the dream. Only an idiot would have assumed there would be no existing power structure, competing sexual desires, or people less than happy with my cleverness. Suddenly, having to survive three more days to the weekend seemed too much to ask.To Be Continued.By FinalStand for Literotica

Enjoying Faith, Hope, & Charity.A Spring Break 14-part NovelBy FinalStand. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.“Mr. Braxton, you are a boy who lied his way into an all-girls Christian college so trusting you doesn't seem to be the wise course of action,” she smugly informed me.“Is it because I have a penis or that this place is a super-nova of female sexual repression?” I asked next. The accompanying freshman pack mule gulped.“I'll see you in forty-five minutes,” Christina informed me as she sauntered off. I gave her vagabond a wink and she winked back.Before I got in the room I got a message from Iona; all my free time was booked through nine tonight. Since I was almost late to class there were only four chairs open for me: three in the back and one in the midst of them. I chose to be polite.My Biology professor was Dr. Burns who looked old enough to have been around during the Scopes Monkey Trial and his thinking was about as conservative. It wasn't cutting edge science. Hell, I could barely see the Scientific Method from our Ivory Tower of Religious Intolerance. The girl to my left kept raising the hemline of her skirt until I verified she was wearing pink French cut panties and that kept me awake through this scholastic nightmare.Christina was waiting for me when I came out, minus her servant (classes had just been let out so she hadn't snared one yet), but she'd gained three sidekicks who looked upon me with varying degrees of amusement and contempt. The shortest of them, a sexy brunette with a foxy-like face glared at me with ill-disguised hate, over what I had no idea.“Come on, Zane,” Christina said as she handed me her book bag, “time to face judgment.”“Face judgment?” I mused. “Are we really going there? I made an honest mistake and besides, isn't forgiveness of sins the prime Christian virtue?”Angry Girl grabbed my arm and yanked but the sad facts of physics and my contrariness kept her from moving me. The girl ground her teeth, on the cusp of rage.“Zane – come,” dictated Christina calmly. “Heaven, release him before he starts crying to the liberal media about physical abuse.” Heaven? Seriously, who names their daughter Heaven, I thought, then I remembered where I'm standing. I meekly went to Christina's side when Heaven released me, then we started making our way to the Administration Building.My phone went off and I checked the message and had to snicker. It was Iona and apparently the girls are starting to use my time as some sort of currency.“What was that all about?” another sidekick asked. This one was actually friendly. “I'm Chastity,” she identified herself.“Hey, Chastity,” I grinned back to her. “That was an enterprising freshman who is keeping track of which lady has requested my Handmaiden services, and now I'm apparently being swapped around.”“You are a whore,” snarled Angry Chick Heaven.“Listen,” I shot back, “this is your crazy tradition, not mine. I'm only doing what my upperclassmen are demanding of me. I'm acting like any other incoming freshman. But I have to admit…I haven't actually read the handbook yet.”“Let it be, Heaven,” advised Christina. “This will all be over in thirty minutes and he'll be gone.”On that note, I turned to the last unnamed senior. “So what's your name, if you would be so kind as to tell me?”“Faith,” she replied cautiously. I kept grinning.“I swear, if you ladies have a girl named Hope in your close circle of friend we should form an all-girls 80s-style punk rock band. I'll be the manager, constantly clashing with Christina over artistic differences,” I rambled on.“You are kind of a nut,” Chastity pointed out.“I'm on the verge of the shortest college career in history so I admit to being a bit nervous,” I confessed, and surprise of surprises, Chastity placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. Somehow that made Heaven angrier with me, which I didn't think was possible.Before I could delve into the psychoses of Heaven, we arrived at the Chancellor's office. I gave Christina her bag as the girls abandoned me once the secretary ushered me in with a disdainful sniff of her nose.Inside were six women but I only recognized two: Chancellor Dr. Melrose Bass and Ms. Goodswell, who also happened to be my assigned Spiritual Advisor.“Come in and sit down, Mr. Braxton,” commanded Dr. Bass. Since the only open chair was directly in front of her desk and flanked by the other chairs (so I'd be doubly flanked), I took my seat.“As you must now understand, there has been a horrible error,” the Chancellor continued. “To rectify this situation you will withdraw from Freedom Fellowship University effective immediately. Your tuition will, of course, be refunded.” She slid some papers in front of me.“I take it everyone knows who I am, ma'am, but who am I in the room with?” I inquired.“Sign the papers,” insisted Dr. Bass.“Can I think about this?” I inquired.“No,” she answered.“Are you sure?” I persisted.“Yes,” she snapped angrily.“Okay, then, I'm not signing,” I decided.Everyone stirred restlessly.“You don't have a choice,” one of the unnamed women in the room declared. “Security will hand you over to the Sheriff's Department as we remove you if you don't leave sensibly.”“That sounds like a lawsuit,” I noted.“You are mistaken, Mr. Braxton,” the Chancellor glared. I noticed the unnamed woman farthest from me looked less than convinced; that made her the college's lawyer.“Chancellor, I have a deep respect for you and for the school you so expertly shepherd. I'm not out to embarrass this institution.” I tried to relate to all of them.“The problem for you is that at no time in the registration process was I ever asked if I was male,” I began my argument. “I entered my first name in as Glenn; your computer system transcribed that over to Glenda. At no time did I attempt to deceive the administration. I also can call forth witnesses from my dorm floor that will testify that I clearly didn't understand this was a woman's institution of higher learning.”“You are being highly disruptive to the school and you've already been in one fight in your first four hours of school,” another unnamed member announced.“Pardon me, but I don't know who you are,” I asked the woman.“Dana Gorman, Head of Security and Dean of Athletics,” she snipped.“Coach Dana, I was not aware that anyone was hurt and since I wasn't supplied my Handbook until yesterday afternoon when I went to my dorm room, I had no idea about the Handmaiden's Duty. I did find my roommate pinned to the ground with three girls sitting on her while she screamed and cried. I pushed/kicked them away and picked her up. I acted with charity and compassion,” I put my best spin on the case as possible.“Dr. Josephine Sergeant, Dean of Sciences,” the other unnamed woman introduced herself. “I'm not sure how I can fit you into my program, Mr. Braxton. The corpses Advanced Biology students work on are all female.”“Doctor, I would imagine if I do become a doctor, I will have to work on women from time to time,” I countered.“Mr. Braxton, nothing good can come of your intransience. Sign the papers, take the fall off, and find another school more fitting to your nature and gender,” the Chancellor spoke.“I'll fight,” I replied.We had a still moment, then Ms. Goodswell cleared her throat.“Zane, why do you want to stay?”“Short answer: this school has nine hundred women and one me; what's not to love? Long version: my inheritance is based on me being eighteen and in a college of my Aunt's choosing. It is too late for me to get into another program this year so if I don't fight, I go broke. I have nothing to lose.”“Ms. Lane,” the Chancellor addressed her lawyer, “is there any reason we can't escort Mr. Braxton to the gates right now?” The attractive young lawyer brushed a stray strand of her lovely light brown hair before responding.“There does seem to be a flaw in the administration software. There is no sexual differentiation key. Medical files were submitted as required and they clearly identify him as being male so there was no indication of evasion on his part – we missed it. FFU can expel him if he doesn't leave of his own accord but he definitely has a lawsuit against us.”That gave people food for thought. It took Ms. Goodswell to save the day and I didn't really expect that.“Mr. Braxton, do you promise us to be an exemplary student if we allow you to stay out the semester?”“Of course,” I promised.“Well, we can't keep him where he is,” insisted Dana, shocked and angry.“We can keep him in his residence hall but place him in the Solarium. We can fix up something for him by tonight, and we have him cleared to use the fifth floor showers as schedules allow,” Ms. Goodswell suggested.“The place is a mess,” Dana grumbled.“I'll work to make it better as time allows,” I volunteered.“Mr. Braxton, wait outside while we discuss this,” commanded the Chancellor.I took my cue and left quickly. Christina and clique were sitting patiently waiting for me. She stood and made to leave.“I was told to wait here,” I informed her, which brought the whole troop up short.“What are we waiting for?” Christina inquired.“Oh, I have them over a barrel so I insisted they assign one of you to be my bed warmer for the rest of the week. They are debating on which one of you gets the honor,” I teased.“You bastard,” spat Heaven, getting in my face. “You are a vomitus piece of filth!”“Just for that, you are next,” I grinned devilishly at her.“Huh?” she looked far angrier than uncertain, “Next for what?”“Oh, during the upcoming sex orgy I host, you are ‘Next'. See,” I sighed dramatically, “I'm not likely to remember your name so when I call out ‘Next,' I mean you.”I had a split second to decide whether I'd duck or not. Training was screaming at me to half-step back while bringing up an arm to block but…POW! I staggered back to the wall and slumped halfway down to the floor. Heaven kept coming and kicked me twice in the shin before Chastity and Christina pulled her off me.She was still sputtering and growling when the Chancellor's door opened up and Ms. Gorman stepped out and closed it behind her.“What is going on here?” she hissed.“There was a misunderstanding,” Christina answered.“Actually, Heaven punched me after I deflected one of her insults,” I countered. “Now I have to ponder civil litigation.”“What?” Christina asked cautiously. Heaven was less diplomatic or restrained.“You provoked me,” she accused me.“Do you know word one about my sexual habits? Could you prove a believable threat to you or someone around you? Baring that, you just committed assault,” I informed Heaven.“You are willing to gamble we would betray Heaven to someone like you?” Faith threatened.“No,” Dana answered for me. “I have little doubt that Mr. Braxton has noted that all classes and administration rooms have cameras.” She seemed bitter about her own security procedures. The rest of the girl posse seemed equally unhappy except for…“Come on,” Chastity told me as she offered me a hand up. I took it and quickly was upright once more so that we were chest to chest.“Please don't do this, Zane,” she said evenly. Heaven scoffed.“Very well, Chastity, because it was you who requested it, but I do ask for one thing in return,” I told her.“Of course he wants something,” Heaven snarled sarcastically.“Actually, all I want is five minutes with Heaven,” I explained, and when Heaven rolled her eyes and Chastity looked uncomfortable, I added, “no physical contact at all, only sitting down and talking.”“She'll do it,” Christina agreed.“No!” balked Heaven.“You'll do it or be expelled and face possible jail time,” Ms. Gorman stated.“No,” it was my turn to say. “I was joking; I won't press charges against Heaven.”“She can still be expelled,” Dana insisted.“For what?” I asked. Dana looked at me cautiously. “Hell, we were just fooling around; right ladies?” No one said anything because to speak was to court the sin of falsehoods.“Yes,” said Christina, taking the plunge; the others nodded.Dana bored me into place with her gaze, weighing her options.“Keep it down out here,” she snapped to the room, “especially you young ladies. I expected better from you four.” The implication was that my penis exempted me from mature behavior.“Thank you,” Chastity told me.“It took the grand total of one word – please,” I explained. “I know it must be hard to believe but I'm not a total scumbag.”“Are you still going to make me pay for insulting Rio?” Christina mocked.“The week isn't over yet,” I pointed out. The resulting silence was interesting.Five minutes later the door opened and the women filed past. The second to last one out was the lawyer, Ms. Lane.“Mr. Braxton, we will have to get together to discuss some of your unique legal issues and liabilities next week,” she informed me.“I await you at your leisure, Ms. Lane. Whatever you need, I'll do my best to comply,” I smiled.“It will certainly be easier if you are compliant,” she smiled back before turning and heading into the hallway, my eyes watching the line on her stockings going from where her skirt's hemline revealed her shapely thighs down her muscular calves to her four-inch heels.“Temptation comes in many forms,” Ms. Goodswell said, interrupting me from the distraction of Ms. Lane's luscious posterior, a look that Ms. Lane caught as she smiled and turned out of sight.“In my admittedly limited experience, temptation is a result of dissatisfaction with one's circumstances, not a weakness of character,” I offered as an explanation.“As your spiritual counselor, I feel it is my duty to keep you on the straight and narrow,” Ms. Goodswell sighed with faux sufferance.“I don't mean to make things hard for you, Ms. Goodswell,” I jibbed.“Enough sexual innuendo for the moment, Zane; you've been given an opportunity so don't blow it…don't disappoint me,” Ms. Goodswell warned me while stabbing me in the chest with a well-manicured cherry gloss fingernail. I gave her a funny look.“What is it, Mr. Braxton?” she asked.“Oh, it is the fact that you are attempting the impossible, restoring my faith in organized Christianity…” I answered while fishing for her name.“Virginia,” Ms. Goodswell filled in the void of my unsubtle inquiry. “You ARE going to be trouble,” she said, but her smile belied any worry on her part.“Well, I must get to lunch. I have a deserving Mistress who demands that I spoon-feed her,” I told her as I moved to Christina and her cohorts.“Your room, seven o'clock, Zane. We'll be moving you to your new lodgings then,” Virginia instructed. I nodded my acknowledgement then headed off to my late lunch.As we crossed campus, we remained relatively quiet until we approached the Dining Hall.“You remain intriguing, Mr. Braxton,” Christina allowed.“I am equally drawn to you, you sanctimonious twat,” I bantered back, and the girl posse jerked in response.“I hope they house you in a deep, dark hole,” snapped Heaven.“I hope they do too,” I beamed at Heaven, “and I hope you have the only key.”“Why is that?” asked Chastity.“I'd let him starve to death,” Heaven grinned viciously. I kept my eyes on Heaven.“Well, if Heaven had the key, she could come down and torture me whenever she wanted,” I explained, and when Heaven licked her lips in anticipation, I added, “and she'd look so fetching in nothing but thin strips of black leather, high heels, and a whip in her hand as she scourged the sin out of me again and again….” I licked my lips sensually at Heaven, “and again.”Now all movement stopped; even the normally homicidal Heaven was caught up in the imagery (which she liked) and the other girls were wrapping their minds around the implications of either me on my knees, Heaven in leather, or us together.“You have a very sinful mind,” accused Faith.“I have never denied that,” I responded. “I'm a flawed creature in need of redemption – I admit that. Thankfully, I've chosen a religion based on forgiveness and second chances, then, eh?”Any further comments were interrupted by a girl running into me – more like almost running over me.“Zane! They didn't transubstantiate you into communion wafers,” Rio squealed, showing more womanly affection than I would have given her credit for.Rio didn't do a great job of being ‘surprised' when she noticed the girls around me. Heaven glared at Rio and I tried to shift myself between them but Christina intervened before anything happened.“Felon, I am in need of a stool to sit on; I'm tired,” Christina said. As she used the word 'felon,' she smirked at me. Rio flinched too.“Wouldn't you rather have me lie on my back so you can sit on my face so I can get you off? That way we could both eat lunch,” Rio sneered back. Christina didn't bite.“Make a seat, little felon,” Christina smiled. I had a sudden desire to miss lunch.“I've got this, Zane,” Rio told me as she touched my upper arm and pushed me toward the door.As I grudgingly walked away, I saw Rio get down on all fours on the grass and Christina take her seat. The best thing I could say about the situation was that Queen Christina didn't bounce up and down.Before I could come up with some rescue strategy, Iona corralled me and led me to the Handmaiden Mistress of the moment; Dove.Dove's food had grown cold and Iona had kept assuring her I was on my way so I set to my latest exercise in humility. Dove expected me to sit with her. I brushed her shoulder-length auburn hair aside and fed her mouthful after mouthful, using a napkin to tantalize her lips after every few bites, which Dove found enticing and the surrounding tables found romantic. I was getting the feeling that the girls were looking at this whole Handmaiden thing differently than I was.At three o'clock I made it to Soccer tryouts, forgetting one little gigantic complication – this was Christina's team. She and the coach decided that since they couldn't outright deny me the chance for a place on the team, they could make me target practice (aka goalie). I blocked eleven shots from established members of the team (they have Soccer/Football in Thailand) but number twelve got past me – I was off the team.At four came Archery tryouts and I was starting to feel the weight of being the true outsider here, and it got worse when I saw our Team Captain was Chastity Adams, aka Chastity of Team Christina. I turned to put my equipment up when Chastity called me over.“What are you doing, Zane?”“I've just finished having Christina use me as a crash test dummy,” I admitted. “I figured I'd save us both some time so that you could concentrate your efforts on people who might actually have a chance to be on the team.”“Zane, why don't you think I'd give you a chance?” Chastity asked quietly.“Will you give me a chance?” I wondered.“Not if you quit right now,” she pointed out.So, I gave it a shot and I leaned that I sucked at archery, but clearly not as bad as most of the other girls so Chastity tapped me as a competitive alternate, which meant I was to carry equipment and practice a lot – the newbie.“Why did you do this, let me on the team?” I inquired after the team announcements.“You aren't half bad,” she explained, then smiled and pointed out, “plus you will distract the other all-female teams.”“Thanks for the chance, Chastity,” I said as I shook her hand.“You are good-looking and funny, Zane, and the other girls will work harder so they can stick around you,” she responded while looking at me intently. “Now go, you have another team to try out for.” Sometimes I needed to be reminded that there are things a twenty-one-year-old could teach an eighteen-year-old.I barely made it to Karate tryouts (Marksmanship and Orientation were on Tuesdays and Thursdays). I didn't recognize our Team Leader but our coach was Dana Gorman, Head of Security. She eyed me with suspicion but it was nothing compared to the looks I got from the Team Sub-captain. I thought I recognized the face but I definitely recognized her ass and the hair weave – I'd put a foot in it when I kicked her off Rio – yeah me!I told them I knew some kick-boxing but Dana was not impressed so I was placed with the beginners group, which I proceeded to dominate utterly. Ten minutes of that and the Team Captain Wilhelmina Spellman put me in the second tier, where I went undefeated in our little sparing matches yet again.Willie wanted to put me on the first team but the girl whose ass I'd kicked vocally opposed her on it. Willie relented but only partially. After class, the sub-captain would judge my performance and get the final say if I was first-team material. I figured if I ripped out her still-beating heart and showed it to her, I had a fifty-fifty chance of making the squad.We squared off after the last girl left – the sub-Captain didn't want any witnesses. She was more skilled and had more emotional investment but I'd actually been in some real fights and was faster and stronger. As far as matches went, it was pretty intense. We went back and forth with no real advantage until she threw me by grabbing and tearing off my gi.Before she could capitalize I got in a kick to her gut and when she unfolded, I head-butted her, causing her nose to bleed. I pulled up and she rubbed her nose and looked at the blood.“Oh, God, I'm sorry. Let me go get someone,” I urged.“You hurt me,” she muttered. “Lord Jesus Christ, you hurt me,” she said angrily as I stepped forward. I was so overwhelmed with human compassion I didn't see the kick coming.I was dreaming of running errands to a close village which was something I got away with from time to time. It was a pleasant day if a little cold for daytime in the Thai uplands. The young widow I spent some time with was attending me and I was clearly lying back and enjoying some of our intimate foreplay. Her mouth felt warm and comforting on my little helmet, her tongue didn't twirl like it normally did…but I wasn't in Thailand anymore either.My jaw hurt but that was far less relevant than the pressure of the body I was feeling on my thighs, the warm, wet sensation around my cock, and the feel of hands on my shaft and stomach. I propped myself up and looked down at my crotch were our sub-captain looked up at me while keeping her bobbing rhythm going.“Stop,” I ordered her. She reluctantly agreed, her eyes warring with anger, shame, and lust. I imagine she was wondering about what kind of academic hell I was about to bring down on her or if she could get away with crying rape as she pushed herself back and rested on her haunches.“Take off your clothes,” I ordered next. That command staggered her but my gaze fixed her in place.“What are you going to do to me?” she said with a shaky voice.“I'm going to reciprocate what you've been doing to me. You gave me a great lesson and I want to return the favor – now strip.” She thought about it a moment, then did a quick striptease which brought me to my knees.“What's your name?” I inquired as she finished.“Cappadocia Davis,” she murmured as she met me at knee level. I started kissing her, drifting into chest contact and letting our hands roam free for several minutes. Cappy had a very passive-aggressive style and often mirrored what I did, all the signals of a confident virgin.Getting us down head to crotch took little effort as Cappy went back to administering her blowjob and I started working over her own sexual center. She only asked me to hurry once when I was spending time getting to know her thighs with delicate kisses. Though it was a bit rough, Cappadocia worked me furiously with strong hands, plump lips, and a fighter's stamina. On my end, I did all I could. I mapped out the pleasure lines along her thighs, across the groin, and farther along the stomach and sides, passing the breasts to the throat, ears and lips. Cappadocia expected a quick fuck and an equally quick departure. As it was, we missed dinner and I would almost be late for my room meeting.Before then, I explored Cappy fully. I kissed every ebony inch of her, from kneecap to navel; I took gentle tongue strokes to her lips, vagina, and especially the clit while not forgetting a little tantalization of her ass which drove her over the top to an orgasm by itself. Cappy was good enough to take my seed not once, but twice, though the first time she took most of it on her face.I sat there with two fingers stretching her lips apart while my tongue languidly worked on her labia and clitoris. I tickled the clit, sucking it with my lips, then blowing on it coolly. She learned how to swirl with her tongue once my cock was inside her mouth for a stronger sensation. Cappadocia liked a contest and we had the best of kinds; neither side won and a rematch was in order – definitely.“Cappadocia,” I began as I was getting my outdoor clothes on, “I don't think I'm ready for first team yet.”“Neither do I,” she responded after a few moments of thought.“I'd like to keep training for it, though. I'm not going to give up trying, no matter how many private sessions it takes.”“I have to agree, Zane. You are not yet ready and it is going to take a whole lot of private lessons to get you into 'first team' shape,” she nodded. I left with a sore jaw but thinking good thoughts. I'd made two teams and had a shot at two others, as long as no one shot me or sent me to get lost in the wilds with a false map.The Solarium (Why am I Living in a Glass House?)I raced across campus to my dorm only to discover a sad looking girl in a short terry cloth robe sitting on the outside steps with a half-full trash bag. She perked up when she saw me.“Zane,” she hailed me, “I want you to take out my trash.” Okay, that seemed kind of lame to me because the dumpster was thirty feet away so I had to think quickly.“Umm…” I looked her over.“Jolene,” she provided.“Jolene, this doesn't seem quite fair,” I pointed out, and I watched her deflate before me. “See,” I said as I took her bag of trash and headed for the dumpster, her tagging along, “maybe I should come by your place tonight around nine thirty and clean up your room for you. Does that sound like a more appropriate Handmaiden's duty?” The little lights went off in her eyes.“Yes,” she bobbed her head. “Yes, it sounds…amazing.” Without telling me her room number, she skipped off through the doors and went off to do God knows what. I went looking for Iona who, as I guessed, hooked me up with the girl's location. Gliding into my room after that was less satisfying.“You are late, Mr. Braxton,” Ms. Goodswell informed me.“Handmaiden's Duty,” I countered.“We've moved all your furniture to the Solarium on the top floor,” Dana rumbled. Solarium – top floor. Wasn't I on the top floor already? What was I getting into? That wasn't the most important thing at the moment, though.Rio sat on her bed, knees up, hugging a pillow and looking decidedly unhappy at the world. I turned to the two teachers and asked them for a minute with my old roomie. Dana grumbled but Virginia made her give us the space.“What's up, Rio?” I asked as I sat down at the foot of the bed. I knew what was wrong; I was abandoning her and I was not the first guy to do so. The only problem was, I wasn't those other guys.“Nothing's up, asshole,” she shot back. “I'm looking forward to not having you snore all night long. Plus, I'll be able to shower whenever I want,” she sniffled.“Oh, well, dealing with you has been a total pain in my ass too, Rio. It will be a relief to not have to wake up looking at you, your tattoos and all those body piercings,” I stated evenly.“Hey, I don't have any piercings anymore,” she pouted, hurt by the comment and its accuracy.“Well, I don't believe you, Rio. Sometime you will have to come up to the Solarium and show me just how wrong I am. I'll leave out a sleeping bag in case your city-bred ass gets lost and you can't figure out how to get back down after dark,” I joked.“Zane, if they find you sleeping with a girl, you'll get expelled,” Rio whispered.“Thank God you are not a girl, then, ya freak,” I grinned so she hit me with her pillow. Rio was sneering at me playfully as I left; we were still friends.Outside my room, I'd picked up an old friend, Barbie Lynn Masters, and with Virginia, Dana, and Iona, we trekked to the fifth floor, then up to the roof.Now, when they were designing this kind of dorm in the 1970s, the architect was on a 'Retro Victorian' kick. He envisioned a safe green haven for the girls to go to where they would be free to partake of nature's bounty without risking pesky urban menaces like rapists, thieves, and murderers.The Christian Elders liked the design so much, they transplanted it to the Virginia countryside. Of course, there aren't a lot of muggers in rural areas so the roof escapes weren't totally necessary or welcome by the student body and when the school built its twelve-foot-tall brick wall with security cameras around the entire facility, the need evaporated. Soon, all the Solariums were abandoned, the plants died, and not all the window panes were replaced.It was a pretty freaking miserable place at first glance and there was some suspicion that this was an indirect way to drive me out. But they clearly had avoided the Developing World and my long experience in it when thinking this through. I loved it. I had roughly eighty percent of the dorm building's floor space to play with. It would be a lot of work to fix it but I had been accidentally supplied with a ready and willing work force.Thank you, freshmen and Handmaiden's Duty, because amongst its other virtues, the Solarium was my room, and a freshman in a dorm room was immune to being summoned for Handmaiden Duty while in any such room unless required by a duty to go there. All I had to do was have Iona get the word out to our fellow freshman that my room was sanctuary and I was set.All that was tomorrow; tonight, I had a cold room with squirrels, maybe a raccoon or two, birds, spiders, roaches, and an assortment of other pests, plus my bed, dresser, and a wardrobe from the drama department. I had also secured the choice time of five forty-five to six as my bathroom time in the morning, and ten to ten-fifteen in the evening. How I would actually piss during the day was swept under the rug. Ms. Goodswell suggested I get a hall pass during class periods for safety's sake. College…hall pass…Did they think I should make up for missing high school?It was lights out in my domicile. The moon was waning and the sky was clear when I heard someone working the lock to my door at the bottom of the stairs. Five people had keys: I was one, Dana Gorman was another, Virginia Goodswell, and Chancellor Bass were two others, but none of them, I suspected. I spotted the faint moonlight playing across golden locks as my intruder drew close.“Hey,” Barbie Lynn whispered as she came to a stop by my bed. “I thought you might get cold so I brought you a quilt from storage.”“You are a life-saver, Barbie; I'm freezing in here. Why don't you put the quilt over me and climb in so it will warm up here faster and we can both get to sleep sooner,” I responded softly. It was a weak lie but it was really all Barbie needed; it was late summer in Virginia, after all.She spread out the quilt and started to get in.“Wait, you'll get your skirt wrinkled,” I cautioned her before she sat down. She nodded and stripped out of it, then completed the process by stripping off her shirt (no bra), socks, and shoes. As she snuggled up against me, she realized I was naked.“Oh, that doesn't seem fair,” Barbie giggled, so she wiggled around under the covers and tossed out her undies. “That's better.” I pulled her into my arms and I caught her stealing glances up at me as she pressed her hands against my chest.“We have all night,” I assured her, and that earned me a kiss. “Oh, and I have your missing panties in my book bag, courtesy of Rio.”I returned her kiss and soon we were wrapped around one another, engrossed in one another's erogenous zones (ear lobes, nipples, lips, and throats) as well as tempting fate with a little penal/vaginal contact.After she wrestled me against the headboard and took my member deep into her mouth we had a little session of 'try doing this and watch him squirm' until I finally lost control and erupted several times into her mouth.“Mmm…” Barbie Lynn murmured as she rolled some semen over her tongue, eyes lighting up as I smiled at her talent. “Jesus bless me, you taste nearly as good as you look. I want more!”“Next time we can swap cum,” I suggested to her. Barbie wrinkled her nose.“Doesn't that make you a homo?” she questioned. I forgave her ignorance due to cuteness.“You've tasted your juices on my lips but you are not a lesbian,” I pointed out. After a moment she nodded so I continued with, “all I want to do is taste it on your tongue, not someone else's on my tongue.” Telling her I'd given more than one blowjob didn't appear to be helpful at this time; I'm decidedly not heterosexual.“Oh…you're pretty smart for someone so young,” she smiled seductively. I cupped her face in one hand.“I may be young and smart, but you are far more beautiful – breathtakingly beautiful – than me and one heck of a teacher because you keep me wanting to learn more,” I heartily complimented her.I must have struck a chord because Barbie Lynn glowed from the inside out and virtually poured like tanned molten gold into my lap.“Fuck me,” she begged with sensual need.“What about your Pledge?” I questioned.“Fuck my ass,” she moaned, “it's not really cheating.” Yeah, right.“Okay, Barbie Lynn, but teaching you to like it isn't easy. I'm going to have to break you in all night long,” I warned her, but all I got was a violent trembling of anticipation which caused her to make my lap damp and my cock rebound to duty.We kissed deeply and with longing for over a minute, Barbie rocking in my lap, her labia brushing my cockhead.“Is it going to hurt?” she panted into my lips.“Yes. The first time you are going to scream, but I promise you I'll show you how good it can be,” I assured her. She gulped in fear but smiled with wanton lust in her eyes.I played with her pussy and my cock, doing tiny penetrations until Barbie lost it in a screaming, ear-splitting orgasm, “God loves me, God loves me, God Loves ME!!!!” She followed that up by collapsing against me and burying my face in her ample bosom. I couldn't help myself; I took an overly sensitive nipple into my lips.To Be Continued.By FinalStand for Literotica

Lauren continues to tell B and Hannah about the crazy life of Queen Christina of Sweden.  She takes quite a few trips, dodges a few Popes, gets invited to Rome by some other Popes, and continues to live lavishly off her friends. Wait until we tell you where she got buried!!!! (Hint: it is, like, so exclusive!)   Image credits:  Queen Christina in Palazzo Corsini (Kristian Zahrtmann, 1908). Image from the National Gallery of Denmark. 

This week the pod lab explores the first, and incredibly busy, half of the life of Christina, Queen of Sweden. Join as we discuss hairy babies, buffoonery, romantic necrophilia, and how many mommies it actually takes to raise a queen.   Image Credit: British Museum Paulus Pontius after Anselmus Van Hulle Christina, Queen of Sweden at the Peace of Münster ca. 1648

Queen Christina with Basil Rathbone and Lilli Palme

Greta Garbo in New York! A story of freedom, glamour, and melancholy, set at the intersection of classic Hollywood and mid-century New York City. The biography of a legendary star who became the city's most famous 'celebrity sighting' for many decades while out on her regular, meandering walks.Garbo had once been Hollywood's biggest star, a screen goddess who survived the transition from silent pictures to sound in such movies as Grand Hotel, Queen Christina, and Camille. But her career was over by the 1940s, her exotic and distant screen presence no longer appealing in the years of World War II.And so the actress -- famous for her line "I WANT TO BE ALONE" -- moved to New York City and stayed here for the rest of her life, living in a fabulous apartment near Beekman Place on the east side of Manhattan.Her favorite activity was walking, two long trips a day in her dark glasses and trench coat, committed to freedom of urban exploration and enjoying a livelihood in the city that we all take for granted.In attempting to live her life freely, however, she opened herself to the intrusive behavior of others — some obsessed with her as an iconic movie star, others simply gravitating to her elusive reputation. By the 1970s and surging by the 80s, Garbo sightings became a popular urban scavenger hunt. You had Bigfoot, the Loch Ness Monster and Greta Garbo! Visit the website for more information and imagesInterested in more Bowery Boys podcasts about New York and the movies? Here's some suggestions:Marilyn Monroe: Her Year of ReinventionThe Life and Death of Rudolph ValentinoAt Home With Lauren BacallMae West: 'Sex' on Broadway  Her New York story reveals some bigger themes about living in a big city -- finding privacy and even solitude in a place with eight million people.

George Feltenstein of the Warner Archive joins the podcast for a fun and informative review of three May Blu-ray releases.   We dive into the restoration and all of the extras on each release and share our insights into why these films are worth adding to your Blu-ray collection.In "Queen Christina" (1933) Greta Garbo stars in one of her greatest roles, as the 17th-century Swedish queen fiercely devoted to her country who fights at the head of her army like a man but who loves like a woman. Directed with his own unique style by Rouben Mamoulian, this M-G-M classic endures as a masterpiece of classic cinema.Stewart Granger and Deborah Kerr star in the adventure story "King Solomon's Mines" (1950), all shot on location in Africa.  Granger plays Quatermain in this M-G-M adaptation that was nominated for the Best Picture Oscar® and won the awards for Best Color Cinematography and Best Editing. Deborah Kerr plays the plain Englishwoman who hires Quatermain to lead the hunt for her missing husband, even though no safari has ever returned from uninhabited regions their expeditions must cross. Child star Ron Howard joins Glenn Ford in the delightful romantic comedy "The Courtship of Eddie's Father" (1963).  Shirley Jones, Stella Stevens, and Dina Merrill play the potential new Mrs. Corbett, in this earnest and stylish film directed by the iconic Vincente Minnelli.Purchase now on Amazon:Queen Christina Blu-rayKing Solomon's Mines Blu-rayThe Courtship of Eddie's Father Blu-ray Warner Archive Store on Amazon Support the podcast by shopping with our Amazon Affiliate linkDisclaimer: This post contains affiliate links. If you make a purchase, I may receive a commission at no extra cost to you.The Extras Facebook pageThe Extras Twitter Warner Archive & Warner Bros Catalog GroupOtaku Media produces podcasts, behind-the-scenes extras, and media that connect creatives with their fans and businesses with their consumers. Contact us today to see how we can work together to achieve your goals. www.otakumedia.tv

When discussing the history of royalty, ladies in waiting pop up frequently. King Henry VIII left his first wife Catherine of Aragon for her lady-in-waiting, Anne Boleyn, and then beheaded her for her lady-in-waiting Jane Seymour. Queen Christina of Sweden and her Lady in waiting Ebba Sparre were secret lovers. And when Marie Antionette's lady-in-waiting was guillotined the Queen was forced to kiss the lips of her friend's severed head. But these Ladies were doing a lot more than waiting for the monarch to invite them to bed. Let's take a look at the evolution, duties, ranks and lives of ladies in waiting at the royal courts of Europe. Join me every Tuesday when I'm Spilling the Tea on History! Check out my Youtube Channel: https://www.youtube.com/c/lindsayholiday Follow me on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100091781568503 Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/historyteatimelindsayholiday/ Tik Tok: https://www.tiktok.com/@historyteatime Please consider supporting me at https://www.patreon.com/LindsayHoliday and help me make more fascinating episodes! Intro Music: Baroque Coffee House by Doug Maxwell Music: "Bellissimo" by Doug Maxwell #womenshistory #HistoryTeaTime #LindsayHoliday Please contact advertising@airwavemedia.com if you would like to advertise on this podcast. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

La reina Cristina de Suecia (Queen Christina, 1933, EE. UU.), de Rouben Mamoulian, con Greta Garbo, John Gilbert e Ian Keith. Presentación: Josetxo Cerdán La reina Cristina (Greta Garbo), para intentar escapar de las restricciones del protocolo, huye disfrazada con ropas masculinas y queda bloqueada por la nieve, refugiándose en una taberna. Allí conoce a un diplomático español de quien se enamora. Travestismo, reivindicación del deseo sobre los imperativos de la monarquía y emancipación femenina son solo algunos de los factores que convierten a esta estilizada y heterodoxa reconstrucción historicista en una pieza que consagró el arquetipo construido por Greta Garbo en aquellos años. El sábado se proyecta el vídeo de la presentación del día anterior.Más información de este acto

This week, we are joined by archaeologist Anton Larsson to discuss the other English-language movie about the Thirty Years War: Queen Christina, a historical romance starring the famous Greta Garbo. We discuss the multifaceted legacy of Sweden's famous philosopher-queen who oversaw the end of the long war waged by her father Gustavus Adolphus before ultimately converting to Catholicism and abdicating the throne. We use this 1933 film to trace frenzied rise and fall of the Swedish Empire, the onetime bane of Central and Eastern Europe, which reached its apogee during the era of Christina. Surprisingly few Swedes today realize that their country was once the center of an overseas empire, but their neighbors sure haven't forgotten. Sweden, seemingly existing on the periphery, provided a continuous stream of both trade and warfare in a surprisingly vast swathe of the world across many different eras. We look at (hopefully) the last of these while also chatting about the film and looking more closely into the life of the real-life Queen Christina. Hosted by: Liam, Russian Sam, Anton

Maybe not a great love story but definitely a good history lesson. She was King Gustavus's choice and hope to be his successor, and he therefore raised her like a son. At age 18, upon his death, she became the ruler of Sweden, which was then a very powerful country- and she did a remarkable job. She was intelligent, statesman-like, and respected- until she came in contact with the wrong people, lost her desire to rule as well as her respect for her country, and abdicated the throne to her cousin. Her love life was a mess. She was unfaithful to the one man who truly loved her, he reacted, and she had him put to death while she was a guest in another country. From "Greatest Affinities of History, Vol 1", by Lyndon Orr/ ANDROID USERS- 1001 Radio Days right here at Google Podcasts FREE: https://podcasts.google.com/search/1001%20radio%20days 1001 Classic Short Stories & Tales at Google Podcasts https://podcasts.google.com/feed/aHR0cHM6Ly9mZWVkcy5tZWdhcGhvbmUuZm0vQURMNzU3MzM0Mjg0NQ== 1001 Heroes, Legends, Histories & Mysteries at Google Podcasts: https://podcasts.google.com/search/1001%20heroes 1001 Sherlock Holmes Stories (& Tales from Arthur Conan Doyle) https://podcasts.google.com/search/1001%20sherlock%20holmes 1001 Ghost Stories & Tales of the Macabre on Spotify: https://podcasts.google.com/search/1001%20ghost%20stories 1001 Stories for the Road on Google Podcasts https://podcasts.google.com/search/1001%20stories%20for%20the%20road Enjoy 1001 Greatest Love Stories on Google Podcasts https://podcasts.google.com/search/1001%20greatest%20love%20stories 1001 History's Best Storytellers: (author interviews) on Stitcher https://www.stitcher.com/show/1001-historys-best-storytellers APPLE USERS Catch 1001 Heroes on any Apple Device here (Free): https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/1001-heroes-legends-histories-mysteries-podcast/id956154836?mt=2  Catch 1001 CLASSIC SHORT STORIES at Apple Podcast App Now: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/1001-classic-short-stories-tales/id1078098622 Catch 1001 Stories for the Road at Apple Podcast now:  https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/1001-stories-for-the-road/id1227478901 NEW Enjoy 1001 Greatest Love Stories on Apple Devices here: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/1001-greatest-love-stories/id1485751552 Catch 1001 RADIO DAYS now at Apple iTunes!  https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/1001-radio-days/id1405045413?mt=2 NEW 1001 Ghost Stories & Tales of the Macabre is now playing at Apple Podcasts! https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/1001-ghost-stories-tales-of-the-macabre/id1516332327 NEW Enjoy 1001 History's Best Storytellers (Interviews) on Apple Devices here: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/1001-historys-best-storytellers/id1483649026 NEW Enjoy 1001 Sherlock Holmes Stories and The Best of Arthur Conan Doyle https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/1001-sherlock-holmes-stories-best-sir-arthur-conan/id1534427618 Get all of our shows at one website: https://.1001storiespodcast.com REVIEWS NEEDED . My email works as well for comments: 1001storiespodcast@gmail.com SUPPORT OUR SHOW BY BECOMING A PATRON! https://.patreon.com/1001storiesnetwork. Its time I started asking for support! Thank you. Its a few dollars a month OR a one time. (Any amount is appreciated). YOUR REVIEWS AND SUBSCRIPTIONS AT APPLE/ITUNES AND ALL ANDROID HOSTS ARE NEEDED AND APPRECIATED! LINKS BELOW.. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

One of the greatest conscious uncouplings in European royal history as Queen Christina does two unthinkable acts: give up both her throne and her faith.Support the show on PatreonFollow us on Facebook and Twitter Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Welcome to the Instant Trivia podcast episode 559, where we ask the best trivia on the Internet. Round 1. Category: Last But Not Least 1: He was the last U.S. president not sworn in by the Chief Justice of the U.S.. Lyndon Johnson. 2: Number of the last complete symphony by Beethoven. 9. 3: This band gave its last concert with Jerry Garcia at Chicago's Soldier Field in 1995. the Grateful Dead. 4: In 1550 he completed his last fresco, "The Crucifixion of St. Peter". Michelangelo. 5: The last NASA astronaut to fly in space alone was Ronald Evans as a part of this 1972 Apollo mission. Apollo 17. Round 2. Category: Queens 1: This queen was the mother of France's Louis XVII. Marie Antoinette. 2: Maria I, queen of this Iberian nation for 39 years, died in Brazil following Napoleon's invasion of her homeland. Portugal. 3: Britain's beloved Queen Mum, who died in 2002 at age 101, was this queen's mum. Queen Elizabeth II. 4: In 1654 Queen Christina of this Scandinavian nation shocked Europe by abdicating and moving to Rome. Sweden. 5: Not just a queen, but an archduchess, and and empress, she was the mother of another queen--Marie Antoinette. Maria Theresa. Round 3. Category: Continental Congressmen 1: The Conway Cabal, a New England congressional group, plotted to oust this man as commander-in-chief. George Washington. 2: Samuel Chase tried to corner the market on this mill product using congressional inside information. Flour. 3: 2 of the 4 great documents of the Continental Congress; Roger Sherman was the only man to sign all 4. (2 of) Declaration of Independence, Articles of Confederation, Articles of Association and The Constitution. 4: Francis Hopkinson claimed he designed this U.S. symbol; in 1781 Congress denied him sole credit. the U.S. flag. 5: Josiah Bartlett represented this colony; later he became governor and Dartmouth gave him an honorary M.D. degree. New Hampshire. Round 4. Category: Latin Lovers 1: It's Latin for "O Come, All Ye Faithful". "Adeste Fideles". 2: "Dictum sapient sat est" translates as "A word to" these people. The wise. 3: We've probably asked "Nil novi sub sole" before, as there's "Nothing new under" this. The sun. 4: It's what's no excuse in "Ignorantia legis neminem excusat". Ignorance of the law is no excuse. 5: Ancient Romans put great stock in "Ars moriendi", "The art" of doing this. Dying. Round 5. Category: Ranch Dressing 1: Somehow, shoppin' at Neiman Marcus for these trousers with a bib and shoulder straps don't feel right, but y'all can. overalls. 2: These "jingle jangle jingle as I go riding merrily along". spurs. 3: Parts of this metal item include the yoke, which wraps around the heel, and the rowel, a revolving wheel. a spur. 4: A bandito could wear this handkerchief as a scarf, a neckerchief or a mask. a bandana. 5: Ranch hands get protection from the brush by wearing these seatless leather items over their pants. chaps. Thanks for listening! Come back tomorrow for more exciting trivia! Special thanks to https://blog.feedspot.com/trivia_podcasts/

https://notesonfilm1.com/2022/07/23/cinema-rediscovered-2022-day-three-round-up-2/ We discuss the second of our full day of viewing at Cinema Rediscovered, and name-check a wonderful introduction to The Joker by Matthew Sweet. We discuss The Laws of Love, Jewel Robbery, The Afterlight, Queen Christina, Harold and Maud.... and much else.

Rene Descartes was kind of a dick.His famous saying, “I think, therefore I am,” is nothing less than a wholesale rejection of all authority—even objective truth—in favor of a defecated rationality and fierce subjectivism that belittles anything outside one's own mind.The modern attitude created by Descartes does two things:1. It enshrines one's own beliefs or preferences as the exclusive source of truth (fierce subjectivism).2. It elevates the logic that flows from that fierce subjectivism (defecated rationality) into a truth (my truth, your truth, his/her/its truth, etc.).If you draw a thick cocaine line from Descartes to today's Trans Wars, you'd be drawing coke lines better than Hunter Thompson.Accused of being an atheist, Descartes claimed to be a “devout Catholic,”[i]but he left his Catholic France to live among the Calvinists and Jews in the Netherlands. He espouses odd (and bizarre) theories about the soul. He spent his final days as the court philosopher for the Lutheran Queen Christina of Sweden and died without Last Rites.One academic thinks that Descartes was such a poor Catholic that a priest thought his example would prevent Queen Christina from converting to Catholicism, so the priest poisoned the father of modernity by lacing a host with arsenic. The story doesn't ring true—a priest who cares enough about Catholicism wouldn't desecrate the host like that—but hey, the Queen converted after Descartes' death so maybe.The Pope thought Descartes was kind of a dick. Urban VIII put Descartes' writings on the Index of Forbidden Books about a dozen years after Descartes died.Pascal Surpassed DescartesBut most people thought Descartes was brilliant. He was the toast of Europe. But Descartes wasn't the smartest guy in Europe. Heck, he wasn't even the smartest guy in France.A young upstart was his intellectual superior. Descartes knew it and resented it (did I mention Descartes was kind of a dick?).When the 16-year-old Blaise Pascal published a mathematical paper on conic sections when Descartes was 43, Descartes knew he'd been eclipsed when he was at the height of his intellectual power and reputation. At first, he refused to believe someone as young as Pascal could've written something so impressive, but when he learned that it was true, Descartes turned to belittling him. When Pascal invented the syringe and the hydraulic press, Descartes mocked him and said Pascal had “too much vacuum in his head.”Show notes here

Show notes here Rene Descartes was kind of a dick. His famous saying, “I think, therefore I am,” is nothing less than a wholesale rejection of all authority—even objective truth—in favor of a defecated rationality and fierce subjectivism that belittles anything outside one's own mind. The modern attitude created by Descartes does two things: 1. It enshrines one's own beliefs or preferences as the exclusive source of truth (fierce subjectivism). 2. It elevates the logic that flows from that fierce subjectivism (defecated rationality) into a truth (my truth, your truth, his/her/its truth, etc.). If you draw a thick cocaine line from Descartes to today's Trans Wars, you'd be drawing coke lines better than Hunter Thompson. Accused of being an atheist, Descartes claimed to be a “devout Catholic,”[i]but he left his Catholic France to live among the Calvinists and Jews in the Netherlands. He espouses odd (and bizarre) theories about the soul. He spent his final days as the court philosopher for the Lutheran Queen Christina of Sweden and died without Last Rites. One academic thinks that Descartes was such a poor Catholic that a priest thought his example would prevent Queen Christina from converting to Catholicism, so the priest poisoned the father of modernity by lacing a host with arsenic. The story doesn't ring true—a priest who cares enough about Catholicism wouldn't desecrate the host like that—but hey, the Queen converted after Descartes' death so maybe. The Pope thought Descartes was kind of a dick. Urban VIII put Descartes' writings on the Index of Forbidden Books about a dozen years after Descartes died. Pascal Surpassed Descartes But most people thought Descartes was brilliant. He was the toast of Europe. But Descartes wasn't the smartest guy in Europe. Heck, he wasn't even the smartest guy in France. A young upstart was his intellectual superior. Descartes knew it and resented it (did I mention Descartes was kind of a dick?). When the 16-year-old Blaise Pascal published a mathematical paper on conic sections when Descartes was 43, Descartes knew he'd been eclipsed when he was at the height of his intellectual power and reputation. At first, he refused to believe someone as young as Pascal could've written something so impressive, but when he learned that it was true, Descartes turned to belittling him. When Pascal invented the syringe and the hydraulic press, Descartes mocked him and said Pascal had “too much vacuum in his head.”

Hi! My name is Terry J. Aman and this installment marks my 82nd episode of VideoFuzzy, reporting the progress I've made in cataloging more than 3,000 VHS transfers and digital recordings. For this installment, titled "Expanding My Mystical Center," my Fuzzy Feature highlights the pilot episode of Ryan Murphy's "Glee." After some soul-searching, I have determined, 82 episodes in, Ryan Murphy's works represent a third chakra at the mystical center of my media collection, that challenge now designated as "Studio Murphy Under." I explore several cross connections through "Glee" and other Ryan Murphy productions, as well as several movies and shows I watched in my classic and current collections, including Greta Garbo in 1933's "Queen Christina," and through the 1960 Korean language film "The Housemaid."  In my Classic Collection (VHS-to-DVD), comments on Tim Roth's "Funny Games" from 2007, "Drop Dead Diva," catalog debuts for "Glee," "Drawn Together" and "Vampire Diaries." Also, "Alias," "Warehouse 13," "Medium," "Eureka," "Prison Break," "Mad Men," "Grey's Anatomy" and "Rescue Me." Tracking information from an episode of "Six Feet Under" I found out they made a TV movie of "Fargo" starring Edie Falco and I am excited to track that down, along with indie film "In a World" and maybe 2005's "Bobby." Also, Bravo's presentation of Madonna's "Confessions" tour in Wembley Stadium from August 2007. In my Current Collection (direct-to-DVD), I watched Elizabeth Taylor in "The Night Watch," "Butterfield 8" and "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof." I watched "The Apartment," "Harper," "Ragdoll," "Hotel Rwanda," "Malcolm X," "Antebellum," "The Raven," "Hotel Artemis," "Den of Thieves" "Gigi," "Carmen Jones," "Brigadoon," "The Thief of Bagdad," "Citizen Kane," "Executive Suite," "Queen Christina," "The Housemaid," "Knives Out," "Better Call Saul" and "Kung Fu." In What I've Been Watching, I checked out Michelle Yeoh in "Everything Everywhere All At Once," "Free Guy," "The Crazy Ones" and Amazon's reboot of "The Kids in the Hall." This segues directly into my streaming activities, including "Mrs. Brown's Boys," "Shakespeare & Hathaway," Hugh Laurie's Britbox adaptation of Agatha Christie's "Why Didn't They Ask Evans?" and "The Ipcriss Files" on AMC+. Also, check out a podcast by Caroline Crampton called "Shedunnit," which came to me highly recommended by "All About Agatha" co-host Kemper Donovan and I heartly agree. She'll be making an appearance shortly on "All About Agatha," and both are well worth a listen. I celebrate five years of VideoFuzzy with a Zoom interview I conducted in March with actor, writer and host of "The Reduced Shakespeare Podcast," Austin Tichenor. He shared comments on appearances and experiences with shows in my collection including "Close to Home," "The West Wing," "Nip/Tuck" and "The Practice." My thanks to Austin Tichenor both for his time, and for the care he brings to the characters he creates and brings to life. Finally, I make my Bismarck stage debut as the nutty Dr. Caius in Director Erin Weichel's adaptation of William Shakespeare's "The Merry Wives of Windsor" for Capitol Shakespeare, now in its 15th year. The show goes up July 20-24 at 7 p.m. near the North Dakota Heritage Center. Admission is free; a freewill offering is collected. Come out and enjoy the show!

Prince Andrew f**ked around and finds out, Japanese/Ethiopian/Dutch/Danish updates, Meghan and Harry sue Her Majesty's Government for protection and the remarkable life of  Queen Christina of Sweden.

This episode, Sam and Casey discuss Greta Garbo, galaxy-brain trans subtext, the woes of the monarchy, and more. Shownotes: https://samandcaseysmovieclub.wordpress.com/2021/09/13/episode-22-queen-christina-1933/

Welcome to the Instant Trivia podcast episode 194, where we ask the best trivia on the Internet. Round 1. Category: Groovy Times 1: To accessorize granny dresses chicks wore these necklaces of little balls for peace and goodwill. Love beads. 2: In a famous '60s slogan it came between "turn on" and "drop out". "Tune In". 3: Bought a black light for my posters, man, and one of these ooze lights for my mantle. Lava lamp. 4: In '67 we did a psychedelic paint job on our "bus" from this German company and headed off to Frisco. Volkswagen. 5: The fact that Leslie Hornby modeled under this name "sticks" in our minds. Twiggy. Round 2. Category: "Tower"S 1: [Audio Daily Double] 1974 film that gave us the following Oscar-winning song: We may never love like this again Don't stop the flow We can't let go. The Towering Inferno. 2: Guinness says it took 2 years, 2 months and 2 days to build at a cost of 7,799,401 francs and 31 centimes. Eiffel Tower. 3: It's described in Genesis 11:1-9. Tower of Babel. 4: Former Texas senator who chaired the review board investigating the Iran-Contra Affair. John Tower. 5: The enclosed observation post of a submarine. conning tower. Round 3. Category: Chop-A-Holics 1: Around 1800 Parson Weems wrote of this man's unauthorized juvenile lumberjacking. George Washington. 2: The name of this light axe is from the Algonquian for "cutting utensil". tomahawk. 3: This legendary timber toppler was said to have dug Puget Sound to float huge logs to the mill. Paul Bunyan. 4: In 1893 this Massachusetts woman was acquitted of giving her parents the axe. Lizzie Borden. 5: The short-bladed type of this 7-letter South American item is used to cut sugar cane. machete. Round 4. Category: April May... 1: Â…take the Orange Line to get from Midway to the downtown loop "L" station in this city. Chicago. 2: Â…like to try one of these Italian potato dumplings. gnocchi. 3: Â…want to compete in dressage, so she'll have to take these lessons. riding lessons. 4: Â…like to take a spin in this automaker's 8 cilindri 360 Spider. a Ferrari. 5: Â…buy some sea shells in the Seychelles, an archipelago in this ocean. the Indian Ocean. Round 5. Category: Descartes 1: It's the English translation on Descartes' most famous axiom, "Cogito, ergo sum". I think, therefore I am. 2: In 1618 Descartes was in the army of Prince Maurice of Nassau, the ruler of what's now this Low Country. the Netherlands. 3: After the arrest and trial of this "sun-loving" Italian, Descartes suppressed his own work on similar ideas. Galileo. 4: Descartes invented the analytic or coordinate type of this, from the Greek for "earth measure". geometry. 5: Though born in France, Descartes died in this country where he had gone to teach Queen Christina. Sweden. Thanks for listening! Come back tomorrow for more exciting trivia!

Christina of Sweden is one of the most compelling figures of the 17th century, a queer Catholic convert who rejected social norms and stepped down as a monarch to live a life completely on her own terms. [Side note: my novel, ANATOMY: A LOVE STORY is available for pre-order at read.macmillan.com/lp/anatomy-a-love-story] Learn more about your ad-choices at https://www.iheartpodcastnetwork.com

Troublemaker, heartbreaker, undertaker, rule-breaker: no matter how you slice it, Queen Christina was one of history's greatest rebels. It’s truly a shame that more people don’t know the story of Sweden’s amazing (and super hot) “Girl King” because trust us when we say that you don’t want to sleep on Christina. She began her reign when she was just a kid—but then, after romancing hot ballerinas and going hard on those textbooks like a veritable Renaissance Hermione, she abruptly peaced out of palace life. With freedom in hand, she went from grumpy nerd to bisexual party girl and eventually hit her apex as a gender-bending, freedom-defending, counter-culture icon. TL;DR: WE LOVE CHRISTINA.This podcast is brought to you by Factinate.com. Visit the site here: https://www.factinate.com/Read more about Christina in our article: https://www.factinate.com/people/facts-christina-queen-sweden/ Look at dumb historical memes on our Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/yesterdaysnewspodcast/ And if you like what you hear, tell your friends about the show and give us a review on the iTunes Store!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Historian and author Dr Nicola Tallis delves into the history of one of the 17th century's most fascinating characters, Queen Christina of Sweden, and explores the story of her crown and how she lost it! Nicola is joined by Amy Saunders, who's studying for her PhD at the Uni of Winchester and specialises in 17th century gender, sexuality and the monarchy.Join the conversation on social media and find images of the jewels and items discussed by visiting @historygemspod on both Twitter and Instagram.

Feisty, independent and a gay icon. Find out why Queen Christina of Sweden is a woman we should all pay more attention to as we sit down with Amy Saunders.

Welcome to It's A Wonderful Podcast!! The celebration of Pre-Code movies continues on the main show this week as Morgan is joined by Nolan to talk Rouben Mamoulian's QUEEN CHRISTINA (1933) starring Greta Garbo & John Gilbert!! Queer coding, supreme confidence and the grandiose style of a fictional historical biopic make this feel like both a unique pre-code movie and an absolute staple of the era!! IT'S A WONDERFUL PODCAST SHIRTS: https://www.teepublic.com/user/g9design Sub to the feed and download now on Anchor, Apple Podcasts, Spotify, Stitcher & more and be sure to rate, review and SHARE AROUND!! Keep up with us on Twitter: Podcast: https://twitter.com/ItsAWonderful1 Morgan: https://twitter.com/Th3PurpleDon Nolan: https://twitter.com/nolandean27 Keep being wonderful!! --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/itsawonderfulpodcast/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/itsawonderfulpodcast/support

In the final episode of our series on Queen Christina of Sweden, we follow the former queen through the last, restless stages of her eventful life. Email me Follow me on Twitter Like the show on Facebook Visit the Ebay store Support the show on Patreon Works Cited: Buckley, Veronica. Christina Queen of Sweden: The Restless Life of a European Eccentric. Harper Perennial, 2008. Goldsmith, Margaret. Christina of Sweden: a Psychological Biography. Caxton House, 1939. Stolpe, Sven. Christina of Sweden. Macmillan, 1966. Woodhead, Henry. Memoirs of Christina, Queen of Sweden. Vols. 1 & 2, Forgotten Books, 2018.

In this episode of our series on Queen Christina of Sweden, Christina makes the fateful decision to abdicate the throne she had occupied since her childhood. We then follow Christina as she embarks on a swashbuckling journey of self-discovery. Email me Follow me on Twitter Like the show on Facebook Visit the Ebay store Support the show on Patreon Works Cited: Buckley, Veronica. Christina Queen of Sweden: The Restless Life of a European Eccentric. Harper Perennial, 2008. Goldsmith, Margaret. Christina of Sweden: a Psychological Biography. Caxton House, 1939. Stolpe, Sven. Christina of Sweden. Macmillan, 1966. Woodhead, Henry. Memoirs of Christina, Queen of Sweden. Vols. 1 & 2, Forgotten Books, 2018.

We've all been there, a lead calls us up and explains that there is a reverse mortgage on their property. What do we do? Well far too many of us freeze. Or worse yet, we say there is nothing we can do to help them. After today you will never have to say that again.  Reverse Mortgages are often misunderstood. On today's episode Christina Harmes Hika, known as the Reverse Mortgage Queen, explains all about reverse mortgages. She shares how those that truly understand them can help consumers that have this type of mortgage. But, she doesn't stop there. She breaks down how we as either investors or real estate agents can profit by helping those that have a need to move on after having a reverse mortgage. This knowledge is invaluable.  Would you like to reach out to Christina? Visit her websites at C2webinar.com C2reverses.com

In this episode of our series on Queen Christina of Sweden, we watch as Christina comes of age and begins to rule in her own right. We then witness the new queen attempt to turn Sweden into the artistic and intellectual center of northern Europe with disastrous consequences. Email me Follow me on Twitter Like the show on Facebook Visit the Ebay store Support the show on Patreon Works Cited: Buckley, Veronica. Christina Queen of Sweden: The Restless Life of a European Eccentric. Harper Perennial, 2008. Goldsmith, Margaret. Christina of Sweden: a Psychological Biography. Caxton House, 1939. Stolpe, Sven. Christina of Sweden. Macmillan, 1966. Woodhead, Henry. Memoirs of Christina, Queen of Sweden. Vols. 1 & 2, Forgotten Books, 2018.

In this first episode of our series on the life and times of Queen Christina of Sweden, we are introduced to Christina, the girl who would go on to earn the distinction of being one of the most eccentric monarchs in European history.  Email me Follow me on Twitter Like the show on Facebook Visit the Ebay store Support the show on Patreon Works Cited: Buckley, Veronica. Christina Queen of Sweden: The Restless Life of a European Eccentric. Harper Perennial, 2008. Goldsmith, Margaret. Christina of Sweden: a Psychological Biography. Caxton House, 1939. Stolpe, Sven. Christina of Sweden. Macmillan, 1966. Woodhead, Henry. Memoirs of Christina, Queen of Sweden. Vols. 1 & 2, Forgotten Books, 2018.

Welcome to Chippy Lane’s Podcast, series two the PICTURES / LLUNIAU PROJECT. This series celebrates Welsh and Wales-based writers and their stories. This is our NY 2020 special, an extract from OVER THE HILL by Emily White. Moira is in her late 80's and has been stuck indoors being looked after by carers on 15-minute shifts, for as long as she can remember.  She is bored, lonely, pissed-off and longing for adventure but her daughter won't let her leave the house.  Until Rhodri, an eighteen-year-old oddball arrives to care for her full-time and together they set off on a road trip of the imagination. Writer: Emily White  Emily is an emerging screenwriter and playwright.  She originally trained as an actress at RADA before changing tack and obtaining an MA in Theatre Writing at the University of York in 2015.  In the five years since graduating she has been shortlisted and longlisted for numerous competitions including: Bolton Octagon Top Five Season, Arcola Heretic Voices, 4 Screenwriting, 4Stories, and BBC Drama Room. In 2018 she won a place on Channel 4’s 4Screenwriting Course where she developed her pilot Land of My Fathers about a Syrian refugee coming to live in a small Welsh town.  She was then selected to be part of the BBC Wales Writersroom group ‘Welsh Voices’ in 2019. Her acclaimed play, Pavilion, premiered at Theatr Clwyd in Sept-Oct 2019, directed by the Olivier award winning director Tamara Harvey and published by Faber & Faber. Her digital theatre microplay ‘Homework’ was released in October online for Wrapt Films/Open Sky Theatre, to high acclaim.   She is under commission to write another play for Theatr Clwyd and was one of six writers selected for English Touring Theatre’s Nationwide Voices Program 2020.  She also has a television serial in development with Little Door Productions.   Director: Chelsey Gillard Chelsey is the Carne Trust Associate Director at the Stephen Joseph Theatre, where she recently worked on The Snow Queen. She is also a co-founder of PowderHouse, the Company in Residence at the Sherman Theatre in Cardiff. Recent Directing credits include: Antigone (National Theatre Wales/ Sherman Theatre/ PowderHouse), The Invisible Woman (Wales Millennium Centre and tour), Saethu Cwnigod/Shooting Rabbits (Sherman Theatre and tour) and BLUE (Chippy Lane/Chapter Arts Centre). Currently Chelsey is on the script reading panel for both the Theatre Uncut Political Playwriting Award and The Other Room’s New Page programme. Chelsey is an Associate Director of Chippy Lane.  Performer: Michelle McTernan Michelle has been a professional actress for 24 years. She is also a Drama Practitioner and runs a disability theatre in Swansea S.Wales. Theatre Credits Includes: Metamorphosis (Hijinx Theatre Company) The Revlon Girl (Edinburgh Festival/Park Theatre, London) Mission Control (Hijinx Theatre/National Theatre Wales) The Three Night Blitz, (Joio Productions/Swansea Grand Theatre) Titania, A Midsummer Night's Dream, (Pontardawe Arts Centre) The Revlon Girl, Barren (October Sixty Six Productions) Bara Bread (Theatr Gwalia) Macbeth, Merchant Of Venice, Buoy, Fall Out 84 (Pontardawe Arts Centre) GrannyAnnie,Trivial Pursuits, Erogenous Zones, Roots And Wings, Family Planning, Kiss On The Bottom (GrassrootsProductions)FleshAndBlood(ShermanTheatre/Hampstead Theatre),TheOystercatchers )SwanseaGrand/ShermanTheatre),Blue Remembered Hills (Torch Theatre), Under Milk Wood, Rosencrantz And Guildenstern Are Dead (Clwyd Theatr Cymru/Tour),Twelfth Night, Cymbeline, The Merchant Of Venice (Ludlow Festival) And (Wales Theatre Company/Tour). Television And Film Work Includes: The Crown (Netflix) Casualty (BBC Wales) The Lost Viking (Tornado Productions), Sisters, (Tornado Productions), Aetheled, Tree Bastards, (Tornado Films/Nowhere Fast Productions),The Healers (Pooka Films) Stella (Tidy Productions, Sky1 Hd) 4 Series semi regular,  Rain (Tornado Films) Caerdydd (S4C) Midnight (Nowhere Fast Productions) Dr Terrible’s House Of Horrible (Bbc), Tales From Pleasure Beach (Bbc), Light In The City (Bbc Wales) And The Feature Film Very Annie Mary (Dragon Pictures). Bobinogs. Cbeebies/Bbc Wales/Worldwide. Radio Work Includes: Goat St Runners, Return Journey (Lighthouse Theatre Co),Cottage Industry (BBC Radio Wales) Commercial- GumTree, BT Advert, Llandovey House Advert, Mind Cymru Advert. Performer: Lissa Berry Lissa is an actress, voiceover artist and narrator. Her theatre career began at the Sherman Theatre in Cardiff in the mid 80s in productions of Mishima and Hamlet. She performed in many productions in London, including Queen Christina at BAC, White Lies at the Finborough Theatre and NewsRevue at The Canal Cafe Theatre. She is a regular performer at Short Stories Aloud in Oxford and also at The Berko Speakeasy where in 2018, she had the privilege of performing a duologue with Geoffrey Palmer called Easter Lilies. Also in 2018 she wrote and performed her first solo piece, Sin Eater, directed by Chelsey Gillard at the Offbeat Festival in Oxford and then as an extract for the Chippy Lane Welsh Women’s showcase at The Old Red Lion in London. In 2019 she was selected as the Welsh entrant for the BBC Radio 4 Norman Beaton Fellowship Award where she became a finalist. She began her voiceover career as a continuity announcer for BBC Choice, Sky Arts and as a co-announcer with Phill Jupitus for the Paramount Comedy Channel. She has narrated many TV shows and documentaries for BBC, ITV, Channel 4,, Sky Arts and Discovery, such as Horizon, Ancient Apocalypse and World’s Most Extreme. Her most recent audiobook titles for Audible are Impossible Causes by Julie Mayhew, The Librarian by Salley Vickers and How to Belong by Sarah Franklin. Written by Emily White Directed by Chelsey Gillard Performed by Michelle McTernan & Lissa BerryProduced & Edited by Chippy Lane Productions Ltd. Music by Grand Tradition  This podcast has been kindly supported by The Carne Trust.

Puerto Rican Queen Christina Cruz talks about her road to Tokyo in 2021

Do you want to know how to leverage mainstream media to promote your business?  ⁣ Then you’re really going to want to listen to this podcast episode with Christina Nicholson, Founder of Boutique PR agency Media Maven, speaker, writer, TV and podcast host.    ⁣Christina refers to herself as an ‘accidental entrepreneur’. Unlike some people who started young with their lemonade stand, this BossBabe was a TV reporter and anchor. Now, she runs a remote team doing amazing work to give business owners the publicity to position themselves and promote their products.   In this episode, Christina lifts the lid on how you can get in front of the camera to make more money. The secret sauce she reveals, comes not only from gaining coverage, but from learning how to LEVERAGE that coverage.    If you’re looking to learn how to make the most of mainstream media and get press attention that converts into profit, then this episode is a must listen!   Links: Sign up for our free, expert training: How to Start, Grow, and Monetize Your YouTube Channel bossbabe.com/grow-youtube Get 60 days free with ShipStation. Use code BOSSBABE at www.shipstation.com   Follow: @daniellecanty  @christinaallday  

Welcome to another episode of the Queer Stories Save Lives podcast! Bailey and Sarah talk about the incredible life and mysterious death of Marsha P. Johnson and the 17th century badass androgynous ruler of Sweden, Queen Christina. . . . Connect with us on Twitter @QueerSave and on Instagram @QueerStoriesSaveLives. . . . Resources: Christina, Queen of Sweden Queens of Europe: Queen Christina of Sweden (VIDEO) Marsha P. Johnson The Death and Life of Marsha P. Johnson (Netflix documentary) . . . Have an idea for an episode or an LGBTQ+ hero you'd like us to highlight? Leave us a voice message here. We can't wait to hear from you!

Welcome to the Queer Stories Save Lives podcast! Hosted by Bailey and Sarah Welch-Pomerantz, this podcast is focused on learning about and celebrating queer history, culture, and current events. Bailey and Sarah talk about everything from the Stonewall Uprising to lesbians in the Middle Ages who masqueraded as midwives to Queen Christina, a Swedish ruler who dressed in men's clothing. We hope you'll join us! . . . Connect with us on Twitter @QueerSave and on Instagram @QueerStoriesSaveLives. . . . Have an idea for an episode or an LGBTQ+ hero you'd like us to highlight? Leave us a voice message here. We can't wait to hear from you!

Would you marry to keep the crown or abdicate because marriage is ick (and the fact you maybe were a lesbian)? Also, in the movie adaptation, Greta Garbo does kiss a woman so...

This episode is all about Miriam, a lesbian artist. Jess talks to her about her first experiences and crushes and what it meant to be attracted to women from an early age. She explores stories highlighting personal struggles in relation to internalised homophobia and shame, questions whether lesbians can objectify women as already often exemplified in heteropatriachial ways, and discusses issues around neurodiversity. There is also a discussion about the perception of intelligence in today's society, as well as why Queen Christina of Sweden would have been a great 'Sugar Momma'. Things of interest that are mentioned in this episode:Queen Christina, Garbo as Queen Christina, Ellen Page on Coming Out

Busby Berkeley has his biggest year, Greta Garbo bursts back into the spotlight, the Marx Brothers tackle politics and war, and the Empire State Building meets its match - and all that in a single year. Join Rachel Schaevitz and Aaron Keck as we discuss the year in cinema, escapist musicals, earthquakes, comebacks, special effects, mirror scenes, and more - and then we'll award the best picture of 1933 and announce the nominees for 1934. The nominees are Duck Soup, 42nd Street, Gold Diggers of 1933, King Kong, and Queen Christina. Who wins the Moonlight?

Join us for a tale about Queen Kristina of Sweden, otherwise known as The Girl King! We will have another episode coming out tomorrow, Saturday, to help you get through another hour of quarantine! Stay safe folks! --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/legendary-lasses/support

En los últimos días pudimos participar de un mastermind sobre marketing de afiliados y Facebook Ads en California, USA. Allí entrevistamos a la superafiliada Christina Szekeres, más conocida como FB Queen, donde nos contó su historia y nos dio algunos consejos para tener éxito con el marketing de afiliados. Si quieres ver el video del podcast que se publica los días jueves posterior a la publicación del podcast, puedes visitar nuestro canal en YouTube: click aquí Sigue a AcademiaBiz en Facebook: click aquí Sigue a Mariano Córdoba en Instagram: click aquí Si quieres conocer más de Christina visita: https://imqueenconsulting.com/

Hey everybody! Welcome back for another great episode of Queer All Year! Today, Cat starts out with a history of Queen Christina of Sweden. Next, McG has a little segment about bridges. Finally, Cat goes into a Supreme Court case regarding LGBT discrimination in the US military. Thanks so much and remember: We Love You!

Episode 54: The Girl King   We're going even farther back in time this week, queers! Last time, we went to the 1920s with Vita and Virginia. Now, we're going to the 1630s!! This movie made by a Finnish director, taking place in Sweden, and spoken in English for some reason, is about Christina, Queen of Sweden and First Names (that last part is not real). Queen Christina was A Gay but somehow got bought (not literally, but still) by the pope and is one of only two women buried next to a pope. Because patriarchy! And Catholicism! Same same. Christina is also remembered as the Virgin Queen which is bull.shit. because we all know virginity is a construct! Anyway, we liked this movie alright, so you can listen to us talk about it. Love ya, gay virgins!  Further reading: The Girl King Wikipedia Variety review by Dennis Harvey

This week, Alison teaches Shan about Queen Christina, the King of Sweden!   Support us on Patreon! http://patreon.com/vintagelespod  Send us an email: vintagelespod@gmail.com Follow us on social media: https://twitter.com/VintageLesPod https://www.instagram.com/vintagelespod/ https://www.facebook.com/VintageLesPod/

On this week's More Morning Coffee, Makayla & Robert talk about Disney+, Don Cherry, the AMA's happening on Sunday (featuring QUEEN CHRISTINA!), and the Grey Cup!

Co-host and sci-fi author Thomas Page gives us an oddball film history lesson about Greta Garbo's famed final shot in Queen Christina. #amwriting #selfpub #oldhollywood #podcast Catch the GetPublished! Radio Show with host Gerald Everett Jones, author of Bonfire of the Vanderbilts and the new mystery-thriller Preacher Finds a Corpse.  There's more advice for self-publishing authors at getpublishedradio.com.

This week, Max and Allison are joined by Liz and Riley to discuss 3 women who defied the expectations of their time. The first, a queen whose life could fill 10 seasons of a cable tv show, kept Europe on its toes with her every move; the second, a woman whose advocacy made her the first Native-American woman to argue in front of the US Supreme Court, literally chose her hill to die on; and the third, the first female stunt woman in the United States, was a master of reinventing herself to stay on top: Queen Christina of Sweden, Eliza “Lyda” Conley, and Helen Gibson! / For more info on Its Personal, and for tickets to Bitches Get Personal, go to http://www.itspersonalonstage.com. / Intro and Ad Music provided by BenSound.com / Logo Art by Lauren Cierzan / Join the Conversation! thebitcheryofhistory.com / Facebook / Twitter / Instagram / Max: @QuirkyTitle Allison: @AHPowell91 Liz: @lizkummer4 Riley: @rileybillingsley The Team: Janette Danielson (@Neddie94) Sydney Tannenbaum (@sydneyxmastree) Jess Lee (@jessmlee)

GetPublished! Radio co-host and sci-fi author Thomas Page gives us an oddball film history lesson about Greta Garbo's famed final shot in Queen Christina. This featurette runs to promote the GetPublished! Radio Show with host Gerald Everett Jones, author of Bonfire of the Vanderbilts and the new mystery-thriller Preacher Finds a Corpse. There's more advice for self-publishing authors at getpublishedradio.com.  #oldhollywood #podcast #amwriting

Here's a compilation of short book reviews and from our GetPublished! Radio show: Our host Gerald Everett Jones reviews Mistress of the Revolution by Catherine Delors. Historical fiction is all about today! Co-host and sci-fi author Thomas Page gives us an oddball film history lesson about Greta Garbo's famed final shot in Queen Christina. Tom shares a throwback science-history lesson about John Stuart Bell's "quantum proof of human consciousness affecting matter." Tom gives us a history lesson about the Los Angeles Times union time-bomb of 1910. Gerald reviews The Art Thief by Noah Charney, a mind-twisting art-history thriller. Gerald Everett Jones is author of Bonfire of the Vanderbilts. And there's more advice for self-publishing authors at getpublishedradio.com. #selfpub #amwriting #podcast

Sicilian-born composer Alessandro Scarlatti had a love/hate relationship with the city of Rome. In the early part of his career, he was employed there by the self-exiled Queen Christina of Sweden, and he returned to the city for the last six years of his life, composing some of his finest work there. Lucie Skeaping explores Scarlatti's Roman years and some of the music he produced during his time in the Italian capital.

Christine Sellin joins Kerry and Collin for a discussion of the 1980 horror film CHRISTMAS EVIL. They also answer listener mail, talk about obscure Christmas music and Kerry talks about Fellini’s 8 ½ (1963), Harold and Maude (1971) and Queen Christina (1933) for the “We Just Say Book” segment. Also, here's a special Christmas treat courtesy of Jim: https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x2cdlqp 

Seventeenth-century royal items were stolen from a Swedish cathedral. The heist, which took place on July 31 at the Strängnäs [STRAHNG-nahs] Cathedral, involved two golden royal crowns and a royal orb that were all covered with beads, pearls, and crystals. The crowns were owned by two of Sweden's 17th-century monarchs, King Karl IX and Queen Christina. According to reports, the thieves stole the items by breaking a locked display cabinet, which was also set with alarms. A witness scheduled to get married at the cathedral a week after the heist also reported seeing two men escape the cathedral and ride a speedboat to evade capture. In early August, the police were able to identify one of the two men following a detective search in Stockholm [STOK-hohm] using helicopters, boats, and cars. However, the police were not able to recover all of the stolen royal items. The police believe that the mastermind behind the robbery may be a specialist collector or someone who is not aware of the items' value. Despite the speculations, the police claimed that the thieves would be hard-pressed to sell the loot. This is because there is a limited market for the Swedish royal items. Additionally, the jewels are easy to spot because their images are popular in the media. The heist was all over the news, drawing the attention of international media as the International Criminal Police Organization (Interpol) ordered a warrant of arrest for the two suspects. Johan Dalman, the bishop of Strängnäs Cathedral, commented that what the thieves did was equivalent to stealing a part of Swedish history, thus offending the entire nation.

Today’s episode is about one of my favorite lesser known members of In this episode, we go over Queen Christina Vasa, a well-read tomboy from Sweden. Queen Christina, the daughter of the well known King Gustavus Adolphus, seemed to live in the shadow of her father, however even while being in his shadow, her life was an interesting one.

This is it! We have officially finished our first episode of the new rebooted podcast.  What is new: -Microphone -Format -Intro song -Hosts  What is old: -Everything we talk about. Notes for the podcast: We discuss our series on the history of queerness in media looking at,  Different from the Others, the Beginning,  Queen Christina, Queer Codes and Queer Coding, and The Future of Queer Media. The Hitchcock film I vaguely reference is Rope(1948) We discuss the Hexer Project which you can support here. Sources:   [Disclaimer: some of the sources may contain triggering material] The Princess and The Scrivener. Chilling Challenge Day 2: Queer Coding Male Animated Villains.Retrieved October 30 2016 from https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sAJ-mqepq3I Riley J. Dennis. Is Queercoding Villains Harmful? Retrieved October 30 2016 fromhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z9R-Kr2BcpM Andrew Scahill. Queer Representation in the Cold War. Retrieved October 30 2016 fromhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VmlLcAta_6A Sage Rants. History of Homosexuality. Retrieved October 30 2016https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SeDhMKd83r4 UOregon. Community Conversations: Over the Rainbow -- Queer Coding in the Media.Retrieved October 30 2016 from  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PbJZm3spGhc Angel City Sirens. Gals Being Pals. Retrieved October 30 2016 fromhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cstjjOXKOYY AreTheyGay. A Brief History of Subtext. Retrieved October 30 2016 fromhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nwrTU-FnGlw Rowan Ellis. Queer Witches in Pop Culture // Something Wicked pt. 2.Retrieved October 30 2016 from https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OLwfi_-YlL0 HippieXena. Representation of queer women in film and TV. Retrieved October 30 2016 fromhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L--Cg_pJX4M Media Smarts. Queer Representation in Film and Television. Retrieved October 30 2016 from http://mediasmarts.ca/digital-media-literacy/media-issues/diversity-media/queer-representation/queer-representation-film-television Mislak, M. (2015, August 15.) Filmic. From Sissies to Secrecy: The Evolution of the Hays Code Queer. Retrieved October 30 2016 from  https://filmicmag.com/2015/08/01/from-sissies-to-secrecy-the-evolution-of-the-hays-code-queer/ Taylor, T. (2016, January 19.) Greta Garbo was the original celesbian. Retrieved October 30 2016 fromhttp://www.afterellen.com/movies/469931-greta-garbo-original-celesbian Petersen, A. (2012, September 12.) Scandals of Classic Hollywood: The Exquisite Garbo. Retrieved October 30 2016 from  https://thehairpin.com/scandals-of-classic-hollywood-the-exquisite-garbo-72f0f9409ec#.zandhu4pf Watchonline. teaser - Queen Christina. Retrieved October 30 2016 fromhttp://www.dailymotion.com/video/x30sqq1 Pre-Code.Com. What is Pre-Code Hollywood? Retrieved October 30 2016 fromhttp://pre-code.com/what-is-pre-code-hollywood/ Pre-Code.Com. Queen Christina (1933) Review, with Greta Garbo and John Gilbert. Retrieved October 30 2016 from http://pre-code.com/queen-christina-1933-review-greta-garbo-john-gilbert/ Hall, M. (2016, December 31.) The New York Times. Greta Garbo Appears as Queen Christina of Sweden in Her First Film in More Than Eighteen Months. Retrieved October 30 2016 from http://www.nytimes.com/movie/review?res=9802E1D91531E333A25754C2A9649D946294D6CF Conochalla, C. (2015, June 15.) The Most Powerful Lesbian of 1930s Hollywood. Retrieved October 30 2016 fromhttps://lescentricguide.com/2015/06/24/lets-start-from-the-beginning/ Turned Classic Movies. Queen Christina (1933). Retrieved October 30 2016 fromhttp://www.tcm.com/tcmdb/title/385/Queen-Christina/articles.html Brisman, S. Salka Viertel. Jewish Women’s Archive. Retrieved October 30 2016 fromhttp://jwa.org/encyclopedia/article/viertel-salka AreTheyGay. The Problem With Queerbating. Retrieved October 30 2016 fromhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r-nWufwm074

Queen Christina & Pope Clement IX; Drawing by P.P. Sevin Deposed queens, papal politics, sugar sculptures, & Bernini- a combination that could only happen at a Baroque feast! Join us this week as we explore the politics of feasting in the 1650s when Pope Alexander VII did the unthinkable & invited a woman to dinner! Learn about sugar sculptures that cost more than a car & how the design of an armchair had the potential to make or break Bernini's career. After all, no one throws a feast like the Romans!  Written & Produced by Laura Carlson For more information on Queen Christina, Baroque feasting, and the episode soundtrack, please see here. Find on iTunes | Other Players Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Rising romantic lead John Gilbert signed with MGM in 1924 and the next year he starred in King Vidor’s The Big Parade, the studio’s biggest hit of the silent era. That same year, Louis B. Mayer brought his new discovery to Hollywood: an enigmatic Swedish actress named Greta Garbo. Garbo and Gilbert starred together in the romantic melodrama Flesh and the Devil, and began a relationship in real-life, which was eagerly exploited by the still-fledgling Hollywood publicity machine. Gilbert’s career suffered from his contentious relationship with Mayer, and his increasing alcoholism, while Garbo’s star continued to rise. In 1933, Garbo made it a condition of her MGM contract extension that the studio cast Gilbert as her love interest in Queen Christina. Within three years, Gilbert was dead. Within ten years, Garbo’s career had taken a turn, too. This episode was sponsored by Audible.com, with over 180,000 audio books and spoken word audio products. For a 30-day trial and FREE audiobook of your choice, go to audible.com/remember. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

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One of the 17th Century’s most famous women—her life, arts patronage, and historic accomplishments are explored as well as music associated with her court.