Anna's feeling good as she comes strolling down the hall. She wasn't surprised to find a pot dealer on campus. She was just surprised it took her this long. Being trapped in the boarding school equivalent of Thunderdome doesn't leave a lot of venues for smuggling in contraband, but it's still a boarding school which means it's practically a prison, which means it's practically a cess pool of every repressed vice imaginable. It also means crisp dollar bills just won't cut it for currency, and Anna's not exactly a beacon of academic achievement, so test answers were out of the question - not that you'd hear a word of complaint. Nique was a pretty girl, a generous girl, and the green was a surprisingly delicious kind of sticky. Nique's guest, a cute little hell raiser with a tight little indie rock body and a neurotic demeanor watched with wry bemusement as Anna went down on Nique, chain smoking between her hits of the joint, pink tongue flicking Nique's juices off the cigarette as the join was passed from Anna to Nique to her, rambling on about Shokushu as an "engineered rapemusement park" for monsters. Contraband is fostered in places like this, the girl said, postulating that the charade of classes was just there as a Pavlovian reward-punishment system to foster the rape, that contraband was encouraged to open excuses for punishment. Sure, some of it made sense, but the girl was quite obviously crazy.

Cue the dramatic irony. It's well past curfew as she comes moseying down the hall (That's one demerit against her), having spent a good couple of hours in the smoke circle, idling on the girls' conversation, insuring that the job was done thoroughly and all her past debts to Nique were paid in due. She's looking quite satisfied and quite unaware of her surroundings, a post-bliss cigarette already lit (strike two), eyes glazed, body flushed, completely unaware as she turns the corner and slams right into the tight-postured, brisk-stepped Shai. Breath smells still of honeyed sex (strike three) as their lips almost touch, before the force of the impact sends Anna falling flat on her ass. A fat green bag scatters from where it was tucked in her skirt, fluffy bud skittering across the smooth tiled floor (strike four!). Anna is left spread akimbo on the slick floor. Her little purple skirt climbs disarrayed up her knees, giving a glimpse of smooth pink if one chooses to leer down, colorful striped socks (Dress code violation. Strike! Five!) climbing to her open knees. She rubs a hand through her hair, grins sheepishly as her eyes climb up the body of the stern Head Girl towering over her in disapproval. "I, um... Heh... Sorry? Clumsy me." She offers up a dainty hand for Shai to help her up, golden eyes squinted unabashedly as she tries to place the girl. Me-yow is all she can manage in her head. "Hey, don't I know you?"

She French inhales, fragrant smoke pluming from her nostrils as she feigns a deep and ponderous thought. Her head is lowered, purple hair dangling in burnished eyes. Lips painted a darker shade of violet poke into a pout as she sees the Head Girl bend over to scoop up the dope. Lip catches in teeth, trailing the stud sticking from her lip, desolate as a puppy dog.

Knees are pulled up to her chin as she slips the pout into a cute little smirk, obedient eyes rolled up to the Head Girl, a chick who clearly sees herself as a rather imposing and menacing figure, a mover and a shaker (and what a cute ass). "I guess 'I'm sorry' isn't good enough?" She's trying her best to stall for time, to clear her mind of this fog, but all she can do is let her eyes keep dancing back to the weed Shai is tucking away. Okay. Think, girl. She doesn't seem interested in busting Nique, which means she either just wants to flex her power to bully you out of your stash, or she wants something from you. Whatever she wants, you can give, right? Long lashes flutter over pretty auburn eyes, palms flattening on the floor, thumbs splayed against hips and fingers spidering out spread. She opts to keep her head tipped up to Shai, ever the obedient puppy. She knows how to play the part, certainly.

"Look, Miss Tanaka, I'm not a trouble maker, kay? I'm not going to get into my problems but I just needed a little buzz, you understand? It's weak, sure. But I didn't mean any harm." She squirms deliciously. Oh she just looks so regretful. "I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make it right, okay?" A stream of smoke comes from the corner of her mouth. "Throwing myself on your mercy so to speak."

Her expression is coy as Shai reprimands her at first, body language playful. Wrists click to her sides, sending her firm round chest jutting forward, eyes dancing from Shai's face to the floor. Dark lips twitch on the edges of a smile. Anna knows what the girls at Shokushu are like. This is merely foreplay. (How right she is! How unaware!) Teeth pinch cutely over her bottom lip as Shai shushes her sternly.

The play doesn't last long. There's an almost tangible shift in the tone of the hallway as Shai begins speaking. Miss Tanaka, life is bribery. The twist of her lips is a little more worried as the ice queen lectures her, and she's thinking through the repercussions of actual punishment. But Shai just drones on and all she can do is stare, then stare becomes gaze as that ribbon is pulled free, dancing in the windless hall like a swami's cobra, poor Anna left hypnotized. By the time it dawns on her, it's too late for her to run. It's. a. monster. Stupid, stupid Anna. You should have predicted this, should have guessed it's not really a girl at all.

She twists to a runner's start but the ribbon is too fast, snapping around her ankle, dragging her to the ground, round ass squirming as it pulls her into its grip. Her mouth opens to scream but the ribbon tightens around her throat, warning, choking down the sound, before nimbly wrapping itself around her mouth. It moves nimbly, efficient. Her wrists are pinned behind her back, at which it settles to bind her with the neat and sparse care of a shibari master, deft movements pinning her body with efficient ease before it settles in to the act of encasing her completely. For a moment she's a writhing mess of girl and then she's just a writhing mess of silk as it cocoons her snugly, a salivating curve of a Christmas present. All that's left is her bulging, frightened eyes and the muffled, panicked voice through silk.

And.
then.
(pink)
not.
The Head Girl peers at her like a hungry geisha demon
even.
inna li.... wh...
tha--

"Nn.... Jesu--"

There's a moment of perfect, innocent poise. Her pretty cheek rests against the cold sterile tabletop, lashes damply coiled against cheek, body a subtle white curve of womanly curves and soft lingering baby flesh. The world is dark but for her, spotlit radiant glow danced with sharp hypnotic black ink, the splash of purple the only hint of color in the scene. Peaceful, placid eye blink as she moves to cover her eyes from the sheer white light. Hands jerk in the restraints, the whole table shuddering. She doesn't even hear that sound yet, scritch of metal implements like bionic rats scurrying across stainless steel.

Instead she is an exercise of art in motion, body thrashing, swaying, body thrust upward then down, twisting left and right. Her heart pounds wild on her chest. Legs twist, showing more movement than the rest of her body, working to push herself off of the table and then, finally, finding it futilely.

And just as quick, she's silent, her legs crossed over to afford her the best bit of modesty as she can allow as she turns to one side, then the other, peering out into the dark, silent but for that devil scrape in the dark and the husky, hurried rise and fall of her terrified breath.

Anna has one advantage over the timid little prey Shai must be so used to. This situation isn't entirely new to her. She's faced monsters back home, human monsters, not the type of squirming tentacled beasties that call Shokushu home, and by the time she's hoisted for display, she's pretty certain there's nothing supernatural about this girl - just another old fashioned sadist twisted by her surroundings. And while the Head Girl is surely more.... calculating than anything she has yet encountered, monsters are monsters are monsters. Her heart pounds in her chest, sure, her breath is quick, her attention dizzy and unfocused, but she knows how to ride that high, and she's alert enough to read her surroundings. At least, what little surroundings there are to read. Skin glimmers like porcelain under the white heat of the lamp, her tattoos an oil slick counterpoint, the ink seeming to dribble down her delicate skin. Piercings shimmer in the glowing nimbus. This is rock bottom, sure, but she's been at rock bottom before.

Eyes roam Shai's outfit with a smug sureness, pink tongue flicking to lick at dry lips, eyes only briefly flickering from the fetish outfit to the pulsing monitor as her body is twisted around like a ragdoll. Pink nipples stand attent in the cold air, jiggling from the steady but hurried rise of her breath, jangle of rings against goosepimpled flesh. Gingerly, she settles her feet on the plates, plum-painted toes wrapping around the surface. The pads allow her little leverage for wiggling, forcing her body painfully erect, round curve of her ass as strained as the soft muscle of her legs, her back left arched, chest thrust forward. She is tightly yoked by the apparati. "Hello class" she manages, loud enough to be heard, voice husky through dry throat. "Don't any of you worry. There's nothing Miss Tanaka will do that will break my nerve. She's no Mengele." It's a smirk almost, taunting almost as eyes narrow just slightly at the strutting nurse dominatrix.

Eyes flick after her with practiced patience, long lashes tickling soft flesh, the elevated vital signs bursting on the screen and the raccooning of her heavy goth makeup the only indication that her composure is shattered. Eyes follow the needle loosely. It is not the aphrodisiac that alarms her so much as the memory of... well.... Heroin is a hell of a drug.

Her little nip hardens instinctively, anticipatory, as the swab brushes over it, then a sharp little gasp as she feels the liquid course through flesh, a warm, tingling wave that spreads as her other breast is dosed, the two washing together, encompassing her chest in blissful, white heat. It seems as if an entity alive, the glowing, numbing warmth seeming to follow Shai's touch like an obedient puppy. Anna's body stiffens, bucking forward, tense thrust, her eyes rolled back in her head as she just crests the wave

"Mmnn.... Thousands... of -- MMMMMM -- lucky girls..." It's hard to hear the sarcasm in her voice through the drug. Maybe it's not there at all, her voice wet as saliva drips down her cheek, splashing heavy, warm breasts, dribbling onto the table beneath her. To the audience she must look a lovely monochrome, the illusion broken only by splashes of violet. To Shai, her sex glistens hungrily under the hot lamp.

"Guess... nnnfff!" Her whole body trembles. 's'er p'rogative, Mz...."

She can't deny the sheer rush of excitement coursing through her body, and it's not entirely the aphrodisiacs at play. She chokes a tortured moan as the albino's deft fingers stroke along the tight line of her slit, smearing creamy excitement between her thighs. "I do hope I'm getting extra credit for this spontaneous volunteerism, Miss Tanaka." she purrs, teases. Her neck arches, exposing herself to the girl as the collar is fitted around her slender throat, ever the pliant pet, too smart, of course, to bite or struggle in her present predicament. Then the hood. Eyes flash with brief panic. She almost says something to her captor but then thinks better of it and like that she loses the one vestige of humanity she had, sunk wholly into the category of anonymous meat. Her warm cheek brushes against Shai's palm briefly and desperately, one last grasp at human touch, face pink and flushed and excited, before she's thrust into darkness.

The ring clicks into place, insuring she can scream and moan but not enunciate like any normal human being, her jaw forced open, uncontrolled drool slickening her chin. All she can do is squirm in her restraints as she waits for what her self-appointed "teacher" has planned next, lost in void. She counts the heartbeats but loses track of time quickly.

Until there's fingers on her. They're neither as practiced or elegant as Shai's touch. She can tell that immediately, but there are many of them and the one thing she's discovered about sensory deprivation is, what's left just feels that much more powerful. Clumsy sluts, the lot of them, but the drug is starting to course through her veins and she can't help but moan like a little whore. They grope and poke at her, breasts twisted in grubby fingers and all Anna can think is Do any of these girls know me? Are any of these oafish little cunts my classmates? Somehow in the drug haze, it excites her even more. Her head is whipped back in the grip of the student's grip and her whole body jumps in response, breasts bouncing viciously, sweet pink nipples twisted around and jerked forward as a giggling girl plays with both rings.

Shai's voice drones only half-perceptible in the distance but in her haze, Anna registers almost none of it. She doesn't need to, really. The fingers speak for themselves. Sticky juice trickles down her leg while stumbling digits smooth up her soft skin. "MMMMPPPPPHHH!!!!!!!!" She bucks forward as the girls move their mouths in unison, quick flicks of tongues, tender kiss of lips as they spiral inward towards the center of her body, tender frame tented forward, tip-toes slipping, squeezed tight around the edge of the discs. Her tongue trails the full circle of the metal O lustily.

For a moment, she's not worried. It's almost like heaven, really, a harem of girls crawling over her exceedingly sensitive body, that pink tongue sending shivers up her calf, inexpert but at least eager fingers stroking over soft flesh. She wriggles and writhes, making a grand show of it, tribal ink crawling like snake over flesh. And then it grows silent, the girls retreating from her, and that pit of terror rises back up in her throat, left sticky and trembling in the sudden cold. All she hears are snatches of words but she's suddenly insured this won't be so easy.

prototype... strap.... several HOURS... While the girls' attention is occupied elsewhere, she's subtly testing the restraints, squirming in the cuffs, testing the strength of the chains and the anchors, judging the range of her free movement. And then she freezes, tight, at the sudden snap of sharp nail against erect nipple. She catches that last sentence in full, but doesn't have time to immediately register the meaning as the chains go slack and she's shoved roughly down onto the table, her hands going down reflexively to cushion her fall. She trembles so faintly as Shai commands, but obeys sharply. Feet wiggle to the edges of the plates, spreading her thighs, slight part of cheeks, wet glimmer of snatch exposed to the girls behind her, her front sinking lower to elbows, sensitive breasts smushed luridly against the cold table, like an obedient, horny bitch in heat.

And then they pounce like a pack of hungry wolves. Hands are ripped from the table, pulling her off her balance, red cheek smeared into the table as they eagerly guide her fingers over the hot, fleshy shafts, veined and pulsing and practically dribbling cum. Oh, Jesus. The bitch brought men into this. Under the hood, tears well in burnished eyes, but she obliges, clinging to the stiff, enormous rods for support, quick fists polishing up and down the lengths, brief loving squeezes to flared heads, both hands working in synchronized unison. Then the paddle hits. It hurts so much more from the lack of expectation. Her ass pumps higher like a flash, yelping painfully through the ring, a mean red smear left across her ivory rear as she jumps responsively to tip toes. The heat flares through her body, climbing humiliatingly up her sex. Her body rests in expectant poise, all tense muscle, holding onto the strap-ons for support as she anticipates the second blow.

Each smack is punctuated with a yelp, as her round ass jiggles deliciously from the force of the paddle. The girl's inexpert hand swings wildly, each blow cracking in assymetrical criss-cross, some falling flat against her rear, some painting her inner thighs bright red, until steady welts are rising up against her rounded flesh, each smack driving her ass higher, her legs wider. The last smack elicits a pained HOOOOOOOWL as the paddle drives square against the tightened lips of her cunt, the noise drowned out as another of her assailants takes the opportunity to forcibly rip her head back andbury a toy between her pretty lips.

Her head is on white fire, unable to do little more than ride the forced fuck at either ends of her battered body. Moans are stifled against the fat cock as the rear girl's tongue slathers against her stinging derriere, spreading saliva like aloe, sending an enticing mix of pain and pleasure spiking between Anna's legs and climbing into her gut, all the while that toy burying deeper and deeper down her throat, choking and gagging, barely able to breathe through her nose under the tight hood, mouth filled to capacity as the member fills the ring to the edges, wet warm hole dripping tight around the pleased student's "cock". Her nose tickles against the girl's soft belly as she buries herself to the hilt down Anna's welcoming fuck-hole.

And then that arc of electricity spikes against her love button and it's like her whole body jumps, scream muffled against cock, the force of her body rising thrusting her off of the quickly fucking fingers and then just as quickly her knees give out, sinking folded beneath her, ruthlessly jamming all three fingers deep up her pink hole, the girl's knuckles rapped against table. The murmur she makes in response to Shai is indistinguishable, racked with humiliation and fear and lust, tired, until the swift, rough toe of the boot cracks her in the stomach and she desperately tries to scramble back to her feet, wheezing and choking as best she can for air around the shaft, head dizzy with stars.