Free Web Novel“Ten days!” Venus proclaimed. Her booming voice filled the main room of the domus, reaching the ears of every member of her Century. “That is how much time you have to train with your Squad members. This is day number one. Nine days from today, we will be holding Squad Fights. That is when you’ll show off not only your Fighting skills, but your ability to work together, in the Ring.”
Linhart, standing near the front of the crowd, was paying close attention. He knew that every word was important, but he found his eyes and his mind wandering. Venus had chosen to wear even less clothing today. Her military reliefs looked tighter and were made from a stretchy material that could barely contain her voluptuous hips and enormous rack. He could clearly see every ripple of muscle, every jiggle of her boobs.
“Today, you will learn the Fighting style and strength of each member of the Squad better. Each of you need to learn what the others are capable of, and to find your place in the squad standings. Who will you support and who will be supporting you? Who will you lead and who should you obey? Each of us have our own strengths, but that doesn’t mean we are equal. By the end of the class, your goal as a squad is to establish a pecking order, which you must follow until the end of these exercises.”
A murmur of excitement went up among the Fighters. Quite a few voices were already declaring their position at the top of the squad. But Venus was not done.
“One more thing… Drystan, get up here!”
Drystan, who had been standing off to the side by himself, looked shocked as the attention of the room shifted to him. He jumped onto the stage and stood beside her, smiling sheepishly.
A girl whistled her appreciation from the back. Another cat-called. Venus did not look impressed, her expression wilted into a frown.
“This is my kid brother, so don’t get any ideas, and this…” she stated, holding his hand with the ID bracer up for all to see, “Is the sensor that Fighters use to measure their Score and progress. Each of you will receive one at the end of the ten-day period.”
The ID bracer caught the light as she held her brother’s hand aloft. At the same time, Linhart noticed that her boobs were pushing up against the back of Drystan’s neck. His discomfort was apparent, but he couldn’t protest with all these girls watching him. Linhart ground his teeth in frustration. How dare Drystan steal the attention of Venus, too! This was like him stealing Xenia away from him, all over again.
Venus was still speaking. “When you receive your bracer, you will also receive a rank that tells you where you stand against all the other Fighters in the Freshman year. Among the Venus Century, I’ve decided that squads will also be ranked according to the total Score of all of the Squad members. Any Fighters with a Score of 0 will be dismissed from the Academy that day… Zero-scorers are losers who are dragging their squads down!”
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“If you are a member of the lowest scoring Squad, you will be dismissed from the Academy… Teams that cannot work well together cannot succeed here or on the battlefield!”
There was another murmur of agreement, though many more people seemed nervous about this rule. None of the Fighters yet trusted their squad members and even the strongest Fighter could be dismissed if they chose their squad members badly yesterday.
Venus was wrapping up her speech now. “You have free use of the common room, or your private squad rooms, but you cannot leave the domus until the squad order is set. You have until twelve bells to decide. Begin!”
Linhart looked to his left and right, his squad members arrayed all about him. He, also, wasn’t sure if he had chosen well yesterday. There was:
Blythe, the burly brunette,
Drussus, the tank of a boy and the only other boy besides he and Drystan,
Chloe and Zoey, the tiny blond twins,
Saya and Ayame, the two girls he had the least amount of trust for,
And Nyx, the dark-haired girl was all healed up. Her small body looked super fit, and Linhart admired the taut movements of her body. Like a drawn bowstring, she was ready to attack at any moment. For reasons unknown, she had a bamboo staff with her, weird!
“Linhart should be our Number 1,” Blythe stated, her voice rumbled like a distant avalanche.
“I agree,” one of the twins said immediately, giving Linhart a lecherous smile. That was Chloe.
She elbowed Zoey, who grunted in surprise then added, “Yeah, me too.”
“Now wait a second,” Saya protested, “We are already at a big disadvantage, having two boys in the squad! If we choose a boy to be Squad Leader, we’ll be the lowest scoring squad for sure.”
“I think so too,” Ayame chimed in, “Can’t the boys be our cheerleaders or something? You know… keeping up the group morale. We can get them special uniforms…”
“Nuh uh,” Drussus interrupted, stepping into the middle saying, “Get yourselves to a Healer if you want a morale boost or a massage. Linhart and I are Fighters!... And I agree that he should be Number 1!”
The conversation was quickly becoming an argument with four against two.
"For the Gods sake,” Saya swore, as hot-headed as ever. “I’ll show you why a boy can’t be Number 1.”
She lunged forward, throwing a punch aimed right for his nose.
He barely moved. His body rotated slightly and his head dipped out of the path of her fist, which went sailing by. Before she could recover, he caught her wrist, turned with her momentum, and sent her stumbling past him. Gasps echoed around the group.
Frustration appeared on her face, and she spun and charged again.
This time he sidestepped, hooked her arm, and guided her body downward until she was kneeling beneath him.
“I could break your arm right now,” Linhart said calmly. She found herself pinned there, unable to stand no matter how hard she strained. "Enough?"
Saya glared for a moment, then slapped the floor. “Enough! I admit defeat…”
Linhart released his hold on her and she rubbed her arm as she got to her feet. “But after the Squad Fights, when we are ejected from the Academy, I’m going to fuck you until you scream.” She gave him a smile that was both creepy and sexy as hell. A blur of motion flashed before Linhart’s face, and Saya was knocked down.
CRUNCH, her head hit the floor.
Blythe had dealt a lightning jab to her jaw. She was out, groaning on the floor. “You don’t rape boys,” she growled. Linhart felt so conflicted, since he wouldn’t mind being raped by her if it came down to it, but he didn’t want to make that point right now. He thought about it some more, supposing that it would be best not to sleep with the members of the squad.
Except for the twins. He’d already promise to fuck Chloe, and he was anticipating reclaiming sweet Zoey as well. Maybe he would even do them at the same time? He glanced over at their erotic little bodies.
“So, since there are no other objections, I am the Squad Leader.” Linhart declared, looking from face to face to gauge their reactions. The remaining girls were looking at him with a mix of skepticism and approval. “And Blythe is my Number 2. Does anyone have a problem with that?”
It got real quiet suddenly. The sound of fights and arguments breaking out all throughout the building could be heard. The other squads seemed to be sorting their pecking order out physically. But here, no one made a peep.
Blythe didn’t seem to care one way or the other, and the others took one look at the reeling figure of Saya, still laying on the floor, and they agreed.
“Now, for Numbers 3 through 8, where do the rest of you fall?” Linhart asked the group.
“Zoey and I are at the top,” asserted Chloe, “But I’m stronger, so that makes me three!”
“And me four…” added Zoey, not sounding sure at all.
Ayame jumped in saying, “No way, I can take either one of you pipsqueaks, one-on-one. The only way you two can rank that high is if we count you as one person, ha!”
Blythe joined in, surprised everyone when she pointed to Saya and said, “That girl is probably the next strongest. She would make a good Number three, unless…” and she turned to Nyx, “Are you stronger than her?”
Their eighth member had been quiet up to that point. But now as all eyes shifted to her, she spoke, and Linhart realized that he'd never heard her speak before. He was surprised to hear her accent. She was not a native of Eryndor by the sounds of it.
“I’m not a strong Fighter, but I can kill her. Easy.”
Her voice was husky and so low that it was hard to make out the words. It sounded like there was an old woman trapped inside the body of this fit young woman. The bamboo staff whirled in her hands, a barely visible blur in the air. She demonstrated several thrusts and lunges at the fallen girl, and then finished by thrusting it within an inch of Linhart’s chest. She moved like a snake, striking before he could react. A creeping sense of dread settled over him and a lump formed in his throat, stopping him from giving a pithy remark. Great, now he had her to watch out for, too.
“But, I don’t lead,” she concluded, waving her hand dismissively as she pulled her staff back. “I don’t want a high rank.”
“Me neither,” rumbled Drussus in agreement, “In fact, I volunteer for Number 8.”
“Are you sure…?” asked Linhart doubtfully. Drussus’ bulk more than filled his Fighter uniform. His size alone should place him above some of these girls. “Well then, that makes Drussus Number 8 and Nyx Number 7. As for Numbers 3 to 6, I’m going to have to talk to you four more before I decide where you all stand.”
“Or we can wrestle…” suggested Ayame, her almond eyes sparkling. “I bet I can pin you this time.”
Saya was on her feet again, rubbing her sore head, but seemed as alert as ever. “I think I figured out how to counter the move you used against me as well. Rematch?”
They were both giving Linhart lewd looks, which he chose to ignore. He turned to the other two and said, “Chloe and Zoey, could you please accompany me to the Squad room where we can speak in private?”
“Of course, Linhart,” replied Zoey, nodding her head so that her blond curls bounced.
Her smile was as dazzling as ever. Gods! He had missed her looking at him like that.
Chloe looked suspiciously at her sister and then back at Linhart. Uh oh. He had to hide his feelings for Zoey until he had secured Chloe’s loyalty.
“I’ll talk to you two after,” he called to Ayame and Saya as he and the twins disappeared into their designated room. The heavy wood door shut after them, leaving Drussus and the four girls looking at one another.
“For what it’s worth,” Drussus said timidly to Ayame, “I think you two are stronger than those short girls…”
“Thanks, cutie!” replied Ayame, “You look pretty strong yourself.”
“Tell me, Drussus,” Saya smiled while putting her arm around him, “Do you know how Linhart got so freakishly strong? He fights like a girl!”
“Umm…” Drussus’ mind went blank thanks to this intimidating woman holding him close. He grasped for any answer to satisfy her. “Well, I know that he carries magic items with him in his satchel. Maybe one of them makes him stronger?”
"He has one of those Fighter sensors, too," Ayame jumped in, hugging Drussus from the other side. "He told me his Fighting score was... 700 or something like that!"
“Hmm…” Saya gave Ayame a knowing look, but still holding tight to the timid Fighter boy, “Maybe we should investigate this satchel of his?”
* * * * * * * * *
In the next room, the three Fighters were sitting comfortably upon one of the beds. The day before it had been used for the injured and exhausted members of the squad. Today, it would be used for another purpose, Linhart thought.
He was sitting in the middle with the twins squeezing close to him from either side. He already had his satchel open and was showing off its contents to Zoey and Chloe.
“So, are you interested?... It’s the same sensor that Venus Centurion was showing us earlier, but this one will bind our thoughts and soul together.”
“Sounds wonderful,” Zoey replied, gazing into his eyes.
Chloe cut in, pulling Linhart’s attention back to her, saying bluntly, “I don’t care about your thoughts and soul.”
Her hands ran over his vest and shirt, before they plunged beneath and touched bare skin, caressing his chest and back with intensity. Zoey hesitated, but soon her hands joined her sister’s. Linhart was being fondled from both sides.
Chloe leaned in and whispered, “You promised us your dick, so let’s see it.”
