Aisaka sat in the low light of one of the basements rooms. The cat like iris of her eyes allowing her to see the room similar to if the lights had been turned on. It was such an odd feeling to be sitting on a piece of furniture. Normally she was too stiff in her proxy body to truly sit, or didn't have a body at all and was just forced to exist. Either that or she would just float about in the shadows. Today though was a treat for her, since she had managed to gather enough energy to form an actual body. A small smirk on her face enjoying the thought of an actual body. Aisaka had decided to make this body look more human in nature. It lacked the wings she normally had in this form, and her hair was longer tied in twin pigtails secured just behind her ears. Even her normal blue open back and sleeveless dress had been replaced with a white sleeveless dress. The dress had frills near where her shoulders could be seen, otherwise it hugged her form nicely her ample bust showing. She also wore white lace gloves with a floral pattern embroidered on them. In her hair was a white rose replacing the normal blue rose she wore, her skin color and hair color was still that off manikin grey though. Aisaka couldn't figure out how to get her skin color to look more human, not that it bugged her.

Her eyes would glance over at the stack of demerits on a small table next to her. She was supposed to disipline a student for these violations against the university rules. Aisaka didn't care about the reason, all she cared about was the fact she would get to satisfy her inner dominatrix today. She had to wonder what sort of student they had lined up for her. Who ever it was she had a fun little game lined up to play with them.

Machi couldn’t believe she was being sent to the basement once more. She was merely practicing Kendo in the designated area, she hadn’t taken the weapon out yet here she was walking through the cold damp air of the shady underbelly of the University. Still she was here to be punished for what or by whom it didn’t matter, what did was getting it over and done with and she could go on pretending it never happened to begin with.

Taking a deep sigh she entered the room where a woman was standing. She looked human, but her skin color was unusually pale. She wore twin pig tails and a white dress that showed off the woman's curves and ample bust. An odd combo for what this place was. One would awesome an angel yet all Machi was a demon disguise, preying upon the girls of the school. The samurai woman's body tensed slightly as she entered not saying anything. She herself was in her school uniform which showed off her luscious thick legs. And smooth brown skin. The skirt itself hugged her curves, while her bust was wrapped neatly and tightly hiding the large mounds underneath.

Aisaka watched the young woman she was to take care of this evening, and she couldn't be happier with who they had sent. It was the sword woman from that one time in the woods. Aisaka doubted the young asian woman remembered anything about the encounter, due to Aisaka wiping the woman's memories of the encounter. There was silence for a few moments between the two, before Aisaka would speak. "I'm sure you know why your here, but just in case you weren't informed. You have six violations all involving the carrying of a weapon..." Aisaka would hold up the demerits for the sword woman to see. "Normally you would be given multiple half hour sessions, but we are both busy people. There is also the fact that all of these are the same repeat violation. I don't think the normal way of dong things will reinforce things fully. "

Aisaka would move over to one of the walls picking up a crop whip, used for smacking horses. She would give it a few swings before allowing it to rest in her hands. " That is why I've devised a bit of training for you. Its obvious you see yourself as some sort of swords woman, so this is how this will work. For each demerit you have I get you for one full hour. There are six demerits in total so a full six hours, and the demerits themselves go away. Think of it as a bit of stamina training for your next match. Now be a good girl and place your hands on the top of that chair. " Aisaka would point the crop in the direction of a chair just sitting there. The chair was low enough that placing ones hands on it would cause them to bend over.

There was a tinge of familiarity about the woman standing before her. Something dreadfully similar that the young swords woman couldn't quiet ascertain. Her memory of her time in the forest with Midori was blurry and uncertain she recalled certain parts like training in the woods, but beyond that it was mere speculation; thus nothing more than half forgotten dream that didn’t matter. Yet there was a part of here that was telling her different. Brushing that aside she focused on the woman before her. Her brow narrowed slightly as her “violations” where mentioned. Training in the dojo was allowed. however carrying around the training stick wasn’t, she was expected to train in her off hours yet she couldn’t do so in secured location. Even if she had the okay from staff top use it in that area for a time. Machi was displeased she felt like she had been set up.

With a heated a sigh, she obeyed the commands given her saying nothing, showing her discontent with the whole thing. Besides She was sure she could survive half day of whatever this sadistic woman or monster had her up her sleeve. There was little she could do actually. The last time she fought, she had been drugged and its affects where... Lingering, so much so that getting herself off was harder, it like her body was crying for the drug... The chair was low a little too low even for the red heads short stature. It forced her to bend over potently putting her round large ass into the air. riding the hem of he skirt as to show off her white panties fitting snugly on her bottom. It was also tight enough to give soft hints of her pubic mound and pussy.

Those cat like eyes watched the sword woman move over to the chair and bend over like she had been told. Aisaka got the sens that the young woman wanted to get this over with, and felt she could endure what Aisaka had planned for her. She did enjoy the view the woman's bent over form did present itself. "You have such a nice rear." Aisaka would say her hand moving gently over the panties on each cheek. Her hand would venture under the panties but wouldn't remove them, as her hands felt the soft skin they laid underneath. She would expose the flesh of one of those cheeks before striking it with the riding crop. Aisaka would do the same tto the other cheek of the sword woman's bottom. The slapping motion had been repeated a total of ten times five for each of the sword woman's cheeks.

Machi could barely contain her anger as she felt nimble finger slide across her plane white panties and onto her rear. She pushed onside out of the way, effectively giving her part of a wedge, it was uncomfortable. She bit back a yelp as Aisaka riding crop hit her brown skin causing it to turn red briefly. This was humiliating, and her body shook with anger. Yet a part of her was enjoying this which only served to piss the redhead off more than she already was. With each hit she danced, her butt waved a little trying to cool off the sharp stings. A total of five for each cheek when it was done, only red marks where left on her rare. She yelped twice before bitting down on her tongue trying avoid giving this woman a sense of satisfaction. Her mind was working against, her sub-conscious telling her she liked this humiliation. While she was telling herself no, her panties where beginning to dampen with her inner arousal.

She glanced over shoulder, glaring intently, looking to see what the strange woman would do next. She was showing her deep discontent with this challenge. She knew there was nothing she could do but that mean she wasn’t able to show consciously she liked it. She waited for the next order, while noticing the taste of blood in her mouth.

(Sorry for the extremely late reply, been busy with RL stuff)

Aisaka could see the woman before her anger, but she also knew that the sword woman enjoyed this sort of treatment. The red head would resist for as long she could possibly before she would eventually break. It was one of the woman's traits that Aisaka found so appealing. She would walk over to the woman's side squatting down a bit. The chair held another purpose, which was to allow Aisaka to take in the shape of the woman's breasts through her uniform. There was something off considering how the sword woman breasts were hanging. "Hmm...what do we have here." Her voice would comment all most suspiciously, while the ridden crop poked at one of the sword woman's breasts. A hand would reach up, and begin to unbutton the center part of the woman's blouse, so she could get a better sight of what was restricting the sword woman's breasts. What she was greeted with wasn't the normal white fabric of the school uniform bra, but bandages wrapped around the woman's chest. "I knew there were a few uniform violations in that pile, but to think you would continue to violate those rules."

Aisaka would stand back up moving to a corner of the room. She would seem to stand there observing the wall just outside of the red heads view. By now the way way the young woman was bent would begin to cause slight amount of pain through her body. Her body not being designed to support the weight of her bound breasts in such a position. Aisaka would come back with a sort of shallow knife. "Hold still unless you want blood drawn." Aisaka would squat down again getting under the red head, while cutting the bandages away. This would free the woman's bountiful chest, while adding more strain to the her back. Aisaka would walk back to where the knife had apparently come from. Squatting down again one of her hands would begin to take measure of the sword woman's breasts. Testing its flexibility, and weight. "Oh dear you given me such a distasteful look, but that just makes me want to punish you even more." Aisaka would pull on one of the hardening peaks lightly to add a bit more pain to the mixture.

Machi was seething , it was all so humiliating. Whats more this position was starting to hurt she felt worse, but it was uncomfortable for even her. Besides she felt she was being inspected like she was some type of meat. THen again this school certainly perceived its occupants that way. The strange woman abusing squatted in front of her looking at her breast, instantly realizing something was off about the pair. Though fairly large still it was obvious that her breast wasn’t right, of course Asika would already know this from their last encounter on just how well endowed the red head girl really was.”Tsk.” Machi angry remark was a slight rebuttal to Asika’s observation and poking with the riding crop.‘I’m not frickin cabbage damn it.’ She remarked inwardly her knuckles reddened as they tightened out of rage. The unusual pale woman then unbutton her blouse revealing the sarashi underneath. It was tight obviously constraining the mountains beneath.

“A sarashi is a bra.” She grunted at Aiska remark about dress-code violation. It was true plus it was the same color as the school issued bra.”Thus is not a violation to due that fact and its color.” She knew it was futile to fight back but still it was annoying at how so many people didn’t know this. It provided more support and coverage than a regular bra, besides she had out grown the ones given to her by the school. Before she could speak more Aisaka had walked way to to place she couldn’t see, which bugged her deeply. She gave a low growl as she waited to see what the woman would do. Shortly she had brought up a knife. A shallow one, but it could still cut her body. Seeing as the woman words warned against movement it was clear that it could. Holding still and practically snaring at the woman for not simply letting her take the wrap off Machi resisted the urge to the knife and use it. within moments her behemoths where giggling free of their restraints. They grown a whole cup within recent moths, her aerola was slightly puffy and pronounced her nipples face with both sudden release and ice cold air began to harden.

Aisaka would find her breast to be EE 48 now oppose to her original E 30. Nice and round and taught, the brown skin smooth and practically flawless and very flexible indeed. They where heavy and given Machi’s frame she could hold such mounds about if she was in a normal position without problem.

"Oh dear you given me such a distasteful look, but that just makes me want to punish you even more." The woman stated causing Machi to gain more composer over her-self in front of the abusive woman before her. Though her eye’s narrowed a little, before winching as felt her hardening peaks being pulled slightly. A tingling of pleasure went through her body, her sub-conscious enjoying while her conscious hated it with her every fiber of being. This was stressful and starting to push her limit of just how much she had to take of it. A deal was a deal and she had what six hours of this.... Realization stroke her, if this was her punishment regime, and considering she was already feeling the strain of the weight of her bosom, and the height of the chair... This wasn’t going to be easy, and Aisaka knew that from the beginning.

"Oh is that so..." Aisaka's voice would trail off while standing up her fingertips drifting down machi's back, while she moved back behind the woman. "It might be a bra and the proper color, but its still not the school issued bra. Though I know exactly why you keep having these seemingly consistent violations." Aisaka went back to a wall which visibly held a large selection of sexual toys. "Hmm...lets see which one to use." Aisaka hand would reach out going for something small, before she looked back at her plaything for this evening. Her hand would grab a vibrator with a large spherical extension at the end. It was far to big to fit inside of the young woman, but that wasn't the intention. The humming of the object could be heard, before Aisaka placed the vibrator gently against the sword woman's sex. "To put it simple you keep violating the rules, because subconsciously your a masochist. You love the pain and humiliation that comes with being punished. In order to keep receiving that pleasure, you keep violating rules that know will put you in a position to be punished." Aisaka would press the vibrator up against the sword woman's sex much harder to cause a bit of pain, even if the young woman was still wearing her panties.

The red head heart was pounding out of frustration. She was being treated like a piece of meat outwardly she was pissed inwardly she was enjoying this. Making Aiska’s words sting a little. She couldn’t see what the sadistic woman was doing, It was obvious she was going for something other than knife. The sound of humming filled Machi’s ears she didn’t need to see what it was to know it was a vibrator. The red head took a deep breath as she felt the slight pain, the vibes of the toy sink into her womanhood. It felt good, there would be no way she going to give any indication of her pleasure.

“Please don’t flatter you’re self.” Machi retorted harshly.”Have you tried getting a new bra from the school...No you haven’t... Are the top kendo student at the school who is supposedly allowed to train outside the gym...No you’re not. So don’t go saying I break the rules to be punished.” The swords woman never touched about the fact she enjoyed being humiliated, considering her past she wasn’t keen on it. Sexual humiliation was different, as for pain ah was used to it so she could coop even through sex.

"Oh my you have a lot of fighting spirit. Despite your claims of being the best kendo student on campus that doesn't put you above the rules. Hmm... that gives me an idea actually." Aisaka would pull out the vibrator turning the instrument off, while admiring her work. She would walk over to a section of this dungeon like room, taking something off the wall. The woman grind slapping the object against her hand. The sword woman would recognize the sound came from a kendo stick. "Since you consider yourself the top kendo student this seems to be fitting, as part of your punishment." Aisaka would grab onto the sword woman's panties before ripping them off of the woman exposing her sex. The tip of the kendo stick was lined up, before it was slowly thrusted into the sword woman's woman hood. Aisaka would pull back on the object, before sawing it forward again given it a twisting motion. "Hm... I wonder how much of this sword you can actually take. Being the best you should be able to take the entire thing, after all isn't a principle of kendo to be one with the weapon?" Aisaka would pull the weapon out a bit before thrusting it back in this time with more force.

Of course Machi head a fighting spirit she saw here self as honorable Samurai. The only reason was taking this was simply because she had to. Choices be had she would do away with the lot of the whole school.The vibrator switched off as her torture came up with an idea. The loud whack told her that it was a kendo sword. She... she wasn’t...

Machi barely had any time to to take in what the woman was planning. Her panties where ripped off violently exposing her brown snatch. It was slightly damp. She felt the thick sword spread and press deep.”Noooo Itsss too big !!!” She yelled in shock. it was too late and the fake teacher or whoever she was began sawing the four inch thick object in and out, harder and faster and surprisingly deeper. The more it move in and out d the deeper it went till the tip was pounding her cevrix. Aisaka had no mercy, she was sadistic and pushed it in harder. It was painful, but her body was rocking with the assault. While she squealed and wailed.

MAchi Gave the woman a sharp glare, as she spoke about being one with you’re weapon.”Go.. T-to Hell!”

Apparently the kendo stick had done the trick, or rather it was partially doing the trick. Aisaka was a bit annoyed that this little sword woman still had the ability to speak back. " For some one who follows kendo practices. You sure have a mouth on you." Aisaka's free hand would come down on the student's bare bottom. "Is that any way for some one with your sense of honor, to speaking to some one of a higher position." Her hand would come down once again onto the student's bottom, while her other hand continued to move the kendo stick roughly in and out of the sword woman's folds. Perhaps the reason why this woman was still able to talk back was because Aisaka had been going easy on her. Granted from an observers view point it wouldn't look that way.

Aisaka would let out a dissatisfied sigh, but had an excellent idea on how to get into the mortal woman's head. An ethereal tendril would form around the blade of the kendo stick. To the sword woman the blade would seem to swell to a good six inches thicker. It also began to feel more like a an erect phallus then anything else, was the sword woman losing her mind. "Tell me have you had any odd dreams of lately ? Perhaps ones involving a forest and a flaming dragon ?" More mind games to get into the sword woman's head, after all what fun was it if she just broke this woman's body.

She was being violated! In what way was she supposed to be silent about this. If she was mouthing it was legitament discord. She didn’t want this, and honestly going through this was not only disgraceful, but humiliating. Yet this appeal to her honor code was in some way traumatizing. “Ack!” She yelped as the woman began smacking her butt while thrusted the sword into her sex. She felt it poking at her cervix. Her sex was providing juices making the thrusts slicker. There was no going easy on Machi, honestly this was enough, but still she was going to voice her discontent, until she start liking it.

Then all of sudden the skinny blade began to fill her more. Her tight small hole expanded profoundly.”NGGGH. WHY is it sooo thick.” She half whined and half moaned in pleasure. Her back arching in response to being filled to the brim. This put even more strain on her back. This was unusual she usually wasn’t put through this much extraneous activity. It felt like she was being fucked by a dildo or something, She tried looking over he shoulder, but the thrust where to rough for her to actually get a good look. ‘What is this... This isn’t right...’

“mmmmnh.” She stifled a moan as her hips began working against her will. Own sexual arousal was growing, and beginning to show somewhat.

"Tell me have you had any odd dreams of lately ? Perhaps ones involving a forest and a flaming dragon ?"

The Red heads eye’s widened as the woman asked about dreams dealing with a forest and dragons. Her mind flashed back to the dragon pounding her ruthlessly, she had been stretched so widely. Her parted flower began to grow wet at the memory, but her own mind began freak. She looked over her shoulder to see the woman, her eye’s filled with terror and anger. “H-h-how...” She gulps as she tries to adjust her body to the strain on her back.”Why do know about my dreams.”

The look of fear and hatred in the sword woman's eyes was delectable to Aisaka. It was a valid question given the circumstances. "Looks like I was right. What if I told you that wasn't just a dream that it actually happened to you. That I know about it, because I was there watching the entire thing happen. I could allow you to remember those events, but what would I get in return. Then again maybe you don't want to remember what happened that night, maybe you think its a dream because your own honor was compromised that night." Aisaka began to move the kendo stick in a fashion that would cause it to hit the sword womans sensitive spots inside her channel. Did the sword woman wish to remember that evening ? What had happen that would cause her to make her think of it like a dream ?