Chapter 2a:  Graviton University and Undergraduate College 
 
	It was ten o'clock in the morning, at Graviton University and
Undergraduate College.  The majority of the college students were at their
respective homes, out on vacation, or just out.  However, some were still
in there dorm rooms, simply because they'd rather have stayed there, or
because they had no other place to go.  Others were there for orientation
of their new school, for it is three weeks before the new semester. 
	Craig Vincent laid on his bed and stared at the ceiling.  He had a can of
beer in his hand and sighed.  _It'd be nice if something exciting happened
for a change,_ he thought.  Craig, an average-looking college-going male,
was twenty years of age, and an American.  His father was a member of the
Earth Defense Force and became stationed in Graviton City, four years ago. 
Slightly over-weight and highly self-conscious about it, he was always
trying to make is image better by overexerting himself, going to the
biggest frat parties and getting some recognition.  Sure, Craig was
average, but he was well-known. 
	His dormmate, and high-school buddy, burst into the room, panting heavily.
 Craig jumped up and ran to his friend.  "What's going on?" he demanded. 
	"We're bloody-well being evicted," Myles said, catching his breath. 
Myles, a foriegn exchange student from Ireland, had an average build, but
always wore comfortable, baggy clothes in earth tones.  His eyes were
constantly concealed by the thick glasses that he wore, so much, in fact,
that Craig wasn't even sure what color his friend's eyes really were. 
Myles had come to Japan as a foreign exchange student, then after getting
several restraining orders and an assault and battery charge, issued by
some guy in a tuxedo, put on him while attending a local junior high school
in Tokyo, he came to Graviton Boys' High School and decided, after
graduating, that he wanted to attend the local college. 
	"What the hell do you mean, 'evicted'?" Craig screamed reaching for his
leather trench coat.  "We're in a fucking dormitory!" 
	"They're segregating the lads' dorms from the lasses'.  And they're taking
this building for the girls' dorm."  Myles answered, catching his breath
finally, his Irish brogue becoming ever more prevalent. 
	"Nani?  The other building's the size of a friggin' match box!" 
	"Aye, I know, they're putting us inta a room with another guy." 
	"This is bull shit!  I'm going to talk to the Head Dean!  We've paid our
tuition and dorm fees, what gives them the right to throw us out of our
dorm room!" 
	Craig ripped the door to the room open and began to leave, only to be
thrown back by some huge person with pigtails.  They assumed (for the
worst) that this was a woman.  She stood at least over six feet tall,
cracking her knuckles, she gave out a low growl, that almost made them
shudder with fear.  Her eyes glowed, mysteriously.  She then pointed at
them and in a high-pitched squeeky, girly voice, said:  "You have three
seconds to evacuate this room." 
	"Hell, no we won't go!" Craig said, defiantly, with his hands at his hips.

	"Ichi...ni...san..." 
					     * * * 
	Meanwhile, outside of the Girls' Dormitory... 
	KRASH!  Two figures were falling from a window on the top floor of the
dormitory, and quickly behind them, all of their belongings.  The Head Dean
shook his head and looked over the clip board he held in his hand. 
	Craig was the first to hit the ground, and Myles on top of him.  Craig had
stars circling his head.  Myles looked up to see his and Craig's belongings
not far behind them.  Myles immediately jumped up and tried to catch all of
the delicate things that they owned.  Craig, became conscious again and
quickly followed suit with Myles, catching their computers, electronics,
and welding tools.  Myles suddenly looked up to see his prized portfolio
case, that he had so meticulously created over the past two years.  Craig,
upon seeing his friend's extremely worried look, dropped his things, picked
up his friend and threw him to the best of his strength, upwards. 
"FASTBALL SPECIAL!" Craig cried.  Myles caught the portfolio, and was
coming back down at top speed, Craig was able to catch him and was quickly
driven into the ground. 
	Myles sat there, looking around to spot Craig.  He stood up and looked
down, only to see his friend, pile driven into the ground, eyes glazed over
and looking everyway but straight, with teeth and mouth agape.  Myles set
the portfolio down and pulled his friend out of the ground.  The Head Dean
walked over to where Craig and Myles were and looked up.  The same
high-pitched voice called down; "That's the last of them, Dean!" 
	"Thank you, Mari," he answered.  "You two must be Craig Vincent and Myles
Buchanan.  I apologize for this, but the college is now under new
management, and she wanted to segregate the dorms.  The room you are now
assigned to, is room twenty-four over in the boys' dorm. Here's your keys. 
Also, you'll be sharing the room with one other classmate."  The Head Dean
turned around to leave when Craig stopped him.  Craig was more than just a
little upset about what had just happened.  He lifted the Dean off the
ground and shook him. 
	"I WANT ANSWERS AND I WANT THEM, NOW!!!" Craig yelled, very
intimidatingly. 
	"Calm down, lad," Myles consoled. 
	"SHUT UP!  Who is this new management, and why are we being stuck in a
crackerjack room with some moron?" 
	"B-B-ko Daitokuji, her father bought the college this morning and began
all this an hour ago.  They're turning the top floor into a penthouse-style
dorm, for her and her friends.  They're also putting some kind of facility
over on the side of the dorm.  And you're being put in a room with another
student because we need to make sure we have enough room for everyone,
including the new students."  the Dean managed, scared and highly
intimidated by Craig.  Craig, at once released the Dean, dropping him to
the ground. 
	"Great, some spoiled little rich-bitch, is doing this shit." Craig sighed.
 Myles began to pick up his things.  Craig started to it as well, then
paused.  "I'M REALLY PISSED!!!!" he yelled into the air, "and I will have
my revenge." 
					* * * 
	Over in the boys' dormitory, Kei sat on his window sill, looking out,
watching all of the rebuilding going on, on the campus.  He sighed.  He was
told that two other students would be moving into this room.  He had made
as much room as he possibly could for them. 
	There was a knock at the door, but before he could answer it the door
burst open and two men with a whole lot of things came barging their way
in. 
	"Answer the damn door!" a tall slightly, over-weight American screamed at
him.  Dispite his rudeness, he spoke very fluent Japanese.  The other wore
thick glasses, so thick, that Kei could not see his eyes, and baggy-looking
clothes in earth tones.  The American wore what looked to be a leather
trench coat with blue jeans and a loose tee-shirt that read, in English,
Kei assumed; "I came, I saw, I kicked some ass." 
	The two young men immediately started to set their belongings up and
shoved Kei's things, (ever so slightly), into a corner, working them into a
closet.  Kei began to mumble something, but the two men began finishing
their setup, yelling something about this new person buying the college and
how much of a bitch she was or had to be.  Kei did catch a name though,
B-ko, Kei thought he recognized it, but was not sure where he had heard it
from.  Kei's belongings had found their way almost all of the way into the
closet.  Kei straightened his things out and was able to get it neat and
clean in a matter of seconds.  The American was hanging a poster of a rock
band called "Priss and The Replicants" over his computer.  While the other
student with the glasses, was opening up an art portfolio, which soon began
to look like a shrine, in one of the corners of the room that he had chosen
for himself.  He then turned a dim light on over it, which seemed to make
the "shrine" illuminate.  Kei's two new roommates finally settled down and
sat on their beds.  The American reached into his foot locker and produced
a bottle containing a clear liquid.  _Water?_ Kei thought. 
	"I'm sorry," the American said.  "We haven't even introduced ourselves
yet!  I'm Craig Vincent, that's Myles Buchanan."  Craig stood up and
stretched out his hand to shake Kei's 
	"I'm...Kei," he stuttered. 
	"Nice to meet'cha, Kei!" Craig boomed.  His voice a little louder than
most Japanese and for that matter, most of the Americans that Kei had meet.

	"How'ya doin'?" Myles asked, nodding his hello towards Kei.  Kei thought
the way that Myles spoke was a little odd, he seemed to have some kind of
accent or another.  From where, Kei wasn't sure. 
	"What some?" Craig asked, taking a swig of the clear liquid. 
	"What...is...it?" Kei managed. 
	"It's vodka, it'll put hair on your chest." 
	"You're not supposed to have alcohol in here!" Kei said, stepping back. 
	"Yeah, and we're also not supposed to have more that two people per dorm
room." Craig retorted.  Myles laughed. 
	"What school are you from?" Myles asked, trying to deter the conversation
to more pleasureable things, before Craig got pissed again. 
	"Graviton High School for Boys'," he responded. 
	"Really?  When'd you graduate?" 
	"Two years ago," he stuttered out.  Myles and Craig looked at each other
and started laughing.  Kei gave a quick glance towards them in question. 
	"I'm sorry," Craig laughed.  "It's just that's where we went and graduated
the same year you did, and we never knew each other.  Who was your sensei?"

	"Mr. Akigi," Kei stated. 
	"Well, that explains it, Myles and I had Mr. Mosimiru." 
	"Oh," Kei said.  "Where are you two from?" 
	"I'm mainly from Chicago, in America.  My family has been stationed
between there and here so many times, it's a wonder I even remember." Craig
said taking a swig from his bottle. 
	"I'm from Ireland, I was a foreign exchange student back in junior high
school, and I decided I liked it here in Graviton, so I stayed."  Myles
added. 
	Suddenly, from out in the hallway, there were rushed steps and a yell;
"DORM SUPER!!!!" somebody yelled rushing past the doors of the dorm.  Myles
and Craig looked at each other and immediately, Craig tried to hide his
vodka.  The door swung open and in stepped a tall burly-looking man.  He
turned and looked around at the room. 
	"I'm the new dormitory supervisor here," he said staring at Craig.  He
then walked over to him and looked down at him.  "And I don't take shit
from anyone!"  He reached behind Craig and pulled out the bottle that he'd
been drinking from.  He opened the cap, and took a whiff.  He put the cap
back on and grabbed Craig by the collar of his trench caot and pulled him
to his feet.  "And I don't like alcohol being drunk, while I'm on duty!" 
	_Oh, bloody hell, he oughtn't have gone and done that._ Myles thought. 
Craig had the fire burning in his eyes again, no one touched his coat
unless he allowed it. 
	"However," the supervisor said, running his hands along the coat, "I might
forget... for a price, this coat for instan--!" 
	Before he could finish, Craig grabbed him by the neck and threw him
against the wall and shouted at him.  "I don't take shit from no one
either!"  Craig pulled something out of his coat, what it was Myles and Kei
weren't sure but it made the supervisor produce beads of sweat.  "Now go
away, and don't let ever see you in here again, understand me?" 
	"Y-yes sir!"  the supervisor hunched down and cowardly ran out the door. 
Craig put whatever it was he pulled out of his coat, back in it. 
	"I knew ye were gonna do that," Myles said. 
	"Hey...it's me," Craig said, giving him a lopsided smile, he sat back
down, opened his vodka and took another swig.  Kei sat there with his eyes
bulging, still unable to believe what he just witnessed.  "Hey, if that
asshole gives you any trouble, let me know, alright?" Craig stated, looking
at Kei.  Kei responded with a nod.  "I think that we could probably work
out alright here, don't you think so, Myles?" 
	"Aye," he responded, staring at his portfilio. 
	"What's the deal with that, anyhow, I've known you for four years now, you
treat that thing like it's your child." 
	"Don't you bloody-well tell me what to do with me life!" Myles yelled,
Irish brogue aflame. 
	"Alright, settle down, I just--!"  Craig was interrupted by Myles. 
	"I'm sorry, I just have a crush on a wee fire-haired lass," Myles
admitted. 
	"Obession's, more like it," Craig mumbled. 
	"What?" Myles yelled. 
	"N-nothing, settle down!" 
					* * * 
	Back at the Girls' dormitory, particularly, on the top floor, B-ko watched
as her mechas tore down what was once the top floor of a co-ed dorm, and
turn it into a replica of her room back at the Daitokuji Estates, and then
some.  B-ko allowed herself a smile as she marvelled at how well it all
happened.  Two weeks ago, Ume had over heard a conversation between A-ko
and C-ko about what college they would go to; Graviton University and
Undergraduate College.  The night before, she had finally gotten her father
to allow her to buy the college off and allow her to make her "necessary
adjustments". 
	That morning, the reconstruction began at about ten o'clock, beginning
with the eviction of all male tenants.  It was fast approaching noon, and
her construction mechas had almost completed their work.  B-ko walked
around to oversee the workmanship and quality of it all.  B-ko walked over
to one of the special rooms that she had had built to specification.  It
was her think chamber, where she would go to build new mecha, there was a
door on the other side of that room that led out to the mecha building
facility, that had been built precisely for that use, and attached to the
dorm. 
	B-ko walked over to the other special room, the mecha had finished this
room first, and had done an excellent job.  She named this room, quite
appropriately, "The Hall of Punishments".  She smiled, titanium chains hung
from the walls, various machines of torture were installed all over the
area, and a statue that was in a crouched position looking as if it, at one
time, had held a spear or a weapon, sat in the far corner.  Adorning the
walls were various whips, phalluses, gags, and paddles.  B-ko ran her
fingernails along a particular favorite paddle of hers.  The handle was
long and the paddle itself was flexible, enough so that its victim would
not only get the initial swat from the paddle but an added sting that came
like a reverb. 
	B-ko removed the paddle from the wall and swung it about for a moment. 
She soon felt a stirring between her legs that called for immediate
attention.  _Well, now's a good of a time as any to test out the new room!_
she thought.  "Asa!  Come in here at once." 
	Asa rushed into the room and paused.  She saw B-ko standed there with the
paddle in her hand.  Asa began to shudder with fear.  "Y-yes, Mistress?"
she stuttered. 
	"Close the door behind you, and remove your clothes," B-ko said, turning
towards her. 
	"Yes, Mistress," she replied, locking the door and unbuttoning her blouse.
 "Please, tell me Mistress, how have I displeased you?" 
	"You don't need a reason to be punished, as long as it pleases me, that is
your only concern," B-ko stated. 
	"Of course, my Mistress," Asa uttered, and immediately got on her hands
and knees and kissed B-ko's shoe. 
	"Very good," B-ko said.  "Now, kneel up."  Asa obeyed, she leaned back,
sitting only her toes and knees on the floor, with her hands behind her
back.  B-ko swung the paddle that she had in her hand freely, she then
walked behind Asa and swung with all her might.  CRACK!  The sound echoed
and reverberated throughout the room.  Asa felt the stinging pain of the
paddle and began to sob openly. 
					* * * 
	On the other side of campus, where the college faculty's offices were, the
professors and instructors were bustling, preparing for the new semester,
typing up syllabuses, making the necessary preparations, going over the
roll sheets for their classes, and new instructors were being shown the
ropes.  Graviton University and Undergraduate College's newest recruit
hailed from a respectible local high school, specifically, Graviton High
School for Girls. 
	Miss Ayumi got off her mo-ped and was immediately welcomed by various
members of the faculty.  Miss Ayumi was happy with herself, now she could
get on with her life and meet some men with as stimulating of an intellect
as hers...<snort>.  She had transferred to the college to get away from the
mess of the high school and was pleased to learn that she would be teaching
her favorite subject...English.  This was the reason after all, that they
had given her the job at the college, because of her astute translation of
the English language. 
	Miss Ayumi was introduced to the rest of the faculty and then shown around
campus, by the end of the day, she had been shown to her classroom, and
finally to her office.  Miss Ayumi sat down at her desk and sighed.  This
was what she had dreamed of for so long, that and meeting a man who would
sweep her off her feet.  After they had finally left her alone, Miss Ayumi
walked over to her door and locked it.  She sat down and began to day
dream, first about Kei, and how much of a mistake that it would have been
if they had actually married.  Then she began to think about one of the
young and handsome instructors that was showing her around the campus.  She
began to dream about him, his adoring blue eyes, his light blond hair, and
his soothing laugh. 
	Miss Ayumi, started to feel a stirring between her legs.  _Shit,_ she
thought, _I can't do this here!  How embarrassing!_  But she gave in to her
primal desires, she opened her blouse revealing her size thrity-eight
breasts.  She licked her index finger and began to rub it against her right
nipple.  She brought it to her mouth and began to suckle it.  _Feels so
good,_ she thought.  _I...I can't stop myself._  She then reached down and
shoved her right hand into her pants and worked down into her vagina.  She
spread her pubic lips and stuck her middle and ring finger in her quivering
hole at the same time.  She then pulled her hand out of her pants and
seductively licked her wet fingers, tasting and savoring her own love
juices. 
	Miss Ayumi stood up enough so that she could remove her pants, and sat
back down.  She looked around on her desk and spotted a letter opener.  She
quickly grabbed for it, its long, thick wooden handle would prove just
right for her.  She parted her velvet curtain and eased the handle of the
letter opener into herself.  She moaned in spite of herself and arched her
back, her breasts pointing straight up, her nipples like two hard pink
rocks.  She slowly began to move the handle in and out of her, while she
caressed her clitoris, lovingly.  _Ooooh, that's nice,_ she thought.  She
began to make quicker motions, pulling and pushing, harder and faster,
moving her hips in climactic motions, until she reached her limit, bringing
herself to screaming esctasy.  Miss Ayumi sat in her chair, panting.  She
smiled, still blushing from the experience.  She pulled the letter opener
out of her and looked at it.  _Was it good for you?_ she thought and
started to laugh.  She then sucked her own love juices off of the handle,
set it back on the desk.  She stood up, put her clothes back on and left
her office to go home. 
 
-- 
 
Craig Vincent a.k.a. Greg Thompson <AkoMagami@usa.pipeline.com> 
 
Member, Red-Head Anime Girls Fan Club 
Co-Founder and High Priest of The Holy Order of A-ko 
            -----Folder of the Holy Fuku----- 
Co-author of Project A-ko:  The College Years