Shokushu High School

"Ah, my dear Gamahuche, your aim is as keen as ever!" Miss Fricatrice (from Miss Fricatrice's Academy for Insolent Brats) was studying the bright red stripes across the pert bottom of an unfortunate student. "They are most evenly spaced!"

"And exactly parallel. Shall I get a protractor?"

"No, no, I am sure you're right. I trust this damsel has learned her lesson well!" Here she stroked the ass, causing the semi-conscious girl to moan in pain through the tight-fitting gag.

"I am afraid our Miss Shylar here is quite intractable. She is impertinent and willful. She disobeys her teachers, and protects the younger students from the many bullies here. Just the other day she called me a sadistic old dyke. . . which is true enough, but said with such impertinence! But I am patient. My methods have never failed, and the bratty Miss Shylar will eventually break. Especially since I have my new 'assistant'.

Miss Fricatrice looked at her in wonder. "So it's true then. . . the rumor?"

"Quite true: The mighty Spacegirl is now my slave. She will do anything I say, and I have made Miss Shylar here a special project of hers. The two have a very special relationship now, although I don't imagine it is a mutually pleasant one."

"You never cease to amaze me! You must tell me how you did it!"

Gamahuche hesitated for a moment, and then she came up behind Miss Fricatrice, she cupped her hands over her breasts and kissed her neck. "I never could deny you anything my dear! But this must remain our little secret; it won't do to have every space pirate in the sector competing with me."

When Fricatrice had sworn not to reveal the secret, Gamahuche continued: "Spacegirl wears a collar around her neck that connects the auditory nerves directly to the endocrine system, by means of a complex phermo-electric signal. So she experiences a spoken command as a hormonal response (and you can imagine which hormones it involves.) Obeying the command releases more hormones, creating a stronger response; Disobeying shuts off that response and triggers the pain centers of her brain. The effect is cumulative and addictive. The more she obeys, the more she enjoys it, and the more she wishes to obey. Eventually the collar can come off, and she will continue to obey me. Already she seems to be enjoying the torment she inflicts and the torments inflicted upon her."

"You are simply diabolical! When may I see her?"

"Tonight. I lent her to the biology department for a demonstration this afternoon, but I have prepared a demonstration of my own for this evening. Then you shall see her. For now. . ." she reached over and untied Miss Shylar, who tumbled to a heap on the ground. "Now that you have seen discipline at Madame Gamahuche's, now you shall see athletics. The wrestling team is practicing in the gym as we speak, and the girls are quite strong and . . . flexible. We are sure to beat you at the competition this year."

"Never. My girls are better than ever. . ." The two villainesses departed arm in arm, chatting gaily about business, leaving the poor Miss Shylar naked and humiliated, and thirsting for vengeance.

* * *

Spacegirl stood under the shower trying to wash away the humiliation of the past few hours. The biology demonstration had consisted of her being ravished by a rigellian cephalopod of monitors proportions. The beast stripped her, fondled her, penetrated her and brought her to howling orgasm, all in front of an assembly room full of wide-eyed students, who took detailed notes and then asked humiliating questions which she was forced to answer honestly:

"Is this the biggest monster to ever rape you? (No)"

"Do you prefer tentacles to pseudopods? (Tentacles for vaginal sex, pseudopods for anal)"

"Do you spit or swallow? (Depends on the alien)"

And so forth.

Finally, covered in cum and weak with exhaustion she was allowed to gather the remaining scraps of her uniform and go, her exit accompanied by the polite applause of the students. She went directly to the showers, relieved to find them empty.

The hot water pounded at her body, naked except for the damnable collar. She was lathering her hair, getting rid of the last traces of cum, when she felt a gentle touch on her shoulder. Someone had entered the shower room unheard, their bare feet making no sound on the tiles. Spacegirl was used to this; life at Gamahuche's did not involve privacy of any kind. She was only glad that the interloper did not seem to be aggressive. She turned to see who it was, but lather stung her eyes forcing them to close. Her companion gently turned her and began washing her hair, and then let her hands slowly travel down the length of her body. Hitomi was too exhausted to resist, and the woman's touch was so gentle she had no desire to. Finally the stranger pressed her mouth against Hitomi's, and Spacegirl felt a tongue force something into her mouth. She was surprised and resisted, but a voice whispered in her ear:

"Shhh! We're being watched. They're earplugs. If you can't hear, you can't obey!" Hitomi finally managed to wash the soap out of her eyes but the person was gone, leaving Hitomi with the only glimmer of hope she had had in weeks. And the voice. Spacegirl wasn't sure, since she only ever heard her gasping in pain and begging for mercy, but she could have sworn it was Shylar's.

* * *

"Soon you shall see why Gamahuche is a name that commands respect among Space pirates, white slavers and perverts throughout the galaxy!" Madame Gamahuche was milking the scene for all it was worth, keeping her select group of guests on the edge of her seat. Present were, of course, Miss Fricatrice, but also Sappho Tribade (of Tribade's Penitentiary for Anti-social Young Ladies) and Emma Whipcord (Of the Whipcord Institute for Disobedient Wenches). They were all eager to see this latest innovation in their trade, and Gamahuche was enjoying the building of suspense. Finally she spoke again:

"Behold! The mighty. . . the celebrated. . . the feared. . ."

"SPACEGIRL!"

Hitomi stepped out from behind a curtain as she had been told to do. She was wearing the collar, a sheer white blouse several sizes too small, a black pleated skirt 5 inches off the knee, and a pair of six inch heels. The effect on the audience was impressive; they leapt out of their seats to get a better look at girl.

"Beautiful!"

"Lovely!"

"Succulent!"

Spacegirl was forced to go through a series of lewd poses, that quickly made it apparent that she was not wearing any underwear. Gamahuche invited her guests to order the poor girl around. Soon she was forced to strip down to her shoes, and kneel before them with her legs spread.

"Now, who will be the first to experience a tongue whose skill is legendary throughout the known galaxy. How about you my dear Fricatrice?" She pointed at her old friend, who had already removed her skirt and panties and rushed towards Hitomi.

"Now Spacegirl, just like you've been trained, pleasure our guest!"

Hitomi who had been staring at her tormentors with obvious revulsion, suddenly now smiled. Fricatrice had a fraction of a second's warning that something was wrong, and then Hitomi's fist hit her stomach, knocking the wind out of her. With the element of surprise, she was able to overpower the other three women knocking them unconscious. "How. . .?" said Madame Gamahuche just before Hitomi knocked her out.

"Sorry bitch, I can't hear a word you're saying. . . although I can read lips."

* * *

This would prove to be one of the biggest busts of Hitomi's career. She captured the heads of four of the biggest traffickers in human females. Each school had records going back for years, and while many parents were in the dark about the nature of these schools, many more saw them a as convenient way to get rid of an unwanted step-child or niece. The ensuing scandals shook several planetary governments to there foundations. There was a lot of paper work to go through, tracing down all the unfortunate victims of this slave ring, which is why, a week later, Hitomi was still there, working out of Madame Gamahuche's office. It was late at night when a knock at the door distracted her from her work. It was Shylar.

Hitomi blushed; she still felt enormously guilty for what she had put the poor girl through. "I guess I haven't thanked you for helping me escape."

"I didn't do it for you, I did it for me"

The girls voice trembled with anger and fear. She was obviously not in a forgiving mood.

"Can I do something for you?" said Hitomi.

"I think you've done enough, but, now that you ask, there is. Close your eyes."

Hitomi did so, bracing for the blow she assumed was coming. Instead she felt something around her neck. The collar!

"What are you doing. . . ?"

"Silence!" Hitomi instantly obeyed.

"Don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you. It's just that for the past few weeks you were a source of pain and terror for me. I know it wasn't your fault, but I can't recover unless you become a source of pleasure. So you will obey my every command for the next few hours. You have no choice. Now strip!"

Hitomi resigned herself to her punishment, and spent the night in the office pleasuring the young girl. And that's where the ADD agent who came to relieve Hitomi found them, asleep, a sweaty tangle of arms and legs.

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