Mizore and Zac stood in a large room below the school, in the centre was a desk that Kuyo sat at, around him were the other members of PSC including a bandaged Deshiko and her two backup fighters.
The Warlock and Yuki-Onna tried to appear relaxed but the atmosphere was anything but.
Kuyo stood up and walked towards them with his arms crossed behind his back, "So, in the face of your transgressions you're punishment is thus…" The duo were pushed to the ground and stripped of their tops, they struggled but whoever was holding them, they were much stronger than either of them.
"10 lashes, and indentured service to the PSC for a year." The first stroke of the lash was agony incarnate, the Warlock cried out hot tears immediately spilling down his face, Mizore fared no better but managed to keep her voice down for the most part.
"Stop! D-Don't hurt her! I'll take hers just don't fucking hUUUUrt her!" He screamed out, The second stroke dug even deeper, making the blond tense and arch his back, which only added to the pain.
Kuyo actually chuckled, "Well I didn't expect that, quite the noble one aren't you? Very well… cease striking the girl." Ordered the elfin man, the member with the second lash nodded and withdrew.
"Why, though? I must ask." Kuyo questioned, kneeling down to the level of his prisoner.
"'Cus unlike you fucking animals, I was raised right." Muttered the Warlock, hate in his eyes as his body begun to sweat under the strain.
"Noble indeed. How sweet." Kuyo jeered with a grin.
"You think nobility will help you here!?" Shouted the Warlock's whip wielder, striking once more getting an agonized scream in response, "You think you can just take a hit for someone and it'll be fine!?" Demanded the voice, Zac's mind was shutting down, in a bid to escape the pain.
The fifth lash scraped bone, he could feel it, it rattled his very skeleton to feel such an assault, he looked to Mizore who was crying even harder than before as a bestial scream left his throat, he tried to give her some response but all he could do was stare, stare and scream.
His body slowly went into shock, so the seventh didn't hurt so much, eventually his vocal chords just stopped working and he accepted it with quiet misery.
The only sound in the room was that of the lash, and a crying Yuki-Onna.
As the final lash struck him Zac fell forward onto the cold stone ground, his body seizing as it tried to reconcile what had occured, sure the rational part of him knew he could heal this but by the gods above and below it didn't matter in the moment.
"Well done, Zakari-san." Someone said, several others began clapping.
"You're very bold, Zakari-san!" Another said with cheer.
"A true guardian!" Said a purple haired girl, holding her flushed cheeks with a giggle, "How manly."
"Now-now everyone, calm down!" Kuyo ordered, "Get these two cleaned up and dressed, they'll be appointed afterwards."
Half a dozen people carried the not-all-there Warlock off into an adjoined room, whilst a few walked MIzore over, assuring she made it.
Within the room was a table that one could be forgiven for assuming it be be a massage table, the six placed the despondent human onto the table and begun cleaning his wounds, Mizore was placed onto a similar one, with a few cleaning and dressing her wounds.
"I didn't think you'd have it in you, Zakari-san." Praised the same purple haired girl, her fingers tracing the mincemeat that was once his back, her face still red with excitement, "A man like you only comes around every once in a while after all."
"Keito can you get some of the balm?" Asked another member, getting a nod from the purple haired girl, she fetched a jar of bright blue paste and passed it over to the one who requested it.
The student with the balm began lathering it onto the younger students back, the flesh begun to knit back together with the addition of handfuls of healing balm.
Unseen to those tending to its Master, Seeker rose up and with a vicious fury sucked the life out of the one who was placing the balm on its Master's sullied flesh, Seeker drained forty years from the cretin who fainted in order to make the vile heretic suffer and to heal the Master.
Zac jerked violently as everything powered back up, he pushed himself off the table, ignoring how he stepped on someone, and looked around like a skittish animal, his heart was beating like a violent drum.
"Hush-" Crooned a vaguely familiar purple haired girl, "It's alright, Zakari-san. The pain is over now." She promised, reached him and pulling him close, the Warlock lifted his arms to avoid touching this stranger, though that didn't dissuade her.
"You-you people are fucking nuts…" He said, eyes wide and pupils dialated, he pushed the purple haired girl off and ran over to Mizore, ignoring the bareness of her chest, "Mizore ar-are you alright?" He stuttered out, his voice rushing to meet his thoughts for a change.
She cradled his cheeks with her hands and pressed her forehead to his, tears running down her face, she just kept muttering "I'm sorry." And "Thank you." Over and over again, and kissing his face instead of taking a breath.
"It's common for something like that to occur." Assured the one tending to Mizore's wounds, "She'll snap out of it after she gets some rest. I gotta say, no one was expecting you to take her punishment like that."
"That whole fucking showcase was insane! What's wrong with you people!" Snarled the Warlock.
"Hey now, we all had to go through it. We all understand where you are right now but you'll get used to it and hey, you've only got a year of service. A few have to spend their whole high-school lives in the PSC, so be grateful." Scolded the older teen with a patient expression on his face.
Zac grit his teeth and stood up, the stance would have been more intimidating if they could seek Seeker who looked ready to rip someone apart, "What's to stop me from going nuclear on you assholes?" Growled the youth.
"We outnumber you." The Senpai said with a frown, "Take some time and rest, you'll get used to it. Besides your back is already healed, the scars are a good way to get ladies." The mood was ruined by that stupid grin on his face.
Zachary looked positively murderous, "Take this seriously you fuckwit."
The cream did its job on Mizore's wounds, the single strike across her back ran from her left shoulder to her right hip, She grabbed onto the Warlock's arm like a lifeline, once again ignoring how her bare breasts were on display.
"Come along now." The Senpai said as he gestured them to follow him back out, Keito and the others followed.
Once more the duo stood surrounded by the PSC members, this time though they were all cheering and clapping, Kuyo himself was clapping as they approached, "Well done very well done, both of you. You've gone through your punishment and come out of it stronger, for that I say well done."
"Now, as tradition dictates, when one breaks the rules of the school they are placed under PSC custody, but we like to do it differently. So for the next year you will be working with us to maintain order around the school, to this end I welcome you both to the Public Safety Comission." Two of the members approached with jackets, Mizore and Zac put them on with some trepidation as though the cloth itself would attack them.
The jackets were double breasts and a white interior and a black exterior, both had white arm bands with a golden symbol Zac was not familiar with on it.
The clapping picked up once more, "You may return to your dorm rooms, we all look forward to seeing you tomorrow." Kuyo said gesturing to the door that opened at the end of the hallway.
Zac turned on his heel and led the Yuki-Onna out with haste, wanting to be as far away from those cretins as possible, he could understand breaking the rules and being punished, but that was torture, not punishment.
The flesh may be healed but good god he'd be having nightmares about that for years.
Zachary walked Mizore back to her room, the pair were silent as they moved through the school, everyone who saw their uniforms gave them a wide berth.
When they reached the dorms Zac made sure Mizore go into her room the wave of cold air from the air conditioners inside hit him rather pleasantly, "Sleep well, Mizore."
"I didn't want out first day being friends to end like this." She said softly, holding herself.
"We've got plenty of time to make up for it, snowball. So just relax." He said with a smile, getting a flush out of her, "I'll see you tomorrow." Assured the blond as he left her room.
Mizore leaned into her door frame, watching him walk down the hall, "Thank you…" She whispered, the sting on her skin taking her back to that room, the suffocating grip, the oppressive atmosphere, the sight of all those people standing around as her friend was tortured for a minor offence.
The PSC, in its current state, was more akin to a cult than a group of rule enforcers.
Zac did not go to his dorm, instead he went to the office of the one man he needed to speak with above all others, instead of waiting to be let in he pushed the doors open and strode into the incense scented office.
"Headmaster, we need to talk." The Warlock said firmly.
Mikogami looked up from his crystal ball, and leant forward, gesturing to a chair, "Indeed we do, Mr. Waller."
Taking a seat the Australian began reciting everything that had occured, accepting full blame for the fight and it's start, saying "I know it was dumb but I guess I had my head up in the clouds and thought I was above reproach.'
Mikogami nodded, "I understand the blood runs hot in youth, please continue."
So he did, he told the Headmaster of all that had occurred under the gentle care of the PSC and the injustice of it all, how it seemed to operating with cult mentality instead of reasonable people doing reasonable things.
Mikogami's lips fell into a hard line, "I see…" He said softly, "It would seem the rumours around the School Police are just as harrowing as I assumed, though with actual proof we may act. Very well, Waller-san please leave this with me, go about your school life as normal."
"And tomorrow, sir? They expect us to show up." Zac prodded.
"Act as normal, do as they say. Any additional information you can collect for me will only give Kuyo more rope to hang himself with. Rest assured, within the week this will be dealt with." Tenmei said with a stern nod.
"Thank you for your time, Headmaster. But that's not all I wanted to speak with you about." Mikogami gestured the boy on but instead of answering immediately he pulled his catalyst off his belt and set it across his lap.
"I wanted to ask why you gave me a spellbook that seems to put me in hot water? Yukari Sendo informed me that summoning demons is a crime worthy of execution in her coven." Questioned the teen.
"Ah, I see." The Headmaster said with a slight chuckle, "Well I'll be frank with you, Zakari-kun. I gave you the Grimoire of Abaddon because of your initial question, 'How does one become a monster?'. The true knowledge of the grimoire is something far beyond simple race or class within monster society, it carries the innate power to uplift those who carry it."
"Simply put, you want to be a monster? This book will show you the way, but instead of taking a shortcut and being bitten or embraced by another race, you have to ease yourself into it. You have to earn the title on offer."
"And what is that, title, sir?" Zachary asked, leaning forward curiously.
"Abaddon was a mad genius, and carried the title of Fallen One. His skill in necromancy and manipulating the essence of existence itself was unparalleled, the tome had a fragment of himself and all of the pupils that studied under him for centuries, it calls itself Seeker." Mikogami explained, his crystal ball displayed the image of a black haired man.
He had four enormous black wings flowing behind him and long robes covered in strips of cloth and leather with various arcane scripts written along them, his eyes were a darker shade of red than the pits of hell themselves.
"So… was he the Fallen One because he was an angel or is that just a coincidence?" The youth questioned.
"There are a race of monsters that look quite similar to the biblical depiction of angels, with powers that negate and suppress other monsters, but not. They are nothing more than a unique race of creatures, though commonly referred to as Angels." Mikogami informed, chuckling at the young boys concerned expression.
"So what are they called?" Asked the teen.
"No one knows, they won't tell anyone." The Headmaster actually looked quite annoyed at that, "I suppose they're content to be called Angels, but it is rather inconsiderate of them to not share their name."
"Huh… well, alright then. So what you're telling me is that you gave me a path to follow, but ultimately it's up to me whether I follow it or not." Zac said, leaning back into his chair and crossing his arms.
"Just so, I look forward to seeing where this path leads you."
Dorms: Night
Zac threw his new jacket onto his desk and slid into the bathroom, turning on the shower he kicked off his shoes and slid out of his trousers, a pair of arms slid around his waist as he went to undress fully, looking in the mirror he saw Kurumu her eyes glued to his back.
"Who did this to you?" She asked, softly. So soft he barely heard her.
"It's what happened to me when I was taken in by Kuyo." Zac explained with a frown, "The upside is that I went to the Headmaster and he's gonna fix this up… my backs healed fully because of Seeker but, goddamn…" He got a full look at it as he turned to see it, ugly strips of whitened flesh ran up and down his back, it looked like someone had blasted open his back with a fucking cannon.
"I'll kill the fucker." Kurumu said with a hiss, "How-how dare he!" Zac grabbed her shoulders and forced her to look at him.
"Kurumu. It's being dealt with, okay? I promise I'm fine, can we please not talk about it at the moment..? I just wanna let it be for a bit." He asked, his words firm but his eyes filled with hesitation.
Kurumu cupped his cheeks and kissed him gently, "Whenever you're ready, I'll be there to listen." She promised, she grinned cheekily as she pulled away, a familiar sensation running up his thigh.
He looked down, yeeeup. The tail was out.
"How about I help… distract you?" She asked with a grin, dropping to her knees and taking his underwear with her.
His swelling friend down low slapped her in the chin and she greeted it with a sweet kiss, Zac looked at it for a moment as it flooded with blood and his heart raced, "Does it look bigger to you?" He asked, in a moment of clarity.
"Huh? Oh! We'll you'll be happy to know that when a Succubus mates with her destined one, she's not the only one who gets a bonus." She grinned, running her tongue along the underside, sending electricity up his spine.
"Ar-are you saying that us fucking makes my dick bigger?" He questioned, incredulous. What a weird ability. Not that he was complaining but… c'mon it had to be said that was weird.
"Not just that, but yes." She giggled and took it down to the hilt, the Warlock groaned in delight as the tight confines of her throat vibrated against his cock.
Kurumu's nose was buried in his groin, a look of bliss on her face, "Mmmm~!" The vibrations made it oh so delightful!
The Succubus had her legs opened as squatted and gobbled cock, her free hand assaulting her honeypot with reckless abandon.
A growl burned in the blond's throat, he stood back and with a pop his junk sprang free from containment, he grabbed his girlfriend by the throat and pulled her into a stand, "Did I say you could touch yourself?" He interrogated hoarsely.
Kurumu felt a tickle of ecstasy rush through her, "N-no Daddy, I'm a naughty girl." She said with an 'innocent' grin.
He turned off the shower with one hand and dragged her into his bed throwing her down he spun her roughly and grabbed her crotch, lifting her lower half so her face crashed against the bed, he did not miss the wiggle in her hips as she enticed him.
With a disgusted look on his face he slammed his palm into her plush buttcheek.
"Ahhn!~" Moaned the Succubus, her eyes glazing over as he struck her until her ass was ruby red.
Her pussy was gushing like a waterfall, her thighs soaked and shiny with delicious juices, but they would not be touching his tongue today, oh no.
"Look at this sluttty little pussy, already dripping wet? What kind of whore are you?" He sneered.
"I'm your whore, Daddy! Punish me!" She ached for him, she needed him.
He roughly spread her legs and lined himself up, in one slow, sensuous movement he slid into her core, the feeling of her walls welcoming him and squeezing tightly around his cock easily the most pleasant sensation his lower half experienced in all his years.
"Ahhn~ fuck me Daddy, fuck me like the bad little girl I am!" Crooned Kurumu, pushing against him and grinding herself on his scepter.
In another moment of clarity Zac had to think, 'My neighbours fucking hate me.' Though instead of remorse, a grin grew on his face, 'Good.'
Reaching over he grabbed a fistful of Kurumu's hair and pulled it, with the other hand he steadied himself against her hips and went to work, each thrust was blissful, as depraved as their words were their bodies synced up perfectly, making this roughhousing sex more akin to a dance.
Once more he turned her over, releasing her hair as he did, her glazed eyes locked onto his and her tail wrapped itself around his thigh, as though wanting yet another way to keep him in her, her legs locked firmly behind his back and so Zac's hand descended once more onto his loving girlfriends throat and he choked the shit out of her.
A massive grin grew on her lips as her face flushed red, both from the act itself and from the lack of air, he'd worked out the perfect hold shortly after fucking up the first couple, instead of pressing into her throat with his palm he squeezed the sides of her neck with his fingers, this way her breathing was restricted but she remained comfortable.
Quick fuck facts with Uncle Zac.
The rather hypnotic manner with which Kurumu's massive mammaries jiggled whenever either of them moved was a pretty great incentive to up the ante, so with that in mind Zac removed his hand from her throat, he idly noticed the drool running down the corner of her lips, grabbed her hips with both hands and just went into beast mode.
Now, as a previously normal dude, beast mode cannot be sustained for long and should only be used when extremely pent up/frustrated. So with that in mind he made it his goal to punch this bitch in the womb with his dick.
And womb-punch he did.
Through whatever Succubus power gave him that dick Zac was more than happy to receive, because the sensation of crashing against the cervix was something he thoroughly enjoyed.
Kurumu had entered the Ahegao stage at this point and didn't look ready to come down anytime soon.
He felt her walls tighten and a splash against his pelvis as she squirted and screamed for mercy, mercy would not come.
But he would.
Feeling his balls clench and writhe the Australian held it in for as long as he could, given this was only an extra ten or so seconds but the difference between holding and just firing off is noticeable, the ripple of pleasure ran through each muscle of his body as he unloaded into Kurumu, her back arched as her pelvis twitched so quickly it was basically vibrating.
Kurumu grabbed her crotch in an effort to soothe it, but with the ropes of cum being pushed into her, she was quite distracted.
Zac leaned into his love, giving a few, slower pumps as he emptied himself into her, "Gods, I love you." He said, falling onto the bed and propping himself up on his arms, Kurumu came down from her high and grabbed him, her fingers knotting into his hair, the love of a Succubus cannot be downplayed.
Every time they touched, Zac felt electrified, everytime she kissed him, his mind turned to mush, everytime she looked at him his heart would quicken, and every time they had sex it was like re-affirming what he already knew.
The cynical part of his brain said this was merely hormones, that nothing lasts forever, but the optimistic part shot the cynical part in the kneecaps so he could enjoy this moment, and every moment after it.
"C-ah… can we use the belt this time?" Kurumu asked, panting, even he could hear her heartbeat.
"Yes darling, we can use the belt." He assured with a grin, Kurumu nodded.
"Good, good… just gimme a sec', I can't feel my legs." The two began to laugh together, the air itself seemed to sparkle around them as they held one another.
Next Day: Homeroom
Having taking the night better than expected Zac treated himself that morning to something sweet.
Pussy.
Because if one thing got his mind off being moody and the horrors of torture, it was the love of his girlfriend.
'I suppose that's still to sink in properly… huh, 16 and already found someone who - says - will love me for a looong time.' He thought, a slight hop in his step, he walked arm in arm with his lovely lady who had a radiant smile on her face, and a very near visible glow to her.
He took his seat, the blue haired beauty parking herself in his lap, and sighed contently, sure yesterday he was tortured, and he'd probably have a mental breakdown not to long from now, but at the moment he'd do what all teenagers do and push that shit down and ignore it until it festered into an unhealthy complex that would haunt him in his thirties.
Like any healthy person.
"Yo, how you feelin'?" Saizou asked as he took his seat, noticing the expression on the Succubus he smirked, "That good, eh?"
"Yesterday was horrific last night was great though." Informed the Australian with a shrug, getting a sideways glance of confusion. "Don't worry about it."
"I'm assuming it has something to do with your new uniform." Saizou stated, rather than asked.
"Mhm." Was all the Warlock gave in return, Mizore entered the class, sporting her new jacket along with usual stockings and skirt combo, though he never noticed it before she had a holster of some kind on her upper thigh.
"Morning, Mizore." Zac greeted, warmly as possible, "How are you feeling today?"
"Better… I had some nightmares but, definitely better." She said softly, anyone could notice the bags under her eyes.
"Do you know when we're supposed to meet up?" Mizore asked, vaguely as possible to avoid other people being involved in her problems.
"Lunch I assume, if we're late they'll get us." Zac said with a shrug, the snow girl sighed and nodded, taking a seat.
"Anyone seen Moka this morning? She usually tracks me down for a nibble." Questioned the Warlock suddenly, noticing a distinct lack of pink in the room.
"No actually, which is weird because she's hard to miss." Saizou said with a frown.
"I'm gonna have to get up and be involved aren't I?" Muttered the Australian.
"No!" Snapped Kurumu, "You're going to sit down and not stick your nose into anyone else's business, okay?"
"Ah but-" She pressed her finger to his lips and looked at him, her eyes half lidded and she spoke gently.
"You keep to yourself mister, I don't need you getting hurt anymore okay?" She whispered.
"Kurumu-san please find your seat." Ms. Nekonome said sweetly, "Before I find it for you."
End of Chapter.
There you go you fucking degenerates, I gave you a lemon. Expect more.
As for the first part of the chapter, there are reasons. So if it feels like graphic violence for no reason, I actually wanted to have the PSC painted as a genuine problem to the school, instead of just a bunch of wankers with god complexes.
I feel like the whole, cult vibe gives it a much more sinister air.
As for the reaction to it, I felt it to be a very teen-me thing to do, avoid thinking about, distract yourself, cope in any way but the best way.
Raxychaz!
