Left

This way was better than no way. Zhou headed left in hopes that there will be something that will allow her to locate that bloody classroom. Who even designed this place? After what felt like fifteen minutes had passed, there was nothing. No floor plan, no signage, no one to ask for directions. This meant that when Zhou heard deep clicking of boots on the floor she was relieved that there is finally someone to ask where to go. The gleeful smile faded away as soon as she realized who that probably is...

Janette Long, though certainly not unprofessional, had some issues with delinquents and truancy some months back and to keep students in line without having to hire new staff, the headmaster gave special privileges for those that volunteered to be hall monitors for the school. No-one actually knows what these privileges actually are but they attracted a very specific demographic of girls to take up interest in the role. If those footsteps came from one of the prefects, Zhou's day will have taken a much worse turn.

As they got louder and approached the corner, Zhou started slowly walking towards it as to exaggerate the fact that she was lost. The feeling of twisting and toiling within her got more and more intense as she anticipated who was there. When the face of the tall, slender student emerged, her heart sank like a boulder in the ocean. Just as her luck that day was to be relied on, it was a prefect. Worse than that, it was Azuki. Azuki was one that particularly enjoyed her job and savoured the bad reputation she got from it like a high quality meal. She did not care what most other students spoke of her behind her back when she knew damn well that they wouldn't say it to her face. Her uniform, as always, was stylized in the typical Azuki fashion; there wasn't anything 'irregular' about her shirt past the fact that it was unironed. Instead of a skirt, she wore a pair of trousers - something incredibly striking and what could only be assumed was one of the privileges of being so close to the headmaster. Women wearing trousers was not completely unheard of but were so unfashionable that they became the butt-end of many jokes. The thing that equally made her as remarkable as she was, was her choice of footwear: a pair of black polished working boots not unlike those worn by manual labourers.

Going back up to her face, though, she definitely played into the 'bitch' persona that she put on. Her mouth was slightly pouted, her eyebrows furrowed a little whenever she looked at anyone and the eyes gave off an aura that she was looking down at anyone as an insect, which was probably not far from the truth. Her hair was black and fairly short, strands not growing any lower than her shoulders, styled in a single pony-tail. She very much was a bitch.

Zhou's brain went into panic mode - "run, turn, hide, run, behind, where, hide" She really did not know what to do so she just stood there staring at Azuki as she turned the corner and spotted her just standing there with an expression of fear grafted onto her face.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" She spoke, tone as acidic as always. Zhou gave no response since her brain was still fried from terror. "I'm talking to you, squirt!" Though Azuki was only a few months older than Zhou, her raised voice put her in place below her and woke her up in the process too. "I'm... uhh.... Classroom... couldn't..." She was cut off from her nonsense-speak - "What? The fuck are you on about?"
Zhou was burning up in embarrassment. She knew that a wrong word or the wrong tone of voice could put her in a position she really didn't want to be in. "I was.. lost on my way to... the.. computer..." her words trailed off as Azuki was slowly taking steps towards her, hostility growing in her eyes. "That's an excuse I've heard more times than I can count. Do you think I'm stupid?" The way she said that last bit made it not clear whether it was a rhetorical question or not

Zhou did not know how to respond. She opened her mouth to speak but apprehended just in case it was indeed rhetorical though it was still unclear to her. Her mind was everywhere. Sensing her weakness, Azuki couldn't help herself but to tease her more - "Huh? I asked you a question, did I not?"

"Yes- I mean... no, I mean..."

"So what, you think I'm stupid? Go on, speak your mind, I won't hurt you..."

She was now standing directly in front of Zhou who retreated unknowingly into a wall. She looked up at her for the first time since then to a smirking visage of a viper looking back down at her, hand placed flat on the wall next to her, preventing her from running away. Even though Azuki was only taller than Zhou by an inch or two, it still was very intimidating. As her eyes drifted back downwards to the floor, she spotted the points poking at Azuki's shirt - it looked like she was getting off to bullying her like that and her nipples were poking right through the shirt. the additional four smaller points to the side of her nipples suggested that they were pierced as well... where the hell did she get that?

She wanted to run. Every part of her brain was telling her to get away from Azuki as quick and far as possible but she was nailed to the ground beneath her feet, left completely at the mercy of her tormentor. Sweat started building up on her fiery face and her heart started going dangerously fast when Azuki moved her other hand away from being looped around her belt and onto Zhou's shoulder.

"I'm starting to think that an apology is in order. It is right out of line for someone like you to insult me"

"Of course! I am so so sor-"

"Not like that, idiot. That isn't a proper apology..."

The way she uttered the word 'proper'; slowly, savouring every syllable. And the jackal's grin that was, at this point, permanently engraved onto her face. Though her body couldn't lie, the situation was not only heating up her face. Her lower lips began to moisten unwillingly as she was being brutally teased and at the mercy of the taller woman. The heat that was building up inside was making her stomach churn in both fear and excitement.

"Lets go somewhere else so that you can show how sorry you are"

The last remaining bit of resistance within Zhou boiled over in an automatic flinch when Azuki grabbed her arm.
This was not a good idea. The anger in Azuki's eyes when she turned around, shocked and enraged by the action, chilled Zhou to the marrow. The other arm struck like lighting across Zhou's cheek. The burn hurt like hell, and it brought tears to her eyes that stung as they travelled down along the piercing mark left by the girl.

"Oh, you're that eager?!" Azuki said in a piercing tone, clearly indicating that she was no longer playing around, "alright then, slut, let's do it here then."

She **** the shorter girl down onto her knees and started undoing the belt around her trousers aggressively. It wasn't long before they, along with her panties, hit the ground and revealed her muff. It was a shade of dark brown with stubble all around it, and leaking juices down the inside of her powerful thighs. Azuki then grabbed Zhou by her hair and brought her face up to lick her out, moaning deeply as the wide-eyed girl's tongue, purely out of fear for what would happen if she disobeyed, rubbed her cunt. Painfully, the sadistic prefect used the tuft of hair she was holding on to to control Zhou's head, moving it around as she pleased while the girl was crying and whimpering for respite.
It was not long before Azuki came, covering Zhou's chin and mouth with her juices, but for the girl underneath her it felt like hours of ****. When she was finally let go of she fell straight to the floor, not having the mental fortitude for anything else. She lay on the ground, ass up, in tears at the brutal mistreatment she had received.

It did not take too long for Azuki to recover from the orgasm. Zhou knew this when she heard the chuckle coming out right above her. A chuckle that signified the superiority over her. Zhou barely had enough energy to lift her head up before she felt pressure from above press her face back down onto the floor. After getting comfortable on top of her head and smearing her cunt juice over her head, Azuki leaned over and pulled down Zhou's skirt and panties, exposing her hole and making her instinctively tighten up at the cool breeze.

She saw nothing that was going on above her, but the sounds the bitch that was sitting on top of her was making told her all she needed to know. She was acting aggressively, with sharp movements and the occasional harsh exhale. Her slender fingers ran across her pussy before delving in, about two knuckles deep. They were wet from her saliva and had no resistance as they pumped in and out rapidly. Zhou could muster nothing but the occasional weak moan as her pussy was being toyed with. At some point, Azuki retracted her fingers from inside Zhou. She felt a jolt of surprise when it didn't go back in and her pussy clenched over nothing.

There was some ruffling above her as Azuki was retrieving something from within Zhou's bag. She didn't take long to show her what it was as the plastic pen was shoved backwards into her tight cunny. She instinctively clenched around the slender object, but it was not enough and her deep thoughts just wished she'd put her fingers back in. Seconds later, Azuki started putting in more pens and pencils in, one by one, until her lower lips looked like a pin cushion, drooling onto the hallway floor. When she was done, she gave Zhou a slap on the ass before getting up and putting her trousers back on. And without a word, she walked off.

Zhou was left lying on the floor, ass up in the air, naked and exposing her pussy with about half a dozen pens sticking out, covered in her grool. It would take her another few minutes before she would muster enough energy to find her way to class, no longer caring that she'd be late.