“We have another one for you.” Daphnee collected the manilla folder that the researcher offered her from the stack of those that were being handed out to the disciplinary committee. She reviewed the file though there didn't seem to be anything extraordinary in this one to set it apart from anyone else and so she concluded it was just grabbed at random.

If there had been anything more than that Daphnee did not know, not that it mattered to her. There were two drugs she was testing at the time though the first, the new aphrodisiac, she had tons of information on using it several times on Miss Shade and others as well though the recent she had little info on ad it was that which the scientists wanted to test.

A room would be prepared in the basement for Miss Takashi and she would be given a slip and escort there. It may have seemed to be an unusual set up though she was left in the chilly room. It appeared to be more of a dungeon than anything. There was a single light that illuminated the center of the room but left the walls cast in shadows.

Manacles and chains hung from the ceiling in the center of the room and nearby was a wrack that served as an end table. The walls contained all manners of torture devices and even sex toys making one wonder as to the true nature of the place or how disciple occurred.

Machi was given a few minutes to look around before Daphnee entered caring her file in one hand with a small pouch loop over her leather wrist guard on the other arm. She closed the reinforced iron door behind her.

“Ah, Miss Takashi is it? So your my three o'clock. Have you been here before?” Of course she had already known that answer as she had the file and either had not thoroughly read it or had been testing her honesty at the moment.

“Come with us Miss Takashi.” One of the staff member said as they handed her a slip of paper telling her to report to the basement for disciplinary action. For what exactly she didn’t know all she knew was she was receiving discipline. Perhaps she had been wrong to assume she wasn’t in trouble for missing curfew and being two minutes late for class.

Regretfully the woman complied, and followed her escort to the basement. When she arrived she was taken to a room. Like the rest of the Basement it was chilly. Often causing some goose bumps to appear on her arms and legs. One of the reasons she hated wearing skirts was the fact her legs where susceptible to the weather. At least she looked good in short and the summer day’s ofter warrant she wear them.

To make it more uncomfortable was the only light source was from the center of the room, with a pair of chains and manacles hanging down. Shadow-cast from the light was making it hard to make-out certain things, forcing her to get closer for a better look. Folding her arms the mixed woman looked around the ominous room. It was full of chains, torture devices, and sex toys... Just what type of sick twisted joke was this? How could she receive disciplinary action here in this room? Before she could begin to answer her own questions. The sound of the iron door opening alerted her to Daphnee’s presences. She was carrying a folder obviously with the Samurai girl’s information on it. She noticed that the perfect as she recognized had pouch in her hand and in the other leather arm guards.


“Ah, Miss Takashi is it? So your my three o'clock. Have you been here before?” The woman asked the obvious. Which annoyed Machi; this was her first offense she knew of. More importantly however she was prepared to defend her actions for not being able to make curfew the previous week as that was the only thing she figured this could be. Had the perfect read the file. She would know that MAchi was not only a highly honest person but she was also a skilled fighter, with deep emotional scars.


“Yes mam.” She responded a little robot like not showing any emotion, even though she gave proper respect to Daphnee.” No mam I haven’t been her before.”The samurai beautiful multi-colored eye’s looked over the perfect, before looking the other woman in the eye. She felt like she was on trail and she was the judge, jury, and if needed be executioner. She really wished she knew about this place an the woman before her. why was she in such a room , and why now was she only receiving disciplinary action now ?

Machi would not that her other arm had a wrist guard too … Daphnee had to have gotten special permission to wear them from the administration for whatever reason though the Prefect gave a little nod at the answer.

She had been aware that Machi was dangerous, far more than she, though she herself felt more concerned when dealing with Kanoe. It was the unknown magic and the fact that that file was almost as thick as her arm that made the initial dealings rather unpredictable but matters had worked out in the end for her.

Daphnee walked to the back of the room dropping both the file and pouch onto a shelf before moving closer to the center of the room. Casually she gazed over the exotic samurai. For a first offense this was rather drastic. If it had been her she tended to issue a warning before dishing out demerits or assigning punishments but each Prefect was different and Machi was randomly selected. It was as if her business even though being late to class could be deemed reasonable under the right circumstances, especially seeing that she knew of the terrors of the island.

“I see. Why were you late to class?” Regardless of the reason though Daphnee would proceed. The real reason for this meeting was the experiment and measuring it's effectiveness or lack thereof with discipline being used as an excuse of sorts.

She would allow the girl to answer first before they got started. Machi was a dangerous on bu she didn't feel as if she would do anything stupid but there was no telling how she was going to react to that first command.

After giving her reason that command would come. “Undress. You can set you clothes there on the wrack. When you are through with that affix the manacles.”

The red head watched as the perfect laid down the folder and pouch. What was exactly in those contents she wondered as she noticed the gauntlets . That alone struck her odd; mostly because there was no need for it. Unless you you where planning on fighting. the Samurai girl shifted her weight as she awaited for the perfect to address her. Her face was unnerving, steady as a rock showing no real emotion other than what was needed. She mostly did it to hide her discontent for being there; Though her heart nearly skipped a beat when she asked why she was late for class.

She didn’t know where to begin, mostly because she didn’t know what happened. She had been caught in a storm, then with another girl ran into the cave to get out of it and stay warm. Beyond that she couldn’t say, or even remember.

“Honestly,” She began trying to find the right words to say.” There was a storm and me another student had to ride it out for the nightin acave” She explained; it wasn’t the best explanation but there was an obvious storm last week. Regardless of that explanation it was obvious she was going to receive some sort of punishment. Though the way she trailed off left something amiss as if she was leaving something out, she couldn't remember.

Machi’s eyebrows raised showing the first sign of emotion. As one in position would expect confusion, then a bit of anger. Was really expecting her to take off her clothes then chain herself. The dark skinned woman obviously didn’t think much of herself as a pretty girl. However she wasn’t going to just strip and then chain herself for a disciplinary action. She may be in a sex dungeon that didn’t mean she was going to perform BDSM. She had enough problems wearing a skirt and as revealing as that was she barely made through the week as it was. She didn’t mind taking her clothes off in front of others when it was warranted, but this. The samurai girl was barely containing her anger, at this ridiculous request.

She had other reasons including her undergarments as well as her tattoo’s. Neither of each; did the Perfect need to see. MAchi was determined not to show even if she had to fight to do so.
“You’re joking.” The woman stated with a slightly aggressive tone, obviously rejecting the command.”What makes you think I would strip and chain myself. If you wish to punish me for being late do so, but at least make reasonable ones.” She didn’t know exactly how things worked on the island nor did she realize she was only making things worse.

Machi had been lucky in that Daphnee wasn't one to abuse her position much and tried to be fair but firm. Perhaps it was to atone in part for her German ancestors, perhaps not. Of course she was prone to bouts of anger and emotion too. Machi was a tough read for her though she had noted the restless energy one could chalk it up to nerves and while she had never been in the basement for discipline herself she could imagine the fear of hat unknown until it was experienced at least once.

It was no surprise as to the situation. Daphnee encountered all sorts of things on the island and even made a note of who did what as far as abilities went though it was no real benefit right now one never knew. Memory loss or erasure was something that she could not say she had experienced herself obviously but when she considered what some of them could do that wasn't too far fetched.

“So is that a confession of missing curfew that night too?” Before she would answer though she held up an index finger to silence her. “You're not here for that. You have been sentenced for tardiness and I have been instructed to carry out the sentence I was given. What you had meant was that you and another had decided on a jog before class, the storm struck and you were tardy for class because of it.”

It had appeared that she was letting her off if indeed she had surmised right in that the girl was out past curfew over night. It had not mattered as she had her instructions so it wasn't as if her goals were going to change any.

But the mood seemed to become hostile with her command though she had surmised that it would. Most obeyed and while she was worried about a possible fight she did not let that show even if she shifted slightly toward the shelf that had the taser on it just in case.

“Oh, no, I am no joking. I merely seek to give you an opportunity to avoid further punishment. If your clothes are damaged then there's the whole destruction of school property, well you may not be directly responsible the fact that you have been warned and sought to do nothing about such makes you guilty. Prefects have a bit of leeway in the destruction of uniforms. Your call, though I would draw your attention to the fact that disciplinary action gets worse if you fail to comply with me. The powers that be wouldn't like that. I am but a cog in the machinery,” she gestured towards the manacles allowing Machi to make her decision.

Its was clear that the Samurai had received a pardon on the fact that she had missed curfew. Such a confession would come to no surprise, as the red was becoming well known to be bluntly honest. Machi was relived to to have it excused that just left her to deal with the tardiness which could have been explained as a simple mishap do to being caught in the storm. They had shower and eat briefly, before heading to class. In a way it was their fault completely; quick changing weather was lethal and unforgiving.It was lucky they where able to take cover in a warm cave. Daphnee’s quick interruption wasn’t too far fetch. Though Machi wasn’t known to hang around others let alone exercise with them. That was something friends did together, the swords women had yet to note any.

There had been no ill will, till the command. Now the girl was being faced with was nothing more than blackmail. She would be charged with destruction of school property despite defending her virtue, that sounded preposterous to the young woman. Not only that she would receive a harsher punishment for it as well, the perfect even went to say she could get away with destroying her uniform. Simply because she wore a sash. Machi Aura lit up with rage, any soft nature she held in her eye’s came a raging fury. To say she was pissed would be an understatement. There was no honor in this no justifiable reason for whatever the girl planned.
Nothing could explain stripping and chaining yourself to a ceiling as discipline. It was a way of life after and it should be done correctly. Daphnee’s shifting towards the shelf only made things worse. There was still a way to talk things out, but it became clear to the student that there was no talking on this. Though the lighting made it difficult to make out the objects on shelves, she knew just by the look of the room, and its feel, no good would come of it.

“Then the powers that be are corrupt and no nothing of honor, or proper discipline. You maybe right that destruction of my uniform may end being my fault... However that does not justify me stripping for a mere infraction. There’s no problem in taken proper punishment just you’re asking me to do.” Clearly the young woman had no idea on how the school worked, nor did she realize despite Daphnee’s warning that further resistance would make things worse, meant a far worse fate than expected. Still it seemed she was determined to resist the command and even willing to fight if needed be.

“Justice, injustice, I learned long ago that neither truly matters. If you don't like it you can take it up a complaint save for perhaps in the slow moving snail mail.” Se noted the rage though her green eyes watched Machi for signs of sudden movements.

She was no fighter after all though she did have to deal with the supernatural a lot. If push came to Machi could arm herself too and would have the edge her if it came to it.

In the end she could be hurt no worse than she had been at the hands of some of the quests so the knowledge that such physical pain being easier to deal with assisted her in that regard. It made the difference between fearing getting hit or having the experience of surviving one in the past. In some cases though one grew afraid of that pain though at other times one realized that it wasn't so bad and that was the state that Daphnee fell into. She had been more accepting of some of that pain because it wasn't as bad as being strangled, boiled alive or having her jaw broken for instance and was more tolerable.

“I am not debating such issues, I have been given a task to do. Your sentence has already been determined and you were sent here for me to carry it out. Keep your clothes on for all I care but they're certain to get ruined and just add to the charges you were sent here for. If you are happy excepting that penalty as well should they become soiled, which, barring a miracle, they will be then keep them on. In any case you are to secure yourself in those chains so we can get started. The longer you delay the longer we will be here.”

No threats as of yet, Daphnee thought that may have been counter productive though if the girl did not comply then she certainly would have to do something about it. Though she wondered as she considered a possibility here too …

Machi teeth her clenched as the perfect mocked her sense of justice. Even mocked the due process in which would have to partake in. It was clear by Daphnee’s statement that she longer cared about justice she had sold off her honor long ago it appeared. It was also apparent that the girl wasn’t much of a fighter, that gave her additive confidence. It wouldn’t take much to knock her out she supposed as her multi-colored eye’s stared at the perfect analyzing her watching her movements. It was like the two had locked themselves in a verbal duel, trying to wear the other out and force them to their side without fighting. That was duel Machi could easily loose and seeing as Daphnee showed no signs of subsiding...

This very may come to blows.”Tck.. People like you have no self respect.” She grunted her fist tightening showing she wasn’t going to just back down. She was starting to feel conflicted. She had done something wrong and thus had to be disciplined for it, but the disciplinary action was... Well two wrongs doesn't make a right. Thus the swords woman wasn’t going to fall victim to the disciplinary actions of the school or this Perfect.
“Baka!” She spouted in Japanese for idiot at the other girl clearly pissed by the girls statements about her accepting punishment. She clearly didn’t get it.”I’m not talking accepting this punishment but another form of punishment, grounding, Detention normal school disciplinary actions.... Not this.”

Would the perfect understand that clear enough or would she have to take matters in her own hands. No threats had been issued by either side, but this grandstand couldn’t hold out much longer, at some point this had to end. In whose favor? That was the real question.

Baka? She knew a smattering of words in foreign tongues as did most though English and German had been the ones she had been versed in. She thought it was Japanese due to the fact she watched an episode of Baka and Test Summon the Beast though she had just assumed that it was a word that didn't translate over to well.

So this was going to get ugly … well, perhaps not. She wasn't too far from the file after all and though it could not be deemed a weapon she thought briefly on something else.

Idiot, stupid … both insults she could wave off. Crazy though with her history was a red area. But she listened. She had to darkness to conceal her though now she drifted back toward her initial position. If attacked the situation would only get worse for Machi, especially if she acted first but she stopped doing something at that shelf. Her moments were small and it was clear that she had picked up something that was small.

Careful observation would determine that it was that pouch or something of similar size. Unless she acted then and there Daphnee would pour something into the palm of her hand then come forward. If set on she would simply fling the contents of the pouch as a reaction.

“This is quite normal, Miss Takashi,” she would announce as she came forth. “So where does it stop? Should you be treated any different then the girls before you?”

Shelf respect did not mater for her role. Promoting the school's wishes had been her duty after all and though she came closer she avoided the light at the center of the room to give Machi less of a clear target should she act and have to judge this and that rather than have such information supplied to her already.

“Punished but different then everyone else?" She stopped at about the range she would be at for shaking a hand only then cocking an arm back and tossing the powder in her hand after taking a deep breath. She could only hope that it acted quick or that she would have time to spring back towards those tasers

The girls movements where small and was aided by the dark shadows the dungeon light produced. Where Her eye’s failed her ears picked up what it could.Just because she didn’t have a clear line of sight didn’t mean she knew where the girl was, and easily deduced she was moving towards the table. for what She didn’t know but knew it couldn’t be anything good. Taking a chance Machi moved within proximity of the girl, not in threatening motion, just to get a better sight not to mention she liked to look into peoples eye’s when things was this serious. It helped in-case of an attack.

It was a risk, but one she was willing to make.”You’re saying everyone gets punish this, and you make it seem as it is right?” Machi stated bewildered. Some how this girl was really pissing her off, who was she demand she take off her clothes, then chain herself. Then upon the samurai’s refusal state it would all be her fault because of school regulations. This school was backwards, but she was now aware of just how backwards. How could anyone allow themselves to subjected Like this?

“You say that Little miss Perfect.” Machi snapped.”BUt aren’t you being treated differently than the other girls. You’re the one enacting this upon and you get leantcy on a zero tolerance rule. Probably others as well... Hypocrite...”

It was the last words she was able to use, she had become so enrage she came closer to the girl to where the light barely shined. Unlike Daphnee she could be clearly seen as she hadn’t drifted into the dark. So when the perfect through what seemed like dust hurried to her face. Moving quickly she just nearly avoided the substance entering her eye’s, however her mouth and nose where wide open en-hailing the substance in-defiantly. She coughed as her body first reaction was to get the stuff out of her body instead she had to swallow to clear her wind pipe. Moving fast and using her skills to determine where Daphnee, aided with her eye’s quickly adjusting to the dark, she kicks at the bag in her hand, but some how falters to do so her knees seemed to getting weak her heart began to race her body filling with heat... Her breaths became shorter and yet faster.

“What?.” the swords woman said staggering realizing the dust may have been a powdered drug. She began cursing herself as she found she had been a tad too careless in this situation her own temper flaring to the point she hardly thought about her options. She drops to her knees mostly because she it only thing to do, also because of the drug taking hold of her.

“Pretty much.” She did not get into the degrees of punishment as she tended to keep on the lighter side such as this. “Damaged clothes in this situation is forgivable if we have stubborn students to deal with.”

The darkness gave her a miniscule benefit though that was nothing that Machi couldn't overcome. Thankfully the drug seemed to be fast acting though there was a sudden explosion of movement on both their parts. The only combat she had seen after all had been had been in movies and shows.

Even though it was never hit she lost the pouch as she reflexively attempted to fall back not that it would have done much good. She would have failed to reach the tasers too if Machi had not fallen to a knee.

The drug seemed to be more effective ingested though she had the briefing that it was inhaled it became obvious that Machi had swallowed some. The delay allowed her to arm herself though Machi had not pressed in.

She hovered at the darkness circling around the girl, taser in hand she gathered up a whip without breaking stride. Taser in one hand, whip in the other the effect of the drug was already at work surprising Daphnee.

She did not know what Machi was perceiving and watched right now to get a better clue, perhaps she would interact with the hallucination in some form if she could make sense of it though a part of her considered too that her brain may incorporate what she did into her perceptions too sort of like falling asleep with the television on where what you heard was sometimes blended into a dream.

Machi would feel slimy pink tentacles shoot towards her wrapping about each wrist and yanking her arms apart A chuckle resounded in the dark and the hallucinations were tactile, visual an audio though they lacked a thermal element to them.

There was a chill from the basement but no real body heat from the restraining entity.

“A stubborn one … I like those with some fight ...” the voice chuckled in the dark though Daphnee had no idea what was being said it would be like hearing a telephone conversation, it was one sided but sometimes you could make out what was being said so for now the Prefect could only watch on.

The sword woman drifted from reality to to a dream state induced by the powerful drug that was overwhelming her. She was confused as she lost her awareness of daphnee, and the heat building her was becoming awkward. This was the benefit of taking a stand, the pursuit of justice grand reward. She could only feel the cold air of the elaborate sex dungeon she had been put into, blowing against her heated body cooling it slightly. It wasn’t enough for the red head as she began looking around nothing really looked as it had been a moment before. As she gathered her strength she stands on shaky legs.

At least what she thought was standing; her senses where muddy so she really couldn’t tell if she was properly standing or not. In her mind she was standing and that seemed to be good enough. Before she knew it slimy tentacles had sprouted out of the darkness grabbing hold of her spreading her arms which had had been tightly clutched to her chest moments ago. The tendrils didn’t emit any body heat, it sounded alive and most living things produced heat. Machi found it odd, but by instinct was trying to free her arms from the snake like appendages.

“What the... Hnggg . What is this!” The girl Stated, She was technically in a conscious state, thus she remembered the last thing she did. Though muddy she still clearly remember talking to the perfect and would start asking question; as soon as she removed the slimy tendrils from her persons. The creature was laughing at her even stating it was liking the fact that she was resistant.

“Hiding in the darkness to strike.” Machi stated in a defiant tone full of rage.” So yourself coward! and fight promptly.” This could be heard in real life her arms outstretched just as it was in her hallucination, even her struggles where real despite not having any.

“Not exactly,” it chuckled in her mind. Her arms outstretched to her sides as if they were really being restrained leaving the prefect watching what was occurring as Machi responded to the threat in her mind. It was clear that she was imagining something grasping her in such a way.

Daphnee continued to watch on standing there more or less behind Machi right now.

“If you listened then I would have merely observed but as you can see we watch out for the prefects when necessary,” her own clouded mind seemed to try to make a semblance of sense out of this as another tendril fires from somewhere in that darkness wrapping about her neck though this one only applies enough pressure to keep her head still.

A set of orange eyes burn in the darkness before her set at a height that indicates that it is large, perhaps seven feet or even greater in height. More tendrils erupt from below her now securing her ankles and calves.

Others spring toward her from that darkness taring at and shredding her clothes, pulling and taring until only the undergarments remain.

“It would have been so much easier if you had listened Miss Takashi, the end results are the same and you've made matters worse for yourself it seems,” Daphnee's voice, or at least the Prefect in her head that she was imagining just now.

Machi glared at the burning orange eye’s. She was slightly startled by them, not to mention the creature was taller than her. It stayed within the shadows and let it tentacles shoot out and wrap around her ankles and calves. Effectively restraining them, not to mention her neck was restrained as well. So this s thing had been there the entire time. How did she not sense it presence.

It then removed her clothing revealing the the skin tight shorts that honestly could pass for under wear underneath and her tightly wrapped breast. Her dragon tattoo was visible thanks to her stocking being torn off. It spiraled around her leg to her pelvis bone. As result the girl was flushed, her milky brown skin heating up, she was still filling odd with the drug she had been infected with.

Great not only had her clothes been torn to shreds which was going to cost her. But her tattoos where revealed entirely.”Tsk.” was the only reply that escaped her lips. Her looked for the Perfect trying to spot her location. She was standing behind her drifting in the darkness. Her falls back to the creature that currently held her captive. “Dman you and this backwards school.” She muttered bitterly, her heart racing with worry and anger, all of it hidden behind an angry face. There was little she could do against them, other than make threats and insults. She all ready knew what was to come; it wasn’t hard to figure out considering they where in a sex dungeon. However she was lost in an illusion so there was nothing really happening, it could even be that her clothes where still on in reality and she just believed them to begone.

Her attire had still been on and Daphnee simply observed what was transpiring as she tried to make sense of the unknown. For now she had observed the going ons. However, it was tougher than even she had given credit for as the new drug worked on Machi's subconscious and even tried o answer questions that were not asked at all.

Making sense over those issues that were added. “Backwards you say,” the creature whatever it was chuckled as those tentacles tightened about those breasts, squeezing them and groping those orbs delicately.

“The prefects are nothing more than monsters in training … imagine a caterpillar before it is placed in a cocoon and morphs into a butterfly. Until they graduate the Prefects are caterpillars. Those that serve well get to cocoon themselves and emerge from that state. But this is probably an aside you do not care about. Essentially we have to look over our kid sisters.”

Another chuckle and of course things did not have to make sense as the drug used a jumble of thoughts making sense out of somethings and nonsense out of others.

A jolt of electricity rushes through her as the Prefect in her head applies a taser between her shoulder blades though the intensity is not as intense as a cattle prod the current is strong enough to vibrate the restraining tendrils a little. The jolt does not seem to bother their “guest” who uses a pair of tendrils to rip at hose shorts. The jolt is short lived though the fake Prefect begins unraveling her restrained chest, bandages falling away once tendrils shift and discard them making contact as soon as her mamaries are revealed squeezing against them again as a tendril dashes against the slit of her now exposed sex.