Chapter 4C:  Oh Shit! 
 
	"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!"  The loud,
blood-curdling scream echoed through the entire campus, sending shivers
down everyone's spine. Craig took this as a sign for a tactical withdrawal.
 He began to run out of the dorm.  "Finish what the hell your doin' and get
the hell out, now!!!"  he screamed, running out the door and heading to the
next meeting place. 
	All but two of the students followed the order and Craig out the door. 
Myles was still searching for A-ko's room when he heard the call for
withdrawal.  _No!  I kinnae quit now!_  he thought.  _I'm too close!  I kin
feel it!_  He went to check the last room in the hall.  This was it, he was
sure of it.  Myles burst into the room, when he was grabbed by the shoulder
and pulled back out of the room.  A lavender-haired girl threw him up
against the wall. 
	"What the hell do you think you were going to do in C-ko's room?" she
demanded, glaring intensely at Myles. 
	"I...uh...I..." Myles was scared shitless, almost literally.  "I was going
after something of a lass named A-ko," he admitted, his face crimson.  B-ko
released him and smiled. 
	"Why didn't you say so?"  she asked.  "Wait here."  B-ko quickly turned
around and entered the room, she looked around to see that A-ko and C-ko
were gone.  She walked over to A-ko's dresser and grabbed all of her bras,
under-shorts, panties, and some skimpy lingerie that B-ko couldn't help but
laugh at.  She stepped out of the room and handed them to Myles. 
	"Here.  Now go!  And don't let me see you in here again!" she said.  Myles
quickly and gladly obliged, running faster than he had ever thought
possible.  B-ko removed the gloves she had on and handed them to Ume. 
"Burn these.  After touching A-ko's underwear, they're contaiminated." 
	"Yes, Mistress," Ume replied, placing the gloves in a sterile zip-tight
baggy. 
						* * * 
	Myles met the others at the final meeting area...behind the boys' dorm. 
Everyone was breathing heavily, not just because of the major adrenaline
rush they had just gotten, but because for most of them, that was the
closest to a woman that they would ever get. 
	"Okay, head count!" Craig said standing up.  He only counted fifty-four. 
"Okay, whose missing?  Kei, I see you made it out okay."  Kei blushed and
nodded, but was greatly disappointed that he didn't get to find C-ko's
room.  Craig looked around, but could not figure out who it was that was
missing.  Myles looked around and then realized who it was. 
	"Tony...TONY'S MISSING!" he cried. 
	"NANI?" 
	"Wasn't it him who screamed?" a young man standing next to Myles asked. 
	"Damn," Myles said, shaking his head in bitter disappointment. 
	"Well, for the first time in the history of the Warewolf Panty Raids, we
have had our first casualty.  We will mourn this loss until he is returned
to us...NOT!!" 
	The students all returned to their respective dorms to show off their
prize catches and drink and party.  Myles, Craig, and Kei returned to their
room and flopped down on the their beds. 
	"Whew!!" Craig exclaimed, getting out his stash of booze.  "Whadda rush!" 
	"Yeah," Kei agreed catching a can of Guiness Dark. 
	Myles began to laugh, drinking down the rest of his whiskey as he sifted
through his prizes, until he reached the lingerie.  He smiled and held it
up for display.  "All of this is A-ko's!"  he laughed, as he took a whiff
of the crotch. 
	"It's you, man," Craig giggled, "it's you." 
	"Try it on!" Kei added.  With that the three of them began to laugh and
Myles began to unbutton his shirt.  Craig, suddenly realizing that he was
going to do it, jumped up and snatched it from him. 
	"You've had a little too much, mister!"  Myles looked up and him and fell
back on his bed laughing. 
	"Ye shoold 'ave seen the bloody look on yer face!"  Myles laughed, his
brogue thick.  Craig realized that he had just been played for a fool and
began to laugh.  He then tossed the lingerie at his friend's face. 
	"*Myles no baka!*" he muttered, turning away. 
						* * * 
	A-ko and C-ko climbed out of the closet that they hid in until the hentai
bastards had left. 
	"It's safe now, C-ko," she said, wrapping her towel tightly around her. 
	"I always feel safe with you, A-ko," she responded. 
	"You sure didn't act that way in the closet the way you were grabbing me,"
she commented.  C-ko only smiled in response.  A-ko looked over at her
dresser and realized that she had been raided.  "AAAUUUUUGH!!!" she
shrieked. 
	"What's the matter, A-ko?" 
	"It's gone!  All my underwear!  Even that lingerie you bought me!  Gone! 
ALL GONE!!!" 
	"It's okay, A-ko, we'll just get more this weekend," C-ko replied
cheerfully. 
	"Great, but what the fuck am I gonna do during the week?" 
	"You could wear mine," C-ko responded, grinning from ear to ear. 
	"Uh, thanks, C-ko, but I think I'll just wear my blue jeans all week." 
						* * * 
	B-ko walked back into her penthouse, pleased that she had defiled A-ko
once again, with the help of some asshole with really thick glasses.  _What
would he possibly want with A-ko's (of all people) underwear?_ she thought.
 She found that she really did not care, she was in a good mood and felt
like having a little action.  However, she was in too good of a mood to
torture the girls, that was until Ume broke her train of thought. 
	"Um, Mistress?" Ume asked, hesitantly. 
	"What is it?" B-ko asked, coldly. 
	"Uh, well, I, that is, we thought you might feel like having some fun
tonight so..." 
	"You read my mind, Ume, but continue," B-ko interrupted, wearing a
malicious grin. 
	"We, uh, have a 'gift' for you." 
	"A gift?  For me?" B-ko replied, sounding very surprised.  "Why thank you!
 Where is it?" 
	"This way, Mistress.  It's in the Hall of Punishments."  B-ko smiled.  _I
wonder what it is,_ she thought.  Ume opened the door for B-ko and she
entered the Hall of Punishments only to see Asa, Ine, and Mari standing in
front of something. 
	"Well?" B-ko asked, impatiently.  The girls smiled and moved away
revealing a young blond-haired man tied to the wall by leather straps,
wearing only a leather thong, a metal ball-gag and a large red bow on top
of his head.  The look on his face was anythong but amused. 
	"Happy Birthday, Mistress," they said in unison. 
	"And this is?" B-ko asked already knowing the answer. 
	"Your gift, Mistress," Ine replied. 
	"A boy I caught during the raid," Mari added. 
	"Excellent job, Mari," B-ko smiled moving past the girls towards her
newest addition to the Hall of Punishements, inspecting him. 
	"His name is Tony Paki---!" Asa started but what quickly slapped across
the face. 
	"I want no names used in here!" B-ko scolded.  "Now, unless you girls
would like to join my new toy here, I suggest you leave." 
	"Yes, Mistress," the girls replied, backing away slowly then turning to
run for the door shoving one another out of the way.  Once they were out of
the Hall, they closed the door behind them. 
	"Tony, huh?" she asked, running her fingernails down his chest.  Tony
looked up and muttered some obscenity behind the ball gag, grinding his
teeth into it.  His blond eyebrows almost pointing straight down and his
blue eyes aflame.  B-ko smiled at this.  "My, my, my...feisty, are we?" she
said, pinching one of his nipples.  "We'll have that spirit broken in no
time...whether you like it or not." 
	B-ko began to laugh, her laughter echoing throughout the room.  She walked
over to where she had her whips and removed a short leather one.  With a
flip of a switch, Tony was turned around, facing the wall, his back to
B-ko.  She walked over to him, and rubbed his back with the whip, shortly
there after, she began to thrash his backside with it.  The cracks of the
whip seemed to go on and on, becoming more painful with even the slightest
of breezes.  After what seemed like an eternity, the whipping stopped. 
	"Oh, dear," B-ko muttered.  "I drew blood.  Here, let me make it up to
you."  B-ko bent over to where her lash had penetrated his skin, licked the
blood off and kissed him on the cut.  Tony felt an immediate stirring in
his loins.  B-ko flipped the switch again, and now Tony was facing her once
more.  B-ko could see the tears streaming down his face.  She smiled to
herself, her first male slave and he proved to be no more harder to handle
than Mari.  _All too easy,_ she thought, grinning.  She lifted Tony's face
and looked into his eyes, "Oh no, you're not getting off that easy, I'm not
done yet," she said. 
	B-ko walked over to the statue she had in the middle of the room, removed
all of her clothes and sat down on the concrete phallus that protruded from
its center.  She began to move up and down, faster and faster still,
moaning with each thrust as the phallus reached deep inside of her. 
Slowing down long enough to kiss her breast, rub her clitoris or get a
better position on the statue.  "Oooo," she moaned.  With a few more fierce
thrusts, B-ko came.  She stood up off the statue and Tony could see her
love juices dripping from her sex and from the phallus.  She looked over to
Tony who was being tortured because of the leather thong he wore that got
extremely tight for him, and the sheer torture of no release.  B-ko ignored
his pleads and sorrowful moans as she collected her clothing.  She walked
over to the door, blew Tony a kiss, shut off the light, left the room and
locked the door behind her. 
	Tears began to spring anew from Tony as he sobbed uncontrollably.  He was
mad at himself for succumbing so easily, for getting himself caught in the
first place, and for the fact that he was not to get release from his
"confinment".  For these reasons alone, he felt more tortured than when
B-ko had whipped him, or when she pleasured herself in front of him.  In
the dark, the concrete phallus glistened with B-ko's love juices.  Tony
wanted to taste them so bad, he was now thirsty, and was in desperate need
of a drink.  Tony leaned his head into his arm and sobbed again. 
 
-- 
 
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