Chapter 4 - Satsuki's Subjection
"Don't fall behind, Nonon."
The order was quick and obviously expected no reply of any sort, not that it kept the bubbly pink-haired girl from obnoxiously sighing in retort to the command-sounding advice. The tall buildings of this more poverty-afflicted part of the city looming around the two brightly-clad girls, the duo made their way towards a precise building at the end of the dirt road, one almost brisk walking and the other hopping hastily behind her, trying to do as she was told to the best abilities of her frail yet harmoniously slender legs.
"I hope you'll make it quick, Lady Satsuki…I really don't like that bordello place, it reeks! And the music they play is so generic…" she commented, pouting in displeasure as the ground started increasing booming under their feet as they approached their destination.
"No one asked you to come, you can turn around and go back to the academy whenever you want." She replied, her voice clearly uncaring of what might become of the Three-Star student, her stern stare directed towards her endpoint.
"But the fundraising committee prez is such a creep! What if he tried to get you with some nasty trick? No way, it's better if I come along. Plus, that pervert's always had an eye on you… Someone needs to have your back, right?" she commented, winking towards the Student Council President.
"We certainly agree on the subject of Nori's utter abjection… nevertheless, I wish to see the state of Ryuko Matoi for myself. I cannot believe she… well, never mind. Though I could deal with the retarded dog's machinations myself, I certainly appreciate your added protection." Mumbled the leader of the academy, her tone getting a hint warmer as a meager proof of friendship.
"…Heehee! Don't worry, Lady Satsuki, I'll always be here for you, whatever you may need!" she promised with a laughing grin that contrasted well to the black-haired girl's own unmoved traits.
At last the two made it to the entrance of the music-shaken building, the pink-haired Nonon hastily knocking on the door in Satsuki's place: Had they been on the opposite side of the academy, the most commonly used entrance, any sort of door should have been opened to the throning woman of the Honnoji Academy, but the bordello was the sole exception to that rule and, since it was of course a ridiculous thought that the adored head of the academy would put forth the effort of pushing or lightly knocking on any sort of door herself. With a wooden squeak that hardly reflected the seemingly prim nature of the door that appeared to be almost brand-new, a pair of eye peeked through the small opening. Though this was probably just a safety measure, a way to make sure no undesirable elements entered the brothel, the impatient Nonon acrobatically kicked the door open before a hypothetical mouth could ask any sort of question to the feminine duo, letting loose a torrent of blaring music and eye-numbing lightshows and pushing the doorman a few feet away from his original position straight on his rear. The pink-haired girl entering the building of lust, she stood tall and firm over the still surprised body of the 1-Star student that acted as the entry's protector. Though he was still dazed by the sudden forced access, the identity-lacking soldier of Honnoji gulped in both fear and awe as he looked up to Lady Satsuki's accompaniment and bodyguard: Wearing her usual 3-Star Goku uniform that resembled a majorette attire, its shades of light blue and white matching her rosy short hair well, her dress was short enough to both reveal her long slender legs but still keep anyone from glancing up her garb too easily, even if the collapsed guard could actually see half an inch of the girl's pink panties, the only aspect of her attire that contradicted the girly cuteness her costume radiated was the cartoony skull present on her shako hat, though even that seemed childish, especially through the equally cartoonish bird wings present on its sides. Although her physique, more juvenile and petite, clashed with those of the finely-shaped Satsuki standing behind her, the intruding girl possessed curves that were nonetheless very pleasant to look at, even for the terrified doorman laying on the ground. Her hands on her hips, her chest pumped out proudly and her legs slightly spread from each other, the harsh tone she chose to use hardly tallied with her mellow, cushiony and cutesy voice.
"Lady Satsuki can go wherever she pleases! Now, tell us where the pervert iguana that runs this place is before I slice you in two for wasting our time!" she barked, directing pink and thick baton towards his forehead.
Although he was still shaken up a bit by his fall, the pawn-student quickly mumbled a few indications, both ladies then passing him by, clearly uncaring for his opinion or well-being and, having recognized both the head of Honnoji Academy and one of the fearful Elite 4, the door's guard voiced no opposition to this initiative. Now surrounded by several scantily, if not entirely nude, women dancing on podiums and their attentive audiences, all of which never even glanced towards the newly arrived girls, Satsuki and Nonon merely made their way to the back of the large room, both of them wincing, though one did so because of the unpleasant sight of such depravity and the other doing so because of the generic techno music blasting through the speakers. After climbing a few stairs and walking through some hallways, both girls being smart enough to have remembered each of the mumbled instruction they had received, they arrived at a closed room, only welcomed by the repeated beats of a wild music. Once again taking the trouble of opening the door for the head of the school, merely following behind once the eternally-scowling Satsuki was in, both girls were surprised by the sight presented to them, Nonon's cheeks taking a shade of red along with a feminine yelp and Satsuki's frown reaching the depths of its physically possible irritation and disgust, her thick eyebrows sulked into a menacing glare: Before their eyes was Ryuko Matoi, the infamous rebel, hard-hearted, defiant, stubborn student that had stood against Satsuki herself and actually managed to land a few decent hits, standing on an elevated stage, several spotlights directed at her. Her appearance was not so much grotesque as it was indecently libidinous, the black-haired girl only wearing a pair of black stockings of a smooth material, either satin or silk, coupled with a pair of long black evening gloves that reached all the way to just under her armpit and shoulder, leaving the rest of her body fully stripped, her large breast, her erect red nipples directed at the audience, and her well-shaped, well-rounded ass easily seen and unhidden. As for her pussy, despite the many ravages everyone present knew it had received, it had somehow maintained its almost virginal appearance, as if it hadn't been rammed in by several tens of dozens of cocks.
A few beads of sweat sparkled all over her body as the red-wicked slave nimbly posed on the stage, her hand grasping a pole in its centerfold clearly meant for a dance show, her hips swayed lewdly and her back faintly bent forward to let her breasts hang in all their amply gorgeous beauty, though this luscious pose only lasted a single second, as Ryuko quickly assumed another stance, this one emphasizing her ass, as soon as she heard the crack of Kakeru's whip; With another strike to the palm of his own hand, creating the acoustic cue the Matoi girl was clearly awaiting, she changed position again for one that left her hanging off the ground slightly and highlighted her slender thighs and legs, and the spectacle continued despite Ryuko's notice of the other girls' arrival, showing her observation through a slight squeak. In front of the wooden stage were three figures, precisely those that the two Student Council members expected to see: In a comfortable seat, nearly a cushioned throne, Kakeru observed and dictated the newest addition to his brothel with a satisfied smirk. Not that either girl could see his face, as he and his mute assistants faced away from them towards the stage, but Satsuki had a dogged intuition that his lips were indeed curled up into a devilish sneer. With a cough from Nonon, the deep red-haired student peeped to his side and finally noticed the school-administrative pair that had joined them, snapping his fingers to end the music efficiently. While Ryuko seemed suddenly unsure of how to proceed, merely standing on the stage coyly, her back somewhat arched forward and writhing her fingers with each other, Kakeru sat up and quickly turned to face the newly arrived women, welcoming them with a large salesman smile. As he walked over to them, a cloud of cigarette smoke followed his every step along with both his silent cohorts, he motioned a finger towards Ryuko whom reacted to his gesturing by getting off the stage and kneeling down in front of the chair that had previously housed the committee president's rear, patiently waiting in the distance while more influential, capable and simply better people, though only she saw them this way, gathered for conversation further in the room, leaving her to simply await an order of some kind, her palms politely laid on her thigh and a sitcom smile pinned on her face, her chipper-and-nothing-else eyes only following Kakeru's back while mostly ignoring the other girls despite their importance in the food chain. As the chain smoker approached the two brightly clad girls, he offered a short series of obviously derisive bows to the two authority women only to rise his spine back up, rubbing his hands facilely with his usual smirk, his two monochrome-clad assistants by his sides offering an actual bow of respect to the Honnoji leaders.
"Lady Satsuki! So very kind of you to bless us of the fundraising committee with your lovely presence! And you brought the ever-pleasant Nonon-chan with you, such a nice surprise… I do wish you would have announced your arrival an hour or two in advance, though… you know, so I could have prepped up a better meeting spot and whatnot." He said, his hands now nervously twitching as he rubbed them together.
"That's Jakuzure-sama to you, pervert iguana!" the pink-haired girl spat back, her traits taking a deadly tone that hardly matched with her saccharine, almost comical attire.
Ignoring the fuming short-heighted girl completely, Kakeru instead sent a charming grin to Satsuki, though the scowling head of the academy responded to his polite comradeship with her typical frown. His voice lost in a half-guffaw, half-cough, an odd and slightly worrying mix of amusement and discomfort on his face, he snapped his finger again slightly above his head, his two assistants somehow knowing that this particular snap was meant for them as they offered the committee president all their neutral-faced attention.
"This set-up just won't do, then! We should go to my office if you have anything to discuss: Miel, go prepare tea and bring it there; Viel, have extra and proper seats brought as well. After all, even we lowly brothel-dwellers wish for nothing but the best for our fair Lady Satsuki!" he laughed, taking a step towards the door to lead the visitors away.
"That won't be necessary, I wish to limit my time here as much as possible, especially if you're anywhere near me as well. I simply came to see your… supposed prowess concerning Ryuko Matoi… though I think I've seen more than enough." She grumbled, already turning her feet to exit out, her scowl taking a disgusted shade.
"W-Wait! Come, now. You came all the way down here to see the end result of her training and you would leave without even exchanging a word with the girl herself? You had talked to her before, right? Rebellious, feisty, arrogant, completely unaware of how small she actually is in the world… come, take seat and converse a bit with her, I'm quite proud of how she turned out and I'm sure you'll share the feeling!" he giggled, presenting the only seat in the room with a couple of over-theatrical hand motions.
Though she clearly held a pause of hesitation to consider the profligate chair presented by his subordinate, she took a step towards the seat just as her pink-haired accompanist opened her mouth and raised a finger, undoubtedly to voice a protest, though she disregarded her potential objection and merely headed for the presented throne-like chair. As the big-browed Satsuki sat down into the surprisingly comfy pew, setting her katana sword to the side of the table next to her, one leg crossed over the other and her arms crossed against her chest, Ryuko reacted by letting the upper-half of her body fall to the ground gracefully, her face against the floor and her hands politely kept to the sides of her head. While Nonon irately slammed her fists against her hip, clearly annoyed to have to remain around there any longer, the Honnoji dictator looked down to the back of Ryuko's head, surprised to see her trembling a bit: Was this a shaking of fear or of rage? As she was about to ask a question of sorts, she raised an eyebrow when the newly returned Miel put down a cup of tea on the coffee table next to her seat, doing so as silently as a grave. If there was a single consolation to being in this depressing location, it would be the delectable tea prepared by Kakeru's assistants, both of them preparing a beverage of the exact same quality and it was always a suitable compensation for enduring the committee president's wretched personality and attitude, although she couldn't care less about the infusion at that moment: Ryuko Matoi was all that mattered. After staring the former rebel down for a few more seconds, she barked a few orders to everyone but the kneeled girl, though her harsh tone was still directed at her.
"I wish to be alone with her. Leave us and only return when I ask so, if you don't mind." She murmured, her cold stare still stuck to Ryuko's pitiful, half-clad figure and her equally hard-hearted tone leaving little room for reply.
"Of course, we shall let you be so you can fully appreciate the fruitful result of my efforts. Miel, Viel, come. And Jakuzure-chan, if you would please follow me to my office, we could sip some tea ourselves!" he offered, his two assistants in tow and gesturing to the door with his usual exaggerated motions.
"Fine, since Lady Satsuki wants so… but you better not try to put the moves on me, perverted iguana! And I told you that it's Jakuruze-sama for you, not chan!!" she yapped, heading to the door with a fast pace.
With an eye-roll, the blood-haired club executive followed the majorette with a sigh, taking another long puff of his ever-present cigarette to ease his growing annoyance in the Student Council member, leaving the former sworn enemies in the same room on their own; But he wasn't worried, he had properly educated the black-haired rebel into the ways of a competent slave, so he knew she'd act appropriately. The two girls now surrounded by simple silence, none of the pair seemed willing to speak a word first, though it was obvious Satsuki was expecting some reaction. After a few seconds of dead air, however, she mumbled an order as she usually did.
"Show me your eyes, Matoi."
And as soon as the command reached her ear, Ryuko lifted her upper body again, even if still remaining on her knees, and looked the head of the Academy in the eyes, her jubilance clear through her inane smile. Despite the fact her lips seemed to be petrified in an almost retarded, plastic grin, her eyes remained lifeless, like those of a fully nude doll. Her short, well-groomed black hair primly straightened into an harmonious form while retaining some of its rebel-like wildness, her clean, immaculate skin and her unwavering pose shone a pathetic beauty, though this dejected splendor was ruined through her naked, an aspect which Satsuki couldn't appreciate. After a few more seconds of silence, Satsuki rustled disappointingly, leading the enslaved Ryuko to tilt her head in muddle, though her traits took a more worried shade when the empress of Honnoji rubbed her forehead with a desperate grunt and, before Ryuko could voice her honest concern, spoke anew.
"So you're not faking this capitulation, are you…" she sighed, more an out-loud ascertainment than an actual question.
"Of course not, my Lady! I've learned to love your glorious academy as everyone else does and truly wish to be useful to it! Occupying the lowest possible position as a slave and a whore is the best possible way for me to atone for my sins of revolt against you while still being beneficial to the school, wouldn't you say?" the unusually chipper Ryuko asked, even if her certainty in those beliefs would never waver.
"…How truly shameful."
"I-Is there a problem, Satsuki-sama?" she mumbled, suddenly worried to have perhaps angered one of the only woman she had to obey unquestionably.
"Nothing you can do anything about now, I'm afraid… I simply had higher hopes for you. I… never imagined you of all people would fall to his tortures…" she groaned, her frown regaining its more loathsome and cold nature.
"Why wouldn't I have understood my faults of the past through master Kakeru's teachings and lessons? I was a fool to have repulsed his help to begin with when he so generously offered it! I see that now and I-I hope you'll allow me to serve the school from now on as a sex slave…" she murmured, once again bowing her head politely.
What began as a slow, disbelieving shaking of her head ended as a simple but efficient glare of revulsion, Satsuki leaning back into the chair if only to distance herself from the pleading maggot her formerly promising enemy had been turned into. With her eyes closed and her massive eyebrows twitched in an angered grimace, the white-clad Student Council president exhaled irksomely again, though hardly hiding her frustration this time.
"If your only wish is to be a pig like all the others, I won't stop you. I simply had much grander aspirations for you."
"R-Really? What were those aspirations, milady?" she asked like a child curious to hear a story.
"I wished for you to grow strong through your hate and determination to kill me and, as a better warrior, I would have rallied you into the ranks of the academy, but not as that sorry excuse of a human you're now, I coveted for you to become a fierce soldier that could help me crush my enemies... I also wanted to see that dog of a man Kakeru lose his revolting grin…"
"You don't like master Kakeru?" she replied, seemingly legitimately surprised.
"I despise him. He is everything I hate to see in humans… but he can be useful, at least. However, he flaunts that his training can make any woman submit, such claims infuriate me. I was simply yearning that you of all people would manage to prove his beliefs wrong… though you failed to do even that. You're a complete disappointment!"
Her tone had gotten much angrier with each word, the bashful Ryuko merely closing her eyes and forcing her lips to smile, even if it was obvious she was hurt by the punitive words of the black-haired leader of the school. Bowing her head a bit further towards the ground, if only to avoid Satsuki's impugning eyes, the former Kamui user joined hands against her chest, partially hiding her uncovered nipples even if that was hardly her intention, and despite her obvious distress, she strained a smile onto her lips and murmured a few words apologetically.
"I-I'm very sorry I didn't meet your expectations, milady… b-but I hope to make up for my failures through the earnings of the fundraising committee, at least?" she mumbled, obviously saddened but hopeful nevertheless, despite having absolutely no reason to be optimistic in any way.
"Tcch… Your simple existence insults me, you filth! You're not even human anymore, you're just a hog like the rest! To have given up so thoroughly and even embraced your defeat this way, have you no pride, you coward?!"
Whining wordlessly under the torrent of offenses, a teary-eyed Ryuko merely nodded through the dictator figure's verbal abuses, rubbing her hands together as if that somehow lessened the impact of the affronts. Obviously ticked off by her simple endurance of the many invectives she had thrown at her, Satsuki rose to her feet, her wrathful eyes starring down the nude slave, and continued her enraged prolix.
"You're a failure! A true warrior would rather die than to kneel before the enemy, but you have no qualms with accepting your downfall! You're a worm, a slug, a disgusting insect!! You should just crawl in a hole and die in silence!"
The trembling Ryuko's distress was clearly heightened by the words of the Honnoji empress but her response to the verbal maltreatment was once again to merely sulk pitifully, her dismayed eyes directed at the ground, her obstinate nodding continuing and her voice much too hoarse to actually add words to her silent agreement. Her endless and dim neck gesturing soon gave Satsuki's anger a renewed energy as she clenched her fist and allowed her facial traits to take a grimace of both hate and antipathy as she clearly held back to keep herself from punching the unresisting girl in front of her. With her watery eyes and her quaking figure, even the dreaded Satsuki couldn't bring herself to hit such a pathetic creature, the equivalent of picking on a disabled. Sitting back, or rather slumping back into her chair, she crossed her leg on the other and kneaded her own forehead for a few seconds, leaving only the silence in her wake, though the latter was upset by the booming reverberations that shook the room unnoticeably. As the stillness dragged on to an uncomfortable level, Ryuko rubbing her hands together nervously and Satsuki only breaking the muteness through the occasional groaning, the red-wicked servant coughed faintly, almost like the wheeze of a dying child, pointed to the table next to the whitely-clad girl and whispered a few soft words.
"T-The tea is getting cold, Satsuki-sama…"
Peeking to her side, she too remembered the existence of the drink previously brought by Kakeru's silent and subtle servant, the decoction sitting on its maroon table, calmly painting the air above it with its spiraling mellowness. Feeling her neck to be a bit tense, undoubtedly an effect of her indignation, she figured the fragrant tisane might act as a good way to unwind a bit, capturing the cup's handle between a solid grasp of both her index finger and her thumb, lifting the porcelain goblet carefully and gracefully, allowing the enticing aroma to hover its way through her sense of smell. Sending one last glance in Ryuko's general direction, meeting only with her calmer traits, a soft smile on her lips as she awaited an order or comment of some kind from the highest form of authority in the academy, she sighed in quail and returned her attention to the drink on her side. Bringing the demitasse to her luscious lips, she sipped a few nips of the delicious infusion and instantly felt her nerves uncoil as the hot liquid made its way to her stomach. As she considered what to do with the vanquished Matoi who had curled her spine down along with her head almost in a default resting position of submission, the thought of simply leaving her here to be forever forgotten until her death crossing hew mind a few times, a powerful sting convulsed her chest, Satsuki hastily bringing the cup back on the table, though not without spilling some of it on the carpeted floor and the table's fine wood. Before she could order assistance from Ryuko, as she was now one of her many servants, her vision turned blurry and mostly faded to black, leaving her in a confused state of bewilderment, though she still managed to see glimpses of the former Kamui user's worried traits as she observed Satsuki's sudden sickness. Despite her surprise, even individuals with only a few neurons could guess what twist this already grim scenario had taken; Clenching her teeth furiously and gathering all the strength left in her body, she hopped to her feet, pushing the chair down in her rise, and slightly stumbled in front of the nude Ryuko who offered a hand to provide a better balance: A good servant always seeks to help her master, especially when they're physically ill, it came as no surprise to Satsuki that Ryuko would wish to help her in times of need considering she had gone through Kakeru's training and had clearly lost her mind. Difficultly maintaining her equilibrium on her own, she begrudgingly grabbed on to the Matoi girl's hand, though she didn't receive the kind of treatment she expected: With a swiftness and agility that acted as a stark contrast to her previous slow and predictable behavior, the red-wicked slave leapt past Satsuki and pulled her wrist along with her and, in a lissome kick to her ankle, tripped the head of Honnoji Academy to the ground, Satsuki falling maladroitly with a groan of pain. Although she had been surprised by the sudden personality shift of the slave-like girl, the ebony-haired warrior managed to raise her weakened body to all fours, despite the humiliating position this represented. Turning her neck to peek above her shoulder, she met with a completely different woman: Ryuko Matoi was standing tall in her back, her spine proudly straight and a delirious expression on her face, her physiology no longer holding even a shred of the diffident servant she had insulted only a few seconds before, instead replaced with the merriment of a child. While her eyes battled those of her assaulter, her arm and fingers subtly moved towards her sword, which still rested on the tea table only a few feet away from her crumpling spot, but it seemed Ryuko still had all of her warrior's instinct as she bounced above Satsuki's crawling body in a supple jump, snatching away the white scabbarded blade and landing inches next to her victim, though she hastily retreated in the room's corner, jealously keeping the sword against her naked chest, grinning laughingly at the crawling Satsuki, her mad eyes starring her down without mercy. Realizing that she had been completely and utterly deceived, her mouth and lungs couldn't keep a ferocious howl from roaring out of her lips, a scream that undoubtedly shook the entire floor they were on.
"KAKERU!!!"
And with that final growl, she couldn't help but to collapse entirely on the ground, her sickened cadaver quaked of a few spasms occasionally. Just as her eyes were closing, though, she heard a high-pitched voice that usually only irritated her, yet this time, it brought a certain comfort to her dazed mind: Nonon had hastily helped her on her knees, letting her limbs limply hanging off her unmoving body. A difficult smile lit Satsuki's face as she struggled to remain conscious but her renewed security was discarded again when she saw that, along with the pink-haired member of the student council, Kakeru had returned as well, innocently smoking in Nonon's back. Once again collecting every bit of energy she had left, Satsuki whimpered a few words while looking straight into Nonon's eyes.
"N-Nonon… K-Kill him… He's a t-traitor…!!" she gasped, her voice lost in a cough.
Though the non-athletic committee chair's expression turned flabbergasted for a single second, even the fuzzy-eyed Satsuki could see the forged aspect of her expression to the point of ridicule. Though her mind was slowly giving out, the simple act of breathing in and out becoming difficult with each pant of air, she gasped out to ask what her angle was, though the student council member's deceptively shocked traits had left her visage in favor for a partly playful but mostly sinful grin. Abandoning the more supportive and comfortable hold she had on the Honnoji queen's motionless body, the majorette instead grabbed a fist of her onyx hair, lifting her upper frame. Her arms hanging from her body, despite her better efforts to lift even a single one of them, Satsuki couldn't fight back or even protect herself when a well-placed kick from Nonon landed straight into her stomach, robbing away every bit of oxygen still present in her lungs. Her face, just about the only body part she still had some semblance of control over, contorted in pain, she opened her mouth to order her to stop but only managed to rattle a few syllables, much to Nonon's grinning glee. Lowering her neck so her face would reach that of her pained hierarchical superior, though she also tugged her prey's hair up to force her to rise slightly, the pink-haired cheerleader-like soldier chortled in derision of Satsuki's wheezes, barely able to hold a more mocking lark behind her pursed lips, though the impishness the immaculately clad woman saw in her belligerent subordinate's eyes spoke eloquently of her utter delight at the sight of her more tensed traits, a pleasure that even manifested itself through a swift lick of her lower lip. As the black-haired tyrant of Honnoji tried to wheeze out a few more words, miserably failing to do so through a series of unhealthy coughs, Nonon quickly adopted an air of false pity, even accompanying her simulated worry with a patronizing tone of endearment.
"Aaaawww, is Her Bitchy Highness having trouble breathing? Can't handle a lil' beating? Hopefully, that'll teach you not to demand stuff from people as if you owned the world! And if you dare order me around again, I'll make sure to bust a rib or two as punishment! But hey, as one of your unquestioning subject, it's only natural that I try to help! Here~"
And, with a slow, elated and almost erotic lean, Nonon pressed her lips against Satsuki's, much to the latter's surprise, the pink-haired girl shoving her tongue in the student council president's mouth, forcing Satsuki's tongue to twirl with her own in a sensual dance. However, what started as a simple disgrace act, Satsuki assuming this act of lesbianism being for the sole purpose of showing her utter vulnerability, soon turned into an unexpected assault as the mawkishly dressed girl both started actively both sucking what little air remained in her lungs and using her available hands to strain the victim's throat, effectively choking her after only a few seconds. The otherwise very powerful sufferer tried to move her arms to defend herself, but failed; she tried to move her body away from Nonon's grasp, but failed; she even tried to viciously bite her revolting underling's lip but even that had become too difficult for her to do. Eventually, the lack of oxygen got the better of her and, with her eyes rolling into the back of her skull as her eyelids closed and spouting a million curses in her mind, Satsuki lost consciousness, though she managed to send one last glare of pure, true hate to Nonon, a scowl that also acted as a mute promise of revenge, though the majorette only responded to the visual threat with an immature tongue-sticking. Hissing in abhorrence at the sight of Satsuki's unconsciousness, having expected her to last a bit longer, the fuchsia-haired girl let the white-dressed Kiryuin's body fall to the ground ungracefully and then raised an annoyed glare towards the only man in the room, Kakeru, who had retreated by Ryuko's side in a corner of the room. After a few seconds of silence, Nonon trotted her way to the unmoving duo, coldly striding over her superior's cataleptic body, and glowered towards the cigarette-smoking student, a pout of repulse on her lips.
"Put that cigarette out! I can't stand that stomach-turning smell!" She said, pinching her nose to complement her already expressive grimace.
"Hehe… the bordello is my domain, Nonon-chan, it's my right to smoke as I please. That was rather splendid to watch, by the way: I knew you didn't like her very much but I never figured you had such a loathing for her." He replied, his eyes shifting from Nonon's to the fallen form of Satsuki.
"You don't need to worry about my feelings for her. Once you've properly trained her into blind obedience to us, I'll probably hate her a little bit less. Speaking of which, I can distract the rest of the student council away from this place for two or three weeks, but they'll get suspicious eventually, so you need to deal with her quickly and efficiently. Got it?"
The top-hat wearer giggled as he approached the pink-haired girl, cigarette holder in mouth and his white monocle tacked on his eye, and brought his face a few inches to hers, much to her obvious displeasure.
"Oh, you won't be joining us? I was hoping to experience a collaborative tormenting of our national Lady Satsuki with you! We could even have gotten Ryuko-chan in on the fun andreallyenjoyed ourselves, if you know what I mean…"
And, much to the horror of the marching band leader, she felt the tip of his fingers caress her ass, having dexterously lifted the back of her skirt with the other, and even dare to slightly tease the elastic of her laced panties in a pre-motion to pull them down, though a completely flummoxed Nonon quickly pushed the perverted committee president away, the molester hitting the wall behind him harmlessly. His good-humored grin was met with a scowl of irritation from the girl, though her flushed cheeks only encouraged him to push his harassing further, yet he managed to hold himself back, if only to keep his own head. With a grunt of annoyance, she readjusted her skirt and crossed her arms against her chest exasperatedly, though her reddened expression hardly conveyed any sort of threat and unknowingly adopting a lewd pose through the motion.
"Khh, you pervert iguana… You're lucky to be so good at taming girls or I'd just turn you into sizzling slices of meat right now! Anyway, what do we do about her? Do you have some memory-erasing gizmo around here or do we just kill her?" she asked, pointing to Ryuko as if she were just some object or furniture.
Now suddenly the center of attention, the nude Matoi girl whom had remained politely silent during the events that had transpired a bit too quickly for her dazed mind, hiccupped in surprise and fear at the prospect of being killed for her ultimate silence. Despite her dread of death, the thought of using the sharp katana she held firmly in between her breasts never crossed her mind, her fighting spirit having been clearly wiped away in favor of a more submissive recalcitrance despite the physical prowess she had displayed previously, maintaining a safe distance by taking a couple of steps backward. Before 3-Star student could interpret her slight slipperiness as an attempt at fleeing, however, the still-smoking Kakeru stepped between the two girls, laughing genially as he directed both his palms in the salmon-haired girl's direction as a sign of peace, clearly showing that he didn't aim to fight her in any way.
"Haha, now now, Nonon-chan, no need to be so… murderously oriented. While I could indeed wipe away Ryuko-chan's memory with a certain ease using the bordello's technology, there's no need: She's a good slave, she will not speak a word of this to anyone."
Upon hearing the words 'good slave' associated to her name, the unclothed Ryuko couldn't hold back a large smile of satisfaction, as if she had just received praise from a deity. After a few short seconds of silence, the fellow conspirator merely puffed out a slight 'Hmph!' and turned heel to head for the door, once again merely stepping over Satsuki's still unconscious body.
"Fine, you're the one in trouble if this whole thing gets out, I can always just claim that you were acting alone. Just do your thing, but remember: I want to have a shot at her before you break her, got it?"
Exiting the room without a simple or polite goodbye, slamming the door behind her ass well, the traitor left her unwanted comrades in sedition alone, Kakeru only waving a hand at her in salute with his usual gregarious and a demure Ryuko following his motion like his own shadow. Once alone, the top-hat wearer turned to his nude treason accomplice and presented a hand; Not one that aimed to be shaken in respect, but rather one that wished to receive something, a gift, an offering. Quickly understanding his wish, the black-haired girl handed over the katana she had confiscated away from Satsuki in a robotic manner, her master only thanking her through one of his many politician-esque smile, though even this simple act was entirely enough to create an immense joy in the slave's manipulated, brainwashed, modified, amplified and diminished mind. Keeping Satsuki's sword to himself, he turned to its owner's still dormant body, a dark smirk lighting his face.
"That was some very nice work, Ryuko-chan, I doubt the plan could have gone so flawlessly without your help. Now, pick her up and get her down to the basement, would you? We have a lot of work ahead of us."
A stinging pain to her cheeks repeated itself at a regular pace, but the lifeless Satsuki, still too weak to open her eyes and see the cause of this redundant annoyance. Eventually, her sense of touch regained enough of its original efficiency to realize that the impacts to her cheeks were simply a series of smacks that found their origin in a very skillful palm. A hurtful dolor forcing her eyes to squint, Satsuki only managed to see a vague silhouette as the one clearly attempting to wake her up, though her own efforts to speak up, either to voice a complaint or order or to question the reason behind this unplanned abuse, only managing to weakly move her lips into incoherent words and cough a few wheezing sounds that only made thoroughly impossible to comprehend even a snippet of what she originally wished to say, not that there was very much anything her hazy mind could manage to formulate into clear reflections during her first few seconds to awakening. After a few last slaps to her most likely reddened cheeks, the first shadow vanished to the side, though a second, more imposing one awaited right behind her and, as she couldn't tell what was transgressing at all, a streak of fright subtly contorted both her mind and facial traits. As it got closer, the silhouette took on more human colors, though the details of it were still scarce and hazy and her body instinctively shuddered when the blurred figure laid a hand on her hip, only now noticing that not only was she entirely nude, a fact made worse when the molesting hand slid its way to her back to caress her ass, lustfully pinching the soft of her well-shaped rear, but also realizing that her body was held above the ground, leaving her in a slightly hovering state. Before she could try to move her lips to ask a question, though, the potentially human outline in front of her stepped in-between her spread legs did something to cause an immense pain to her crotch, though she couldn't quite grasp what it was her assailant had done at first, even if the pain lingered on for as long as the silhouette remained close to her. Forcing some movement through her still powerless limbs, her weak scramble only managed to bring a certain sound she managed to recognize to her ear: the clanging clinks of chains, cold and soulless by their very nature. Forcing her eyes open, she soon realized that her body was indeed hung from the ceiling via manacles she had imagined wrapped around her knees, neck, elbows and wrists, locking her in a very uncomfortable position. Her discomfort, however, was of small importance when she truly realized just what kind of situation she was in when the hazy image of a face became much to clear for her tastes, especially as it revealed Kakeru as the one causing whatever pain afflicted her crotch and, joining that fact with the interests and personality she knew he fit him quite well, it became easy to reach a dreadful conclusion: After properly muring her in chains, not very long after stripping her of her clothes, he had taken it upon himself to disgrace her body in a way only men could, stabbing her formerly prim vagina with the organic sword that was his dick. Groaning in both fury and distress, the black-haired ruler of Honnoji only managed to wriggle her arms and legs weakly in response to his repeated assault on her maidenhood, much to the giggling amusement of her rapist. Still wearing his black-colored Goku uniform, perhaps what gave his jabs into her pussy such strength, the Fundraising Committee president offered Satsuki one of his largest smile yet, doubling the intensity of his thrusts into her twat as an added bonus, though her response to his victorious grin turned out to be a simple animalistic scowling. Before the fiend could open his mouth to gloat, as she knew he would, Satsuki hastily visually scanned the room for anything that might be useful to her escape but only met with either void-like black walls or, to her surprise, the curious eyes of Ryuko Matoi. Still wearing nothing but a few decorative garments, the red-wicked slave peeked above the monocled devil's shoulder to catch glimpse of a few details of her intense rape, almost as if she was both reluctant to see her physical humiliation but also widely fascinated, even delighted to see the naked forms of the Junketsu user shaken with each shove motion into her pussy, a bloomed but impish smirk on her lips standing as proof of that. As the pain of the violation she endured to the best of her abilities capped in intensity, the blue-eyed prisoner moaned much louder than before, her voice then filling the room in both suffering and a hint of disguised pleasure.
"You've awakened, I see! Fantastic, I was afraid you would entirely miss out on our very first fuck together! That certainly would've been a bore, wouldn't it?" he asked, his cigarette-holder almost poking Satsuki straight in forehead as he leaned down to better look her in the eyes.
"D-Damn it… damn it…! Kakeru!!" the defiled woman cried out, her fury-possessed eyes adding curses and insults to her own short, panting obscenities.
With each thrust, Satsuki's ample and scrumptious tits heaved back and forth, a fact that, when combined with her shortness of breath and the beads of sweat, the liquid of passion, that crawled on her flawless skin all over her nude body, made for a very unthreatening governmental leader, though it certainly emphasized her natural beauty thoroughly. Noting that her previously softer voice was turning into a wrathful mix of cries and incomprehensible insults for a few short seconds, the one enjoying the womanly pleasures her body had to offer let go of her hips, which he had previously been holding firmly as both a means of better piercing her pussy with his cock and an excuse to caress her thighs almost lovingly, to instead grab her hardened nipples between the middle joints of his index and middle fingers and pinch them mercilessly; Although she managed to resist against the added sexual torment with varying success, a series of womanly squeaks whistling through her furiously clenched teeth, her firm resistance was shattered much too easily for her tastes when her cruel rapist combined the tweaking of her tits, already a very efficient abuse despite her prideful endurance, with a mere rotation of his own wrists, the motion ending with the thorough and effective twisting of her erect nips, Satsuki rocking her head back in both surprise and uncontrolled pleasure, a long-winded and lewdly erotic moan passing through her lips, much to the delight of the man still ravaging her pussy. Satisfied by this unwilling confession of defeat, proving to the both of them that Kakeru could now do as he pleased with the long-haired woman, the blood-haired conspirator let go of one of her nipples, almost in an act of mercy, instead returning his newly available hand to her ass, tweaking its flesh ruthlessly.
"You're making some very beautiful sounds, Satsuki-sama! And your pussy is hot, wet and tight, just like that of the prime whore I knew you were! Does it bother you that your virginity was taken unwillingly from you, let alone by someone like me?" he asked, cocking his head to the side to mimic a childish inquisitiveness.
"Tch… I-I couldn't care less about that virginal purity other fools care for! Betrayal, however, will not be forgiven!! For any of you! I will kill you, Kakeru, I will kill Nonon, I will kill Ryuko Matoi, I will kill all your subordinates and then, I'll dig my way to Hell just so I can kill you again!! Mark my words, you despicable perverted swi-iiiAAAAaaaAAhhhhHHnn!!"
Her haughty attitude was clearly unwelcomed from Kakeru's point of view when, in response to her prolonged insults and threats, Kakeru imposed a new abuse on the tormented black-haired girl by pinching, twisting and pulling her nipples all at the same time, turning Satsuki's enraged diatribe of hatred into a randy, open-mouth moan, the kind that would be heard in a well-financed porno. Rotating the perky protrusions to a near bloody point, the red-haired committee president only let them go when her flesh reached a redness that he apparently deemed satisfied, letting the sensible tits regain their natural shape. Now panting in both fatigue and unwanted, resisted sexual stimulus, Satsuki sent a homicidal scowl towards her gleeful rapist, though the latter clearly paid no heed to the girl's emotions as he continued to jovially plow her pussy out with his hardened cock. As Kakeru's wiles tripled in strength, Satsuki assuming this meant he was reaching his limit, she couldn't help but to bite down her lower lip in the hope of silencing her more feminine moans: It was no problem for her to groan as a simple sign of pain, the subtle slick of blood sliding their way around the perverted violator's cock acting as a sufficient proof of her painful virginal robbing, but her body also reacted in ways she hadn't anticipated: Her skin was hot, her breath was short, her mind was a mess and a shamefully pleasurable tickle crawled through her entire form; Her body was enjoying the horrors Kakeru was imposing upon it and yet her mind couldn't have been any more disgusted as such, when she felt the urge to unleash a moan of ecstasy again, she chose to counter it with a renewed set of barked insults, her maddened eyes staring her forceful sexual partner down with the rage of a demon, her royally thick eyebrows complementing her glare quite well.
"You pig! You pervert!! You swine, you cur, you mutt, you maggot, don't think you'll get away with this!! I will have your head, Kakeru! But only after I've returned this suffering and humiliation a thousandfol-OOOOOoooooooOOO…!"
Her voice had once again been distorted through a well-placed jab from Kakeru's dick, which, along with a blissful sigh of delight from the one that had imposed this fornication on Satsuki, released a load of thick, hot cum into Satsuki's pussy, each additional thrust of cock ripping a pitiful squeal out of the raped Honnoji sovereign. After properly filling her pussy to the brim with his seed, almost as if he precisely wished to impregnate her, the one to have stolen the student council president's purity exited her maidenhood, allowing a glossy flow of semen to leak out, and observed the panting Kiryuin for a few seconds. Before she could speak, though, he snapped his fingers in Ryuko's general direction and the girl that had respectfully remained to the side of the event hastily made her way to Kakeru's front; It seemed such an imprecise act as a mere finger snap meant for the former rebel to get on her knees, the back of her head now positioned only a few inches from her former mortal enemy's cum-filled vagina, and to start licking off the excess cum off his still hardened dick: Merely watching the action had gotten Ryuko madly aroused, her pussy now covered in lube, but the remnant cum from her adored master's previous copulation would be her only consolation for the moment, although a blissful creeping crawled through her body when her lord's warm palm landed on her head, silently petting the red-wicked girl while she performed her cleaning task. From the way she was kneeled, some of the cum dripping from the Bakuzan-user's womanhood dribbled on Ryuko's ass, a feeling that only doubled her excitement. After giggling a bit, as he usually would, the brothel's manager grabbed his cigarette holder and, as he whistled for the blue-eyed slave's attention, slowly brought the cigarette towards his servant's mouth. Ryuko, who had only just finished licking off every single drop of cum off the dick, swallowed what remained in her throat hastily and opened her mouth wide anew, sticking her tongue out, although her face had taken much more anguished traits: Before Satsuki's incredulous eyes, the owner of the Honnoji bordello put out his already diminished cigarette squarely onto the girl's tongue, the slight first-degree burn creating a sickening sizzling sound. But, as if this maltreatment and cruelty wasn't baffling enough, the nude and kneeled whore proceeded to actually swallow the consumed cigarette butt, though her winced traits made it obvious that she would rather not have had to gulp down the chemical-filled small cylinder. Even Satsuki seemed speechless before such abuse and accepted sadism but, as Ryuko got back on her feet and returned to her callous master's side, though still clearly disgusted herself, the student council president shook off her befuddlement and voiced her repugnance.
"Y-You freaks… you're both just animals, if even that!" she gasped, still fatigued from the rough fucking she had just endured.
"Yes yes, of course we are… all humans are technically animals, but I digress. Your pussy is of a higher quality than normal, Lady Satsuki! However, I have a feeling that, with some proper training, it can become even better! Anyway, I'm guessing you might want an explanation, yes?" he asked, still enjoying the sight of his new captive.
Before the black-haired ruler of Honnoji could reply, Kakeru slipped out another cigarette from his pocket and properly adjusted it on the tip of his black holder. Noticing the presence of a new tobacco stick yet to be lit, Ryuko hurriedly slid something out from the back of her left stocking, soon revealing that there had been a black and blue lighter hidden there from the start and, stepping closer to the one that had just made her guzzle down potentially poisonous substances, extended her arm as far as it could to light his cigarette for him, almost as if she was deathly afraid to step into the man's personal space but still wished to assist him in properly enjoying his smoke. Despite her earnest efforts in satisfying her tormenter's every need to the best of her abilities, she was only rewarded with a rude gesture that clearly commanded her to return to his side, which she did quietly, gratified enough to simply see a smile on her master's face as he enjoyed his cigarette. Having regained some of her strength, if only just enough to put on a strong front, Satsuki spoke in a cold, commanding tone, though her grotesque position countered any authority present in her voice.
"I can imagine the scenario here without your help, pig: You've always longed for my body, I know that. And as long as you kept your desires to simple looks, I didn't mind keeping you around. Even your occasional groping, I could ignore considering you earn the school valuable revenue. However, this time, you've obviously gone too far. I assume you wish for me to become like Matoi over there, right? Just a mindless slab of meat that doesn't think by itself and obeys your orders without even flinching? A WHORE you can enjoy any time you wish and who will satisfy all your fantasies? If you think I'll fall so low, then you're an even bigger moron than I thought." She declared, raising her chin to imbue herself with some pride, though her forced posture once again destroyed any credibility she might have.
"…Hehe… You think I want you to become like Ryuko-chan? What a silly thought: That would be so simple. All I'd have to do is slap a brainwashing helmet on that pretty little head of yours and, in a few hours, I could have you willingly sucking my cock all day long. You'd beg for it, even! But that's not fun: I've done this with dozens of girls, I already have plenty of faithful and skillful cocksuckers to serve me, if only Ryuko-chan herself. No, I don't want you that way, I want you to stay strong: I want to see you legitimately lose all hope, I want to see the real Satsuki crawl at my feet like a dog and plead for my cock. Not for her own pleasure, but only for my own in the hopes that I'd be merciful with her when I torture and brutalize her! This is the kind of girl I want you to be, my dear, a begrudgingly obedient, miserable wreck of a slave… I believe that is how you would be at your most beautiful. Does that sound okay with you, Lady Satsuki?" he said, clearly gleeful at simply imagining her that way.
"I think you already know my answer to that… but you should know this: I would rather die than become what you want me to be. I could bite my tongue off right away and let myself bleed to death; The moment you untie me, I could gouge out my own heart to end my life, I could stab my own throat using my nails. And if I were that desperate, I could use these chains to choke myself to death. And, once I have disappeared long enough, my subordinates will grow suspicious of you, no matter what that traitor Nonon tells them. They will come here and they will kill you. That is, unless I make my escape from this place on my own, first: You're just a human, Kakeru, a vile, sordid human. No matter how flawless of a prison you build for me, no matter how thorough your surveillance of me is, no matter the strength of the bonds you strap me into, you will make a mistake at some point, a mistake that Iwillnotice… and then exploit to flee from here. And then, I will come back with an army to crush your bones into rubbles. However… I am willing to make you an offer that might save us both a lot of time: If you plead for my forgiveness and let me go this instant, I will only have you banned from this country. You will have your life and your freedom, two aspects that I would quickly relinquish for any other criminal as twisted as you are. I am being leniently generous, even if all you deserve is my hatred: I suggest you don't waste my kindness."
She didn't really believe that he'd accept her offer, either because he was overconfident in the success of his plan or because he thought she was bluffing and would instead kill him with extreme prejudice the moment she was freed, despite her nakedness and the cum still painting her womb white, so his contemptible giggle came as no surprise as he bit down on his cigarette holder, a scornful rejection. Leaning her head back despite her sore position, Satsuki let out a giggle as well, the hint of a poised smile on her lips.
"Then you will die. Maybe not by my hand, but you will most certainly perish in pain."
"Maybe… and then Honnoji will die as well." The red-haired student followed, cheerfully putting his monocle back into place.
"Hah… my subordinates are not fools like yourself: Even without me, they will keep Honnoji alive, you're idiotic to believe that my death will signify that of the academy as well." She laughed, regaining her composure with every word spewed in retort to his own.
"…Oh! You're mistaken, I wasn't implying that the academy couldn't survive without its head, I was just referring to the bombs I had placed all over the school!"
A short silence followed, Satsuki once again left thunderstruck by her rapist's words. Although her skin crawled when Kakeru began caressing her soft thighs and hips, seemingly for the simple fun of doing something no one had had the courage of doing before, the Kiryuin girl gulped despite herself and asked a question whose answer worried her greatly.
"…Bombs?"
"Well of course! You didn't think I would just capture you this way without having a back-up plan, did you? With that monstrous strength of yours, there was only so few ways to keep you properly locked up at all times, I had to get creative. That's why, prior to today's wonderful events, I had a multitude of bombs hidden throughout school. And, if you don't obey my orders while I train you, I will detonate them. Nonon helped with the rigging so that it would all seem like maintenance work, of course. I had to promise limitless access to any girl of my brothel to some of your soldiers to get them to work for me, though, but it was ultimately worth it. Everything you've built, everything you've worked so hard to accomplish will be blown sky-high. But like I said, I don't want you to be like Ryuko over there, I want you to be yourself! I really do love your feisty attitude, it's very arousing… but you should just keep in mind that if you displease metoo much, then I'll just destroy what's most precious to you. Do you understand?"
Despite her will to at least appear strong at that moment, she couldn't help but to let her traits take a more distressful edge, though that anguish was quickly turned to a revived rage.
"You shameless dog..!" she gasped, unable to reply in any way.
"Oh, that face of yours… I don't think I'll ever tire of it!"
And, with a slow downward motion, he pressed his lit cigarette against Satsuki's still erect clitoris, effectively burning it slightly. To Kakeru's surprise, his newest prisoner only let out a few hushed grunts, merely clenching her teeth in resistance to the sting of the scald. Leaving the cigarette butt in-between Satsuki's vaginal lips, the chained girl unable to swap off the tobacco detritus, Kakeru sought another rollup to enjoy but raised an eyebrow when he realized that he had used the last one he had on him. Now thoroughly ignoring Satsuki, he turned to Ryuko, who jumped slightly, startle by her master's sudden attention but still lent an ear eagerly.
"I'm out of cigarettes, Ryuko-chan. Be a dear and give me one." He ordered, clearly more interested in smoking than in continuing his villainous interactions with Satsuki.
Though her hands moved to seek something from her stockings, she quickly realized with a sorry expression that she didn't have any such thing.
"I-I'm sorry, master… All I have is the l-lighter…" she babbled, fearing some sort of punishment for lacking the source of his addiction.
"Really? Khh, where are Miel and Viel when you need them… Well, I'll go get them myself. Stay here and keep an eye on our adored Lady Satsuki, would you? I'm sure you two have a lot to talk about."
And, after closing his pants' zipper in a quick motion, the one that had just enjoyed the highest form of authority in the dictatorship's pussy left the dark room with a few quick steps, softly sniggering as he exited. Though she shuddered as she felt the vile semen in her pussy still painting her inner vaginal walls white, Satsuki quickly got her mind back on task and opted even a more desperate solution: Turning her neck towards Ryuko, whom had simply nodded in agreement to her master's order of observation, she swallowed a bit of her pride and clenched her fists in the hopes of forcing the words out of her throat.
"Ryuko Matoi, you must help me!"
Her plea was met with an obstinate silence, almost as if the sultrily dressed girl was consciously ignoring the prisoner. She understood that perhaps she was simply too terrified to even consider helping her: She had indeed been told that Kakeru's tortures left many of the bordello's 'employees' as broken shells that obeyed simply out of terror of further punishment. Maybe a slight push could motivate her…
"I can help you escape from here as well… if my hands are free, Kakeru doesn't stand a chance, nor does Nonon or any of the troops those traitors managed to rally to their devilish cause! Help me, Matoi, and I shall raise you to the level of an actual human again! No longer will you be this pitiful, fearful creature that craves to please men, you can be a true woman anew!! Help me and I shall return your weapon to you, I shall tell you everything I know of your father's killer, I shall pardon you of all your crimes against the academy! All you need to do is free me now and we can both escape from this place!" she shouted, desperately trying to awaken some instinct of freedom out of the red-wicked girl.
As the last of her words reached a decibel height that resonated through the empty hall beyond the door, Ryuko winced a bit and deigned to look at Satsuki, though her eyes conveyed more pity than anything else.
"I really shouldn't even be talking to you, but… slaves like us aren't supposed to speak unless our master demands it. You should try to remember that for the future, it might help…" she mumbled, almost as if she was whispering a secret tip to a neophyte.
Ticked off by the appellation she had just received, an enraged Satsuki pulled on her chains in an attempt at breaking them, unleashing another shriek of ire in the process.
"I'm no slave!! I am the head of Honnoji Academy, I am she who punishes, not the one who is punished! I shall not end like you did!! I will kill you all for this treason!!!"
Her angered wiggling only caused a few clings from her chains and for her titanic breasts to lurch around in an embarrassing way, much to Ryuko's amusement.
"…It's a little weird. I'm kind of eager to see you go insane from the rape and torture, now…" the black-haired slave murmured, more to herself than to Satsuki.
"Tcch… only weaklings fall by torture. Kakeru's overconfidence shall be his undoing." She replied, staring at the ceiling resolutely.
"…We'll see how long you can last, then."