Criminal Indulgence (Notte and InsertNameHere)

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Amaterasu Kimiko Kaori walked down the hall of her University towards her next class with a swing to her curvacious hips. Her small 5'0 frame was extended by the five inch designer Loriblu heels which were partially hidden by her black leather pants. Pants that hugged to her body as if they were a second skin. A white silk blouse loosely tucked in to her pants and pulled in at her hour glass waist by a stylish underbust black leather waistcoat. The abundance of her breasts were pushed up to the maximum showing a delicious amount of cleavage at the top where her blouse was parted, the red lace tips of her bra peeking out.

A heavy jade dragon rested at the top of her breasts, its tail disappearing into the V of her cleavage. The delicate silver chain looked as if it were too fragile to hold the weight of the dragon, but it would never break. It wrapped around the enticing length of her graceful neck. Her jaw was angled and delicate, plump painted red lips, a small pert nose, and deep green tilted eyes. A face and a body that spoke of her Japanese heritage. Her raven black hair was pulled up and styled with multiple exquisitely designed hair sticks, a few which had silver dragons handing down. However, the long length of her hair still hung down to brush the top of her firm toned ass.

She carried three different textbooks for her new classes and her ballet slippers were rested on top. Her designer Marc Jacobs black and chained purse hung from one of her arms. Honestly, she was tired of carrying around her books and really needed to find someone else to do it for her, she had just gotten rid of the last lost pup who did anything she wanted. He had become so boring, like most of the normal men out there, no one could seem to excite her anymore unless they were talking business. If only the people really knew of who she was and the power that she had, she could make or break someone.

Walking into her next class, Japanese mythology and religion, she took and chair in the back at the very top and crossed her legs. Waiting for the Professor and other students to appear, settle down, and start. The long length of her black and diamond French tipped nails tapped impatiently over her books - for all the things she was known for, patients wasn't one of them, and people had been killed for less.

 

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Oscar never saw himself as a bully when he was younger. In fact, he was more of a chess club fan, it was a deep game with simple rules, a good exercise for the mind and cheap to afford. But, growing up, he learned predators didn't give much to civilized board game even though life was just like chess. You had to use pawns and be careful of the bishops if you wanted to be the king. So, he worked up his way on the foodchain. It started with getting less bruises than the people who took on him, then being more hardcore, then winning, gaining rep and finaly his name would be associated with the adjectives strong and ruthles, meaning no one had anything to gain messing with him.
By the time he reached college, he formed a band of 6 individuals and labelled their group the hand. A six fingered hand.
His first college was the one he graduaded, one were the elites were absent, one in which he had no interest in beating someone for lunch money sinc they had none or too few.
So the hand grabbed the collar of the son of a white collar fathe and used him to get signed into this university named Phoenix U.
It was rumored to have it all. Money, chicks and opportunities.
Opportunities as another word Oscar liked to be associated with and what better place to start it than the gymnasium. It had offices, tools , space a great recreational potential. It was also perfect for silent beating of any poor prey.
Being a bit over 1m80, his short red hair and piercing green eyes made him quite a sight to look at. His athletic body and its loose way of earing the establishment's blaser and white shirt did help to forge his charisma too.
It was exactly this kind of stunt that affraid the Physical Education teacher. So much, that Ms Bialkowska, a tall blond woman who also used to be a russian gymnast on a national level, gathered her confidence to call for the student named Kaori, though she secretly called Mistress already, since she learned the fresh woman owned her dealer. For, yes, Ms Bialkowska, though she hid it very well, was also an addict. So, she made sure after her class, Kaori would be called to her office and, looking at the clock on the wall of her small office, she calculated she should be there any minute now and stood up from her chair, leaving it free for the young woman to come and waited by the door, ready to open it for her and bow as soon as she would knock on it.
Of course, when the japanese Mistress would sit, she would kneel on all four and first kiss her heeled shoes until she'd grant her the right to speak before she would dare tell her about her request.

 

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Amaterasu stood up and walked out of class a minute before the bell even rang, the Professors voice had a low nasal noise that annoyed the hell out of her and having to listen to that prig three days a week would drive her mad. Unless she found a way to take care of him. When she walked out of the room, a women in a cheerleading uniform was standing outside of the door waiting for her. Upon seeing Amaterasu she bowed and greeted, "Mistress Kimiko, a word?"

Very few were allowed to call her by her first name most called her Kimiko because it stood for Empress and she was nothing less than a ruler who governed over all seen and unseen in the Criminal worlds. Others who knew of her ways, her training, and abilities called her Kaori. Kaori the strongest, a named both whispered in fear and revered if under her protection. Before speaking, she shoved her books into the woman's arms and ran a hand her arm until she lifted the woman's head with her nails. With an eyebrow raised and a glint in her eye she spoke in frosted tones, "What is so important that you would break conduct and seek me out during my school hours?" Her nails dug into the girls flesh and held her immobile. "Speak."

The woman held the books happily, but with the sharp bite to her Mistress' words, she tried to bow her head and found she was unable to do so. "I am sorry, Mistress Kimiko, there is trouble and Ms. Bialkowska needs Mistress Kaori for there is someone trying to take over the gymnasium." She stared at Kimiko with rapture, just waiting. No one called her Mistress Kaori unless there was trouble. A small sound of pain and pleasure slipped from her mouth as Kimiko released her chin with force.

"Go put my things in my office and get a bath ready for me, no one steps unto my territory without permission unless they are looking for death." Turning around before she could watch the girl disappear, Kaori walked down to Ms. Bialkowska's office, walked straight through the door as it was opened for her and sat down in the chair behind the desk before she put her feet up on the desk. Snapping her fingers for the woman to come to her, when she tried to kiss her feet, she kicked her away in punishment. "Those who break the rules don't get rewarded with touching my sacred flesh. What was so important that you had to interrupted my day for?"

 

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The woman came back on her knees, even after being kicked in punishment, and first said "thank you yourh Highness for allowing me to speak" like a mantra she would recite to a goddess, partly in hope that it would appease her.
Her head was now lower that Kaori's legs, and she ws kneeling by the japanese dominant woman's side so she could also be used as a handrest or could be allowed to kiss her hand. "I fear people took on the gymnasium Mistress. A group of 6 called The Hand. They prevent me from working correctly and have already started taking on some students"

Her voice was pleading, both for her owner's help and her mercy since she could cut her off her supply. So, she did the only thing a desperate servant knew to do, she begged in a lower and softer toned "please..." and, hesitantly, she tried to kiss her Mistress' hand, he lips only touching the tip of her manicured nails so she would not touch her flesh "...Your Highness... please... I beg for your divine protection..."

Meanwhile, Oscar and his band were playing poker in their the room they declared their head quarter. It was a special kind of poker as they all brought back a woman to bet on in addition to some money.
None of the female student they brought really came on their will but they didn't give them any choice anyway.

Oscar already had two of them. A brunette her abducted from the chess club, a hint at his youth, and a dirty blond woman he won from one of his men. This one came from a raid at th swimming pool.
To make sure they would not try to run away or wouldn't be very good at it anyway, he had them stripped completely, save for the university's jacket and tied a leash around their neck, which he held in one hand while holding his deck of cards in the other.
Having them on their knees, each by one side, their head on his laps, forced to kiss his tights and lightl massage his calves.

His men protested because that made him smile all the time and it became very hard to tell whether he was bluffing or not. Oscar didn't care of course.

 

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Kaori's eyebrow went up in annoyance at the fact that someone would dare try to trek their shit across her playhouse. Pushing the teacher down to the floor with her foot, she stood up, and walked across the woman's body, digging her heels in as she went. "Go get my tool bag and a few of my men. These morons have no idea who they just fucked with." Before the woman could get up, she walked out the door and into the gymnasium and looked around. No one was in sight, but anyone could tell that people had left in a hurry.

Loud noise could be heard from one of the rooms and Kaori walked towards it, her heels making a clicking noise across the floor with each step. She looked into the room slightly, making sure that she wouldn't be noticed and she saw a few of her own maids and submissives naked in the room, unwillingly bound. Her anger soared, no one touched what was hers without permission. Reaching in, she grabbed a pool stick from the wall and walked to the table, the men almost completely oblivious to her at first. Bending down over the table, she took a shot that had all of the remaining balls go in order to the pockets. Standing straight, she brought the stick down hard on the table to get their attention and gave a chilling smile. "Looks like I win boys. Which one of you wants to be first?"

Cold as frost and as fluid as water, she moved when one of the men came at her, hitting his hand with the stick as he tried to grab her. When he kept on trying to attack her, she moved so fast that he couldn't even get a hand on her. In a move she had one stick under his leg and was flipping him up and over to land down hard enough on the pool table that a side of its legs snapped and he slipped off the side as it came crashing down. She licked blood off one of her nails and still looked as perfectly in place as had when she walked in, "So, tell me. Whose next?"

 

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The women in the room that knew Kaori, thus belonged to her, had their expressions changing. They knew they were in trouble for having been captured but they also knew their savior had arrived. A feeling that became stronger when she beat up her first opponent.

Oscar looked her up as she challenged them, trying to size her, to know what he was up against. A very pretty young woman, that was sure, but other than that, he had no clue about her technic or skills. Sure, she made a win but surprise might have played a part he thought before thinking "what the hell, like I've got time for this" and made quick gesture with the hand that had put his cards down saying "break her".

This was signal for all his men to go at her at once. All four of them since one was down and he would join only if it were really needed, which he doubted.

So all of them got up and dashed at her. They were used to fight together and wouldn't make some beginner's mistake such as blocking each other's sight.
No, the first one simply went for a punch, a second one tried to circle her to grab her, a third one tried a round kick from her right and the last one was about to target her leg with a low kick from the left.

All perfectly coordinated with a different timing each. Oscar was watching, convinced he would have down on her knees in a minute or so and then... then he'd enjoy making her his private slut, turnign this arrogance into abject submission.

 

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When they came after her all at once, she laughed, the sound dark but excited. She loved this, she lived for this, when those who opposed her Empire tried to take her down and failed. As they charged her, she could hear the footsteps of her servants out in the hall, but awaiting her command. Reaching up, she pulled four of her double toothed sticks out of her hair. As the first man threw a punch, she counter it and held him there with one of the hair sticks. As the second one tried to grab her, she headbutted him, and just as the third one was trying to kick her on the side and the fourth was going after her leg, she jumped onto the fourth mans leg, digging one heel into the pressure point to keep him immobile, wrapped her other leg around the third mans neck, holding one of the sticks to the fourth mans groin. In a catlike move, she spun her body into the air, throwing all four of the men away from her and into different directions before she threw her hair sticks one after the other, implanting them into vital places on the men. If she didn't remove them, the men would die.

Landing back on her feet, she looked at Oscar and raised a finger towards him and then bent it downwards to tell him to get on his knees before her. "Do you know whose territory you have stepped into," she paused thinking of what their little gang was called, "Moron boss of the Hand?" She did not wait for him to come to her and as she walked forward the man who had first attacked her woke up and tried to sneak up behind her. In a purely ballet move, she was behind him before he could touch her and looking into the leader of the Hand, she snapped the man's neck and let him drop to the floor dead. "My name is Amaterasu Kimiko Kaori, I am also known more widely as Kaida (Little Dragon). Are you prepared to part with your life?"

 

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How dared she? This was what first came to his mind. How dared she provoke him like that? She talked to him as if he was a child who had no sit in the big league but while she did beat his boys, Oscar knew he was the heart of the hand, he was and had always been the last line of defense, the man without whom there would be no band, no business, no opportunities, no nothing.

Standing up slowly, letting go of the leash and his cards he walked toward her saying "it's good you seem to be popular, your defeat will build up my rep" and he placed himself in position, in front of her "my fist has nothing to do with theirs" he precised and as soon as he finished his sentence, he threw a combination of quick jabs, a short controled hook and a knee strike which he followed by a very heavy punch. A blow that was destined to ko or break your defense.

Oscar would appear as a brash and too confident thug from an outside observer but, the truth was that he was aware of his own quality and deadliness.
Today, he was about to show her. Oh yes, he would defeat her, bring her down, break her and turn her into his personnal slut. She would soon beg him to take her like a little bitch.
This was the way it would be this, this was what the foodchain commanded, this was his destiny.

 

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Before he started to attack her, she took out two more of her double ended hair sticks and called out to no one in particular. "Hopefully one of my darlings has been getting this on video, that way I can post this utter disgrace online." She looked at him and smiled as he attacked her, using nothing but her hair sticks to dodge his moves, she barely even moved out of place. She didn't even look to see where his attacks would come from, just kept looking into his eyes. "You really are pathetic, you know that, don't you? No formal training at all, no real movements or defense, you just attack and attack, yet you aren't laying a hand on me. I could have killed you multiple times by now."

Just as he was throwing his last punch, she jabbed one of her sticks into the pressure point at his neck, paralyzing his body. Walking around him, she checked out his body, ran her hands over him; sizing him up and measuring his worth. Moving back in front of him, she looked up into his eyes. "I am Amaterasu Kimiko Kaori, the Kaida ruler of the Dragon Clan. Do you even know what that means? No, cat got your tongue? You will learn, because now, you belong to me. Be thankful, I just spared you your life. Betray me, I'll show you so much pain that you will beg me for death." Leaning up on her toes, she kissed his lips, her eyes sparkling with a dark mischief right before she roundhouse kicked him in the head, dropping him to the floor.

She walked over to the four remaining men that had her sticks implanted in them. Each one she passed, she pulled out her stick, licked it clean of the blood and put them back into her hair, at each one she spoke the same thing. "I know your scent, I know your blood, you cannot hide from me. From this moment on, your life belongs to me." Turning to her servants, guards, and submissives, her eyes were as cold as ice - the dragon shining through. "Take the four living back to my playroom and patch up the wounded, I can't have my new pets die on me. Get rid of the body, leave no trail behind. The leader will come to the bathhouse and be chained to the floor on his knees, strip him naked." With that, she walked out of the room and the girl videotaping the whole thing turned off her phone as they all said "Yes, Mistress."

Amaterasu walked through the halls, the clicking of her heels an angry beat. People were everywhere, but as she walked towards them, they moved out of her way, even those who did not know her. Out the doors she went, walking to her house, a Sorority Manson. Two women held the doors open for her and as she walked through the Manson she began to undress, leaving the clothing and hair accessories wherever they fell. Knowing that someone would pick them up. The double doors to the large bath were held open for her. The bath itself was extravagant, as large as a public pool and it had a fountain in the middle that kept the water running and fresh. There was a huge mural of a green and black dragon on the wall, one that was recently painted. Around the room there were chaise lounges and beds to relax on. The room looked more like a spa than an actual bathroom.

Amaterasu walked down the stairs into the tub wearing nothing but her high heels and jade dragon pendant. The water was just right and petals of exotic flowers floated all around her. Her pets had done good and she would reward them as such. A few that were standing outside of the bath waited for her orders, not daring to even step in without her command or even to clean themselves until after she was done. Raising her hand, she snapped her fingers, signalling them to disrobe and help her bathe.

 

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Upon her signal, the girls she kept as servants and pets finally moved, one taking her robe off and another, kneeling on all four, holding the stiletto heels to help her out of her shoes as she walked into the large pool to bath.

Those two young women didn't stay though and exited the room to join those who took care of the hair accessories and clothes their mistress let fall on the floor.

But their queen needed not to worry since 13 maids still remained. Those 8 could be divided into three categories. Those to serve her during her bath, which were naked, those to serve her after which wore a french maid uniform and those to serve her in between which wore a french maid outfit too. All of them at their Mistress' beck and call.

Those to serve her after her bath quickly took place near the largest and most confortable lounge chair.
One laid on her back by the end of the chair so she could later be used as a human foot stool.
Another one, knelt next to her, ready to serve her mistress' feet, either for a pedicure or to worship her feet.
One knelt by the hand rest to lter take care give her a manicure and a last one was standing up, head looking down, holding a silver plate with a dildo, a bottle of champagne, a crystal glass and freshly cut fruit bites.

Those to serve her in between were staying by the pool, one awaiting her with a pair of Chanel high heeled slippers, one with a black Flower of England robe and two other holding fresh and warm white towels

The remaing four were the one to serve her during her bath. Of all her servants, they felt like the chosen ones, granted with the nicest possible reward.
All of Kaori's pets had something in common, they learned to worship her both out of adoration and utter fear.
So, two were washing her arms and hands, one on her right, one on her left.
A third one was washing her belly as well as her breast and her eyes were felt with adoration, silently begging for the right to touch her womanhood underwater.
The fourth one, washng her back, was also silently kissing her lovely's mistress ass.

The 13th maid was playing violin in a corner, making her owner's bath the most possibly agreable.

This was in th emidst of that imperial and extravangant bath scene that Oscar woke up.

His eyes slowly opening, his skin acomodating to the sweet warmth, he was completely naked save for a black trunk covering his manhood and a collar with a chain tying him to the wall.

The room in itself was rather large and built to relaxing effect.
The floor felt like marble and there were huge marble columns going up to the very high roof.
Osccar also noticed the soft music but, most of all, he saw the one who sent him to morpheus' realms and destroyed his gang.
The beautifull japanese woman aroused him of course, she was petite but devinely shaped, her skin seemed flawless, perfect like only photoshoped women on magazines could be, and all of her moves, even the most subtle ones expressed grace and delicacy.

Still, it was rage that filled his heart, not reason, and as soon as he regained his senses, he guessed the chain holding him was long enough for him to reach her on a simple dash while she was occupied.

He took his chance and rushed at her with all his last hope strength, not paying attention to the maids anymore, or the luxuous surroundings, or even the music. No, he only focused on hitting her as hard as possible, bringing her down in one powerfull strike. One so strong, he thought even if she'd actually block it, it would destroy her anyway.