A Boy to Remember (HC part 6)

By JS2007

In the snows of late February, when the new term commenced after the Luna New Year break, Helen and Mahogany restarted their studies, but then out of the blue Helen had been summoned to a meeting with her new student councillor. Helen’s first interview with professor Nakimura was seared into her memory. Somehow he had assigned himself to her as her student mentor, even though he usually only looked after Japanese students, and she of course was a Chinese American, or so her passport said. However as soon as Helen heard his name she knew she was facing trouble, and in her first interview with the old Japanese professor, instead of care and support, he offered just mockery and scorn, belittling the woman who sobbed in front of his angry stare, he knew she had hidden secrets, and had already guessed at many of them.

‘So to sum up Miss Chung, or whoever you really are, I will be reporting you, and you will have to start the year again in September.’ To make sure there was no misunderstandings the professor was speaking in his, and of course her, native tongue, Japanese, not in either of her three registered languages with the University, Cantonese, Mandarin and English, ‘and do not cry,’ the young women he was verbally assaulting now had her hands over her face and was visibly sobbing, ’You can recover properly from your injuries and in the next six months do some real study. I must admire your plan of having all your course work done by hired ex-students,’ and here the man smiled,’ but just a pity you had no way to notify your ghost writers that you were in hospital in a coma when your first pieces of work were submitted, and then the notes on my business lectures were excellent, but as you were not able to attend those lectures during your first term, your master plan has rather backfired.’

‘I think I have a good idea as to what type of institution you have come from Helen Chung,’ hissed Professor Nakimua, ‘and the results of those simple questionnaires you failed to even understand, let alone complete, confirms me in my suspicions. Not only do you not meet any of the minimum requirements in English and Chinese, you are nearly illiterate in our own language, and your various diplomas in Science and Business Studies are simple fantasy. Your very pretty, resourceful, and no doubt desperate, and I suspect have many other skills, but none of those will help you keep up with the basic academic course work which you will need, even with the help of your cheating ghost writer.’

In the corner of the room Mahogany was shocked by the humiliation Helen was facing, though she had guessed the situation some months back. The two had attended a couple of lectures and Helen had not only taped them but insisted Mahogany take the notes in English for her as she said the trembling in her hands would make her writing illegible, but before that Helen had had the big women help her with forms and signing off on her medical insurances, claiming bouts of double vision. Mahogany had realised the Black Asian 22 year old was basically illiterate. The very expensive voice transcription software she used to do the work she did do herself, the American had noticed, were already installed on her laptop and tablet, as was the text reader that was top of the range and translating inexplicably for an American Chinese, from English and Mandarin into Japanese. However the professors probing went deeper than just the language problem, and had thoroughly demolished the young women who now sat with bended head in her wheelchair, having been discovered as the uneducated waif she really was. Her education had been in things he could not even imagine.

‘Why did you ever come here to Shanghai, you foolish girl?’

It was all to do with a boy, Helen mused, it was always with her either a handsome boy or a beautiful girl, but this particular young man was very, very special.

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Then…

She was now drenched in sweat and panting from exertion, her short silver hair plastered to her head and neck, as she tried to work out her anger at the result of the disciplinary meeting. She pirouetted into her trade mark spin kick making the bag shudder at the impact, and then smacked the top of the bag with her high split axe kick, guaranteed to scramble the brains of her victims. The 19 year olds naked body danced around bare foot as she attacked and attacked again her passive victim. The swinging ‘Heavy Bag’ was suffering from repeated kicks, chops, and punches, standing in for the uncaring fools of the College Disciplinary Committee and there outrageous attitude. The three seniors of the Honour Council had decided without even bothering to listen to her side of the story, and what was more infuriating was that her efforts in saving the little bitch’s life were completely ignored. The two girls on the Council were both fighters and should have known better than to side with that four-eyed Otaku. When the College security had carried her back to the students dorm her best friend Miki had cried at the state she was in, but then her tears had turned to cold anger at Arimi when she heard about the first year girl being rushed to hospital due to the beating her friend had given to the 18 year old novice.

‘You promised me, you would never do it again,’ her friend had sobbed, and then had not spoken to her since. The whole school seemed to be holding its breath awaiting another explosion of violence, all except the lecturer in charge of ‘Special Projects’. Arimi had been sat gloomily alone at her ostracized lunch-table until Fuso, one of her classmates, had sat down opposite her, but then the lecturer had approached and immediately invited her to attend one of his lessons, to see if he could get her interested in his own little assassination bureau. Her face had gone ashen, this was the last thing she needed, but luckily Fuso, who was also her study tutor, had interrupted, he had calmly told the teacher that she was busy doing catch-up classes in Surveillance Tech with him that evening. As the annoyed man had left she had turned to thank the small bespectacled 20 year old, but he had only shrugged, taken his glasses off so as to give her a hard unfriendly glare, and then hissed.

‘You are a disgrace to the College,’ before calmly continuing to eat his ramen in silence, while keeping her company at her otherwise quarantined table. His regular presence at her table at meals however did stop the insults, threats and attempted bullying she had been subjected too from some of the other students, who knew due to her disciplinary she could not defend herself. However she gasped at the boys undisguised loathing, Fuso was supposed to be the school’s nice guy, and had plenty of girls chasing him as he was rich and well connected. However he was a nerd, and even though plenty of her classmates envied her position as his remedial pupil, he had not made a move on her once when they were studying alone, sat on her large double bed, while he tried to give some basic education to the brothel reared young women. Gay she guessed. It had been her bad luck that the following day it was Fuso, as head of the student council, who was judging her conduct. He was in the ‘Technical and Surveillance’ study stream at the Yakuza college they both attended, and had only minimal fighting and combat experience, but he was the Principle’s pet, so her friends had been too scared to go against him. She had been sentenced to four weeks of toilet cleaning duty, and would therefore become a laughing stock in the school, an amazingly light sentence. Luckily the other part of her punishment, which the little twerp had taken great glee in pronouncing, would have no effect at all. She had been excluded from her senior double room and moved to a single, and forbidden contact with her lover. She had seen the sly smiles of the two girls who knew she had no lover, unlike nearly all the other seniors for whom that punishment would have probably led to heartbreak and infidelity. Her old reputation was as an insatiable man and women eater, but after a particularly nasty fight over a boy, she now found it hard to make any new relationships, and this was not helped by her violent reputation and quick brutal temper, but for appearances she had kept fresh all the old tales that had so excited the other students. She had glared across at the boy, who gave her a smug smile while she boiled.

Losing face and respect was everything to Arimi, and her anger had driven her to stay late in the gym, pounding on the leather, while the rest of the students at the elite finishing school for crime, slept or fucked the night away. She had expected to have lost her Captaincy of the Fight Team, but the Otaku had missed the most obvious punishment, and she still had all her privileges too. He had however condescendingly reminded her that he also had the power to put her back on the drugs regime she had had when she had started at the college. For the first time she had seen concern pass quickly over the young man’s face, as the shock of that threat had made her lose herself completely. She flushed with anger and smacked a particularly hard blow into the leather padded bag at the memory of her dishonouring tears, and she had started to beg for any other punishment but that. The recollection of those days, when she was just a zombie, subdued until released only to fight, had turned her pale, and tears had sprung to her eyes. She hated the thought of showing her fear in front of that cold fish, but at least he had quickly moved on, and not followed up the threat.

About midnight the door to the gym swung open and in trooped her visitors. The three remaining members of Mercury’s little gang, the girl she had beaten into the ER only three days before, looked angry and apprehensive as they shucked off their clothes, revealing their fit 18 year old nude bodies to the glare of the gyms harsh lighting. Gin flicked back her platinum hair, for she was ‘Gin’ now, her fighting persona taking over effortlessly from the student Arimi. She studiously ignored the three other young women as she towelled her glistening ‘California Girl’ spray tanned KoGaru sweaty body. Hesitantly they looked at each other before with a scream they rushed at her. She tried to hide a smile; they hadn’t even worked out a strategy to attack the taller more muscled and infinitely more experienced fighter, but just rushed in like a pack of dogs, wailing like banshees to overcome their obvious fear at facing a known killer. Like Gin, they all had dyed hair, the tallest, least muscled vixen’s was cut short and straight and honey blonde, the smallest had curly brownish blonde hair with pink streaks, and both had the darker spray on tan of the GanGaru ‘Gangsta Girl’ street tribe of Japan’s girl gangs. The other teen was an African-Brazilian exchange student from some Rio favela’s South Side gang, but she also had her shoulder length straightened hair dyed golden blonde, and had even dyed her eye brows, but her body was its natural blue black, in no need of an imitation Beyoncé spray.

It was ‘Brazilian’ who attacked first, sending a swinging kick towards Gin’s ribs. She was obviously aiming for the livid mass of bruises that decorated her right side, a reminder of her desperate fight with Mercury, but she was not quick enough. Ducking round the practice bag the silver haired older girl easily blocked the blow, grabbing hold of the flying leg and upending the junior year student, who crashed to the floor. Meanwhile aided by the length of her long legs ‘Honey’ managed to close and catch ‘Gin’ with a round house blow to the side of the face which the older teen only half blocked. As her left eye started to swell Gin thought at least there was no need to worry about rules for this fight; no rules brawls, were no rules brawls, just try not to kill anyone if possible. A snap kick to Honey’s hairless cunt lips elicited a scream from the younger women, and she waddled back holding her sex, allowing Gin to smash a high impact axe kick flush onto the younger girls head sending her to the floor. However it was ‘Streaks’ who had maybe thought more about this ambush than her friends. Seeing her opportunity as the silver amazon dodged away, flinging her head back to clear her eyes of her long shining hair, the smallest of the three vixens had dived at the older girl and snagged hold of the breast their leader had so cruelly brutalized only a few days earlier.

Gin let out a wail of protest and her head swam at the agony that suddenly invade her body. Streaks jumped behind the taller stronger champion fighter and fixed both of her small sets of claws into the large swollen discoloured mass of the older students left breast. Tears erupted from Gin’s eyes as she desperately tried to unfasten the ripping gouging fingers. She could feel the stitches tearing and the small draining tube that had been fitted to help the medical staff remodel her breast after the deforming injuries from her last fight was pulled out with a gush of lymph, blood, and milk. Through a mist of pain she saw Brazilian pull back a fist and instinctively she ducked under the blow, to be rewarded by a scream from Streaks. Spinning round she saw the small teen was now bent double holding her face as gore dripped from her busted nose, and completely forgetting this was a fight, Brazilian rushed up to console her friend presenting her back to her much more experienced foe. Gin would have liked nothing better than to have staggered back, sucking in some much needed air and console her injured milker, but in a real no rules catfight she who hesitates is lost. Brazilian wailed in protest, and then as Gin pushed harder she screamed in unearthly agony, begging the older women to stop before she ruined her. To the side of the gym the weights had been left stacked, and beside them the weights round metal bar, it was this that the platinum blonde cat had shot straight into the tight dark hole of the black’s ass. That had stopped the well-muscled vixen dead, but then as the junior had tried to straighten up, both hands pulling at the slippery, now blood coated weight bar, Gin had given a grunt of exertion and sent it deep inside her. Hysterically Brazilian staggered away, impaled and screaming for someone to take out the weapon. The black girl wobbled to the wall where she stopped, hunched over, whimpering, as blood pooled below her, eyes screwed shut in pain and terror.

Gin was nearly caught by the same novice mistake the ebony kitten had made, and lingered; just a bit too long, concerned as to whether she might have ruptured the other student’s bowels. She saw the blur of movement at the last minute and managed to deflect most of the force of the blow, but she was still however thrown to the floor as the hard steel disk of a 25lb weight smacked into her right shoulder. Honey, not satisfied with flinging only the one solid metal weapon, had quickly bent to retrieve another from the wall rack and before Gin could scoot out of range on all fours; she had narrowly escaped serious injury as an even heavier solid weight had cracked into the wood flooring near her head, sending splinters flying. Rolling she sprung back to her feet, rubbing desperately at her arm to try to relieve the numbing effect of the blow, as pain pulsed through her whole right side. However in her relief at avoiding near disaster she had lost track of one of her opponents. Then pain shot though her neck and it all went dark. The pain in her side was only slightly abated, but as her senses retuned it was the throbbing in her neck and head that concerned her most. She realized it must have been Streaks who had crept up behind her and karate chopped her to the neck, but she was either inept or careless and had by the tingling down Gin’s spine, nearly killed her senpai with the blow, or were these three really here to kill her. Gin’s eyes slowly refocused, and she could hear the concerned voices of the two Japanese girls as they tried to comfort and help the ebony Brazilian.

‘It’s stuck.’ Scream. ‘Here let me try.’ Scream. ‘Sorry, please don’t cry.’ Whimper.

‘What if I twist it?’ Wail. ‘Lets both try together.’ Scream. Scream. Scream.

As Gin sat up holding her sore head she focused on the now prostrate twitching charcoal body of the Brazilian, as the other two Japanese young women stood side by side looking in wonder at the blood and shit covered end of the metal pole they had just extracted from her ass. She knew she had little time before they came after her with that very pole with thoughts of revenge. Gin got gingerly to her feet, head still spinning, and staggered across to the wall behind the engrossed juniors, knowing the only form of defence was offence. The first the two dark tanned blondes knew of her recovery was when they spun round in response to a screamed challenge. With a yell she leapt off the wall bars to double drop kick them; the added height given by climbing half way up the frame enabling her hard bare feet to find soft targets in the blossoming breast of the two 18 year old teens. With matching screams both young women were flung back clutching an injured mammary as Gin’s luck held, and she landed with a thud on top of the agonized form of the nude dark chocolate fighter.

For a minute the gym was quiet as Gin slowly recovered her wind and the GanGaru’s whimpered in pain as one tender breast apiece filled with blood due to the crushing damage of glands onto unyielding bone. To Gin’s delight the left breast of Streak had taken the hardest hit and was now purple, with the swollen distorted teat dripping blood, as the teen sobbed, holding the baby feeder. Honey’s right breast had fared a little better, but was still swollen two sizes bigger than it’s fellow, and red and veined from the assault, and hanging three inches lower than its companion. The Brazilian below Gin whined and tried to get up as she slowly recovered her senses. The weight of the senior women kept her pinned as she moaned in protest at her captivity. The platinum haired bitch was laying full length across her battered body, naked golden Oriental skin pressing down the blue black Brazilian, their blood and sweat mingling as they were wielded together in near exhaustion, black and pink erect clits nuzzling up to each other. Gin smiled across at the pained faces of the two Japanese students, ten foot away, both propped up against the far wall of the gym, and then looked down into the pained face of the ebony girl. Gripping the muscled black teen by her long golden hair, she lifted her head up to give her a long passionate kiss, before tenderly licking away the tears off of the younger female’s face.

‘Sorry, in other circumstances this might have been fun, but I’m afraid I’m normally only turned on by boys, but in your case I would have made an exception,’ she whispered into the staring brown pools of the Brazilian 18 year old’s eyes, and then pounded the back of her head down hard onto the wooden floor sending her back into dream land. With a scream at the brutality to her friend, and Gin suspected lover, Streak leapt up and charged across at the recumbent form of the older girl to be met by the quickly rising Gin who leg swept the charging teen’s feet out from under her. Honey got halfway up before Gin snapped a kick under her chin sending her to crash back against the wall and fall in a dishevelled crying heap by the other GanGaru. Streak regained her footing again only to fall victim to one of the champions most vicious moves, she sunk her talons into both the smaller woman’s teats and then threw her across the gym by her tender milkers. Gin’s own nasty take on the move was to hang on with all the strength in her claws, and let the sheer force of the throw rip the teats free form her talons in a spray of blood. Streaks howled and rolled across the floor whimpering at the assault on her chest. Now Gin danced around both downed Japanese females, ignoring her own pain and dizziness, ignoring fatigue and loss of blood, raining kicks onto the rolling and dodging, naked sweaty bodies of the two younger women, as they repeatedly tried to rise and fight her, but were continually smacked back to the floor. Eventually a lucky flailing leg from Honey managed to connect, and Gin was stopped short as her clit was bruised and gouged by sharpened toenails. Adrenaline suddenly ran out for the 19 year old, a hard fight only 72 hours previous and now this battering had finally drained her tanks.

Honey scrambled up to take advantage of the staggering, wobbling Fight Captain. Desperate to finish this she snatched hold of Gin’s right arm and pulling hard to keep the weakened senior off balance she kicked up into the taller girl’s lower stomach. Gin croaked and coughed as her guts were crushed and she was left gasping and sick from the blow. Encouraged by her friend the other battered GanGaru pushed herself up from the cold floor to fasten a tight grip onto the silver haired beauties other arm, swinging in a knee as she did so to connect with a splat on the hot hairless cunt of the injured amazon. The battering Gin had taken only a few days before was now telling on her abused body, and she let out a yell of agony as her already brutalised clit was crushed. The two blondes exchanged an exhausted smile as they held the bigger girl bent over and slowly forced her protesting to the floor, and then they unleashed a barrage of bare footed stomps and kicks into the naked torso of the golden skinned older girl. Gin’s body was already a tapestry of bruises from the fight with Mercury, but Streak and Honey filled in the few spaces left with fresh blue and purple discolorations. Gin was now on her knees, head bent over, bedraggled hair hanging limp across her face, her screams now silent, only grunting as another blow fell. She had refused to beg for mercy, but in their frenzy it was unlikely the other teens were even able to stop. They were now completely carried away in the rush of an unexpected victory, and Gin was trying her hardest not to piss and shit herself even though she knew that they must be very close to crippling her kidneys and maybe even killing her. Tears flooded down her cheeks, and then the battering stopped.

Though light head with pain she clearly heard shouted commands, a protest from one of the GanGaru’s and then the hiss and discharge of a Tazer, followed swiftly by the agonized screams of Streak. The spray tanned dark brown skinned junior was now shaking in torment, frothing at the mouth, rigid on the floor, while Honey still protested with whoever had interrupted their victory party. However, now with her right arm released from the pink highlighted blonde’s vice like grip Gin cut short the argument with a ‘hot finger’ jab. Being on her knees she was at the exact level for a crippling blow to the younger woman’s excited clit. Winning had got Honey all engorged, erect and dripping, and Gin did feel sorry for cheating her of a well won victory as her stabbing index finger sliced through the smooth, shaved cunt lips of the junior to crush and slice her clit. Mercifully she howled only once before fainting to fall unconscious beside the similarly unmoving bodies of her two friends. Gin heard the click of the gym phone and then a subdued male voice calling for medical assistance, ‘Some sort of brawl between three juniors,’ and then as she tried to get up her head had spun and she staggered, collapsing towards the hard wooden floor. She had a foggy recollection of comforting arms catching her as she fell, and then of being picked up carefully, and gently carried to the senior’s area aid post, tended to, and dosed with boosters, FightDrug and painkillers. It was only when they had taken a pause for a rehydrating drink of cold ginseng tea near dawn, both exhausted by a long night of frantic rutting, that she had had time to wonder why it was that Fuso had checked on her in the gym, and had arrived just in time to rescue her from death. It was not till days later that she found out he had been checking on her regularly, to make sure she was safe, ever since it had become common knowledge that Mercury’s gang were out to get her.

A week later, sitting right at the back in a boring history lecture, after she had made up her rift with Miki, she had tried to explain to her friend that it was only the heat of catfight fever that had forced her to fuck that little shit, before going to the medical wing the next day. How could she ever love a boy a full three inches shorter than she was? However she had sworn her to secrecy; officially she had to wait nearly a month before she could have a lover, but then again it had been that fucker who had decreed the punishment in the first place. ‘Fucker, Fuck Her’, she had to hide a laugh, causing the lecturer to give her a disapproving look, so she quickly buried her head in her book, pretending to study. She mused that for someone top of his class in surveillance Fuso knew nothing about girls, and had blindly believed all the rumours of her rampant sex life. With a smile she realized she had taken out all her frustrations and pain, as well as nine months of celibacy, on the small boy’s body, leaving him nearly as bruised and bloody as she was. She was surprised to find out that he had somehow remained a virgin, with all the temptations college girls had to offer, though now it did appear he was aiming to catch up with his friends as quickly as possible, fucking her in all possible positions at every opportunity.

She also realized that at this rate she was never going to be able to recover from her injuries, as he was keeping her sore and exhausted; she frowned and then broke into a broad smile, but also blissfully satisfied. After the first night of raw drug fuelled passion, he had shown her a whole other side to sex; gentle, erotic, adventurous. He seemed to have pass keys to nearly the whole school and a knack of knowing which CCTV cameras were not working, and when otherwise busy public rooms would not be in use. So at the lunch breaks, between lectures and during all her free periods she had coupled with the Otaku, in the gym, lecturers common room, men and ladies showers, the college shrine, as well as in his, her, and even her tutors study room, before enjoying long nights in his arms, in of all places the colleges padded duelling pit. All this within a whisker of discovery and punishment, and to add to it all, the ‘rich kid’ had bombarded her with lingerie to slip into, so he could enjoy slipping it off her, before slipping it to her.

Her phone buzzed and she giggled as she read the text message, ‘The Principal’s office now. I have purchased a large tin of Maple Syrup and pot of fresh cream. You will be my bowl, and I promise to lick the plate clean. Principle-san will however have to clean his own desk.’ Her already very bad grades were going to suffer as her remedial classes were now being spent studying a very different subject to those intended.

Now…

For Helen those few months had been so happy, in a life so full of pain, anger and fear.

She loved that boy, and would do so till she died, she would never betray him, and had decided long ago to take their most precious secret to the grave with her