Redwood College II

REDWOOD COLLEGE II

Thanks to Tie of Hope for creating the original Redwood College SRP from which this SRP very heavily borrows.

This takes place at a College off the coast of California. Redwood College. Students come from all over the world, because in fifty years no one has failed to graduate. It's the best college to be at, or so says the catalogue. But there's one strange thing about it. Truthfully, the students own this place. It's a small island with a little town and the college.

It would be an understatement to say the place has a gang problem. A 'gang problem' implies that criminals run around and sometimes commit crimes, while the authorities can do little about it. Redwood has "the Kipati". The Kipati are the sole gang that controls the island in every aspect of its life. The College's administration, the local police - everything that matters is in the hands of this gang. Newcomers to the island quickly find out that the Kipati can do anything - ANYTHING - they please, and that there is no way to permanently leave the island. Those who do leave without permission have strange accidents 100% of the time, as if a curse has been put on them.

The Kipati run in a 'pack'. The lowest rank is Omega and the highest is Alpha. The Alpha has unlimited power. The Kipati are identified by a leather spiked collar with a visible buckle on the front, on which a letter identifies their rank.

Anyone on the island who does not have the collar are considered 'Prey'. Any member of the pack can do anything they like to any Prey. Torture, rape, molest, beat up, order them around, make them do anything. All but the freshest folks on the island have realized that resisting the Pack is futile and dangerous. Those in the pack value their place greatly and have unlimited loyalty to the Pack, even the lowliest Pups that are treated little better, if not worse, than the Prey. Those who are not in the pack usually crave to be allowed in. But their wishes don't matter.

The Pack recruits new members by claiming them. First a Theta or above scopes you out, then an Alpha or Beta claims you. How? Simple. They put you into a submissive position and slip a Pup's collar around your neck.

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There may or may not be BDSM. If you're not for that, don't join in a submissive role. Please try to use periods at the ends of sentences, " " when your character is speaking, and type in third person (James, he, his, him) not (I, me, mine). The point of this is to have fun, not write a novel, but please maintain some decent minimal length to your posts. At least a paragraph or so. It's really not all that hard at all. Thanks.

If you like the above, write up a character and join in this thread. The only position off-limits is that of the Alpha.

The OOC thread for this SRP is here. If you have an OOC question, or comment, or suggestion, please take it there.

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Order of the Pack:
Alpha: Leader, head, person in charge and can end your life in the snap of their fingers.

Beta: Normal Seconds of the pack. Normally those the Alpha Favors the most. They have power to claim, only with the Alpha's permission.

Theta: Hunters of the Pack. They seek out Prey and bring it to the Alpha for permission.

Kappa: Spies and fighters of the Pack. Well respected, they tend to be the one's who love fucking around with the Pups or Prey they can get at.

Zeta: Counciler of the Pack, they try and comfort the new recruits. The Zeta have some power. They are the healers of the pack. If someone is hurt, they go to take care of this person.

Tarka: A normal, accepted member of the Pack. They've learned obedience, and work together. They tend to be servants to the higher ranks or low-level fighters.

Omega: First lowest of the Pack, like the Kappa they fuck around with Pups or Prey. They tend to be servants to the higher ranks.

Pup/Whelp: The very bottom of the Pack, these are the newly claimed of the Pack. They are the push overs, they are the jokes, they are the sex toys and the punching bags for everyone in their pack. Still, this position is a whole lot better than being Prey. Once they get past obedience, Pups are allowed to advance upward in the pack.

My Character

Name: Steve Cox
Age: 22
Appearance: Tall and toned, but not overly hunky, balancing agility, speed and strength well. He has a handsome manly face full of resolve, piercing green eyes and military-like flat-top cut, brown/blond hair.

In his senior year now, it has been many months since he first transferred into Redwood and was made a Beta, skipping other ranks. It was a rare occurance for someone to be claimed like that, but Steve's arrogance and firmness with the Kipati Alpha, Tash, earned it. Of course, it could have just as easily earned him death, had Tash been in a worse mood that day, but it didn't, and now Steve was her right hand and one of the most trusted people.

IC:

Steve yawned and stretched as the sun finally got him awake. It was 11am and last night was crazy, even by Redwood standarts. But his young, strong body took it all without much hardship and now Steve was as ready as ever for another day.

He got up, took a shower and got dressed into jean shorts, a white T-shirt and, of course, his Beta collar. Then Steve pointlessly ran his hand over his short hair that was always presentable and grinned at his own reflection in the mirror. Definitely the way he wanted to look. A 9mm in the hip holster and a knife completed his equipment and Steve walked out of his room into the hallway of the huge Kipati residence building.

He nodded to a few other Kipatis and said his 'hi's. In the main hall he spotted a cute girl with an Omega collar.

"Hey, you." He pointed at her. "Come here, honey."

When the girl did, Steve looked her over, liking what he saw. A pair of Kappa fighters he knew came to his sides for the show.

"Show us your tits, girl."

She did as told, immediately lifting her top. She put a grin on her face and shook her shoulders a little, making her tits sway. Steve grinned.

"Pretty good." He reached out and started kneading them. "What's your name?"

"It's Liz, Steve." She smiled. Steve nodded he got used by now that everybody knew who he was, even the people he didn't personally know. There were only a few Betas and only one Alpha, so each of them was something of a local celebrity.

"Tell you what, Liz. You're gonna go out and get a juicy cumshot on these tits today. Got it?"

She just smiled and nodded. "I was gonna do that anyway, Steve."

Steve grinned and pet her on the cheek. "Good girl, now get out of here." She definitely knew her obedience by now, Steve noted. Maybe she wouldn't stay Omega for very long. Or maybe not. It took more than being obedient to get promoted.

"Come on, guys, let's cruise around." Steve tossed to two Kappas and they all walked out of the building and towards Steve's Jeep.

Name: Liz Kuronama, the Zeta of Kipati
Age: 20
Appearance: Exotic and gorgoeous with a body to die for. Her eyes are almond shaped and a deep blue, her skin a light golden colour. Her face is perfectly balanced, with high cheekbones, a heart-shaped visage and cute small nose and great smile. Hair is a shiny and thick blue black, always worn flowing down her back. Short, about 5' tall but with a toned and muscular cheerleader/gymnast body balanced with perky 32c breasts. She's roughly about 32c-25-34, an hourglass figure that everyone wanted, but one had laid claim to.
Major: Nursing

Liz Kuronama remembered when she came to Redwood. She had been a cheerleader and very popular in high school, and had started out at a university . Her parents had seen an advertisement for the "amazing academics" that Redwood promised. Intellectual and cunning to a fault, she finagled her parents into letting her transfer from her Midwestern University to out here.

She had made quite the right decision. In the first week, she had managed to avoid the strange looks other students gave her, and responded with dirty looks, snide remarks, and generally just being a bitch.

Word had gotten to Tash that there was a hot newcomer that had balls. That was good, the Alpha liked strong women. She had considered putting the little bitch in her place herself, but she left it up to the others. Whether it be a Kappa capturing her or the Beta or Zeta or whatever, she didn't care. She would be a worthy Kipati if Tash saw to it.

Steve had seen her for the first time walking across the Quad while he was reading a message from Tash, sitting on the grass for a quick break between his tasks, tight sweater straining across her breasts, riding up to reveal her flat stomach with the shiny navel piercing Steve couldn't keep his eyes off of. He wanted her, needed her, had to make her his. He had spaced out a bit, when he was aware of a kick to his shoulder.

"What the fuck are you staring at, Rambo?" Liz had said in a strong, somewhat challenging voice. Steve's eyebrows shot up. Noone had dared talk to him in that tone for a long time. Even the Prey knew not to smart off to him, as they knew who he was. Liz knew, she just didn't give a fuck. Smirking back at him, she faltered a bit as he rose to his full height, at least a foot taller than her. Grinning back at her, he grabbed her shoulders, picked her up off the ground and stared at her, somewhat hypnotized by her exotic eyes. Ensuing after that, was Liz giving Steve a kick to the crotch, and him dropping her startled. Liz ran like hell, and Steve, stunned, didn't give chase.

That night Steve had relayed his story to the Alpha Kipati. Tash chuckled, which was a rare occurrence. "Well well well, someone who doesn't jump in your pants the second they know who you are? What a rare find. She's yours Beta," Tash said with a chuckle, knowing that Steve would highly enjoy the pursuit of that one.

The chase was on, and Liz learned everywhere that Steve was and vice versa. Due to her wiles, it took him two weeks to get her alone. She was walking back from the hall at about midnight (stupidly, in retrospect), and he jumped her. She struggled all right. Long and hard as he dragged her into the forest. But what a sweet wonderful fuck she was, Steve thought after he broke her. And she thought he was the best fuck she had ever had.

Steve fucked her hard and long, and afterwards, told her of his plans. She was to be his, she was quite possibly the best fuck he had ever had, with her spirit and amazing body, and therefore all but Tash couldn't touch her without his permission. "Be a good girl, listen to me, don't fuck with other people and my name offers protection. Eventually you may gain power as well," he said, stroking her ass as she lie on the forest floor, completely exhausted after being fucked in all three holes for about three hours.

After their fuck session, Steve put a collar on her. It was the standard, but he had modified it to say "Slut of Beta". He would protect his property like it was no tommorow. He didn't want any stupid fucking Omega or Kappa soiling his slut. She was his.

After a week, her obedience and loyalty to Tash and him was proven repeatedly. She was a fairly good spy, and told him of an Omega who planned on trying to mutiny. The Omega was killed and Liz commended. Another thing that both the Alpha and Beta noticed was she was good with the recruits, and they often went to her to talk, afraid of the others, but knew that the "slut of the Beta" was alright to talk to. Her healing skills were noticed as well, and Tash began to concoct a plan. She told Steve and he nodded. "Out with the old and in with the new" was part of the plan, which would be enacted in a month.

Over the course of that month, Steve fucked Liz constantly. She was enthralled with him and would do anything and everything he said. But she was firm with the others except for the Alpha about touching her. Her body was his, and she wanted it to stay that way. After a few weeks, Steve wanted more than just that collar on her tight little body. He took her into town, got her nipples pierced par his command and on the small of her back was a tattoo of a dragon, and the initials SC with a beta intertwined underneath it, right above her ass.

The Old Zeta wished to leave. Reaching their point of not wanting to do it anymore, the Zeta wanted to move on from Kipati. Tash had recognized this, and in a rare act of semi-kindness, allowed the Zeta to step down. Surprisingly everyone in the pack including Liz, she chose Liz as the new successor.

Steve was a bit disappointed, until Liz said she wished to remain property of the Beta. It did have perks after all. Although STeve and Liz fucked others by choice, Liz got to choose who to have sex with, instead of the other way aroudn. Steve loved his hot cheerleader ass, so he allowed it and was glad to now have a slut in a position of power. Tash liked Liz as well, she was strong with everyone else, but listened well and obediently to her and Steve.

Liz now wore a Zeta collar, with a small d-ring attached to it, that had a tag that said 'property of the beta'.

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Liz bounced down the stairs of the dining hall. She had just finished eating her lunch. Smiling, she waved as she saw Steve's car coming down the road. His favourite outfit of that tight sweater that he had seen her first in was the top and the miniskirt of plaid that was pleated and showed her ass whenever she moved was on bottom, along with her beloved Zeta collar and high heeled, fuck me shoes. Grinning, she ran to the side of the road, waiting for him to stop.

OOC: OMG, did we just have the SAME ideas, or what? I feel like I copied off of you, lol! I hope this is okay. Wolk? I'll make a different character if these two are too similar.


Name: Sarah Davidson
Age: 21
Appearance: 5'8", slim build. Her skin is fair, spattered with freckles. Her hair is long, black and wavy. She has, now in her Junior year are Redwood, managed to settle herself into the position of Zeta. She isn't entirely sure how she made it here. Some of these people, despite their perversions and mean-streaks, were unbelievably gullible; some of them downright stupid. In any other situation, she might have been regarded as a manipulator - two faced, if you will. While she is a genuinely nice person, and will help out anyone that needs it (hence her finding a calling as one of the groups "counselors"), but deep within, she's looking for this vote of confidence as a sort of cover for her true intentions. After all, who suspects the nice girl of sabotage?

IC:

Sarah was stretched out on a blanket in the expansive shade of a group of cherry trees in the park on the east side of the campus. She laid on her stomach, feet in the air, crossed and waving back and forth. This position lent a nice view up her skirt and of her white cotton panties. Such a 'good girl' she was. She sucked on a lollipop and turned to the next page in her book.

Today she was reading The Basic Writings of Sigmund Freud. It would be an understatement to say that what intrigued her most was the human mind. And being here at Redwood gave her the perfect opportunity to delve deeper into what makes people tick -- especially people who have a few odd quirks.

She looked up from the book, allowing her glasses to slip down the straight bridge of her nose. Her gaze focused on a poor little pup being accosted by a couple of Thetas. Yet another poor soul that was going to need someone to talk to. Sarah let out a small sigh and smiled.

Watching these encounters always excited her somewhat. The two Thetas had the poor young girl trapped on a park bench. One of them had his hand wrapped in her hair and was stroking her throat while the other was squeezing her thigh, just outside the hem of her skirt in what was most likely a rather painful way.

Sarah squeezed her own thighs together momentarily and took a deep breath before pushing her glasses back up and letting her attention fall back to her book.

Steve smirked seeing Liz run to the curb excited and wave at him. Her tiny little skirt was riding up to her quick moves. Underneath, Steve knew, was either nothing or crotchless panties. He wanted her ready to be bent over any time, her skirt flipped up, and take a good hard fuck in either hole. And she knew it.

Quite a few times he did just that. Twice, he did it before even saying a word to her. Just saw her, grabbed her, bent her over, and boom. The talk came after her pussy was pumped nice and full of his cum.

It wasn't that unusual at Redwood, either. Witnesses didn't matter because none of them would speak anyway. For that matter, almost no crime would ever even get filed, unless of course the criminal wasn't Kipati. And so it wasn't that surprising to see an especially arrogant Kappa get bored with a lecture, pull the nearest girl or guy to entertain a little. And few would even say a word. It was bad. Or good, depending on which side of the collar you were on.

Steve pulled up to the curb and sent Liz a smile.

"Morning, bitch." He looked her up and down and nodded approvingly. "Get in the car. I haven't had my cock sucked since yesterday."

The Kappas grinned and stared at her, horny. To them she was like a forbidden fruit, desirable, even if they had plenty of other girls either dying to do them or that could be forced to. Steve prodded one next to him.

"Get in the back, Mitch. Give Liz some room here."

OOC:
Nicolette Brown
age: 19
hair: sandy blonde
eyes: blue-green
Slender build, 36C bust.

A new student, raw and fresh on the island.

IC: It was moving in day, and Nicolette wes getting settled into her dorm room. Redwood college certainly seemed to be a nice enough school. Isolated on an island, it seemed to be a peaceful, quiet school. Nicolette believed that finally she had gotten far enough away from her parents that she would be able to become her own person, not just fall in line with their expectations.

She didn't have a major in mind. She figured that would take care of itself, as Redwood College had a great reputation.

Well, she was moved in. Her roommate had yet to show up, though. She idly wondered who she would be, and if they would get along.

Cora Wilmington

Her father had it all arrainged - the apartment, the acceptance letter. And yeah, the school had a great MBA program, some of the best networking around. He also had the scar - the long thin white streak across his back, from a knife fight in college. When he went here. He would never explain why he smiled when she pointed it out, and he never spoke about his time here, other than it was very hard but the best thing he ever did.

He tried to make her come here for undergrad, but she completely refused, the rumors were...unsettling. He practically blackmailed her to come here for grad school, matching the already generous grad stipend and getting her everything she could possibly want or need, until she had no excuse beyond the scar and the rumors. And what excuse could that be for a daddy's girl to not go to daddy's school?

She had to admit, the apartment was perfect, looking out over the water and decorated impeccably. There were some roving undergrad toughs on campus, but the rumors couldn't possibly be true, not on a day this gorgeous. Grad classes didn't start for two weeks, but she was TAing an undergrad statistics class, so she had 'class' twice a week.

She fiddled over her first day of school clothes, almost entirely new, courtesy of papa's overflowing wallet and joy at her finally showing up at his alma mater. The skirt was long, thin and flowing, managing to reveal the grace in her motions and the shape of her slender long legs without showing off skin. Her thin tank top likewise showed off her dancer's build, going bit rounder at the hip and breast since she quit last year, though her muscles stayed toned with daily workouts. Her pale skin was freckled everywhere it was visable, her slim ankles with thier softly jinkly charm anklets, her delicate collabones and long delicate arms and neck. Her hair matched her skin, a natural flame red that held natural curls down to her waist, while her eyes were a shocking green. She picked some funky silver jewelry and tried to tame her hair into something presentable. Before she left, almost as an afterthought, she strapped the small black knife into its holster on her smooth thigh.

She headed for the classroom, getting lost enough so that she just managed to slip in and wave to the professor before he began introductions for the day, she took a seat in the front row and waved obediently when he introduced her as their TA, giving out her home address, phone number and e-mail so she could be contacted for any help. Cora wondered which frat was the feral one, the leather collars with the greek lettering stirred some fear in her.

How bad could it get, really?

Nicolette Brown

She had a day before her classes began. She decided this would be a good chance to walk around the island campus, to see where everything was. It would be a good day's walk.

She wore a pair of faded blue jeans, white Tshirt, and sandals. A small white handbag hung off her shoulder.

The sea air was bracing. She felt refreshed, happy. A new start on life.

As she walked, she noted groups of people wearing what looked to be dog collars, with strange symbols on them. At first, she thought little of this. Some strange custom, probably having to do with a frat.

A sense of apprehension grew in her. She felt followed. Glancing around, she saw a cafe up ahead. That's it, she thought, get somewhere public, with lots of people. That will be safe.

She thrilled as Steve smiled at her. She knew he loved indulging in her tight little body. And after he pulled up, she grinned, fiddling with her collar. He smiled at her and a tingle flowed through her body as his eyes undressed her. A feral smile appeared on her face as she saw his wonderful muscular body. He was perfect to her, and he knew it.

"Morning, bitch." He looked her up and down and nodded approvingly. "Get in the car. I haven't had my cock sucked since yesterday."

The two boys which she knew were Kappas stared at her, their eyes poring over her tits and ass, and she knew that they all wished to do what Steve did, to fuck her silly and slap her around whenever they liked. They all wanted a fucktoy as hot as her, but few received. The few girls that were as gorgoues as her were often claimed quickly

"Get in the back, Mitch. Give Liz some room here."

She grinned. "You heard your Beta, move bitch," she said in a flirtatious tone, causing the fledgling Kappa to blush and Steve to grin at her bitchiness.

As she took her place in the seat next to Steve, she leaned over and began to caress his cock with her small hands.

"So how has seifukusha's day been going?" Liz was half-Japanese and had grown up half her life there, and spoke fluent Japanese. Calling him her conqueror was hardly a stretch, and with her swiftly spoken Japanese, the only who caught it was him most of the time, and it incited less curiousity that way. She spoke of him as her conqueror, and that was true. He was.

Smiling, she began to unzip his pants, her head descending to begin one of her favourite activities, pausing before she took it into her mouth, awaiting his permission which was provided by a slight push to the back of her head. Liz had became an expert at how he like his cock sucked, and her submission to him turned him on even more.

Sheridan St. James

Name: Sheridan St. James

Age: 22

Appearance: Tall (5'9),with silver blonde hair large innocent looking sapphire blue eyes, full lips. Her willowy frame often makes people understimate her because it hides her true strength. Firm but small breasts, a flat stomach, gently flared hips, a tight ass and legs that go on forever let her wear whatever she wants.

Personality:She looks innocent but is as far from it as you can get. A viscious temper can only be curbed by two people on the island, the Alpha or Beta of her Pack. She busted her way up to being the head Theta and planned on staying there. Get her to relax and she has a good sense of humor, a sweet smile and a warm heart. Not that most people at Redwood see that side of her, mostly they see the cold hearted bitch and after a few broken bones they leave her alone.

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Sheridan was bored. There was a fresh crop of prey to be gone after but they were all so damned predictable. She sent the packs other thetas out to hunt but she actually gathere her books and went of toward class. She liked to get a good look and feel for the groups of prey that came in each fall and was intesely picky in those she chose to hunt herself. She brought in the fewest number of Omegas each year but hers invariably rose through the ranks to take on higher positions.

She was a good judge of talent and she liked a challenge. Most of her takes were males simply because they were often so much more spirited than the girls but if a strong looking woman crossed her path she was more than willing to take her on as well.

Slipping into her business class she smiled warmly at the professor who was one of her favorites and moved toward her accustomed seat at the front of the class. Only to find some little bastard in her chair! For a moment Sheridan saw red and without a thought her hand flashed out and sunk into the man's thick black hair. Snapping his head back she growled down at him, "Get your fucking ass out of my seat, NOW!"

"Soooo the bitches at this school have teeth," the boy said in a lazy southern drawl. "What if I like this seat?"

A cold smile curved Sheridan's lips and her eyes turned as icy as a winters day despite the sweet tone of her voice, "Well then sugar you can go to the ER because you have five seconds to move before I break your wrist."

Releasing his hair so hard that his head snapped forward she tapped her toe as she waited for the dumbass to move. He looked to the Professor who simply held his gaze and pointed to another seat he could use. That seemed to startle him because he gathered his things and moved two seats down.

Settling into her seat the icy look left Sheridan's face as she made small talk with her professor. In the back of her mind though she was planning her first hunt of the year.

Steve

He laughed seeing Liz lash out at one of his Kappas playfully. That's how it went. The higher ups had great power over those lower down. Liz might have been Steve's bitch, whom he could and did slap about in front of everyone, but she had more than enough power to make most people crawl on their knees in front of her. That made Steve's power over her so much sweeter and hotter. Any Pup could slap about prey, but only Steve could do it to Liz.

As she got in the front seat of the Jeep, having displaced Mitch into the back, Steve reached out and grabbed her by the back of her head. He pulled her into him and placed a hot, wet, lusty kiss on her sexy mouth. Her tongue gave him a demonstration of things to come. Very soon, he knew, his cock would be filling this mouth instead of his tongue.

He didn't even have to ask for it. The words he dropped earlier were enough for Liz to know what he wanted her to do and she wasn't the girl he ever had to ask twice about anything. Well, not since he put a collar onto her anyway.

With a small nudge on the back of her head Steve told Liz he was in no mood for lengthy foreplays and teasing. Touching, barely there licking, gently kissing, caressing his balls lightly, all of those and more she was an expert in. She could drive him crazy before she so much as put an inch into her mouth. But that wasn't what Steve wanted right now. His body stored up some massive amounts of lust during the night's sleep, and his cock was still half-hard from the morning's erection. He just wanted a hot, hard, intense blowjob that'd make him blow that big load into his hot bitch's mouth. And that's exactly what he got.

"Oh, fuck yeah!" He groaned. "Mmm, my bitch here can really suck cock. Ahh, I feel sorry you guys will never know how good this is." He teased the two Kappas in the back, grinning.

"Steve, you a real asshole, you know that!" The other Kappa, a muscular, dark-haired guy named CJ half groaned and half laughed.

Steve just laughed at that. He knew both Kappas must have had huge hardons by now. Liz could do that to any guy who saw her. He felt a little sorry for the next cute girl below their status that the two guys will get to. She was gonna be up for some double-action for sure.

"Look, there's Sarah." Steve pulled over at the curb at the edge of the field where Sarah was laying down innocently. He honked the horn.

"Hop in, hun." He said when she came to them. "We're off to Scarlet's Oyster. I'm fucking starving here."

He grinned.

"At lease Liz down here will get something to eat soon."

The skilled girl responded by stimulating just the right areas on his cock and Steve moaned in pleasure.

"Mmm, damn. Go easy there, Liz, or I'm gonna fucking crash the car." He grinned.

In a few minutes they pulled up to the cafe. Steve wasn't quite ready to blow just yet. He pulled Liz off his cock and stuffed it back into his shorts. Trying to fit a hard 8-incher into the shorts was a feat in itself, but Steve managed it. Not that it was comfortable.

The five Kipati went into the cafe and occupied a table. A cute waitress literally rushed to them. They knew damned well even a thirty second delay could cost them a lot of pain.

Steve reached up and under the waitress' short skirt and groped her ass absent-mindedly, while everyone thought about their orders. The girl just stood smiling at him. She knew who he was as well as what would happen to her if she tried to protest or show it wasn't OK.

Finally all made their orders and Steve nudged Liz.

"Under the table, Liz. You've got a job to finish."

In the meantime, Mitch, one of the Kappas, nudged another, CJ.

"Holy shit, look at that... No collar."

They both grinned, studying a blond girl with a nicely stacked rack under her white T-shirt. Mitched and CJ looked at Steve, who followed their gaze and smirked understandingly.

"Go ahead guys."

The pair got out of the table, grinning and walked to Nicolette. They each flanked her from either side and took a hold of her arm slightly above the shoulder.

"Hey honey, how're you doing?" CJ grinned.

His and Mitch's free hands almost simultaneously went up to her breasts and grabbed a handful each.

"Some nice tits you got here, girl. We're gonna have fun with you." Mitch grinned.

A few people looked at them, but those without collars quickly looked back. Some of those with collars kept watching with interest. Guys and girls.

Sheridan had eyed the guy she'd thrown out of her seat through the whole class. He was tall, well muscled, and that dark wavy hair just killed her. She could feel her fingers itching to use it as a handle or humiliate him by shaving it all off. He was good looking and from the number of notes he took he had a good grasp of what kind of work it took to pull decent grades...so he had a brain too.

Those were always the most fun.

He missed the feral look in her eyes when class ended and he headed out of the room without even looking at her. Taking her time to pack her own things back into her bag she slid silently out onto campus, her eyes scanning for the prey she now had in her sights. He was nearly five blocks down but she now realized just how large he was as the crowd parted around him! Broad shoulders and if she didn't miss her guess he was at least 6'4. He never even saw her as she tailed him to his dorm.

Now that she knew where he lived she smiled and whistled softly.The day was looking up. Deciding she was hungry she headed into town and laughed when she saw Steve's car outside Scartlet's Oyster. Where Steve went chaos tended to ensue so she decided to head inside.

Opening the door a fresh laugh parted her lips at the look on her Beta's face. He was obviously enjoying someone and she would be willing to bet she knew who. Sauntering to the table she offered Steve a grin in greeting before knocking lightly on the top of the table, "Hey there Lizzie. When you're done Steve I'd like to talk to you about some prey I saw today. Hey there Sarah, cute and innocent looking as usual I see."

She noticed two empty chairs and glanced around until she saw the Kappa's sandwhiching a prey girl between them. A wicked glint sparkled in her eyes as she glanced to Steve and asked, "Mind if I join you? You seem to have the best view of the show."

It was no perfunctory question but a serious one for all that it was light in tone. She knew her pack structure well and while she might just walk up and greet the Beta of her pack she wasn't fool enough to assume that meant she could just sit down without permission.

If he didn't take her to task for it Tash sure as hell would when she found out...and Tash found out everything.

Steve

With his eyes half-closed in pleasure that Liz's powerful lungs provided, Steve barely noticed Sheridan enter. He was ready to bark something negative when he heard her come in greeting, taking his mind away from Liz's nice blowjob. But a split moment later he realized it was his favorite huntress and gave her a small nod and a smile in return.

"Hi Sheri. You're joining us for some snacks."

He looked over her tight body, which she knew how to keep in shape. She was more like an officer than a simple Omega or even a Kappa to Steve. And though he had the power and authority to bend her just as much as he could any puppy, he almost never did. They had fucked before, but only when occasion called for it, at parties, or alone at night, or something to that degree. And it was, as far as he could tell, mutually pleasant.

"Yeah, have a seat. Freshman, I think. If she's naive enough to resist, the whole place is going to get a little demonstration of Kipati power. Are you into public humiliation, Sheri?" Steve said somewhat lazily. His mind was swimming in a cloud of pleasure as Liz's efforts were brining him closer and closer to orgasm.

"So what about that prey?" He looked at Sheridan across the table. "Spill the beans."

She groaned when he grabbed her hair and placed a hard kiss on her inviting mouth. Dropping back to her place right by his cock, she waited slightly for the nudge of permission, and he did it quickly. She could tell he wanted it right away so her head plunged back onto his cock, licking and sucking in all the right places, her hot wet mouth driving him to distraction. The groans and moans that emitted from her mouth made her feel better than any drug ever could.

"Oh, fuck yeah!" He groaned. "Mmm, my bitch here can really suck cock. Ahh, I feel sorry you guys will never know how good this is." He chuckled and smiled at them, he was being a complete jerk and it completely turned Liz on.

"Steve, you a real asshole, you know that!" One Kappa said, groaning and the other chuckled but she knew he was pissed. They probbaly were completely aroused right now. Liz knew the effect her body had on most men. Those poor Kappas would probably fuck the shit out of the next Prey or Pup they saw.

"Look, there's Sarah." Steve had pulled over and she assumed that the boring Zeta was sittign on the Quad. Liz found her nice enough, just not mean enough when it came to dealing with the Pups. They were both Zetas, so that put them on equal par, but the power Liz had as the Beta's slut was paramount. However, she respected Sarah enough to never fuck with her.

"Hop in, hun." Steve said and Liz heard her approach the car. "We're off to Scarlet's Oyster. I'm fucking starving here."


"At lease Liz down here will get something to eat soon."

Liz smiled, knowing what that meant and she licked the exact spots that made him hot and she heard a deep groan in return, which made her chuckle.

"Mmm, damn. Go easy there, Liz, or I'm gonna fucking crash the car."

They made it to the cafe, and he took her off his cock with Liz groaning in disappointment. She wanted his cum in her mouth, and she didn't like when she didn't get it right when she wanted it.

The five of them went into the cafe, and a pretty waitress speedily came up and took their orders. While doing so, STeve groped her ass, but the pasted smile remain on the dumb whore's face. Liz wasn't paying much attention, she just wanted the cock in hre mouth. Steve nudged her and told her to get under the table. Liz gave him her "Yes Master" look and quickly got on the floor, grabbing one of the seat cushions to put under her knees and began again, just as good as she was in the car.

She heard the two Kappa men speak about a new piece of ass, and just as she thought they would, they got up and brought her back to the table. Liz could give two shits at that moment, although if she was hot Liz would want to fuck with her as well.

She heard familiar footsteps come up to the table after a few minutes, and she knew it was Sheridan. Sheridan was a very sexy powerful woman that Liz had great respect for due to both physical and political power. Although Liz wouldn't take orders from her, she didn't treat her in the way she treated most of the other members of the pack.

A knock on the table startled her a bit as she sucked his cock. "Hey there Lizzie. When you're done Steve I'd like to talk to you about some prey I saw today. Hey there Sarah, cute and innocent looking as usual I see."

Liz merely chuckled at Sheridan's comment. She then heard Sheri ask to sit down, knowing that Steve would give permission at one second, but Sheri did know protocol which Liz admired. Liz knew it as well and except for with her Beta and Alpha, disregarded it most of the time.

After Sheri sat down Liz heard some discourse about the little Prey girl that they had at the table and the she merely continued to suck, bobbing up and down expertly and untiredly, waiting for Steve to climax in her mouth. She longed to ee the new prey girl and fuck around with her.

Steve

Steve had real trouble concentrating on the conversation. Liz sucked so well. He knew he should have gotten a room or some other private place. Then he could've just gone all out and enjoyed as loud as he wanted. But he was too horny and arrogant for that. She was his bitch and showing it off in public had it kinks that made both of them hot. But finally Steve has had enough.

"I'll be back with you in a minute, Sheri." He said.

Steve turned away from her, rested his head back and half-closed his eyes in pleasure. He reached down under the table with both hands and grabbed Liz's silky hair firmly. He felt her moan and purr happily, knowing he was near his orgasm already. It made her suck even harder. Steve made her bob her head on him rapidly and she did, easily taking all 8 inches of him into her, having her lips around the base of his cock. It was no easy thing to manage, and for a while after he claimed her Liz had great trouble doing this. But Steve was relentless and demanding with her and soon she learned this and many other things. Now she could take him any time with no gagging reflex or any other trouble. He could, and did, just fuck her mouth like a tight cunt.

Breathing hard and groaning quietly, Steve silenced his moans of pleasure to avoid screaming out in ecstasy. He bucked his hips to meet her bobbing head until he started coming. Then, quickly, he pulled out so that just the tip was left in her mouth. From that tip streams of hot semen rushed out onto her tongue.

"Ah... Mmm, fuck yeah."

Finally Steve sat back, relaxed and happy, just as Liz zipped him up like a good girl and came back from under the table to sit down.

"That was great, girl." He sent her a grin and petted her cheek.

A moment later the waitress showed up with their food. Steve looked at her indifferently.

"What took you so long?"

He said it evenly, but it was enough for the girl's eyes to show fear. She mumbled something about having gotten their food and being sorry she didn't bring it faster.

"You didn't bring anything for my Theta, Maria." Steve read the nametag on the girl's chest. "That's right, honey, she didn't order anything because your lazy ass didn't show up here when she came. You'd better beg forgiveness before she decides to torture you. Get on you knees, cunt."

And, to no surprise, the collarless waitress did just that, begging Shari to forgive her.

"So what about that prey?" He looked at Sheridan across the table. "Spill the beans."

Sheridan chuckled softly to herself and couldn't help wondering just how much of what she was about to say he'd hear and she was more then willing to repeat it later. Still she admire the fact that he tried despite having his favorite girl working on him. She started to tell him about the guy in her business class but she knew he was distracted and eventually she just stopped talking. She knew just how distracted he really was when he told her to give him a minute...five minutes after she'd shut up to let him enjoy his blow job.

When he finally came she watched his face with interest. She'd seen it before but she always enjoyed just how expressive his features were. On the few occasions they'd had sex she had most definatly enjoyed it. Even if he hadn't been her Beta she doubted she'd have ever turned him down, but she was glad he didn't feel the need to put her through her paces like he did Liz. Since she was no one's property it would have totally undermined her position with the other Theta's and she liked that he understood that. She'd see others misuse their power and totally fuck themselves up by creating more infighting then was necessary in those below them. Steve thought about the consequences of his actions and she liked that about him.

At last the waitress showed up with everyone else's food and Sheridan simply gave her a cold appraising look. She was about to speak to the girl when Steve lit into her instead. Sheridan enjoyed that better, the girls eyes went wide with fear for Steve in a way that they wouldn't have initially for her.

"You didn't bring anything for my Theta, Maria." Steve read the nametag on the girl's chest. "That's right, honey, she didn't order anything because your lazy ass didn't show up here when she came. You'd better beg forgiveness before she decides to torture you. Get on you knees, cunt."

Smiling to Steve she let the girl beg and then simply kneel silently before she reached out and tangled her fingers tightly into the girls hair. Forcing her head back she leaned in close so that the girl couldn't look anywhere but into the ice blue eyes trained on her.

"Why should I forgive you? Your lapse is inexcusible, not only did you offend a Kipati Theta but you had the nerve to ignore your duty to the Beta of the pack. Your job is simple, a monkey could perform it and perform it better then you have, all you have to do is keep track of tables. When you saw the Beta invite another of his pack to sit you should have moved off from whatever townie you were serving and scurried right over to take care of his guest."

Giving the girls head a shake she continued to glare while the girl whimpered and blubbered and apology to Steve as well. Sheridan then let a cold smile curve her lips.

"I don't forgive little girl, I hunt, I teach lessons, and if a lesson is learned I may let go of a transgression but forgive you simply because you can whimper a pretty apology and bat your eyelashes? Hardly. Now stand up bitch!" she snapped and released the girls hair with a snap of her wrist that made the girls head snap back sharply.

Quickly the waitress stood up, her eyes glued to the floor and saying nothing. Ignoring her for a moment Sheridan smiled sweetly to Steve, "I do believe you asked if I enjoyed public humiliation...yes, as long as I am watching or administering it." Giving him a playful wink she turned her attention back to the waitress.

The girl was shivering and all the Kipati in the little restaraunt could see her fear increase when Sheridan finally spoke in a tone as cold as her eyes, "Strip."

The waitress hesitated and Sheridan was on her feet in a second her fingers once more tangled in the other woman's hair, this time she snapped the girls head back and continued pulling so that her back was forced to arch and her head nearly touched the table. Using her free hand she drew a knife from the small of her back and slid it under the hem at the throat of the girls uniform dress. The girl didn't dare scream but her body went tense and so utterly still that Sheridan wondered if she was even breathing.

"You really are a stupid little thing aren't you? Paying no attention to the most important table in the place and then hesitating on a simple and very direct order. You need more lessons then I thought."

Cutting the uniform from the girl she then shoved her to her knees once more and reached into her school bag for a grease pencil she kept there for just such occasions. Townies had to be reminded of their place now and then and it was always best to be prepared to put them there. Without speaking to the girl she pressed her head down until it touched the floor and her back was bared to Sheridan. Pondering it for a moment she grinned wickedly as she wrote, Inatentive & Slow to Obey across the girls shoulders. Underneath she wrote, Open for punishment but no permanent damage, and signed her name so that any who saw the girl would know where the order came from.

Lifting the girl back upright she looked down into her eyes and noticed the other woman was crying. The tears didn't move her in the least, even the lowliest pup cried until they learned enough lessons that they stopped getting punished all the damned time.

"You'll remain silent except as you need to speak for your job today. When you leave work you will not utter a single word to a single person. Your punishment is written across your back and considering how tight and appealing your body is I'd expect to be hard used and to exacting standatds. You will leave that writing on your back until midnight tonight which is when you are allowed to return to your home. No earlier then that.

And believe me Maria, I will find out if you wash it off, or cover it up in any way, or go home early. If I hear of you trying to weasel out of the punishment you've earned with the insult to my Beta and myself you will not like the punishment that follows because I'll deliver it personally and while I've instructed no permanent damage this time, next time you might not be so lucky. Am I understood?"

The little waitress looked miserable but she nodded her head in understanding and when Sheridan released her she stood slowly and at last spoke in a quiet little girl voice, "What can I get for you Maam?"

Sheridan smiled and ordered her lunch and finally turned back to Steve who seemed to be enjoying his own lunch. "So anything particular on the agenda today Steve or are you just enjoying the lovely day?"

Steve

He watched with lazy interest while Sheri worked the blundered waitress. It was sure to be good or Sheri wouldn't be a Theta yet.

Steve wasn't disappointed. His interest was barely touched when Sheri cut off the girl's clothes. Normally it would be. The girl had a great body, complete with nice round tits adorned with sensitive pink nipples. But Liz had a talent for satisfying him fully. Now, too, after her great blowjob, Steve couldn't care less what this girl looked like. But he did appreciate the humiliation and punishment Sheri brought her, however.

Steve nodded in approval at Sheri once she was done and got started on his food. It tasted great - it better had or this place would be very, very sorry. Of course, there were other incentives besides punishments. The head cook and owner at Scarlet's Oyster wore collars themselves and were on good terms with the 'upper management' of the Pack.

He left his food for the time being and hugged his arm around Liz's shoulders, pulling her to rest her pretty head on his chest. He held her for some time, then picked a juicy piece of lobster meat, dipped it in sauce and brought it to her lips. A small smile crept up his lips as Steve watched her suck the piece and then take it all off his hand, caressing his fingers with her sexy lips. If she was going to keep it up, she'd soon have to take his cock again.

"We got some outside VIP guests coming in that Tash wants me to meet with. But that's not until later today. Then I might crash that party in the Con Hall tonight.

"By the way, Sheri, you're coming with me to see the outsiders. I got a feeling I might need you there."

He took a few more bites and chewed them down without haste.

"Until then, I don't know. Let's go check out that prey of yours. Who did you say he was again?"

Steve grinned at her understanding smile and looked at Liz. Damn, his girl was good. He pulled her in for a brief kiss on the lips, then looked back at Sheri, who explained it again.

The sound of a car horn invaded Sarah's headspace. She'd lost herself in her book and not noticed that the morning had completely passed her by. Her gaze found Steve's jeep almost immediately. She rose, making sure to be bent over plenty as she picked up her things and folded her blanket. Her skirts were always short enough to allow a peek of her conservative undergarments. She took her time gathering her things, and then double-stepped it to the car.

She offered the three boys inside the vehicle a half-smile, and twirled the sucker around in her mouth. Speaking of suckers . . Sarah glanced to the passenger seat as she neared and was not at all surprised by what she saw. Good little Liz, in her favorite and usual position. Steve told her to hop in, and she did so, though rather than sit between CJ and the other Kappa, she sat on CJ's lap and ground her ass down on the erection that was so very visible in his pants. She bit her lip, cast him an over the shoulder glance and then slipped between them to lean on the other guy, but left her leg hooked over CJ's. She smiled at Steve in the rear-view mirror as he groaned.

Soon enough they were at the cafe and seated. Per usual, a waitress rushed to their table, they all ordered and she rushed back to the kitchen. Sarah sat back, barely registering as Liz slipped under the table to finish her job and the two Kappas slipped off to fuck with Nicolette.

Sheridan approached, she and Steve talked. He came, Liz returned to her seat on the booth seat beside him. Shortly thereafter, their food arrived and Sarah could tell the waitress was really going to be getting the brunt of someone's irritation. She sat quietly by, sipping at her lemonade and absently tearing at her fries and cheeseburger. Rarely did Sarah join in on such physical tauntings. She didn't feel a need to make people do horrible things, or to do horrible things to them; at least not physically. She had certain opinions on some of the Kipati members, and the things they did, though those opinions were never spoken allowed. She wasn't stupid, after all -- quite the opposite. Sarah enjoyed more mental aspects of domination. There was nothing quite like a good mind-fuck, and she was expert. She knew that a lot of the Kipati's looked down on her for not being as mean as they were. If they only knew. Half of her lowers trusted, respected and liked her enough to do anything she'd ask because they wanted to, not because they were afraid of what she might do if they declined. Of course, if someone did deny a request, she'd break them in a most despicable way. "Innocent and passive-aggressive the other Kipati might find her, but Sarah was definitely not one to be messed with.

For now, she was content to sit and listen to the others speak of new prey.

"We got some outside VIP guests coming in that Tash wants me to meet with. But that's not until later today. Then I might crash that party in the Con Hall tonight.

"By the way, Sheri, you're coming with me to see the outsiders. I got a feeling I might need you there."

Outsiders? Who on earth would Tash have coming to the island and why would Steve need her there? She was about to ask when the waitress returned with her food. Her eyes were slightly swollen and her ass was already red. Someone had already been at her which made Sheri smile because it was obviously someone who was both thorough and understanding that the girl still needed to work. She could almost pity her when her shift at the retaurant was over....Almost.

Losing her train of thought she began to eat her crab legs and grinned with understanding when Steve asked her to explain about the prey she'd sighted again.

"He's in my business class. Marcus Thompson according to the roll call and he lives in Winston Hall. He's got spirit to him which should make him amusing and if we don't break him he'll probably make a good Kappa, possibly a Theta but I'll have to watch him a couple more days before I would say they for certain.

He's big though. I'll need help to bring him in unless he can be led by his dick. If that turns out to be the case then I'd say he's worthless. I doubt it though. Gut instinct tells me he'll be highly useful once he's broken to a collar."

Returning to her food she waited to hear Steve's thoughts on the matter and couldn't help but smile just a little at him and Liz. They were cute when they were together. If you didn't know them you could almost think they were any normal couple you'd see in any other place outside Redwood. Except among the townies the entire idea of a normal relationship just didn't really exist at the college. Steve and Liz were pretty much as close as it got.

"Steve do you mind my asking about the Outsiders you want me to come with you to meet? And in what capacity you want me to meet them? If I need to change into something other than jeans I need to know please."

Steve

He nodded, thinking, at her reasoning. She was part-right. A guy who would be stupid enough to relinquish enough control for a pussy to be seriously set up was worthless. Of course, once the collar was put in, there was plenty of prey to blow his horniness on, but it didn't solve the problem. There would be some women always off-limits, which he couldn't have whenever he wanted. If he was still succeptable to their charms too much, it wouldn't do.

'Tash brought me in by the dick, didn't she?' He thought.

Of course, everyone knew, it was only part-true. Tash claimed him by the dick, but she brought him in with force, or rather threat of force. He was just too smart to fight her and the entire gang, which is what it would've come down to. When they were safely in the basement dungeon of the Kipati House, guarded by several Kappas, Tash gave him a choice of 'humiliation or something else', from which he rightly picked 'something else'. Who knows what she ment by it originally, but she came over and straddled him on the couch, and rode him so expertly it became a duel of endurance. When he finally submitted to the pleasure and was all hers, she got off and finished him by hand. Her victorious grin and the collar snapped about his neck.

"I guess we will see. If he is smart enough you might only need to threaten, otherwise I'm sure a few Kappas will do the trick." He finished his food quickly and Sheri was almost done with hers.

"Wear what you always wear. It'll be fine for the meeting." He paused.

"As for who it is, you don't need to know yet. You'll see when they get here, and afterwards you'll keep your little mouth shut about it. All right?"

"Bring some scary gadgets or something that we use for breaking prey into pups. Something convincing we can show."

She was done eating by then and Steve stood up, holding Liz's hand and bringing her up with him.

"Know what, let's go pay your guy a quick visit right now."

He gave Sheri a small wink and tossed her keys to his Jeep. "You drive. I wanna play with Liz in the back seat."

"As for who it is, you don't need to know yet. You'll see when they get here, and afterwards you'll keep your little mouth shut about it. All right?"

Sheridan just looked up and nodded her head. If anyone but Steve or Tash had spoken to her like that she'd have rolled her eyes and busted out a tooth before he what had him. But it WAS Steve so she bit her tongue on the retort that popped into head about knowing when to keep her mouth shut. The boy was relaxed and in a good mood and she wanted his opinion on the prey she was scoping...definatly not the time to piss him off.

Catching the keys he tossed her she grinned playfully, "Good, if you're playing with Liz you won't notice how badly I drive."

It was a joke and they both knew it. She'd treat his Jeep like a baby even if she had a tendancy to kill her own cars. She'd been through three since she came to Redwood but her Dad always bought her a new one. He had gone to Redwood himself and was proud of his daughter's position within in the pack. As long as she held onto it he'd buy her anything she asked for.

Hopping into the front of the Jeep she reset bot it and the mirrors to suit her own needs while Steve and Liz climbed in back. The rearview mirror she managed to tilt just right so that she could see out the back and all she caught of Steve and Liz was the tops of their heads. It wouldn't do to be distracted watching them and get everyone killed.

The drive to Winston Hall was a short one and didn't really give the couple in back enough time to do much but get each other hot and bothered. Pulling into one of the parking spaces right in front of the building she couldn't help but smirk slightly to see a black jaguar in one of the Kipati parking spots, the plates on the back read MARC1 and she knew it to be the car of her intended prey. This boy was cocky, she was going to love bringing him down a peg or two!

Sliding form the Jeep to circle the car slowly she smirked when she heard a familiar voice from behind her, "Get away from my car bitch!"

Turning to face him the smirk never left her lips despite the fact that he moved in close, obviously trying to intimidate her with his language and his size. It didn't work. Realizing who she was he was slightly startled and she could see the angry look in his eyes as he remembered her hand wrenching his head back sharply in class.

Keep her voice almost clyingly sweet she all but purred, "Awwwww but it's such a pretty car stud. Cars like this always look better on smart girls like me than they do on dumbasses like you who can't read a reserved sign on a parking space."

Marcus just glared down at her and crowded her closer against the car, she was forced to step back against it or his size would have knocked her into it. Damnit this was why she'd been telling Steve she was going to need a Kappa or two to bring the guy in!

"Listen little girl, I know damned good and well what that collar on your little neck means and guess what, I don't give a fuck. You can put up your reserved signs wherever you like, if the spots open I'm taking it and if any of the Kipati don't like it I am more than willing to teach them a lesson. Maybe I oughtta start with you, you need a lesson after that stunt in class today," As he spoke he ran his fingers up her arm thinking she'd shiver or whimper or in some other way show fear and when she only looked bored he found himself getting angry.

Deciding she'd had enough of his trying to scare her she moved quickly and suddenly, grabbing his wrist with her right hand she stuck out her right foot and pulled him forward so that he tripped over her foot and his momentum smashed his head into the top of his own car. Stepping clear of him and the car she still looked bored and the smirk never left her lips.

"Obviously you don't know as much as you think you do prey. I'm no pup or Omega to be intimidated by the likes of you."

Sauntering back to the Jeep she could hear Marcus growling behind her but ignored it as she reached the Beta's vehicle. "Thoughts, comments, opinions?" She asked Steve quietly while keeping her eye on the guy she'd just pissed off.

"Good, if you're playing with Liz you won't notice how badly I drive."

Steve laughed at the joke.

"Just don't burst it into flames." He retorted jokingly.

He helped Liz up into the back seat of the car, perving up her little skirt. He grinned and reached up to give her naked buttocks a light slap. He loved the way she giggled. In the car, Steve wasted no time. Her cute sweater was immediately pulled up to reveal a pair of gorgeous tits, nipples pierced especially for him. He loved making her wild by pulling on those piercings ever so lightly. Steve covered her lips with his and got at it.

Unfortunately the ride came to an end soon, and Steve was forced to tear his attention away from Liz, though his hand remained wandering and a smile on his face told her he was enjoying it.

Sheri got the arrogant prey's attention and did a number on him, demonstrating readily that under the sexy girl persona was an effective fighter. There was in every high-level member of the pack. Few could advance far if they didn't have what it takes to project the pack's power.

"It's a toss-up." Steve said when she came back asking his opinion. "The bitch has character, but no respect for the Pack. Unless he finds it soon, he's ending up a dead body."

Steve's voice was emotionless, almost bored. As if talking about killing someone was an everyday affair. Of course, it was. Not that murders were very frequent in Redwood, but that wasn't because the Kipati shied away from them. Usually, fear or mild violence was enough to control everyone and bend them any way you liked. But when it wasn't, bullets were in abundance.

"See if you can get him to see things in that light, sweets." Steve said. He got out of the car. "Liz and I will help you out if he gets unruly."

They all left out so much as a goodbye. Not that Sarah was really all that surprised. There was a point when she was actually a bit offended by how unmannered certain people were at times. Not any more, though. It was to be expected these days. Rather than pout about it, she remained silent as a mouse, though her head was screaming about a milion different things, and finished her meal.

The waitress, still embarrassed and unnerved by Sheri's punishment, came back several times to make sure the food was okay, her glass was full, the fork was clean and so on and so forth.

"Oh my god," Sarah growled at long last. "If you ask me one more time if everything is okay, I'm going to fucking kill you." She glared at the girl over the rim of her glasses. Something flashed in her eyes that sent her skittering away for the last time. With a sigh of annoyance, she pushed herself out of the booth, and right into a staring contest with a couple of older gentleman (one of whom resembled her father remarkeably). She passed their table slowly by, lifting her skirt and slapping herself on the ass as she did, and the moved outside without so much as a backward glance.

She stepped out onto the sidewalk, wondering where exactly she should head now. She would have been on her way back to the park to finish reading, but in their sudden departure, her blanket and her book had been whisked away still stuffed behind the backseat in Steve's Jeep. Well, that'd give her a reason to ring him up later, get her stuff back and find out what was going on with these "Outsiders" that Tash was bringing in. That is, of course, if he would even tell her about it at all. She would try her best to get him to talk, anyway. She did so dislike being out of the loop.

Sarah stopped at the edge of the cafe parking lot, and smiled crookedly at the oncoming traffic. The blue pick up truck she'd spotted stopped just as she knew it would, and she hopped into the bed with four freshman Omegas who just happened to be on the football team.

Perhaps this afternoon wasn't going to be so boring after all.

Marcus Thompson

OOC:
Name: Marcus Thompson

Height: 6'-4"

Weight: 220 lbs

Hair: Black

Eyes: Blue

Freshmen. Business Major. All State quarterback in high school, all the ladies wanted him and he loved spreading himself around. His body was thick, muscular, small amount of chest hair trailing down the center of his abs.

IC:

Marcus was reluctant to go to this school but his father and mother convinced him a business degree from redwood would mean a much more successful career later.

Damn what a bitch he thought to himself, feeling the tight grip on his thick head of hair being released. He saw the look from the professor and decided it better to move than to make a scene. He got up and moved to an empty seat, not even looking at the bitch. There be no way he’d want anything to do with someone as pathetic and bitchy as this one.

Hours later he headed towards his car, he saw the same cunt jumping from her jeep and circling his car. He worked hard for his car and it was his pride and joy. He walked over and immediately began berating her,“Listen little girl, I know damned good and well what that collar on your little neck means and guess what, I don't give a fuck. You can put up your reserved signs wherever you like, if the spots open I'm taking it and if any of the Kipati don't like it I am more than willing to teach them a lesson. Maybe I oughtta start with you, you need a lesson after that stunt in class today,"

Before I realized it she had grabbed my wrist and tripped me over, my head banging down on the car like I was a wimp or something. Leaning down to my ear she spoke clearly, authoratatively,
“Obviously you don't know as much as you think you do prey. I'm no pup or Omega to be intimidated by the likes of you."

As she walked away I stood up, rubbing my forehead. I was at a total loss as to my next move. She was a cunt, no doubt about it, albeit it a good looking one. But, hey a guy cannot beat up on a lady. If this had been a guy doing this to me he would have either been dead or in the hospital by now. I also had heard some weird shit about the Kipati. It was not something I thought I wanted to get involved in. I had kept myself clean for 21 years of my life and intended on staying that way.

"See if you can get him to see things in that light, sweets." Steve said. He got out of the car. "Liz and I will help you out if he gets unruly."

"Thanks Steve. He'll come around, I've never had one that didn't and I don't plan to start now." Giving them both a grin that was a bit more confident then she felt she turned her gaze back toward Marcus and sauntered slowly back toward his car.

Sheridan was no fool and had learned early how to use her body. She used it now as she approached the man that she'd just tossed into his own car. Her hips swayed gently and her gaze was mildly inviting though still amused. The firm swell of her breasts bounced just a bit under the thin cotton of her t-shirt with each step and she knew her signals were now so mixed that they'd confuse Einstein. It was all part of the game and she'd found that a guy who was looking at her as a woman often underestimated her strength and her skill as a fighter.

Even the one's that had had their heads bounced off cars and walls.

Leaning against the car without even an ounce of fear she smiled up into the tall athlete's eyes with an almost innocent expression in her gaze. "Now than stud I think we got off on the wrong foot. The name is Sheridan St. James and I'm the lead Theta to the Kipati. That means two things precious so listen well, it means that the only two people on this island that can tell me what to do are Tash, our Alpha, or Steve, our Beta. It also means that no one else with try to recruit you because there is no Theta higher then me and there's not going to be."

She paused for a moment to let her words sink in. She'd seen his eyes widen at her name and tried not to laugh. The boy was definatly a business major! Her father's name (and hers as well due to some help she'd given him) were well known among those that aspired to be more than upper level managers when they finished school. The rest of what she said seemed to take a little longer and she could tell he was still trying to decide what to do with her.

"Now then, there are consequences to what I just said. I'm sure you've heard a few rumors since coming here...they're all true and they don't even scratch the surface. There are only three things to be at this college little man...Kipati...prey...or dead. Accidents are easy to arrange and even if you made it off the island you'd find the Kipati reach is longer than you'd expect.

So you can be a good boy and respect and obey the pack...or you become the hunted, " leaning in close to him now her fingertips trailed up his arms while her voice dropped to a low inviting tone that just barely breathed in his ear. " and I pormise you Marcus, I always catch my prey one way or another."

Practically melting back to lean against his car once more she smirked up at him, her voice suddenly icy once more as she all but growled, "Decide now little man or taking your car apart for daring to park in our place will only be the beginning of your problems."

She'd thought about telling him some of the perks of being part of the pack but decided against it. Let him find out for himself if he chose to be smart. If not than they wouldn't matter for him anyway.