A Saiyan's Prison Ride:
Chapter 4: The Prison Life Begins.
Following the conversation in the U.S.C room…
A silence settled in over the two as Hana and Gohan left the U.S.C's office. The bob-haired blonde quietly leading Gohan down the halls without so much as a word. The destination being the prison, which she had to show him, their newest 'member', before they brought the other five in for their sentence.
Speaking of the U.S.C's newest member… that was what the girl's thoughts currently centred around. "Man… I can't believe that just happened. Just what exactly is the president thinking?" Turning her head to the side slightly, she gave her company behind her a scrutinizing sideways glance. "Letting him be a part of the U.S.C? I thought we were supposed to put a stop to the boys disgusting, perverted actions and behaviour. Aren't we just inviting that in now by allowing him to join us?" Eyes narrowing, Hana's gaze became as sceptical as it did scathing. "I mean, I'm sure the president has a plan and all with this whole situation, but…" Her thoughts becoming clouded with a small bit of uncertainty, the blonde continued to stare sideways at the boy.
Perhaps choosing to stare a little too long, as Gohan had noticed her stare, and rose a brow at the look she was giving him.
"Do you really have to look at me like that?" Asked Gohan, feeling a little annoyed on the inside from the way she looked at him as though he were a lecherous pervert.
Though, If he was being as honest and fair as he could be, he could let her lack of trust and general distaste for him slide for now considering she didn't know him, and his fellow male students had decided whatever bridge may have been able to be built between them and herself along with the other girls was burnt to cinders before it could even be constructed.
Still though, he could tell just from that look alone she had already made up her mind and was lumping him in with the other guys for no good reason. He had made it very clear he had no interest in partaking in what they did, and would never even consider doing something as deplorable as their actions, or anything close to them for that matter. His mother had raised him better than that!
"Hmph!" Not even bothering to reply with words, Hana removed her gaze from him and pulled her head upwards in an almost snooty, and rather childish manner as they closed in on the entrance leading to the courtyard.
"You could've atleast said something instead of turning your nose up…" Thought the half-saiyan with a sweat drop.
As they walked out into the courtyard, Gohan could see a building off in the distance, in the centre of the courtyard surrounded by several trees and shrubs on either side. A building he recalled spotting when he first arrived here.
So that was what it was for… it was the prison itself. To be honest, it wasn't hard to see it being the place. What with the gated entrance and barred windows. As well as the foreboding and ominous aura that seemed to exude off of it the closer they got to it.
"This is the prison." Said Hana as they got close. Pretty much confirming what Gohan thought to be the obvious at this point.
Stepping up next to her, Gohan ran his gaze over the building, before walking around it as he inspected the whole thing. The Prison Block was indeed quite the large and ominous prison compound. Being at the centre of the wide and expansive main courtyard, cloaked by trees and shrubbery with a large iron gate in the archway. Despite this however, Gohan did notice some signs of worn down paint and chips in the outer walls, which gave an added grainy atmosphere to the already foreboding feeling the complex gave off.
"Man… I've only just seen it now and I'm already getting a bad vibe…" He thought morbidly, giving the place another once-over. Once again, he had to admit that in his personal opinion, this school having its own prison was bizarre enough, but adding in what it looked like and the sense of apprehension it seemingly brought with it, just made it even worse. "Looks like it hasn't been used in a while…" Gohan couldn't help but comment observantly.
"Of course it hasn't." Hana rolled her eyes, finally deciding to respond to him. "This was an all-girls school before the chairman made it co-ed. The only time we'd ever need to use it is to lock up perverts, and since you and the other pervs were only just recently allowed to attend, I doubt it has needed to be used much. Until now that is."
"I'm not a pervert, Hana-san." Replied Gohan, choosing to use a more formal and respectful suffix despite the clear lack of it in return from his acquaintance. turning to look at the young blonde, the half-saiyan let out a sigh. "Also, do you have to generalise like that? I mean sure, I get it, the guys who showed up with me are deviants, and I can get why you and the other girls would feel slighted at what they did, but just because they are like that, doesn't mean every other guy is. And it sure as hell doesn't mean I am."
Once again, Hana didn't reply verbally. This time, genuinely not knowing how to, as she could hear the sincerity in his voice. Choosing instead to eye him with an uncertain look on her face before looking away from him again. Content to just wait for her, or she guessed for now it was their fellow U.S.C members to show up with the prisoners.
Gohan let out another sigh as he too stood there to wait for the others to show up. A noticeable frown painted over his face. "I still can't believe the faculty would allow something like this to be built for a school. Talk about the school of hard knocks…" He continued to think to himself, still taken aback that they had such a system in place, and even more so at the structure itself. They certainly went all out to give it a strong feeling of dread the longer you looked at it. The bad feeling in his gut only getting worse. While he would reserve judgement for now, he couldn't help the nagging voice in the back of his mind telling him he wasn't going to like what he would be seeing over the course of their incarceration.
After about ten or so minutes of waiting, Gohan, along with Hana, noticed Mari walking toward the courtyard from the left-hand side of the area.
The beautiful, yet also elegant leader of the U.S.C, whom even Gohan had to admit held quite the air of authority and grace around her as she walked down to the area with her long, immaculately combed raven-black hair swishing behind her with each confident stride she took, noticed the two of them as well with her watchful eyes. Nodding to the two of them, she took a few steps towards them as she reached the entrance to the main school building, before she motioned them over to her.
Hana didn't hesitate to begin her trek over to her president, and neither did Gohan as he too made his way over almost side by side with the girl.
The three of them met in the middle, with Mari nodding approvingly at the two. Well, mainly it was at Hana, but since they were so close to each other it might as well have been directed to both of them.
Turning back around, Mari looked over as Meiko came over from the same direction as her. The voluptuous, grey haired girl stalked over authoritatively like Mari had with the other five boys in tow behind her, filed in a straight line with their heads bowed submissively, garbed in black and white striped prison garbs, and cuffed on both their ankles and wrists to one another. With the boys in tow like that though, the air she gave off was more like that of a prison warden ready to lay a beating on the inmates if they so much as even looked at them or anyone else the wrong way, rather than the leader of an influential group or party like what Mari's was.
And that was all in spite of the fact that her colossal K-cup breasts that were barely held in just over half-ways by the sides of her opened uniform were literally bobbling up and down with each step she took, giving off a fairly audible boing! sound every time. Sort of taking away from that presence a little since he could tell, even from here, that the other boys closer to her could definitely here it. Most of them discreetly… well, discreetly from their perspective anyway, checking out Meiko as they followed behind her, their eyes conveying how they couldn't wait to witness with their eyes what they could hear with their ears.
The only one not doing that being Kiyoshi, who's face looked riddled with shame over what they'd done, likely because he knew that at this point he'd thrown away any chance he could've had a decent high school life, as well as any chance he could've had with that girl named Chiyo.
Adding to the gloomy atmosphere around the situation, in Gohan's opinion, was the litany of girl students looking out through the windows of each floor of the school at the boys with disdain and disgust.
"Look, it's those peepers.", "Gross.", "What sickos.", "Disgusting." And "I wish they would die." Being some of the many derogatory things the girls were saying about them, from what Gohan could pick up by reading their lips.
Yeah, sufficed to say, they weren't going to be popular among the female student body anytime soon. Every face he could see showed nothing but contempt for them, reviled at their very presence. They only had themselves to blame for that one really.
Lining them up before Mari, just a few steps in front of her, Meiko made her way over to stand a step behind Mari on her right.
Being polite as he saw her approach, Gohan moved a little further to the right to give her the room she needed.
Narrowing her eyes slightly at the gesture, the buxom young woman none-the-less accepted the offer and got into place next to her president.
As she turned around though, she briefly caught the attention of each prison garbed boy, including Kiyoshi this time as her humongous, hopping hooters bobbed against each other when she turned. Ungodly amounts of creamy boob flesh mashing together before being ricocheting off each other to either side in quite the bouncy, yet arousing at the same time display to the boys watching, before settling down quick into a stagnant, yet perky looking state. Some were more aroused than others as Gakuto and Shingo could've sworn they saw a small bit of her areolas peak out of their confines for a fraction of a second.
And if that had been her areolas they'd glimpsed ever so briefly, then they were quite the bright shade of pink indeed! Almost as pink as their cheeks pigmentation turned alongside the other boys, excluding Gohan of course, at the closest thing to a Goddess in human skin that they'd ever seen in terms of appearance.
Gohan noticed their reaction, and couldn't help but sigh. Yep, they were acting exactly as he thought they would. Even Kiyoshi had just gone from looking regretful, to looking like a horny perv. The most that Gohan could give the boy was that he looked the least affected.
Of course, it didn't take long for them to be knocked out of this reverie, as Kiyoshi finally managed to notice Gohan standing by the U.S.C trio. The boy gaining a fiercely confused look on his face.
"Hang on a minute, Gohan what're you doing here?" Thought the boy, his thought being shared by the others as they too spotted the half-saiyan standing next to Meiko as they had somehow managed to stop their utterly blatant ogling of the tall, curvy lass's bouncy, extra-large melons.
Pulling out a folded up paper from her blazer's left pocket, Mari opened it up as the boys attention went straight to her in that moment.
Reading over it, she levelled her scrutinising gaze on the five boys, eyes holding nothing but pure disdain like the rest of the female populace. Seeing nothing but repugnant, less than human scum as she looked over each of them.
"For the vile crime of ignoring the human rights of your female victims, there is no room for clemency. As such, all five accused…" The girl paused for a second to point behind her at the small prison building behind them, her eyes never leaving the quintet of filthy perverts. "…are ordered to serve a sentence of one month in prison!"
Whatever amount of colour may have existed on the boys faces in that moment dissipated. Their sweating faces becoming exceedingly pale in the face of their punishment.
Partially satisfied on the inside by their facial expressions as it finally seemed to dawn on them just how much trouble they were in, Mari turned on her heel and motioned for everyone to follow her into the prison.
They all did so obediently, without so much as a word of defiance against her. Despite this, along with his feeling of impending doom as they got closer to the prison, Kiyoshi increased his pace to get close to Gohan. The boy's curiosity as to why he was there with the U.S.C girls getting the better of him. The half-saiyan noticing the teen's advance as he got up close. And despite the demi-saiyan's current distaste for his fellow boys for what they'd pulled, he couldn't help but be sympathetic towards Kiyoshi in spite of the guy's stupidity in following along with the others and their fools- errand, as he saw the scared and confused look in the eyes of his ghostly pale face.
"O-Oy! G-Gohan-san! What's going on here? Why are you with them? Please don't tell me you're in trouble too?" The boy whispered into Gohan's ear with urgency and concern.
"I'm not really in trouble per se… But I'll freely admit that I'm kinda in a… Unique sort of predicament…" Gohan replied back with his own whisper. On the inside, a little appreciative over the boy genuinely seeming to care what may be happening to him, regardless of what happened.
"What do you mean 'unique'?" Kiyoshi whispered back, now sounding even more curious. Not liking inwardly how Gohan was being vague with him. That wasn't a good sign in his book.
"You'll find out soon." The demi-saiyan replied, knowing that either one of the girls would let it be known what was going on, or they'd leave it to him after Mari was done talking to them.
Whilst Kiyoshi didn't appreciate Gohan's non-answers, He nodded his head anyway. Knowing that Gohan had yet to lie to him, and didn't seem like the type to string someone along.
As they all walked through the Iron gated doorway, with Meiko closing it behind them, and walked through the quite spacious building, each of the boys and Gohan looked around at the multiple jail cells, for lack of a better description. With their small, pasty white, dingy toilets, equally small sinks right next to them, and a very flat looking single bed right before each toilet in the rather cramped space that each room provided. Grey, lifeless walls surrounding them on almost all sides other than the front, where they were met with iron grating doors that seemed to add to the near claustrophobic feel that each tightly fit room was going for.
Off to one of the sides, they noticed what looked to be a small hallway as they walked up further which led to a bathing area of sorts, not that they could make out much of what it looked like from their current angle, but it probably wasn't anything special.
Finally, they seemed to come up to a square shaped room after walking through yet another iron grated doorway leading in, which had a rectangular shaped, near waist high table in the middle with five foldable steel chairs lined up under it from one end to the other, with a flat-screen television on the wall facing them on the other side of the room.
Nervously, the five boys went to the table and sat down on the chairs. From left to right, it was Kiyoshi, Shingo, Gakuto, Joe and Andre whilst Mari walked up in front of them, right before the tv, with Meiko standing by her left with her arms folded under her gigantic bosom, Gohan standing close to the buxom young woman on her left, and Hana standing off to Mari's right.
Seeing as everyone was here, Mari bared down with a cold gaze on the seated boys as she continued from where she left off. "Now that you're our prisoners, I will warn you upfront, you will offer absolute obedience to the Underground Student Council here. If even one of you breaks out, all of your detention periods will be extended by one month. A second escape will add three months, and a third will mean expulsion." The girl warned. Her tone dripping with blunt, close to indifferent honesty.
"Well, that isn't a surprise." Gohan thought to himself as he watched on. With all that had happened, that seemed fair enough… Wait, hang on a second… if they had their incarceration time increased, wouldn't that mean he'd be a member of the U.S.C for longer? He doubted they could expel him if the boys did enough to warrant their own expulsion, but Mari had been clear so long as they were imprisoned, he'd be a member and have to listen to her commands, so long as they didn't completely go off the rocker, so what did it mean for him if they were ousted from the institution? That was something he'd have to ask about for sure.
"That will be all. Any questions?" She asked cordially.
Gakuto grit his teeth, his lips forming into a fierce scowl, eyes set ablaze with indignation as he rose up from his seat, his hands planting themselves firmly on the table below him as he glowered at Mari. "You dare condemn us for violating human rights, then incarcerate us here for a whole month-"
Gohan's eyes widened in surprise, as did the other boys, when the wiry, bespectacled boy never got to finish his spiel, as Meiko suddenly pulled out a whip from below her waist and struck him across his left cheek. The force of the blow being enough to snap the boy's head all the way to the side with a sickening thud, the side of his face that was struck rippling from the strike, spittle mixed with blood flying out of his opened mouth, his left hand flying up to his cheek as an expression of shock and pain plastered on to his face in almost comical fashion.
"Refrain from speaking unless spoken too." Meiko cut in coldly, her gaze behind her oval-shaped glasses sharp and cruel.
"What the hell was that!?" Screamed Gohan in his mind. Disbelief written all over his stunned looking face. His eyes switching between looking at Gakuto, who's head was bowed down to the table, sitting back in his chair, hand holding the side of his face that was struck tenderly as he whimpered like a puppy that had just been kicked, and Meiko, who stood there stoically with the whip still in hand, tapping into her other hand with less than wholesome intentions in mind.
Talk about completely uncalled for! While Gohan may have his own distaste for the boy, and kind of disliked him if he was being truthful, there were better ways to get him to quiet down other than… that!
And while he was on that, why in the world was she carrying a whip to begin with?
"What about our classes?" Shingo managed to wring out despite his shock. His mouth still open, a stunned look still purveying on his increasingly sweating face.
"There's no problem, you will take your classes through this monitor." Meiko replied, before Mari handed her a remote to her free hand which she brought up over her shoulder as she clicked a button to turn the television on. What looked to be a lecture in progress, or one that was pre-recorded beginning to play on screen.
This didn't satisfy Shingo one bit, as he stood up abruptly, similar to how Gakuto had done, albeit less rudely after seeing what happened to him for that. "I know! I'll have my parents appeal to the board of education over this!" The boy declared with a small bit of confidence, a part of him thinking that if he could get in contact with his parents, they could sort out this messy situation.
If there was ever a time Gohan felt like face-palming after hearing something stupid, it would've been now. "That's a terrible idea, Shingo."
The heads of all five boys turned at Gohan's voice, as the boy decided to speak for the first time since coming in here. Gohan's eyes firmly on Shingo with a ferociously disapproving gaze at his idea.
"Huh? Wait why?" The punkish looking boy questioned nervously, pushing aside his wonderment on why Gohan was even here in place of finding out why Gohan opposed such an idea.
Mari, along with Meiko and Hana gave Gohan a sideways glance as Shingo asked this question. The three of them being able to see that he knew why that was unviable.
"Because Shingo, if you did that, you'd have to explain why they were punishing you like this in the first place. Something that would in any other situation get you instantly expelled and barred from the premises? Do you really think it's going to go over well with your parents when they find out what you did? Much less the board of education?" Gohan explained, causing the collective faces of the other boys to pale over even further as it dawned on them just how catastrophic it would be if they told their parents, or the board what they did.
Forget just expulsion. Something like this could follow them for the rest of their lives if they let it get out!
"Quite right, Gohan-san." Mari remarked candidly in agreement, as she brought her gaze back to the other five boys. "Of course, if you boys still feel like making that call, you're free to do so." She continued, bringing out a black case-covered, flat-screen phone and gently placing it on the table. "The choice is up to you." Lightly inching the mobile device towards them, her narrowed, calculating eyes almost daring them to try, and see what happens for themselves as she bent over at a slight angle over the table. Her hand's fingers lightly touching off the surface of the phone in front of her, as her cold blue eyes bared down on them as if she was looking down at rodents. Piercing right into their very souls. "Expulsion… or behaving yourselves in here for a single month."
Shingo sat back down at this, a defeated expression on his face as he looked away from Mari's soul-piercing stare, resigning himself to the fact that resistance was futile. It was either this, or complete expulsion, followed by their actions likely haunting them wherever they went for the rest of their lives…
The sight of the punkish boy backing down, looking ready to squirm in his seat along with the others, was almost enough to bring a small smirk of satisfaction to Mari. ALMOST, but she controlled her expression masterfully before it could happen.
"U-uhm, excuse me…" Mari churned her head to the side as Kiyoshi spoke up nervously, beads of sweat pouring out and down his temples further as her gaze was on him. "If it's not too much trouble, can I ask why Gohan-san is here?" He muttered timidly, though everyone still heard him just fine none the less, as he looked over to the demi-saiyan. Despite the deep amount of shit he and the others were in, he needed to know why they'd brought Gohan as well.
The other boys seemed to silently agree, as they too looked over at Gohan expectantly. As did Meiko and Hana for a split second before Mari cut in, grabbing everyone's attention back. "Why is he here, you ask? Simple. He's, for the rest of your time incarcerated, a member of the Underground Student Council." She stated with blunt precision.
To say that this revelation floored the five inmates, would be a major understatement. Their jaws became unhinged and practically slammed on to the desk below. Their eyes, which had become like saucers, were staring at both Mari and Gohan, mainly the half-saiyan of course, completely shell-shocked!
Kiyoshi barely managed to raise a quivering hand and point between Gohan and Mari. His voice failing him along with his brain as no words surfaced from his mouth. Just unintelligible sounds.
"Yeah… they aren't taking that very well…" Thought Gohan with a sweat-drop. To be fair though, he hadn't taken his present position the best either, as he'd essentially been strong armed into it with his only other option being that of a prisoner like them. Which he'd be damned if he let happen.
Though it never showed on her face, Gohan could tell from her body language alone that Mari was far from pleased with the current set-up too. She may have thought she was hiding it well, but it was clear to the perceptive youth that she would much prefer for him to be incarcerated too.
Gohan may have only known her for less than an hour, but he could tell already that she had some serious issues, as did Meiko and Hana, who were clearly fully on board with what she was doing.
For the love of god… just what had he gotten himself into?
Later that day… outside of the prison complex… after school hours…
"You will now be put to work. Use those materials to erect a barricade around the prison within three days." Commanded Meiko, her back facing the prison behind her as she stood straight on her heels. Seeming to tower over the five boys with an aura of authority. Referring to the stack of body sized wooden pikes and roles of barbed wire off to the side, a small distance from the five boys lined up from side to side in front of her.
Gohan stood just over near the materials, alternating his gaze between looking at the materials, and at Meiko and the boys, whom he had yet to speak to following the discussion of their sentence in the prison. Having been given his first order by Mari earlier to assist Meiko in whatever she needed. As, as it would turn out, Mari had in fact made her a kind of de-facto warden of the prison, and he for the time being, her helper. With the president herself, and Hana, looking on from the U.S.C room.
Gakuto, who stood on the far right, looked over for a moment at the materials, rather barbaric looking if he was to be brutally honest, with a frown. This was not how he wanted to spend his evening. This was typically the time he reserved for his browsing of history, as well as fiction pertaining to the Three Kingdoms! Turning his head back over to the voluptuous woman, his hands opened up with fingers curled, and his knees bent with an indignant look on his face.
"After school time for yours truly is set aside for study of the three kingdoms!" He remarked passionately. His eyes looking somewhat rebellious.
Less than a second following his remark, Meiko brought her arm up and swung it in an arc. The whip held in its hand crashing into the side of the bespectacled boy's face yet again with near bone rattling force, knocking him to the ground flat on his back. The action causing her volley ball sized bazookas to bounce from side to side. Creamy boob flesh slapping against one another, settling into a series of violent jiggles as she rose her left leg up and brought her stilettoed foot down on his face. The leg bent at a ninety degree angle as she propped her foot on his face, bringing up the front side hem of her skirt with it as she bent her upper body over a good bit, propping the elbow of the arm that held her whip on to her knee as she looked down disdainfully at him. The stiletto's heel grinding into his cheek as she rubbed it in mercilessly, bringing extra pain to the face of the boy as he managed to look up at her.
Right as he did, despite the pain in his face as she continued to grind her stiletto into his cheek, any protest his mind may have made at the rough treatment evaporated instantly. For as his managed to budge his head sideways to look up at the girl, eyes trailing up her curvy form, he realised he had a great view up Meiko's miniskirt…
"Do not speak without my permission." Her head turned to the side, to look over at the other four prisoners with the same disdain she held for the one under her boot. "The rest of you also understand that if you do not obey me, you will be taught a similar lesson?"
Kiyoshi, Shingo, Joe, and Andre just stood there staring over at the girl's brutal way of getting her point across with open mouths.
Jesus… this bitch was hardcore!
Gohan on the other hand, just shook his head at that little display of power she was showing over them. He could actually understand that time why she'd struck Gakuto, as the boy looked about ready to say screw this and go read about the Three Kingdoms of ancient China instead of doing his work for the day. But, on the other hand, stepping on his face like that after striking him that hard was less of punishing him for disobedience, and more like flexing her authority over them.
Something like that may have gotten Gohan to feel a little empathetic for the boy… but then he saw the look on his face. It wasn't one of pain, it was yet another lecherous look with his eyes almost glazed over with lust that reminded him of the turtle hermit, and Gohan only had to focus on where exactly the boy was looking to figure out why. Leading him to see a thin purple fabric underneath Meiko's fairly raised up skirt that Gakuto's gaze was locked on to before he closed his eyes disappointingly and brought his hand up to facepalm.
Feeling a tightening sensation in his prison pants groin region and his body heat up at the deliciously arousing sight of a super thin, purple string thong… worn tight as fuck around her crotch region. Barely concealing the girl's pink lips behind it, a small bit of camel-toe peeking through the very thin, tight-fitting fabric. The rest of the garment riding up to and through her ass, which was the only thing his view now couldn't see, which was a shame as he knew from watching some kinky porn back home that that sexy garment would be wedged in between her butt cheeks, leaving those wonderful buttocks exposed!
Gakuto had never been this close to a girl's panties before! Much less ones that were as thin, tight, and downright lascivious as hers! Fuck the Three Kingdoms… That was boring tripe compared to having a perfect opportunity at roaming his eyes all over this drop dead sexy warden!
"Hopeless… just hopeless…" Groaned Gohan under his breath, low enough so only he could hear.
Following that, the five boys got to work without complaint. Obeying the insanely well-endowed warden as they began picking up some of the pikes with a decent amount of effort, choosing to attach the barbed wire on it after they had stuck in the first few pikes.
"Oi, Gohan." Said boy opened his eyes and brought his hand away from his face as he looked over to the person who'd called his name, a little rudely he might add, which was none other than Meiko herself. The girl having turned towards his direction and was walking over to him. Oddly enough, there was a sway to her hips as she did, her chest being puffed up, causing her seismic honkers to bounce around, bobbing against each other with thrice the enthusiasm and intensity than they normally did when she moved around. At the same time, the odd sway of her hips as she walked over made the hems of her miniskirt flutter around, allowing for a good number of glimpses underneath it at the sultry purple thong wrapped over her lady parts snuggly. A sight which would've had the other five boys drooling hungrily, but only managed to get an odd glance from Gohan, briefly wondering why she was walking like that, before he dismissed it entirely.
"Yeah, what is it, Meiko-san?" He replied questioningly, addressing the young woman politely whilst looking her dead in the eye.
Her gaze levelled on him as she stopped in front of the boy, barely a step away from him, folding her arms underneath her chest in a way that brought her breasts closer together, squishing into themselves a bit whilst also getting her soft mountains of flesh to be pushed up further simultaneously in a way that was erotically pleasing to virtually any straight man's eyes. Her face set into an indifferent mask as she addressed him. "For now, just stand back and watch. I'll call on you when I need something."
"Uhh, okay?" Just what exactly was she playing at? What was the point in having him just stand there to watch?
The girl narrowed her eyes, nodding her head lightly before turning on her heel and walking away from the demi-saiyan. A deep frown settling on her lips as her eyes looked forward with a hint of annoyance. "Tch, he's gonna be tougher than expected. That little show of mine only got a glance from him, before he ignored it all together. Looks like if I'm going to expose him for what he truly is, I'll need to try a little harder. Think of some other ways to crack his little façade, since he won't fall for the normal stuff, I'll have to get more creative. I can't afford to let Mari down, after all." The girl thought to herself, a small smile gracing her face for a hot minute at the thought of pleasing her dearest friend, before she schooled her features back into her usual stone faced expression as she went back over to monitor her prisoners.
Over the course of several hours, leading into late evening where the setting sun gave the somewhat cloudy sky an orange tint, Meiko didn't let them rest for even a second. Working them to the bone, to the point where their muscles were beyond tired, and ready to tear at any moment.
As for Gohan, he just stood back and watched them work, obeying the buxom prison warden simply telling him to stand by, and nothing else for the most. Spectating on as the boys built the barbed wire barricade, which was already beginning to take shape around the prison courtyard, effectively cutting them off from the rest of the school.
The only time he wasn't doing that, was about an hour ago when Meiko had had him fetch a kettle filled with water from the prison complex to quench some thirst. That was about it.
From his perspective, everything seemed to be going relatively ok. The boys were working on diligently, doing a decent job he might add, and their first day of work would be over soon.
Of course, that got ruined the moment Shingo spotted the pot of water just sitting on the ground a ways away from him.
Sufficed to say, the boy couldn't help himself. He was tired, sweaty, and above all else, thirsty, after all the work he'd put in.
One little taste couldn't hurt, right?
Less than ten seconds later, the heads of the other boys turned after they put yet another pike into the ground, as the sound of a whip could be heard smacking harshly against flesh.
They were met with the sight of Shingo hunched over on his knees and elbows, one hand clutching the other with an open mouthed look of pain on his now scroungy face, after the all the manual labour he'd done. The pot of water knocked on its side mere inches from his face. Its contents streaming out of it.
"Who said you could drink any water without asking?" Questioned Meiko coldly, standing over him just a foot away.
"I'm sorry, I forgot to ask permission." Shingo apologised, as he attempted to push himself off his elbows, and rise up on his knees as he looked up to the whip holding girl.
"If you can't learn when told, you'll have to learn the hard way!" She exclaimed in aggravation, stepping on the small of his back with the heel of her stiletto on her right foot, pinning him down in a kneeled bowing position as she started lashing him over his lower back and ass repeatedly, with one vicious, resounding smack after another.
"Hey, that's going too far, no matter what he's done." Commented Kiyoshi, taking exception with Meiko's unjust beating of his friend for something as small as not asking for permission to take a sip of water. I mean come on, this was crossing a line. He was pretty sure that the infamous Alcatraz prison treated their prisoners, regardless of who or what they did, with more dignity than this!
Gohan, who watched on as Andre placed his hands on Kiyoshi's shoulders to stop him, agreed with the boy's sentiment one hundred percent. At best, you could argue he deserved a slap on the wrist for taking the pot of water without asking. Not a full on ass whooping, which Meiko was doling out.
Meiko noticed they had stopped working, of course, and didn't take too kindly to them just staring at her. "Get back to work!" She barked, pointing her whipping stick at them menacingly. Taking her foot off Shingo's back, and unintentionally giving him a peak of his own up her miniskirt at her tight thong, this time from the back as the super thin fabric rode up and practically disappeared into the crack of her ass. Being swallowed up by two very round, plump butt cheeks. Wedged deep within their chasm.
It was then that Joe started coughing violently, hacking up blood, which prompted Meiko to ask what was wrong with him. Not in any caring way mind you, more of in a 'What the hell is wrong with this idiot?' kind of way.
Gakuto backed Joe up by replying that he had a weak constitution, something that Meiko rolled her eyes at, before looking down on him without any sympathy. Tapping her whipping stick over her opened hand, getting her large K-cups to jiggle with each tap. "Our enquires say that this boy has extreme canker sores."
Joe wasn't given any warning as she hooked her fingers under his prison garb's collar, and hoisted him up unceremoniously. Bringing his feet off the ground with little effort in an impressive show of strength for someone who didn't use ki. Her gaze boring a hole in his head. "What else is wrong with you? Tell me, huh?"
"Fuck." Joe cursed right in her face.
"it sounds like the only thing wrong with you is your mouth!" Her voice rose up an extra octave, sounding genuinely pissed at his insolence as she brought her trusted whipping stick him and battered him over the side of his, sending the boy spinning off from the force of it onto the ground, flat on his back with a pained groan.
She pointed her weapon to the downed, even as Andre had had enough of seeing his friend suffer, and got on top of him protectively. Shielding him with his own massive body.
An act which reminded Gohan to a degree of when Piccolo had shielded him with his own body against Nappa's ki blast, and whether Andre knew it or not, granted him a small lick of respect from the half-saiyan for such a selfless act.
An act which Meiko dismissed scornfully with prejudice, seeing it as nothing more than a low life deviant pretending like he and the other scum on the ground were actually friends, before quite literally spitting on Andre's face like a piece of trash.
A major scowl formed on Gohan's already frowning face, his eyes narrowing dangerously. Now, he was genuinely getting mad. This had gone on long enough. Forget punishing them when necessary, this was just way too over the top!
Making his way forward, Gohan's scowl only deepened further at what he saw next.
"Interesting. Hey fatty, thanks to you, my boots are dirty." Meiko remarked bemusedly, bending her knee as she brought her right boot up and pressed it against his cheek after seeing the boy lick said cheek she'd spat on after comforting Joe, who'd just expressed concern over what he was doing by shielding him from her wrath.
This ended up giving the frail boy a perfect peek up her miniskirt too, flashing him that amazing thong she was wearing like Shingo and Gakuto previously from up close. Either without realising or without caring if he saw or not.
Andre looked over at the heel pressing into his cheek, and how she twisted it in for no other reason than to cause him more pain, as she commanded him to do something that stunned Kiyoshi and the others, their eyes widening, and their mouths falling open in shock. "Lick them clean."
Andre seemed the most taken aback by such a command. Simply kneeling there looking at said boot, not knowing how to respond to such an order.
"What's wrong? If you can't do that, then get back to work." Was her brazen, callous words as the boy knelt there frozen. Her words got through to him though, as the boy's tongue poked out of his lips and he slowly, shakily brought it closer to the girl's boot.
"Okay, now this beyond ridiculous. I have to stop this!" Kiyoshi thought to himself, taking a step forward only to feel a hand on his shoulder, making him crane his neck to look at the one who'd stopped him this time. Said person being Gohan, who made him freeze as he saw the look on his eyes.
"Gohan-san…" It was hard for the boy to put into words what exactly he saw in Gohan's eyes. He had never seen someone give another person such a dead-eyed serious stare before…
"That's enough, Meiko-san." The boy said, catching the girl's attention as he rested his hand on her shoulder.
Craning her neck to look back at him, her eyes narrowed dangerously. Glaring at him for interrupting her. "Excuse me?"
Gohan's eyes just glared right back, not at all liking the look in her eyes. Hidden behind her clear disdain, he could see it, the sadistic pleasure she was taking in this, no matter how she tried to hide it. "Don't play dumb. What you're doing here is absurd. I was willing to let the whipping thing go, as that being how you administer your physical punishment if they misbehave, but not this. This is just cruel and unnecessary." Though he sounded calm on the outside, he was bristling on the inside.
"Watch your tone, Gohan. This is-"
"This is what, Meiko? Go ahead and tell me what this is!" Gohan half shouted, cutting her off, and getting the girl to flinch back in surprise. "Because this sure as hell doesn't look like a just punishment. So tell me, what in the hell does making him lick your boot like some kind of dog accomplish?"
The grip on her whip stick tightened as her glare increased. This boy…
"G-Gohan-san! I-It's alright! I-I don't mind it, really…" Andre pleaded, speaking out to the boy for the first time since they had hatched their plan for peeping.
Gohan completely ignored his plea, instead meeting Meiko's intensifying glare with an unyielding gaze, as his grip on her shoulder tightened. "Go ahead, I'm waiting. Let me hear your reason for this. Or, are you going to admit that this has nothing to with punishment or discipline? Because it looks to me like you're just doing this for kicks. Getting some sort of sick pleasure out of watching him degrade himself like this."
It looked like he'd struck a nerve there, as Meiko looked about ready to castrate him as she shrugged his hand off her shoulder and pulled her foot away from the fat boy. "That's enough work for today." She spat out, almost through grit teeth, no longer in the mood to put the boys to work. Her mountainous flesh globes wobbling frantically beneath her opened uniform as she turned and walked away. Her whip stick close to cracking from the amount of pressure her hand was putting on it as she squeezed it in a death grip.
How dare he! Doing that just for kicks!? To gain some sort of sick pleasure? He didn't know what he was talking about! She'd show him… her pride wouldn't allow her to take such inflammatory statements against her character lying down.
"Just you wait, Son Gohan. Your time will come. Sooner or later I'll get you to slip up and expose your true nature to me, and once you do…" Meiko's thoughts paused, as a small, unsettling smile graced her features. "I'll be sure to have you locked away nice and tight, and administer to you some extra harsh punishment personally…" She finished thinking to herself rather darkly as she stalked off. Ignoring the odd warmth she could feel in her core at the prospect of that happening.
Gohan also just walked off, heading towards his room.
He passed right by Kiyoshi again, the boy giving him a thankful nod, which he returned. The look in Kiyoshi's eyes telling him he could see that scene was just as absurd as he did.
Perhaps, maybe this would finally be the kick in the ass these guys needed to quell their perversion. After all, there was no way a scene like that hadn't triggered something in them to change, so they wouldn't have to deal with her abusing them like that again…
The next day… After school hours…
"Why did I bother getting my hopes up?" Thought Gohan in dismay, his face in his right hand as he watched Kiyoshi get knocked on to his back by Meiko after he was slower than yesterday in building the barricade, before she squatted down close to his pelvis, giving him a perfect view of her snug looking, purple thong beneath her criminally short miniskirt and jabbed her whipping stick into his face, which made those humongous hooters of hers jiggle excitedly from the motion. Two sights which were highly arousing to the young boy.
"You think you're going to be finished with your work by tomorrow at this rate?" Twisting her whipping stick, she grinded the bud into the ridge of his nose, something which Kiyoshi certainly found quite painful, as blood began to leak down from his nostrils.
But he didn't care, as such an action caused her massive right globe to wiggle up and down with her twisting motion, all the while he could see some honest to god camel-toe peeking through her thong! He couldn't stop himself from blushing profusely at such an invigorating sight!
Last night, Kiyoshi had been left speechless as the guys had admonished him for his behaviour, with Andre even telling him to avoid him after he sided with Gohan stopping her from making him lick her boot. He had thought them to be the absolute worst at the time… but now? He knew where they were coming from! This was incredible! "Damn it. I won't bow to your violence!" He responded passionately, though his words were hollow. As in truth, he had already bowed to it, and in his mind, it was worth it.
The other boys then joined in, vying for her attention. All coming up with an excuse for her to punish them, which she did by striking them left and right with her whipping stick. All five of them enjoying this way more then it hurt them, as each strike set her huge volley ball sized tits into a frenzy! Knocking against one another like a pair of soft balls on opposing sides of a pendulum swinging down into each other. Her expansive, overflowing boob flesh rattling, ripples forming for the briefest of seconds on the sides of them as they rocked against one another.
All the while, her puny miniskirt danced upwards in the soft winds around her waist almost constantly with each blow she delivered to them, giving everyone around her, this included Gohan, who was the only one who didn't care, a fine, long stare at her thong yet again, barely covering her womanhood, and riding through the creek of her plush, round booty.
"I was too optimistic. These guys are actually worse than Roshi. I didn't even think that was possible!" Gohan mumbled to himself.
And to think, he had stood up for Andre yesterday for being treated like he was some sort of k-9. Imagine Gohan's surprise when it turned out the boy apparently wanted to be treated that way by her, if his ravings about her allowing him to lick her boots while she whipped him were any indication.
Just his luck. The guy he'd helped avoid being humiliated the other day, "Boots! Please let me lick your boots! Please, let me lick them while you whip me!" turned to be a goddamn masochist… What the actual fuck…?
He had no words… he honestly hadn't a word to utter… These guys… He couldn't believe it, but the more he watched them purposefully degrade themselves like this, just for some of her attention, and to see her womanly assets bounce around, or her covered private parts under that skirt of hers… the more he was regretting his decision to take a stand against Meiko treating them like trash the other day.
He couldn't feel a lick of sympathy for them right now, seeing them like this. Acting like such lewd idiots. Nor could he feel aggravated by Meiko's physical abuse on them, because at the moment it was fully justified with how they were behaving!
Quite frankly, the more he saw of this atrocious display from them, the more a small, darker side of him agreed with Meiko's sentiment that they were, indeed, trash.
Of course, he'd be damned if he admitted that now, as there was the other part of him, which was much bigger than the first one, that still saw them as human beings, and inwardly still disliked the over the top, brutal treatment they received. Even if they personally did enjoy, and accepted it whole heartedly. This good part of him wanted to see the boys, or at the very least Kiyoshi wake the hell up, and get out of this perverse mindset they were in, and was still willing to give them a chance.
Though, he wasn't the only one thinking about the boys deplorable behaviour, as Mari looked on over the outstretch of the prison courtyard, through the window of the U.S.C's clubroom. A look of disgust painted on her frowning face as she watched the downright pitiful display.
"It looks like the vice-presidents actions have backfired." She commented to herself observantly with a sigh, noting to herself how the day had become a disaster with the boys reaction.
She would've hoped that they'd have the decency to be cowed by her, but instead, they were revelling in her presence. Revelling in the way she punished them, and how there pathetic, degenerate eyes were able to rake over her body. Sufficed to say, her already rock bottom opinion of them fell through the floor. They truly did deserve to be locked up… and hopefully she'd get her way soon enough, and they'd be out of this school permanently. There presence alone by now was enough to make her want to puke.
Her gaze then briefly fluttered over to the half-saiyan watching on from a safe distance, looking sickened by the other boys. For a second, she found herself feeling a small bit of sympathy for him, before her mind quickly rationalised that he was just like the others too, despite his denial, and was just hiding it to save face.
Turning towards the only other person in the room, who was seated on the sofa sipping her tea, she came to a decision.
It was time she sent in Hana…
The following day…
The boys had been lined up to start, just like the previous two days before Meiko, with Gohan standing behind her. With the only difference being they were closer to the prison now, within the thick foliage of the trees surrounding the complex. With a round table, that had two chairs on either side, and a few cups alongside a pot full of herbal tea that Hana had brewed behind them. The barricade itself essentially fully built by this point. Circling around the perimeter of the complex and it's courtyard.
Looking off to the side at the smiling bob-haired blond as Meiko introduced her, the girl now joining them down here with the inmates, he shook his head at the boys comments about how cute she was when she politely introduced herself.
Those guys really were blinded by their hormones… He'd interacted enough with her himself to know she had her own issues.
What confused him was her shift in attitude. With her being all smiles as she told them to go and look for a ton of four leaf clovers, press, and put them in book marks, and sell them at a booth so they could donate the money to underprivileged children.
"Well, this is a part of her personality I wasn't expecting…" Thought Gohan, noting through the way she spoke, and her body language that she wasn't lying. Nor were her cutesy, almost innocent mannerisms she was showing, especially as she started rocking her upper body from side to side with a four leaf clover between her two pressed together hands, as she sang a small little tune.
Even he had to admit she looked pretty cute doing this, but he was no fool. If Mari had sent her down to help out Meiko, then there wasn't a doubt in his mind she was just as capable of a violent outburst as the voluptuous warden herself.
He was proven correct about this only a couple of minutes later, as the boys suddenly stopped searching and looked out through the forest. Being curious, though he had an idea of what captured their attention given the looks that were on their faces, he got closer so he could look through the trees… and his face immediately set into a deadpan as Hana came up next to him and interrupted their conversation, which he'd tuned out.
Beyond the trees, out not too far into the distance, were a plethora of girls currently partaking in running over the track wearing various form fitting sports bras and speedos of varying colours, with some bending in clearly erotic ways to stretch out their bones, without knowing they'd just been ogled, particularly one girl who Shingo was still ogling hard at, with short, shoulder length dark hair, bending her body from the waist up all the way down to where she was perfectly parallel to the ground. Her ass quite literally sticking out with emphasis. Both plump cheeks looking like they were squeezing the part of the speedo wedged between them like a vice.
"You know what? I'm not even surprised at this point." He thought to himself, before turning his attention back to the others.
"Ah, yes, yes. We're working very hard." Shingo casually stated very inaccurately, to anyone with a working pair of eyes.
"Huh?" Within an instant, Hana's face switched from the cutesy, smiling look she had going, to a black shade cascading over her features, with a death stare to accompany it.
"You only say 'yes' once, you third-rate worm!" She exclaimed angrily, as she brought her leg up and dropped her heel down with skull rending force on top of Shingo's head, causing the boy's eyes to bug out comically in shock and pain, before he tipped over and fell to the ground rattling profusely like a bowling pin. Momentarily paralysed by the sudden shot to his cranium.
"Knew it…" Thought Gohan, face still set in a deadpan.
"Oh, I almost forgot to mention this, but Hana is within the top four best karate masters in the inter-high school karate championships." Commented Meiko.
Top four karate master's huh? Not bad. It was just a shame those skills were being wasted on something like this.
The other boys stood stock still, floored yet again by what they'd just seen, which only gave Hana the excuse to beat the crap out of them as well.
One thing Gohan did take note of though, as she started nailing them with punches and kicks, was that the boys didn't look aroused anymore. No, they just looked to be in pain and fear of her, which momentarily confused Gohan for their sudden change in behaviour.
That was until he heard one of them mumble about her wearing leggings, and wasn't really showing any skin, that he recognised why, which made him facepalm yet again.
They couldn't derive any pleasure from looking at exposed, or barely clothed parts of her body like they did with Meiko, because she was fully covered up.
Once more, a reminder of how they thought with their dicks more than with their brains. Way more, in fact… to a very unhealthy degree…
Now he really couldn't tell which was worse, the prison itself and the treatment the prisoners were getting… or the prisoners themselves, and their deplorable conduct.
"Now, go look again, Okay?" Her cutesy smile back on, she brought her palms together near her chest in a manner one would associate with someone asking nicely. All while her words still came out with the underlining threat of 'or else'.
The boys quickly got the message, and scrambled off deeper into the forest. All while Meiko sat down on one side of the table, casually swinging one of her luscious legs over the other as she picked up a cup and poured herself some tea.
Gohan also started walking off into the forest, which didn't go unnoticed by Meiko or Hana.
"And just where are you going?" The busty, grey haired girl questioned with a raised brow. Stopping him in his tracks for a second.
"Just taking a walk. I'll be back in a bit. That okay with you?" He asked as politely as he could, tilting his head to the side to look at her. Even though he honestly didn't care if she was okay with it or not.
"Hmph! Do what you will. Just be sure you're not gone too long." She turned her head away, giving him a dismissive wave of her hand as she brought her cup of tea up to her lips. Inwardly still thinking up ways to expose him for the cretin she believed was lurking underneath.
Rolling his eyes, the boy wandered off into the forest. Not really paying much mind to where he was heading. Just simply using this time to himself, getting away from the lunacy surrounding him.
After a couple minutes of walking, he came to a stop close to one of the plethora of trees and let another sigh escape his lips.
Jeez… if he had known this was what awaited him when he came to stay and learn at Hachimitsu, he would've gotten his mom to send him to another high school. One that was a bit more sane than this one.
Why did his mom think it was a good idea to send him to this boarding school again?
Oh yeah, because of its incredibly high reputation, which would guarantee upon graduating from here that far more options would be open for him when it came colleges and universities in the future.
Well… that and meeting some girls, of which one would help him give her grandbabies…
Yeah… that definitely wasn't happening as far as he could see. Even if he wanted to do that, there was rules against sexual relations, or pretty much any boy and girl relationship in general thanks to the U.S.C, and the only girls he was on a first name basis with, were the members of the U.S.C, and he'd hardly call their relationship 'friendly'.
Moreover, his relationship with the other boys hadn't started out the best, and had only plummeted downhill since. With his opinion on each of them, barring maybe Kiyoshi who he felt a little bit more hopeful for still, having hit bottom of the barrel.
He honestly wanted to believe that this was a dream, and he was about to wake up in the morning at home, and be sent off to a version of Hachimitsu that didn't have a prison, didn't have a U.S.C, and had versions of Kiyoshi and company there that he could be good friends with that weren't extreme perverts.
No such luck there. This was reality, and that was a pipe dream. He'd just have to work with the hand that he was dealt and get through this.
He'd been through much worse after all… he could handle this.
With that final thought out of the way, and after being rooted in place within his thoughts for a good five minutes, Gohan turned around and began to make his way back.
However, as he walked back, the boy had to stop and blink in confusion as he saw Kiyoshi up in a tree a few feet ahead of him, coiled up on a high branch next to one of the school's windows for some reason.
What made the half-saiyan even more curious, was the comically frightened look on his face. With his fiercely blushing cheeks scrunched up, his eyes as wide as saucers, lips pursed out like he'd swallowed something sour, and nervous sweat pouring down his temples.
The guy looked about ready to shit to himself.
The boy's gaze seemed to alternating between looking at something over on the other side of the tree he was clinging to like a sloth, and trying to look up into the sky away from what was down below, hoping it would go away.
Curiosity getting the better of him, Gohan made his way over, and around the tree to see what had the boy acting like that.
Right as he rounded the tree, the boy froze when his gaze met that of Hana, who was squatting down close to the ground, with her leggings pulled down to her ankles, exposing the young blonds womanhood, which currently had a yellowy liquid spewing out of it.
It was in that moment that Gohan knew, he'd fucked up…