Warning: There is extreme S&M and nonconsensual sex in this one, with the former in part 1 and the latter in part 2.
Principal Kuno of Furinkan High School sat facing the chair on the other side of the desk in his office. A vicious smile curved his mouth and there was a gleam in his eye. In the chair sat a little brown teddy bear.
“When I hear you conquer three school full o' delinquents an' da kine,” the principal said to the bear, “I'm pullin' every string to bring you here! So you got just one mission here ... to crush Ranma Saotome!” The man burst out into maniacal laughter.
Then he leaned back and wiped his forehead. “Okay. Dat's forty-five rehearsals. I wish dat Ninomiya would show up.”
Outside in the schoolyard a young girl no one had seen before was walking toward the school. In appearance, she belonged in elementary school, or perhaps very early middle school. There was a great deal of chatter among the students in the yard wondering what she was doing here at the high school. Most of the talk broke up when she approached Ranma's friends Hiroshi and Daisuke.
“Um ... 'scuse me?” she said to the pair.
Hiroshi smiled at the tyke and asked, “What can we do for ya?”
Her own face lit up and she cheerfully requested, “Can you take me to the principal's office?”
At that moment Ranma came running up, hurrying so as to avoid being late. He leaped far through the air, touched lightly on the school gate, jumped off, landed for a moment on the unknown girl's head, and jumped off again. The poor girl fell flat on her face, dazed.
“Ranma! What the hell do you think you're doing?!” his friend Daisuke yelled at him.
“Huh?” Ranma turned back to look, seeing the child sprawled on the ground. “What happened to her?”
“You jumped off her head, dimwit,” Hiroshi told him in something approaching, but not exactly equal to, disbelief. “I mean, that was cold, y'know?”
“Sorry,” Ranma replied, looking at least a little chagrined.
“You could at least take her where she wanted to go,” Daisuke told him.
Ranma shrugged, and lifted the girl up, swinging her around behind him to carry her piggyback. “Where's that?” he asked while doing so.
“Principal's office,” Daisuke answered.
Ranma acquiesced with little more than a lifted eyebrow and the four of them proceeded to the office as quickly as possible. By the time they arrived the girl was regaining consciousness again, so they left her there and headed off to class. They'd heard they would have a new teacher today, and didn't want to be late.
If they'd stuck around a few more minutes, they would have heard loud screams coming from the office.
And just to prove that the universe was operating normally, Ranma was accidentally sprayed by someone trying to drink from a water fountain just before they entered the classroom. So she ended up sitting down at her desk as a girl instead of a boy, disgruntled that she would no doubt end up having to explain her curse to the new teacher on that teacher's very first day.
It was several minutes after class should have started when the girl Ranma had carried to the principal's office walked into their classroom. She was carrying several boxes, much larger than herself, without apparent effort. While everyone stared in befuddlement, she walked right up to the front of the classroom, and set all of the boxes on the floor in the corner.
She then went to the board and wrote “Hinako Ninomiya” on it. Turning around she introduced herself. “Hello class. My name is Hinako Ninomiya, and starting today I'm your new homeroom teacher.”
A shock ran around the room. Students whispered to one another, commenting on how she looked much too young to be a teacher, wondering if this were some sort of joke. They all fell silent when she clapped her hands.
“Now, now,” she said sternly. “No talking in class without permission. I'm a very, very strict teacher. If you're a bad little boy or girl, you'll get in big trouble!” She gave all of the students a look, lifting her eyebrow.
Remembering their place, all of the students responded, “Yes, Ninomiya-sensei.”
“Very good!” she declared approvingly. “Now if you'll take out your English textbooks and turn to page ...” She stopped abruptly and stared at the wall between the classroom and the hallway.
All of the pupils turned to look as well. A large section of the wall was bulging inward, developing cracks. It then shattered, spraying many of the nearer students with plaster. A Chinese girl stepped through the hole, carrying a mace in one hand, and a bowl of ramen in the other.
“Shampoo have too too good ramen for airen,” she announced happily.
Before anyone could react, another figure jumped through the hole. This one was also a teenage girl, wearing a black leotard and holding a bento. As she entered, a maelstrom of black rose petals swept in behind her and settled over the floor.
“My Ranma-sama is much too worthy to eat trash prepared by foreigners,” Kodachi stated haughtily. “Therefore I am providing him with a meal.”
Shampoo spun to face Kodachi and without doubt a rip roaring fight would have ensued, except that the new teacher held out her arm with a coin between two of the fingers. Swinging the arm in a circle, Hinako called out, “Aku. Ja. Byo. Tsu. Ma.”
There was a crack of thunder, and a flash of light leaped from the two intruders to the teacher. Both girls had looks of shock on their faces as they floated slowly to the ground. They both lay there, making no attempt to get up, and apparently unable to do so.
“Hmmph. A pair of tardy delinquents. And vandalizing school property as well.”
The eyes of the students swung back to the source of the voice. Where a moment ago had been their childlike teacher, there now stood a full grown woman. A very voluptuous woman. The dress, sweater and flat shoes had been replaced by some type of latex outfit which barely covered her crotch and breasts, and had a gap several inches wide in front from her cleavage all the way down to just below her navel, held together by strings. Her legs were encased in fishnet stockings and shoes with four inch tall stiletto high heels. There was no sign of the previous outfit.
Oh, and one shouldn't forget to mention the coiled whip hanging at her side.
“Bad children must be punished,” the woman informed everyone huskily. She strutted toward the helpless Shampoo and Kodachi.
“Now hang on just a moment!” Ranma yelled. She jumped up from her desk and headed toward the front of the row to intercept the apparent madwoman who had just taken the place of their teacher. “Whoever you are, you're not gonna hurt 'em!”
She spared the redhead a glance. “I'm your teacher,” she said to the girl. “I already told you that. And you're apparently naughty as well.” She held out her arm, made the same motions and sounds as before, and was rewarded with another clap of sound and flash of light. Ranma emitted a weak “eep” and slowly collapsed to the floor.
This was too much for Akane or Ukyo to take. Jumping up from their own desks, they did not march toward the front as their fiancé Ranma had, but instead ran as fast as they could. They were still too slow. Another thunderclap, another flash, and both Akane and Ukyo were also lying helpless on the floor, unable to so much as lift their heads.
“Anyone else?” Hinako inquired with a lifted eyebrow. All of the remaining students shook their heads, choosing to remain completely silent.
Hinako gave a short nod, then continued walking over to the boxes she'd dropped in the corner. Pulling out one particularly large box and opening it, she lifted out a puzzling contraption which she unfolded and then set on the floor. It became a sturdy rectangular frame, perhaps seven feet tall and four feet wide. Placed at intervals around the frame were hooks. Hinako then proceeded to take out and set up four more identical frames.
The woman opened another box. Without taking anything out, she walked over to the nearest girl lying on the floor, who happened to be Shampoo. Grasping her by the hair on the back of her head, she lifted the Chinese girl from the floor easily, until only her feet still touched. The teacher dragged Shampoo over to the new box and let her drop again.
Reaching into the box, Hinako pulled out something which looked like a red ball with a black strap attached. She pushed the ball into Shampoo's mouth, and buckled the strap behind the girl's head. She then pulled out four leather manacles with chains attached, and buckled these to each of Shampoo's wrists and ankles. Bending over the Chinese teenager, the teachers hands moved in a blur, and just as easily as if she'd been taking lessons from the ancient pervert Happosai their teacher now held all of Shampoo's clothing, leaving Shampoo lying on the floor entirely naked.
Hinako dropped the cheongsam, bra, panties and shoes into the box from which she'd taken the frames. At the same time Shampoo did her best to try to curl up in order to hide her assets from the view of all the shocked students in the class, not that she was very successful. And not that it mattered very much either. For Hinako immediately picked Shampoo up by the hair once again, and attached the chains from the manacles to the four corners of one of the frames.
Shampoo wanted to scream, but the gag allowed only a grunt to emerge. She was facing Ranma's class, upright, spread-eagled, and completely, one hundred percent nude. At this point, even if she had her full strength, she'd be entirely helpless. As it was, all she could do was hang there knowing that everything she had was on display and she was at the mercy of this crazy woman, unable to defend herself.
In short order Kodachi, then Ranma, then Akane, then Ukyo all found themselves in the same predicament as Shampoo. All of them naked and chained in one of the frames, facing the astounded class. All of them gagged. All of them drained entirely of strength and helpless to defend themselves.
One of the watching girl's tried to protest. “Ninomiya-sensei, this isn't right. You shouldn't ...”
A few other girls were nodding along with what she said, though not all of them, and not any of the boys. In any case, Hinako interrupted her.
“On the contrary,” the teacher told her in a voice which brooked no contradiction, “I was specifically hired to enforce discipline on students who have been getting away with far too much. That is precisely what I intend to do. Unless you wish to join them, I expect you to remember the rule about not talking in class.”
The girl shut up instantly. No one else dared to speak, and barely even dared to move. The one girl near the door who made a motion as if she was considering standing, froze immediately upon being fixed with a glare by the insane teacher. She settled back down, and gave up any thought of going for help.
It was obvious that others among the students felt rather differently. Many of the boys, and even some of the girls, pulled out cell phones and started taking photographs. Although they decided to hold off on posting any of them until it was all over with. After all, one couldn't tell what busybody might notice too soon and try to interfere.
As for Hinako, she either never noticed the photographers recording the event, or she simply didn't care.
Many of the boys were openly drooling over the sight before them. They could easily see that the circles around Ranma's nipples were pink, while the other four girls were more brown. Both Ranma and Shampoo clearly had the largest tits, with Ukyo coming in a distant second, and Akane and Kodachi roughly tied for last — although even in the latter cases the size was quite respectable, and any boy in the room would love to get his hands on them. It was amusing to notice that Shampoo dyed her cunt hair the same purple color as the hair on her head, while Ranma's likewise matched the scarlet locks atop her head, though more naturally. Akane and Kodachi again mostly matched, both having tidy midnight black triangles, with the primary difference being that Akane's was somewhat more sparse. And many in the class were startled by the fact that Ukyo apparently chose to remove every last speck of hair down there, leaving the front of her slit to stand out quite clearly.
In the meantime Hinako had returned to her box of wonders and withdrawn five more chains, with some unidentified object at both ends of each. Walking first over to the end where Ukyo dangled, she pulled on one of Ukyo's nipples while lifting the end of one of the chains. Releasing her hold caused a loud pained grunt from Ukyo which everyone could hear despite the gag, and they could all see that the end of the chain remained attached to her nipple, apparently clamped onto it. Raising the other end of the chain, the teacher quickly attached it to the other nipple, drawing yet another loud grunt. Then she lifted the chain in the middle, pulling up on it in a way that made Ukyo kick and squeal as her nipples were tugged upward, and the chain was placed over a hook in the center of the top crosspiece of Ukyo's frame.
Everyone in the audience could see the fear in Akane's eyes as she watched the teacher approach. That fear was justified. The noises Akane made were just as loud as Ukyo's, as both ends of the chain were clamped onto her nipples, and the chain was then pulled upward and placed over the hook above her.
This action was repeated for Ranma, then Kodachi, and finally Shampoo. Both Ranma and Shampoo managed to suppress any sounds of pain, though they couldn't prevent themselves from squirming. Kodachi on the other hand made the loudest squeals of any of them.
Hinako looked the situation over for a time, debating whether she was satisfied with her preparations. In particular, she considered whether she ought to insert a pole into the bottom of each frame and impale each girl upon a dildo atop the pole. In the end she gave a tiny shake of her head, deciding that this would be overkill for a first offense.
Thus she merely stepped closer to the wall, behind the girls and partially facing the class herself. She looked over the wide and staring eyes, nodding in satisfaction that the lesson was being driven home to all of her students. Reaching down to her side, Hinako grasped the handle of her whip and lifted the long coil of leather. She let the coils fall, then raised her arm in the air.
The only warning Shampoo received was the sudden widening of every eye in the classroom. An instant later a trail of fire swept across her ass, and the young Amazon gave her very best effort to scream out loud despite the gag, as her body thrust forward in a vain attempt at escape.
This was followed a moment later by Kodachi's muffled scream. Ranma had sworn she would make no further sound, but broke her vow immediately on feeling the lash strike across her own ass. She yanked her body around as best she could, tugging uselessly at the chains. While she wriggled and her large boobs heaved, Akane joined her, thrusting her pubic mound toward the class and biting hard into the leather of the gag as she attempted to shriek in pain. Ukyo's turn came last, her actions identical to that of the other four girls.
Then Shampoo felt a second trail of flame laid across her ample hips. The whip again traversed the lineup, making each girl dance and emit muffled cries of agony and outrage. Then each of the girls was whipped another time. And again. And again. Even the students taking photographs winced as the strokes landed, reacting in sympathetic shock with the jerking and tossing figures chained within the frames.
Without warning Hinako lowered her arm to let the whip lie along the floor. Her entire body tensed, and she suddenly cried out, “Oh ... Oh! ... God ... Yeeesss!” Her body shrank down, the whip, stockings and latex outfit disappearing only to be replaced by the dress and sweater the child had been wearing earlier. The much younger girl, at least in appearance, was dreamy eyed and panting heavily.
Within the five frames the naked girls were shaking and trembling, even the normally stoic Ranma. Their tits jiggled with the movements, and glimpses were given from time to time of the slits between their legs as their bodies writhed. All of their faces were streaked with tears, and every one of the girls was obviously sobbing, whimpers escaping around the balls filling their mouths.
Hinako went down the line of the five, turning each frame 180 degrees so that the girl's back was to the spectators. Each and every seated student flinched on catching the first sight of those reddened ass cheeks, decorated with a series of spectacular welts. Any idea of saying anything, however, even to ask if the teacher was finished and would let the captives go now, was entirely quashed by the terror of drawing the lunatic's attention to themselves.
The teacher turned to the class and said, drowsily, “I hope you have all learned a lesson from this. Any misbehavior in my classroom will be punished very sternly. I strongly suggest you do not even think of causing any trouble or breaking any rules. Does everyone understand this?”
The heads of every student in the class jerked up and down violently.
“Excellent!” Hinako cheered, clapping her hands. “In that case, it's time for recess!” She paused in thought, a finger pressed to her chin. “I mean gym, it's time for gym class. Girls to the softball field with me, boys to the gymnasium for basketball. Let's go!”
She headed for the door, certain that she would be followed. She did see some of the students glancing in confusion back toward the front of the classroom, though they were clearly hesitant to ask questions. Grasping their concern, she declared, “Don't worry. They'll be fine! I'm sure they'll still be waiting here for us when we return!” She propped one of her boxes over the hole in the wall, turned off the lights, and stepped out into the hallway.
The students, more than a little uncertain but not daring to act otherwise, followed her. The door closed, leaving their five restrained classmates dangling at the front of the room, faces to the wall.
Continued in part 2.
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