Goryeo National Detentional Academy

March 17, 2018

The attendants grabbed at Vivian's arms and dragged him into the shock therapy rooms. Kicking and struggling, he was bodily forced onto one of the beds and strapped down. He lay there panting heavily and fighting hard against the hands pushing him down. He cried out and tried to look to Madam Eun-Jung for help but she was set on doing this. His cries were stopped as his mouth was filled with grainy, purple magic by one of the hall monitors. They had to stop him from being able to cry out because his non-human voice could shatter glass and affect the machines. He could still make weaker moans and whimpers through his nose but they were within an audible range. Once that was done, they held his head in place and braced his head into position so he could not shake off the electrodes.

Next, a catheter was inserted into his penis. His cock gave a twitch as the tube was inserted into the slit and he bucked slightly at the sensation, causing the nurse holding him gave him a dirty look. He groaned softly from embarrassment, wishing he could apologise. His cock was very sensitive at the tip and just inside it. He hated that even putting a catheter tube in there stimulated him, especially at this time and situation.

Finally, when he could not move, scream or piss himself, Doctor Heneul Song started attaching the sticky electrode pads to Vivian's head. Vivian could do nothing but pant in fear as the wires were attached to him and the machine began to hum. Other monitors were attached to him to make sure they didn't actually kill him in the process. It had happened before that students had died on the shock therapy table. He clenched his hands and eyes tight, bracing for the excruciating pain that was to come next.

It was like a severe headache at first but soon it felt as if Vivian's brain were going to burst from his skull. Every neuron was on fire, sending pain, pressure, heat and cold messages through his brain. His ears heard the most deafening sounds and his eyes saw blinding white. It got worse. Vivian always recovered from the "therapy" faster than other students so they deduced that it affected him less and he needed more stimulation for the same result. In truth, his body was just as sensitive to the therapy as other students but his body was better at healing itself.

Vivian shrieked into the gag. His eyes went wide and began to water. His pupils dilated until there was nothing left of the blue and the whites of his eyes became so bloodshot that they turned red. His body began to convulse and thrash against the straps holding him in place. His nostrils flared as he could not seem to breathe hard enough, chest rising and falling drastically. He continued to shriek until his voice gave way and all that came out was a coarse, gurgling sound. Still the doctor kept going for a good hour, gradually increasing the strength of the electricity coursing through the asvang's body. The machine whined in protest. Eventually the coarse cries stopped, indicating that Vivian's brain was already fried. His eyes glazed over but his body continued to convulse from the shocks.

Eventually Vivian's heart gave way and the heart monitor sung its warning. They'd gone too far. Vivian's shirt was ripped open and soon a new source of electricity was pumping through his body, this time trying to re-stimulate his heart. The student's whole body jerked as the defibrillator paddles sent pulses through his chest. It took a few times but soon his heart was beating on its own again. It had been a close call. He would need to be monitored for the next hour before being sent back to classes. That way the students could properly see the consequences of trying to escape.

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Chapter 2

For the next twenty days, Vivian did not respond to stimulus at all. He did not speak, eat, blink, piss or even shit of his own volition. Everything was autonomic in action. There was no cognition at all. He needed a piss bag to stop him from pissing himself and a diaper to collect his shit. He needed to be lifted from his chair and walked down the hall to the cafeteria. He needed the bowl to be lifted to his lips and the blood poured into his mouth. When left alone, the other students would take his bowl and pour it over his head. He made no response when this happened. He just sat there in a daze. He could still see, feel and hear what was happening around him and he did record memories but his brain was too fried to make sense of any of it.

At night Vivian slept in whatever Kahma dressed him in, if the keeper even bothered to change his ward's clothes. He lay on top of the bed with his eyes open the entire time. He didn't close his eyes, just blink whenever his autonomic nervous system told him to. His breathing didn't change from a sluggish, shallow rhythm and he didn't move the entire night. It was impossible to tell whether he was awake or asleep because he remained the same the entire night. He would lay there perfectly still until he was moved the next morning. In this state, it was impossible for him to do anything on his own. The longer the shock therapy continued, the longer it would take for him to recover.

All this meant extra work for Vivian's keeper. Kahma was responsible for dressing him, bringing him to class in the morning, bathing him, feeding him and even changing his diaper and piss bag when they were full. Unfortunately, on this day at the shock therapy rooms there had been another patient waiting after Vivian. They had rushed his shock therapy and forgotten to attach a fresh piss bag after the other one had been taken off.

When Kahma came in and sat next to him, he might eventually notice that the bed he was sitting on was wet. Vivian had pissed himself and had been sitting in his own waste for a good hour. He didn't notice. He just sat there in the position he'd been placed into with his eyes staring forward. His eyes didn't move as Kahma waved a hand in front of him and he didn't focus on anything. It was as if there was nothing there. Nobody was home. The only response anyone would get from him was a sluggish dilating of his pupils when a torch was flashed in them.

March 29, 2018

The wetness that suddenly seeped into Kahma's pants was alarming. He shot up from his spot and turned around. "You've got to be shitting me!" His bed...was soaked with piss. His hand balled into a fist. It was so tight that his arm began to shake. "Fucking unbelievable." Not only did he have to change his pants but there was the addition of the blanket, the beds sheets, and why not the whole damn mattress because fuck that.

His mismatched eyes narrowed at the pale asvang in front of him. "Damn...vegitable."

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There were several instances where Kahma considered dropping Vivian off somewhere and having another take care of him...but then there was the fact that he was an asvang, and people would do worse things to him than he did. He ran a hand through his brown hair. The strands tickled the webs between his fingers. His mouth was set in a thin line as he looked at the man laying down beneath him. He had changed out the sheets and blankets, his clothes, burned his clothes and then bathed with the piss smelling ward. Then again to be fair they both smelled like piss but it was far more gross because it wasn't his own piss.

After bathing and clearing out the room from Vivian's little accident Kahma had lied him down on the bed, simply hovering over him with a deepened glare. One hand was pressed against the bed beside Vivian's left shoulder, and the same applied with Kahma's other hand on the the right. His eyes stared deep into the dilated ones below him. "I don't know what the fuck is going on...but I'm going to find out."

He brought his hand to Vivian's chin, lightly pressing at the blonde's lower lip. His eyes scanned the others face almost as if he was expecting something...but he knew how little Vivian would react to physical contact. The fruity smell in the air somehow made the situation ironic. It smelled good but within it was a vegetable. A pissing, non-reacting, quiet vegetable.

Kahma groaned and lied his head down beside Vivian's own. "I swear I'll fuckin...." The man let out a groan of distressed annoyance. He was already done with the day...but it had yet to truly begin.

March 30, 2018

Vivian's chest rose and fell softly as he breathed, almost as if he were asleep with his eyes open. He moved wherever he was repositioned, whether standing or sitting. Kahma could move him into any position or do anything he wanted with his ward and Vivian wouldn't even gasp or blink in surprise. He had to be physically moved though, otherwise he would remain in the same spot. He had to have someone holding his hand while he walked and had to be pushed back onto the bed in order to lay down. All the while, his eyes never moved or even focused on anything.

To think - Vivian would have been horrified to realise he was being bathed by another man! While he made no objections, he would remember this and be disgusted and ashamed by it when he did have the sense to feel such things. A person's body was private, for the Goddess's sake! It wasn't something to be touched by other people and gandered at in public showers! Not to mention that Kahma would have to touch him in unmentionable places to wash off the piss and manoeuvre him about to put his clothes back on.

The intimate attention afterwards wasn't much better. Kahma lay hovering over Vivian's body and peering deep into his eyes. They were so close! Vivian could smell the man's scent, along with the scent of soap. He could also see Kahma's face now too. It was scarred and his eyes were odd colours. Vivian would remember that later and puzzle over the scars, especially given that Kahma hated having his face touched. Had something terrible happened to him?

Unfortunately for Kahma, Vivian still did not have a catheter and piss bag so the same thing was likely to happen again. All it would take was for Vivian's bladder to become full and he would piss himself again. There was no control there. There was no control in his arse either and Kahma must have taken off the diaper to shower him. Either he had a fresh one on or he did not. Luckily, since asvang did not eat solid food and their bodies absorbed most of the blood they drank, he would not likely need to shit for a day or two. The nurses usually saw to that when they finished his shock therapy session.

April 4, 2018

He wouldn't say it out loud- even if Vivian was in a vegetable state but; what Kahma had said was a promise. He would find out what the hell was going on and he'd put a permanent stop to it.

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The next day came and went with no suspicious activity from anyone Vivian and him came in contact with. Throughout the day he had even attempted to use his second sense- but his nose was filled with nothing but the smell of fetid fear. His eyes would often tear up when he inhaled too much of it. The only fear that smelt even remotely good was Vivian's and that of the higher ups. Everyone below him- save for Vivian were filthy. Their scents all smelled so alike in the most disgusting fashion. It was for that reason that he had stopped using his second sense to track anyone who may have had anything to do with Vivian's strange behavior.

Upon the second day Kahma made sure Vivian was walking right beside him, he would give others a look if they even brushed past his ward. No one was to touch him in his presence. His eyes narrowed at anyone who dared to look at Vivian. Their eyes had to remain off or they were deemed suspicious. The brunette escorted him to exercise- in which Vivian...didn't do much of anything besides stand around. Then to breakfast where he had to spoon feed Vivian which annoyed him to no end. He felt as if he were babysitting...and last but not least his first two classes.

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Kahma yawned as he left his dorm. The man had taken a small nap solely out of boredom but it was getting around time to collect Vivian from class- today he figured he'd come early so he could get him to his next class, and go catch up on more Z's. However, as Vivian's class door came into view he saw one of the guards of the building with...his ward. This was beyond suspicious. No one was authorized to remove Vivian from classes besides himself. One thing he noticed was how close the guard was keeping Vivian, the blonde asvang was simply...following but it was only because of his recent behavior.

With narrowed eyes, and hands tightened into fists Kahma quietly followed, keeping his malicious intent as far under the wraps as possible. Oh how his fingers ached to choke the life out of that fool who dared lay a filthy hand on something that belonged to him. Kahma's things- his toys were not to be tampered with. It was all his- ALL HIS. His arms began to shake as his rage built up, boiling over in his core but he kept a calm outlook save for the trembling arms. His hands were balled so tight his knuckles were turning white.

It was roughly a three minute walk to reach their destination. Once Kahma saw what room the man turned into with his Ward- something in him snapped but he didn't move right away. His strides were even, slow, and steadily paced. His hands relaxed, and his eyes dimmed. A smile formed on his face as he stood just outside the door. Everyone in this room...was royally fucked.

April 4, 2018

There wasn't a single protest, not a peep, from Vivian as he was lifted up from his desk and marched out of the room by a guard. The man gripped tight to the man's upper arm as if he thought Vivian might just be faking his disorder and might escape at any moment. The security guard kept a firm grip on the young man the whole way to the shock therapy rooms. There, he handed the young man over to the nurses.

Two of the nurses, one male and one female, guided Vivian up onto one of the beds and laid him down. There was no fear on his face this time and no struggling. He wasn't even aware of what was about to happen to him. They took his pants off and pulled his hair out of the way without a single protest. Vivian just lay there like a rag doll as the nurses strapped him into place and slipped a catheter up his cock.

'Where's his diaper?' one of the nurses asked. 'Where's the urine drainage bag?'

'Either Kahma took it off or we forgot it,' the male nurse answered. 'It doesn't matter now. Just get him prepped.'

'That sadistic hall monitor probably thought it would be amusing to let him defecate in his pants. We're lucky he didn't mess himself in class,' the female said.

'Yeah,' the male said, not making any comment. 'Doctor, we're ready for you.'

The nurses stood back and let the doctor attach the electrodes to Vivian's head. They had another "patient" to get ready for shortly. The male nurse remained with the doctor as he set turned on the machine. It started to hum quietly as it was set to a low level. Vivian's pupils dilated but he made no other response. He was too badly damaged for any emotional responses, such as screaming, and the shock wasn't yet powerful enough to cause muscles to contract or create convulsions.

Doctor Heneul Song turned the dial up higher and higher. Soon Vivian's entire body was convulsing and straining against the straps. He started to make strange, unformed vocalisations as the muscles of his chest and throat contracted. Every muscle was on fire. His entire body was contracting and flexing until they were liable to sprain but he was completely unaware of the pain. His eyes got wider and soon they were bloodshot, until they were nothing more than two black circles on a red background. Sweat started to bead on the young man's body and soon covered him in a thin film. His heart was beating and clenching rapidly and his intercostal muscles were too constricted for him to breathe. Again, they were pushing the limit of what his body could take.

April 4, 2018

Vivian wouldn't make noise...but Kahma could so clearly hear the bed moving fiercely. He had heard the nurses and the familiarity disgusted him. It angered him....He placed a hand on the handle of the door. Rational thoughts leaving his mind as the door was forced from its frame, slamming onto the floor within the room. His mismatched eyes were cold, eyeing those in the room, even his ward who wouldn't be able to respond properly.

The room shifted, the temperature dropping as the figure that had broke down the door simply stood in the doorway. His lips parted, solid water that spewed out as a cloud from his mouth released into the air. "You were right about one thing...I am sadistic." His eyes looked over the machine sending electric currents through the electrodes. For a moment he felt glued to his spot. The memories flashed through his mind in a blurry haze.

The painful...vivid memories of those days and it infuriated him. His legs were moving before he could even register it in his mind. He let his fist do the talking for him, colliding with the torture machine, his balled hand bloodying as the metal scraped against his skin but his rage completely numbed the pain.

The machine slammed into the wall, the electric shock that shot up Kahma's arm from the contraption went unnoticed as he tackled the doctor to the ground. This was what his classes were about. He had been trained to manifest and control several more forms of magic, and electricity was one of them. The shock was redirected straight into the man beneath Kahma. His devilish growl was drowned out as the person beneath him began to convulse much like Vivian. The electrons moving through the doctor's body quickened until tissues and nerves were damaged enough to leave the man in critical condition.

Kahma glared daggers at the nurses in the room and they immediately backed off. "To touch my ward right under my nose...you all have a death wish. A wish I will make come true...." The brunette mercilessly kicked the body of the doctor off to the side, getting to his feet in order to make his way over towards Vivian. He gently removed the electrodes from Vivian's head, and let the asvang's body recuperate from the electric shocks. As the body of his ward took time to let the electric currents ride their way out he began making his advances on the two nurses.

"Your jobs end here. Such a shame you have to quit so early...."

April 5, 2018

Doctor Song looked up and scowled as the door to his rooms was burst off its hinges. He took a step towards Kahma, which was probably a bad idea.

'You have no right to be here. Don't interfere with my work!' he demanded.

The doctor was afraid of Kahma and had heard the rumours of what he could do but the man was no coward. He had nothing to use as a weapon and there were no security guards around at present so there was little he could do when he was tackled to the ground. He raised his arms and tried to shove Kahma off him, one hand colliding with the side of the other man's face.

'Get off me you fiend!' he shouted. 'Nurse Davies! Get security!'

The girl ran to the alarm button next to the door and hit it hard. It was too late for the doctor though. He was already shrieking at the top of his lungs, his entire body thrashing about beneath Kahma's body. This was perhaps his first and last experience at being shocked. Would he survive? It was hard to tell. Kahma hadn't held anything back and now the doctor was fighting for his life. His breathing was erratic and his eyes were wide as saucers. As the electricity left his body, he just lay there slack and unresponsive.

The male nurse backed away from the scene, making his way to the female nurse. It was time they got out of there. He put himself in front of his colleague as Kahma rounded on them and stood up straight. He was so tensed up, it wasn't hard to see that he was terrified.

'He's here under, er, Madam Eun-Jung's orders. We're n-not doing anything wrong. If you have any complaints, you should see her, not us,' he said with more certainty than he felt. 'We're just doing our job.'

April 5, 2018

Kahma dim eyes lacked luster...there was nothing but rage hidden within those mismatched orbs. There was something...more there. A small hint of something hidden beneath the surface. Although he couldn't sense it in his mind- his body was well aware, and it made him want to lash out. He lifted his hands, clawing at the air as electricity sparked to life around his fingers. The electric current started off rather slow but the more electricity summoned the more it roared around his form.

"We're just doing our jobs." What a load of shit. How could anyone think this was humane? Kahma knew somewhere in the back of his mind that he was a hypocrite and more times than not he didn't care but this. Was. His. Ward. HIS! It was too close...far too close to him. It frightened him because he could see those same eyes in the man standing protectively in front of the woman. The only difference was that Kahma couldn't see the difference...he could only see him. Those cold eyes, sinister smile, and maniacal laughter filled his ears. The ghosts of his past haunting him. The electrical pressure grew fiercely, Kahma's miasma exploding out of him throughout the room. He screamed out as the voice filled his head, the once yellow electricity shifting to a dark royal purple.

The brunette charged forward, the hand wielding the focal point of the electricity being drawn back before forcefully slammed into the male nurse's face. It didn't stop there, upon impact Kahma kept his momentum forward, forcing the nurse into the wall with his electric magic frying the nurse's face while simultaneously smashing it into the wall. Blood splattered everywhere but Kahma couldn't see it...he only saw the face of that man- laughing at him.

Slowly he let go of the body, allowing it to crumple to the ground in a bloodied heap. He turned to the woman who shook in fear, eyes tearing as she stared at him wide eyed. She wanted to run away...but fear stilled her body and she found herself trapped. Kahma tackled her to the ground so she was forced onto her back. He slammed his hand down onto the ground beside her head. Kahma held the electricity, flaring out in his hand awfully close to her face but... it soon faded away until the room was quiet save for the sounds of heavy breathing throughout the room, as well as the dying hum of the torture machine.

Her fear soon shifted...slightly. Kahma's eyes were blank, his lips pulled into a frown and he was- shaking? When she felt wetness on her face she could only stare in shock. Kahma aka Karma the Reaper...was crying.... Genuine tears from a twisted man was the strangest turn of events. She flinched when he placed a hand to the side of her head.

"Shh...you'll forget again...won't you Nori?" The nurse was confused but it was hard to express it with a psychotic, sadistic man over top of her. Who was Nori? "You'll...forget."

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Kahma picked up his ward, taking him off the bed. His diaper and urine drainer were replaced by the nurses so luckily for him he wouldn't have to worry about anything until later. The security that had come by had been wiped clean. For now they sat inside the room lost in the haze Kahma's spell often put people in.

"You'll be alright now. You'll be mine again. I'll rid this vegetable state of yours and everything can go back to being how it was...my little ward."

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Vivian's recovery time took quite some time but fortunately Kahma had developed the patience to wait it out. Anything to see that non-submissive brat again. Sometimes he wondered if it was really worth it but in the end anything was better than a doll. He liked personality and that was what Vivian had.

April 5, 2018

The nurses both backed away. Nurse Davies was so far back that she was stepping over the door on the floor. She reached out to hold the splintered door frame and wobbled a little as she stepped off the other end of the door. The male nurse, however, was not so lucky. He was standing fixed on the spot, still trying to think of a way to tackle the problem that was Karma the Reaper. Too late did he think to bolt for soon Kahma was upon him. He drew his fists up and swung a left hook at the man before making a stumbling step backwards. He swung again, hitting Kahma on the cheek, but Kahma retaliated with a powerful blow of his own. Kahma had the nurse by the face. Purple electricity surged through the nurse's body. He didn't even have the chance to scream. The powerful electrical magic electrocuted his entire body, stilling his heart and frying his mind. His eyes burst and blood seeped from his nose, eyes and ears. His skull cracked at it collided with the wall. The nurse's entire body was giggling and bucking in the air, though the life had long left him. As Kahma turned towards the female nurse, the male nurse's body was left to fall slack upon the ground.

'Please, no!' cried Nurse Davies, fixed on the spot with fear.

The nurse whimpered as the Reaper came for her. Her head smacked into the ground and she wrapped her hands around her face to protect herself from him. She turned her head aside, trying to get away from him as he pinned her to the floor. The poor thing was shaking all over and her breath came out in short, sobbing pants. She flinched as he stroked her face and cooed to her softly. She had no idea what was going on. Was he having some sort of psychotic episode? What was he going to do to her?

'That's quite about enough from you!' came a harsh, female voice.

Kahma was flung off the woman's body with the force of a punch to the stomach. The security guard and her two lackeys raised Kahma into the air. She snapped her fingers and a strange, metallic thread appeared around Kahma's body. It was like a snake with no entwined ropes or chain links. The thread made short work of Kahma's wrists to his arms, down his legs and around his neck until his limbs were pulled tight behind his body.

'Ryung-Sun, take the nurse to the infirmary. Dae-Ho, go to Madam Eun-Jung and tell her what's happened. I think she'll want to know her favourite pet has run rabid,' the woman said without taking her eyes off Kahma. Security had their own Head of Security, they did not answer to the Head of Discipline. Kahma as a keeper did answer to Eun-Jung.

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Vivian was still laying slack on the bed. The only difference was that he was breathing normally again. He was completely unaware of what had just happened to him or of anything that had gone on in the room. He did not turn his head but he could smell the fear and the blood. He would remember that later when he tried to recall what the fuck had happened to him.

The student made not a single sound as he was lifted from the bed. He could walk but he would need guidance to do so, otherwise he would stand still until some other force was acted upon him. He left with Kahma without complaint, leaving the mind-altered security guard behind.

The security guard stood with a blank look on her face for a few minutes before looking around. She could remember the alarm going off and she could remember meeting up with two of the other security guards as she made her way to the distress call but she could not remember what had happened once they got there.

'Okay, I'm here. This had better be important,' Eun-Jung snapped as she marched towards the security guard. She had Dae-Ho striding along side her and the red haired secretary was hurrying behind them.

'Madam Eun-Jung,' the woman greeted. She looked around for herself, wondering exactly what the fuck had just happened. 'There was a distress call from the shock therapy rooms. The three of us came to assist.'

'Why does that involve me?' Eun-Jung asked. 'I'm not the Head of Security.'

The woman looked to Dae-Ho for assistance.

'It's because the incident involves Kahma, Madam. It seems he's gone on a rampage and killed the doctor and one of the nurses,' Dae-Ho said.

'Yes. He was carrying his ward away just before you arrived,' said Jeong-Mi, the female security guard.

'Why didn't you stop him?' Eun-Jung asked in a stern tone.

Jeong-Mi stopped and thought about it a moment. She thought harder then sent a string of curses flying through the air.

'He's affected me! That little rat affected me! We'll have him for this this time. NOBODY touches security,' she scowled.

'Just exactly what do you intend to do to him, hmmmm?' asked Madam Eun-Jung, peering over her glasses at the woman.

'This is out of your jurisdiction, Eun-Jung. You're head of discipline, not security. Stick to keeping your students and keepers in line,' Jeong-Mi said. She then walked off into the shock therapy rooms to survey the damage. Security would have to clear the area of any dangers before the janitors could clean it up.

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It had been two weeks since his last shock therapy. Vivian had taken longer to heal than most times he was subjected to shock therapy because of the number and duration of his sessions. It had been twenty days in total with one session every day. The first week after Kahma had rescued him, he had remained a vegetable. His brain and nervous system had to rebuild damaged tissue before he could start to recover his sense. The second week he had gradually become more aware and more responsive. He'd begun to eat by himself, dress by himself and even excuse himself when he needed to use the bathroom. In fact, it had only been yesterday that he'd showed any sign of emotion at all. It had been when he sighed as his books were knocked from his arms by one of the students pushing him out of the way.

Vivian stared up at the ceiling. He took a deep breath then let out a heavy sigh. He raised his hands up in front of him and held them in front of his face before wriggling his toes to check his legs were still there too. The asvang frowned, trying to remember all he could from the past... however long it had been. His mouth was dry and he felt a little numb inside. Vivian sat up slowly and shifted to the edge of the bed. The asvang stopped a moment and listened to hear whether Kahma was still asleep before deciding it was safe to get up. He moved silently as he got up and gathered up his clothes before moving back onto the bed. He always dressed inside the bed curtains in case anyone was around to take a glimpse of him. He certainly didn't want Kahma getting a gander of his pale arse.

When he was safely dressed, the asvang glanced over to Kahma's curtained bed then silently walked over to the mirror. He stood in front of it and stared at himself for a moment. He knew he still had all his limbs but he had to make certain that everything was they way it ought to be. Who knew what the horrid monsters here might have done to him while he was not cognisant? He checked his teeth, his hair and that there were no painful injuries anywhere on his body before finally relaxing. He was whole again.

May 16, 2018

Waking up from a dreamless sleep hadn't been so welcoming in a long while. With all of the drama that had unfurled a week or so ago, Kahma was only just settling. Although he couldn't remember very well he knew that something had happened to put his whole being into disarray. The loss of self was an unnatural phenomenon that derived directly from Kahma's history. What he did know was that he had been pissed off so much that he murdered a doctor, a male nurse and spared the female. Things were blurry from when he killed the male nurse but he did know he did something to a few guards, and took his ward back.

Pale, mismatched eyes stared at the ceiling of the curtained bed. They slowly slid to the side to look at the asvang in the bed beside Kahma. Vivian was isolated, clearly putting space between Kahma and himself when he had fallen asleep. Not that the Keeper cared all that much. The brunette began to sit up, making the bed creak as he did so. After the whole shocking episode with Vivian Kahma had been called down by the higher ups . It was a set-up for a meeting that he would have to attend today. Further punishments were involved specifically for him.

Even so he didn't bat an eye. Whatever they did to him was nothing compared to what that man had done to him in the past. What belonged to him he would protect no matter the cost. Only he would damage his toys. Anyone else would meet the consequences of messing with other people's property. The Keeper began to chuckle as he went to stand up from the bed. He ran his pale fingers through his multi-colored brown lockes. He frowned when he felt how oily his hair was. When he rubbed his thumb and middle finger together he let out an annoyed sigh. Time to shower.

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After showering Kahma awoke Vivian so they could get ready to head out. Once Kahma escorted Vivian to class he had to go to the meeting immediately. If he didn't they'd come to him and he'd be in even deeper shit. His expression was surprisingly blank but there was a hint of tiredness in his eyes. With a slight swat of his hand he motioned for Vivian to hurry up.

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"Don't do anything stupid. I'll come pick you up after my meeting. Don't be late to your second and third class. You don't want to know what happens if you don't heed my words." Although the threat was real, Kahma's tone was rather monotone, expression still blank. He hadn't even furrowed his eyebrows or changed his tone. Perhaps it was an off day for Karma the Reaper. He began to walk off as soon as he was sure that Vivian was in his classroom. "Wonder what they're going to say. It's not my fault they made me a Keeper. They put the gun in my hands- how could they expect me not to shoot it?" The metaphor was overheard by some passing students which made them quicken their pace, and straighten their posture while they headed to class.

Kahma let his lips pull into a slight smirk. It felt good to invoke fear in those who were weak. Hell it was even more satisfying when it was someone many considered strong. Kahma let his hands slip into his pocket and leaned forward a bit with his smirk remaining on his face. "They better be glad that I'm in a good mood."

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As second period came and it was time to switch classes a group of boys waited for Vivian to exit his classroom and made sure no one was around to watch them grab him and drag him into the nearest bathroom. He was gagged, blindfolded, and bound by ropes. "Finally. Got the bitch that got the boss in trouble," one of them gloated with a big smile on his mug. Then another voice came in which Vivian could assume was the leader.

"He's a ward now so what could we possibly do to make this piece of shit pay?" The boys snickered as they began to set Vivan up so his back was leaning against the wall, legs tied together hog style. They already knew what they were going to do.

A third voice came in, one a bit lighter than the others. Probably the youngest of the four. "He doesn't need his clothes anymore then right? Plus what makes him think he should have nice clothes? He's a stupid little vulture right? What's he called again?"

The final voice answered, one of the oldest, second to the leader. "Asvang I think. He reminds me of a jellyfish." The boys cackled with laughter already beginning to cut away at Vivian's clothes. "So who's going first Mel?"

The one known as Mel answered with a chuckle in between his words, "well although I'm the leader you've got the biggest so you go first Jay." Jay smiled at Mel then the others already getting hard just from the words of praise. The dog of the group....

"You said it. I'll do it." He pressed his calloused fingers to Vivian's bare ass once all of his clothes had been torn and cut to tatters. Some were in piles on the floor while the rest remained on his body.

"From there it'll go me, Lewis, and then you Dave." They all nodded in agreement and prepared for action. Jay unbuttoned his uniforms bottoms before letting them slide off his hips, his hardened member springing up from his boxers once they were pulled down as well. "We're all gonna have fun fucking you. The school's ugliest student. The vampire. " Mel watched as Jay thrusted into the unlubed hole that was Vivian's ass.

"Shit I need some action to. I'll take his mouth," Lewis announced as he fumbled with his pants to get his cock out. He pulled at the gag in Vivian's mouth that somewhat muffled his cries of pain and pressed at his lips until he opened them, wasting no time to shove his member into that warm mouth. "Ahhh fuck!"

Soon enough they were all using some part of his body to get off. Even as the first orgasm hit they all rotated, and kept going, spilling their fluids all over his body, and of course inside as much as they could.

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The bathroom doors were being guarded by a few lackeys who didn't want in on the action because they weren't gay and didn't want any part of sticking themselves in some beanpole.

After a few hours it became apparent that Vivian was missing. The search came after thirty minutes of no results on his whereabouts. Kahma had just left the superiors office with a slightly annoyed expression. He was obviously, easily irritable at the moment. Like a ticking time bomb ready to go off at any minute. He would have slammed his fist into the person that stopped him in the hallway had they not given him some valuable information.

"Vivian has been missing for 3 hours! A search was sent out for him...but no one knows where he is. Some students were spreading rumors that he's possibly getting beat or raped in the bathroom over in sector A...."

May 22, 2018

Standing by the mirror, Vivian tensed as he heard Kahma start to stir. He wondered why there was no alarm in this part of the building or why the lights didn't come on automatically at 7am. In the student dorms, there were alarms at 7am to wake up, 7.30am to leave class and 11pm to go to bed. The lights came on in the dorms automatically at 7am and went out at 11pm. Everything was controlled, everything was orderly. Any digression from control and order amongst the students was punished severely in order to deter them from doing it again. If they did it again, obviously the punishment was not severe enough. It surprised Vivian though, that keepers with wards did not have the same alarms and lights. How were they to know whether they were on time or not?

There was nothing more Vivian needed to do to get ready. He was already dressed so he just picked up the book he'd been reading then waited for Kahma to get ready and take him to his first class - exercise on the sports fields. All students had exercise first up. It was dangerous to have all the students in one place at one time and at times there were suggestions of staggering exercise sessions but the higher ups believed that the day ought to be started with vigorous activity to arouse the mind for the rest of the day. Instead, the security staff were called in early to monitor the entire hour until students were sequestered away into the student cafeterias.

When Kahma was ready to take him to exercise, Vivian came over and pressed his liops together a few times. It took him a few moments before deciding to speak.

'How long have I been under your care?' he asked. He had been taken to shock therapy the day he'd been handed over to Kahma so it was as good a judge as any to gauge how long he'd been out of it for. Vivian had a lot of memories in his head so he assumed it had been a long time, maybe a month or more. He was shocked to find out he'd been a vegetable for 34 days. How could anyone think 20 days of chock therapy was just punishment for panicking and running?

*** *** ***

As soon as Kahma opened the door, Vivian was awake. He wasn't a light sleeper but he'd been conditioned to wake at the slightest noise. He had to be prepared in case he was grabbed or attacked in his sleep. He especially did not trust Kahma after the man had raped him. It had happened once, it could happen again.

Even though Vivian knew Kahma was awake, he waiting until the keeper had left before getting out of bed. He waited a few minutes before testing the door to see if it was locked. It was. Vivian had gotten into the habit of testing the door at any chance he got. Every night he listened to Kahma's breathing and heart rhythm until he was sure the keeper was in a deep enough sleep not to notice his ward creeping to the door. He was very cautious about this, for he knew it was possible that Kahma might try to fake sleeping to catch him out. He had to make doubly sure Kahma was truly asleep before slipping silently out of bed.

Vivian was already dressed and starting to find the page of his book when Kahma came in. Vivian nodded silently and came into step beside his keeper. He looked around idly when Kahma threatened him and didn't answer. He simply nodded his head and kept going. He was surprised when Kahma took him to Wing 6, Room 113. It was the classroom he currently had most of his classes in but surely Kahma would know that students had exercise up first. Once inside, he looked at the teacher, who was currently preparing for the first class.

'What are you doing here?' the teacher asked.

'I don't know, Ma'am. My keeper brought me here,' Vivian answered.

The teacher sighed.

'All right. I'll find a security guard to escort you to the sports grounds. Which field are you on?' she asked.

'I'm in the tennis courts,' Vivian replied.

Soon Vivian was escorted to where he was supposed to be, though he was a little late. When he explained what had happened, the coach kindly let him off the hook and decided not to file a report. Vivian was grateful and did his best to keep his head down during the rest of the hour.

*** *** ***

After exercise came breakfast then after breakfast came first period. All was going well until Vivian slipped out between first and second periods to go to the toilet. He had heard people standing outside the door but had assumed it was just security guards keeping an eye on students trying to sneak out between classes. His immediate reaction was to cry out for help but his mouth was stifled with a gag and he soon found himself bound up like a sacrificial pig. He yanked his arms away from them and dug his feet into the ground to try to push himself away but he was bound tight. He couldn't even walk the way he was tied up so the strongest one flung him over their shoulder like a damsel in distress. Vivian hissed in frustration and continued to fight the whole way to the bathrooms. Why was there nobody ever around when he needed them? Where were the hall monitors? Unless... maybe some of the students were from Yangja and were keeping the hall monitors away. That would explain how they got the rope too.

As soon as Vivian was placed on the toilet floor, he pulled his knees up protectively and started to work his hands. He was always very good at loosing his hands from ropes and cuffs. Maybe if he could get himself free, he could take the gag off and start shouting for help. He tugged himself away from their hands as his clothes were cut and ripped from his body but there was little he could do about what was happening to him. His body was moved and manipulated into position but he didn't let up his struggle. He twisted his body, curled his hips out of the way and tried to hop away from his assailants. They did not let up though and in the end there were more of them than there were of him. It was a losing battle.

Most of the insults rolled off Vivian like water off a duck's back. Being called a vampire, however, caused his eyes to flash with anger and he shot a nasty look at the one who'd said it. Didn't these people know the difference between a living being and an undead one?!

Vivian jolted as a large cock was shoved up his arse - completely dry! The other student didn't even prep him first, just thrust in as far as he could go. It was rough and Vivian clenched around the gag in order to stay silent. Soon his arse was stinging and his whole body was clenched as he braced himself against the onslaught.

'HEEELP!' Vivian screamed the moment the gag was off. He shook his head and jerked it to the side to get away from Lewis's cock but eventually the man had Vivian's mouth forced open. He gagged as the disgusting tasting thing was shoved deep into his mouth. Vivian worked his mouth around it a few times to adjust to the girth before clamping down on it with all his strength. As he bit down on that sensitive cock, he shook his head from side to side as if he were trying to tear it off. Normally Vivian was a very gentle person who was not prone to violence but he drew the line at being fucked in the mouth by someone who by rights had no authority over him.

Through the whole ordeal, Vivian refused to help them get off. He did not use his hands on them, did not make any sounds of enjoyment and kept his arse clamped tight to make it hard for them to stick their cocks inside him. Even as they switched positions and continued to fuck his battered hole, he continued to struggle and try to get his hands out of the ropes. At one point he managed to get his hands free and tried to make a break for it but he really didn't have much of a chance. They had him back in position in less than a minute and continued fucking him. By that time his arse was starting to burn with pain, he'd been rubbed raw and he was sure his hole was split on the left side.

Worse yet, Vivian's body was responding to what they were doing to him. Every person let off a sexual musk when they were aroused and it continued to get stronger as they had sex, peaking when they had their orgasm. Men had a stronger musk than women too. No matter the gender, species or age, everyone could produce a sexual musk. All asvang could smell it and respond to it too, no matter the gender or age. Currently, Vivian was surrounded by the sexual scents of the other students along with his own. The sex hormones stimulated his whole body, making him hot and horny. His cock was hard and starting to leak pre-cum. His normally pale body was a hot pink and covered in a film of sweat. It was humiliating. He wasn't gay and didn't want this but after several rounds of cock up his arse he looked like a dog in heat. He bucked his hips forward as the other student's cock struck his prostate and his entire body shuddered as he came onto the floor. For a few moments his body relaxed as he closed his eyes and panted. Surely they would be finished with him soon!

June 24, 2018

Kahma grit his teeth, hands balling into fists as rage boiled up inside of him. With how fast he turned his head towards the student it caused them to jump and cower from the intense glare being shot at him. It was always something. “Do yourself a favor and scram!” The student nodded vigorously and quickly ran off like a dog with its tail between its legs. “The bathroom in sector A huh? They’ll all be eating shit when I get there.” A thin miasma began to seep into the air, changing the humidity and quality of the air itself.

Kahma started down the hallway towards the bathroom in sector A with a murderous glint in his eyes.

“D-Damn how tight is this thing,” Dave questioned as he continued to shove his thick member into Vivian’s already abused hole.

Jay whom had been getting off by rubbing himself against the side of Vivian’s face shrugged, eyes lidded as he was mostly focused on the pleasure. “You’d...think he’d be loose by now- ah.”

. . . .

"AH HE FUCKIN BIT ME!" Lewis bent over, gently comforting his now weeping cock. If Vivian had bit any harder he was sure the asvang would've bit it off completely.

"That's not nice. Seems like you'll need to better understand what position you're in," Mel growled out in a bittersweet tone.

.......

The lot of them began to chuckle as Vivian’s moans met their ears. Lewis promptly forced himself into Vivian’s mouth to shut him up.

“HAH, he’s enjoying it! What a slut.” the others joined in on the insults while still using Vivian’s body to get off. “Cumming again!” Lewis pumped the base of his cock and let it out onto Vivian’s back.

“Alright, you guys. Let’s give him a little shower,” Mel, the leader announced. Immediately the two currently penetrating Vivian removed themselves from inside of Vivian’s holes, and made somewhat of a circle surrounding Vivian. “Fucking nasty little vulture enjoys the taste of cock in both holes. So let’s give him a treat.”

They began to pump themselves in unison with one another, and one by one they let streams of white shoot out from the slit in the heads of their heated members. The streams of milky white fell onto Vivian’s body like stripes as if he were some sweet delicacy being covered in a sweet cream to top him off.

“Fuck...that was good. Who’s ready for round two?”

“I’ve gotta take a whizz real quick,” Lewis muttered with a grunting sound. He sounded to be stretching and his friends snickered at him.

“There’s a alien toilet right here. The hole’s right there,” Mel informed the other while pointing at the pink skinned Vivian’s mouth.

“Pffft riight. You’ll like this won’t you- manwhore. He’s probably into golden showers or something,” Lewis cackled as he spoke to the others and an idea filled all of their heads.

“Why don’t we be nice at least once and fulfill his filthy fantasy?” They nodded in agreement and waited for Lewis to finally shoot his warm golden liquid down Vivian’s throat. Lewis snickered when Vivian began to choke.

“You shouldn’t throw away gifts. If you swallow it- it’ll go down easier. Ungrateful lil shit,” Dave snarked with furrowed brows.

“Enough playing around you guys. Let’s make him scream some more.” Round two then began.

Kahma’s mismatched eyes widened, rage boiling over in the pot inside of him. How fucking dare they!?! He looked around the empty bathroom with eyes of ice. The miasma in the air grew tremendously. It was beginning to thicken by the second. Vivian. Wasn’t.Here. Kahma’s hands began to shake as his anger grew harder to contain. A small glint of blue flashed across his eyes, and the lights in the bathroom suddenly bust, leaving him in darkness but he couldn’t find reason to care.

Checking every single bathroom was absolutely out of the question. Those bastards could be moving him from place to place for all he knew. “Security guards...they better fucking know what to do,” Kahma bit out in a deeply bitter tone.

A yellow puddle began to grow larger and larger on the ground as the men who had raped Vivian let out their steaming waste all over his body. Several times they had cum inside of him, and followed up by pissing inside of him too. His body was covered in all of their piss, with bits of cum here and there. His tattered clothing was soaked, filthy and smelly. As was Vivian himself.

“Alright we’re done here.” Mel ordered Jay and Dave to cut Vivian down but no one caught him so he fell into the puddle of waste on the floor. His hands and feet were still bound but he was no longer suspended in the air.

Mel, Dave, Jay and Lewis left the sexually abused asvang on the floor in their golden waste, and headed off to the showers on the far end of the bathroom.

. . . .

Once they were cleaned up they headed out of the bathroom and gave smug looks to the Yangja students. “We’ve had all our fun. He’s all yours.” As they walked off the Yangja students entered the bathroom.

Kahma nearly bust down the door to the security guards room, a slight power surge making the lights in the room flash.

“What the he- how did you get in here-”

“WHERE THE HELL IS MY WARD?!”

“I asked you a question first. If you won't answer-AGH” Kahma had grabbed the man by his throat and pushed him onto the control panel with a dangerous look in his mismatched eyes. His lips were pulled into a deep frown, and his eyebrows were furrowed. Despite his apparent anger, his voice came out soft.

“I asked you a question. If I don’t get an answer in the next 20 seconds. I’m going to kill you.” Kahma let him go. The security guard’s eyes were wide in fear, hands touching his throat lightly as he coughed and hacked.

“Ok! L-let me just check the cameras.” The man sat in his chair, being extremely wary of Kahma who hovered over his shoulder with a focused look on his mug. “W-Where did you last see him?”

“I left him at his first-period class- I believe. Just rewind back to this morning over in that sector.”

The man nodded and began to rewind the camera to review the footage from that morning. It showed Kahma talking to Vivian in front of his classroom and once Kahma left, Vivian entered the classroom. After a few minutes Vivian was being escorted somewhere else. The security guard to Kahma’s pleasure didn’t need to be told to follow Vivian with the other cameras planted throughout the school.

Apparently, Kahma had brought him to the wrong class and once escorted everything seemed to be fine. There was no camera in the classroom...well...there were secret cameras in some classrooms but this wasn’t one the security guard could access. So they watched the classrooms door and the hallway. All was normal until the end of class grew close. As soon as it was time a couple of boys came by, getting rid of others who were walking around the hallway and then proceeded to wait outside of the classroom for Vivian. Once they grabbed him they then began to drag him off to where the only camera in the area was down.

“This is currently a blind spot but I can assume that they wanted some distance from his last class so they wouldn't’t be found. I think they’re in the bathroom in Sector C.” Kahma nodded and left the security guard in the blink of an eye, out of the room and passing the currently blown security box outside of the security office. Seemed like it was surged and had a clear spat of black around it as if it had been blown up, somehow still intact. It was meant for only those with the authority to be in there could get in but it would take a while to get it fixed so they could once again ensure that.

Kahma was practically running down the hall towards the bathroom of Sector C. It took him half a minute to get there. The miasma in the air had thinned out as he thought he would find Vivian there, so some of his anger temporarily subsided. He got to the bathroom and walked in...only to find nothing but a student taking a piss. Once spotting Kahma the student turned around, spraying his piss onto the floor, and in shock of his embarrassing accident tried to turn back around but slipped on the liquid now on the floor and fell right onto his back.

Miasma filled the entirety of the bathroom, causing the student’s eyes to widen and choke. It’s as if all air ceased to exist in that moment. Mismatched eyes suddenly went a deep red. Crimson colored eyes turned towards the exit of the bathroom.

No one’s reliable. He could only count on himself to find Vivian. All of these worthless people...so useless. Just like they were all those years ago. So little has changed. Kahma slowly began to walk out of the bathroom, thick purple miasma filling the hallway as he walked, still invisible to his eyes but its presence was in the back of his mind. “I’ll find him myself.”

June 26, 2018

'Keep your filthy cock out of my mouth!' Vivian hissed as Lewis pulled back. He turned his head away from the other cock against his face and began to struggle. He was about to scream but Lewis shoved his cock straight back in there. Had he not learned the first time? Vivian bit again, this time not letting go once he'd clamped down. He knew he was likely to get hurt for this but he wasn't going to simply let other students do what they wanted with him. Unfortunately, this time Lewis's cock was too far down Vivian's throat so all he could do was gag and splutter. Lewis didn't last much longer though until he was cumming across Vivian's back. Vivian let out a groan and wrinkled his nose before a ripped piece of his clothing, his underpants by the taste of it, was shoved into his mouth and tied into place.

The asvang groaned again as cum rained down on his body. The smell was awful. Along with the scent of cum, the scent of sexual musk was at its height. It was like a drug to him and all he wanted was to be left alone so he could get off in private. His cock was high and hard for them to see, twitching of its own accord. It felt like one touch would be enough for him to cum again. It seemed they'd noticed it too for they started to mock him about it.

Vivian's eyes widened slightly as he realised what they meant by "alien toilet". He turned his head away but Lewis grabbed his face and took the gag out of his mouth. Lewis's cock found its way down Vivian's throat once more but this time it was hot, yellow piss that was forcing its way down Vivian's throat. It went down his larynx rather than his esophagus and he began to cough and choke. Even after Lewis pulled out, Vivian was left coughing and spluttering while he tried to get the liquid out of the wrong hole.

*** *** ***

The student was a hot, steamy mess of nerves by the end of it. He'd already cum three times and his entire body was hot and sweaty under the shower of piss and cum. He was panting heavily as they finished up and he tried to catch his breath. He gagged and spat, trying to get the tastes of dick, piss and cum out of his mouth but it was inescapable. The entire scent and taste filled the men's bathroom. Even a human would be able to smell it. Every time he breathed in, he could almost feel the filth entering his body. The revulsion was visceral. He couldn't imagine how those four could enjoy something like this.

At first Vivian lay slack on the floor when he landed. There was a distinct splattering sound from the puddle of piss he was in and he could feel it pooled against his cheek. He didn't move at first, hoping they were done with him. Once he they went to the shower, he began to work his hands until they were free. Next came the gag in his mouth and his ankles. He winced as he stood, feeling a shoot of pain up his arse. He touched his pucker, only to feel cum, piss and blood leaking freely from his body. He held it up in front of his eyes and groaned. They'd split him open with how rough they were!

Vivian looked at the Yangja students and they looked at him. There were only two of them but with their powers there was no way he would get away in one piece. He took one deep breath and shrieked at the top of his lungs, hoping a hall monitor or security guard would come running. It was an aggressive sound, the type that could almost split ear drums, cause taps to rattle and glass to shatter. One snap of the fingers of a Yangja student though and Vivian's voice cracked. He gasped, grabbing his throat with one hand. No matter how he tried, not a peep could escape his mouth.

'Give him back some of his voice,' the taller student said. 'I want to hear his moans as we fuck him.'

'In a minute. We've got to set up a perimeter first, Gong,' the shorter student said. 'We need to make this place unnoticeable.'

Gong Soon nodded and both men raised their hands. A shockwave seemed to pass through the air and out of the men's toilets. It would stop any staff member from noticing what was happening inside the toilets. Security or janitors could come right in and they wouldn't notice anything untoward. They would see the Yangja and other students but not Vivian. It would seem like they were just taking a shit or a piss. They wouldn't even notice the puddle of filth on the floor.

Vivian wasn't standing idly by as the spell was cast, however. He was limping towards the exit with the determination of a mountain goat climbing Mount Everest. His steps were slow and short but his gait was deliberate. He managed to get to the door and even pull it open before the other students noticed him. He felt himself being drawn backwards so gripped the handle with both hands. When he resisted, the two yanked him back and flung him into the urinal trough with all their might. There was a loud bang as he struck metal then fell to the floor.

'You're not getting away that easily. In fact, you're not getting away even after we're done with you,' Gong Soon commented. 'We're going to leave you here for others to find, as a little gift to the other students. I think the whole school would like a ride with you.'

'How long do you think it will take for security to find you?' the other student asked. 'They'll be looking for you by now but the bastards will walk right past this place without noticing a thing. Only students will be able to see you. Just think, after the rumours spread, people will be queuing up for a turn.'

'Please, don't do this,' Vivian rasped. He had no voice but it seemed he could still make some sounds.

'Why not?' the second guy asked, as if he really cared.

'This is wrong. I'm not gay. I don't want this,' he replied.

'Those are reasons why you shouldn't do it. Why shouldn't we?'

'You'll get caught.'

'Pffft. No we won't. We'll be long gone before anyone finds you.'

'Come on, stop stalling and get fucking,' Gong Soon demanded.

Vivian was raised in the air and his arms forced behind his back. He couldn't resist. His body moved beyond his control. His arms were twisted painfully until the hands rested on the back of the opposite shoulder. One more jolt would have them popping from their sockets. Gong Soon guided him over to the nearest toilet and placed him down on top of it. The asvang's legs were spread wider than they possibly could have naturally, until his knees and shins were resting against the walls of the cubicle. His thighs felt the burns of being stretched too far and he groaned silently. He felt his back being pressed against the cistern of the toilet and something crawling up his arms and legs from behind.

Large, thick vines began to crawl across his limbs. They curled through his hair and pulled it tight. They wrapped around his forehead to hold his head in place and they pulled Vivian's legs even further until he jolted in pain, causing more thick ooze to seep from his arse. His arms were pulled from their position behind his back and up over his head until he was reaching for the sky. One sinew of vines wrapped around his throat until he could barely breathe and he began to gasp to try to drag in more air. The magic controlling his body subsided but now he was held completely restricted by the vines. He couldn't even turn his head or tug at his arms. Everything was so tight too. He was worried his blood flow might be constricted and was concerned about the consequences of being tied up like that for a long period of time. The Yangja students were right. Who knew how long it would be before security came to rescue him?

'Who goes first?' asked the shorter male.

'You go first, Kaolin. Just one more thing...' Gong Soon replied.

Vivian gave a loud cry as his voice returned. His throat rattled as he tried to inhale enough air to scream again. Gong Soon came forward and forced Vivian's mouth open. He stuck his fingers in there and began to fill the void with translucent, purple magic. It had a putty-like texture and was more opaque than Kahma's magic. Even after Vivian's mouth was full, Gong Soon continued to add more and more until the poor creature's jaw popped. His nostrils flared as a flaring pain rushed through his head and jaw. His jaw was dislocated.

'There, now we can hear his moans without him doing that god-awful scream again,' Gong Soon announced. He wasn't satisfied yet though. He leaned forward and gripped Vivian by the nose so he couldn't breathe then locked their lips together. He blew a seething, black smoke into the student's mouth and punched him in the gut to force him to take it in. The black magic filled Vivian's lungs and filled his body.

'You'll feel the effects of that soon. Don't worry; you're going to enjoy this as much as us,' Gong Soon purred in a dark fashion. He stepped back to allow Kaolin to take his turn fucking their captive. His eyes glinted as he pulled out his cock and started to stroke it patiently.

'We'd better give him a way to remember how many cocks have been inside him. We should leave a razor so people can mark him,' Kaolin suggested.

'I have an even better way,' Gong Soon replied.

Gong Soon placed his hands on Vivian's thighs and sent a little bit of magic into them. It felt warm and tingling. Nothing changed at first but that would soon change. Every time someone shoved their dick in a hole, Vivian would receive a slit to his thigh. The deeper and longer the fucked him, the deeper the cut would be. No doubt by the end of it there would be blood dripping down the toilet and onto the floor.

True to Gong Soon's word, Vivian soon began to feel even hotter than before. Sweat streamed down his forehead and upper lip. Beads of sweat appeared on his flushed chest and began to trickle down his body. He felt so hot! Vivian moaned and a shudder ran through him. As Kaolin began to fuck him, the asvang's body rose to the heat of all-consuming passion. It was as if he'd been drugged. He was so horny! He didn't feel the pain any more, just the desire to be fucked senseless. His dick was throbbing and leaking with pre-cum, even without being touched and he wanted to toss his head from side to side. He arched his body as much as it could and squirmed about.

'Ha! His pucker is lapping at my cock. You should feel it! It's like he's sucking me right in!' Kaolin commented.

Vivian moaned louder than he would ever admit to. He couldn't get away from the sensations or the scent of his own musk. It only intoxicated him further. He had to get away from it. The asvang closed his eyes and swallowed. He had to think of something else. He had to picture his father - no, not his father. He didn't want to imagine what his father would think if he saw him now. Instead, he imagined wide open spaces and chilly breezes cooling his hot skin. He imagined flying across oceans, forests and cities. There was the thrill of spreading his wings and the warm heat of his muscles working to hold him up. There was...

'Hey! Don't you dare fade out on me!' snapped Kaolin.

A scream escaped Vivian's nostrils as he was sharply brought back to the present. Kaolin had one hand on Vivian's bare chest. He was burning skin and flesh alike, leaving a cooked and charred hand print over Vivian's heart. Vivian panted and groaned through the searing pain as Kaolin continued to cook him. There was nothing Vivian could do to stop it. Only when Kaolin pulled his hand away did the searing stop. Left behind was something that looked akin to a volcano flow. It was red raw in places and charred black with cracks running through it. It was cooked far too deep for blood to flow to the surface. At the surface, Vivian felt numb but beneath it the excruciating pain continued.

'If you stop moaning, I'll fucking burn your balls next. Understand?' Kaolin commented.

'MH!' came Vivian's reply. He wouldn't try to escape again, at least while Kaolin was fucking him. Unfortunately, that meant Vivian was left feeling, smelling and experiencing everything that was happening to him. His entire body was trembling and he kept making little sounds as the sensations of arousal flooded his senses. He felt every inch of Kaolin's cock rubbing inside his arse and pressing against his prostate. With whatever Gong Soon had done to him, it was overstimulating. He didn't know how long he could take it until he faded out again. A gathering moan escaped him, starting off small and getting louder until it became a scream. Vivian came hard but the orgasm didn't end. Kaolin grabbed Vivian's cock and started pumping it hard. Vivian's entire body shuddered and jutted and his limbs jerked against the vines. He continued to scream until there was no breath left in him then he began to gasp and pant erratically. Still the orgasm continued. It wouldn't stop. Even after Kaolin slammed his cock deep into Vivian's abused hole and came himself, Vivian was still riding the wave of forced ecstasy.

'Ha ha! Look at him! He's still going! And oh man, he's fucking cumming so hard he pissed himself!' Kaolin said. He started laughing so hard as Vivian's eyes rolled into his head and he continued to jerk and jolt.

'Yeah, all right. Give me a go at him,' Gong Soon replied, though there was a smirk of amusement on his face.

Eventually Vivian stopped jerking about and he sat there gasping for air. There were tears welling in his eyes and as he closed them, they rolled down his cheeks. He let out a long groan and worked his hips a little. Even though he'd just cum, he still felt on the edge. The arousal hadn't subsided and his body felt like it could cum again at any moment. He felt Gong Soon's hard cock slide into him and he shuddered. He couldn't believe it but his body opened up for the man, desperately wanting more. Gong Soon was slow at first but penetrated deep, leaving Vivian desperate for more. Soon it was happening all over again.

*** *** ***

Vivian lay spread over that toilet for perhaps two hours. His muscles were seized and burned with an intense pain. He couldn't have moved them even if he wanted to. He'd cum and pissed himself so many times that all that came out was a wispy dribble of salty liquid. His chest and abdomen were covered in his own cum. His body had been milked of all it had but still he continued to cum. Each time he came, his body remained as aroused as ever. There was no cool down. His body remained as hot and horny as ever. He kept trying to imagine himself in a safe place but often that only caused more punishment, especially if the students were from Yangja. At one stage a student had done the same thing to his chest, cooking his balls instead. He shrieked and tried to contort his body in strange ways but the vines held him in place the whole time. There was no salvation.

'I knew he'd be here,' came the voice of a student, this time another Yangja one.

'Eugh. Talk about sloppy seconds. I don't even know if I want to fuck him in this state.'

'Beggars can't be choosers. How often do you get a chance to have sex around this place?'

'Yeah. I haven't seen the school bike around in ages. Do you think they've sent him home?'

Vivian moaned and shuddered as he heard voices. It sounded like there were four of them. When would it end? There was still a Wiheomhan student pounding into his slack body. He hadn't had a chance to catch his breath since being spread over the toilet. Everybody wanted a piece of the free toilet.

There was a small cry, barely a sound at all, as Vivian came again. He clenched around the person fucking him and closed his eyes. Here we go again. The black magic cast over him meant that every orgasm felt as strong as the last. Vivian was sure there would be nothing left in him if not for that. His body was exhausted but his sex drive seemed as strong as ever. The only difference was that he didn't thrash and jerk as much as he had originally. He'd lost most of the feeling in his limbs from struggling so hard at first. They were bruised, throbbing and his hands were filled with pins and needles. He couldn't feel his feet at all.

'Aaaaaah!' cried the student fucking him. There was so much cum inside him by now that each load just seeped straight out and fell into the puddle of cum on the toilet floor. 'Fuck that felt good!'

'Are you finished already?' demanded one of the four.

'Yeah. Good luck getting anything out of him though. This thing is spent,' the Wiheomhan student commented.

'What do you say, fellas? Let's fuck him all at once. This position is a waste of resources,' came a deeper voice.

'Oh my god! Would you look at that! His cock is like fucking spaghetti!' one of the men said, starting to laugh. 'I've never seen anything like it!'

The student grabbed Vivain's soiled cock and gave it a rub. Vivian bucked a little.

'You like that, don't you noodle dick. Jeez! Would you see how long and thin this thing is! It fucking goes on forever!' he said as he continued to laugh at Vivian's erection. The others snickered or laughed in unison. It was pretty funny.

'Come on, Peter. Let's get him into a better position,' the deeper voiced student said.

Vivian let out a low groan as the vines disappeared from around his body. Despite being free, he couldn't move at all. For a few moments he remained in the exact same position until he felt his body being forced without his control. He was lifted up into the air and hovered out into the centre of the bathroom near the urinal. The student controlling his body had to work extra hard to move his stiffened body into a different position. A weak scream escaped Vivian's nostrils and he started to struggle. He made several high-pitched noises, begging them to stop.

Warm, almost organic feeling rubber hung down from the ceiling and reached for Vivian's body. It wrapped itself around his wrists and ankles then bent him into place. Vivian was face down with his arms folded across his back and his knees bent so that his feet were pressed against his arse. His thighs were spread wide for easy access and he was facing straight ahead. His cock dangled down towards the ground, a bead of pre-cum on the tip. It was just as hard as ever. He felt he could still move, the rubber was more elastic than the vines and didn't cut off his circulation but he honestly didn't have the fight left in him to move. As a fist full of hair was grabbed, he turned his head away but didn't struggle as two fingers found their way inside his mouth. The purple magic leaked from his mouth and onto the flood but the Yangja student didn't bother to put his jaw back into place. He could take more cock when it was dislocated like that. Vivian didn't even try to scream. There was no use, not with the unnoticeable spell cast on the area.

'Hold his head in place, you too. I want to give him an improvement,' one of the voices stated.

Two sets of rough hands grabbed the asvang's hair and forced him to look up. The one who'd spoken placed their finger on his forehead and traced it across his skin. As he moved his finger, the word "SLUT" was carved into the asvang's forehead in big, bold writing. Blood welled and began to roll down his face even as the student was writing. It cut all the way into the skull but this time Vivian didn't cry out in pain. He bucked and tried to shake his head but the two sets of hands held him firmly in place. When they were done, Vivian's head was held up so they could admire the view. He stared up at the person who'd cut him with pupils so dilated that none of the pale blue irises could be seen.

'Much better. Now everyone will see what he's been through - as if they don't already know.'

Soon the onslaught continued, only this time Vivian was being fucked from all sides. There was a dick deep in his mouth, one up his arse, one behind his neck and one rubbing up against his hip. He jolted slightly as one of them grabbed his cock and began to work it but that was the only reaction they got from him. The men had several rounds with him, taking turns at using his arse and mouth. At one stage he was pretty sure they went from anal to oral, for he could taste his own arse in his mouth. It was only slightly more disgusting than everything else that was happening to him so he took it without complaint. He just moaned around the new intrusion to his mouth and gagged when he felt thick, sticky cum flooding down his throat.

*** *** ***

After another hour and a half of being fucked by what seemed like every male student in the school, Vivian was just about ready to pass out. The only things keeping him conscious were the black arousal spell and the pain. Asvang could not fall asleep when new pains aroused. In some cases, pain was the only thing that would wake them if they fell into a deep enough sedative state.

There were now thirty-two cuts on Vivian's thighs - fifteen on the left and seventeen on the right. Little droplets of blood were pooling together on his thighs and dripping to the floor. Some had already stopped bleeding and scabbed over but others were still fresh and deep. No doubt over the next few days they would rub against his pants and clothes, making it hard to walk. His arse was bleeding profusely too. At times he'd taken more than one cock in each hole so now he was split at the seams. There had been a bit of knifeplay too, just to get him to respond. His wrists were slit, as were the soles of his feet. That would be nasty to walk on.

Vivian's whole body was shaking. He couldn't stop. He moaned out loud as he felt yet another cock slide into his arse. His body lapped it up like it was icecream and he closed his eyes as he felt the sensation wash over him. He tried to relax his hole but ended up gripping onto it greedily. He felt fingers trace the slit of his cock and he arched himself into it. Soon they were playing with him, fucking him and stimulating him all over. He could hear their laboured breath, their moans and their hisses. They were pounding him so deep and so hard too. This one was rough. The rubbed bounced and Vivian's body swung in the air slightly, slamming back and forth between two cocks - one in his throat and one in his arse. Not to mention there were two others grinding up against him and touching various parts of his sodden body. His pretty, pink nipples were especially sensitive at the moment. With all the stimulation, it would only be a matter of minutes, perhaps even less than a minute, before Vivian came again.

The asvang's mouth was always in use, as was his arse, and he didn't even know how much cum he's swallowed. It was a dangerous, potentially deadly situation. Asvang only drank blood for a reason - they were allergic to everything else. Right now, Vivian's immune system was in overdrive, trying to fight off the unknown infection. His body was burning up to fever pitch, he was breaking out in hives and vomit kept rising up in his throat before going back down. His throat was swollen almost shut and he was struggling to breathe, especially when he could only take short gasps between having cocks thrust into his mouth. All through his upper digestive tract he was breaking out into ulcers and bleeding into his body full of cum. It was perhaps the most excruciating of pains assailing him. His fangs were out to their fullest extent and his hands were curled into claws. If he'd had his hands free, he would have clawed himself open by now. His diaphragm was constantly bucking to try to force the foreign matter from his body. The immune reaction had become systemic. It would kill him if someone didn't save him soon.

The entire room smelled like something feral. There was piss, cum, sweat and even a little bit of blood everywhere from the urinal to the first toilet cubicle. It was a wonder security hadn't smelled the place when they walked in. The students certainly did. Only those with the filthiest, most depraved minds actually decided it was worth having sex with the captive in such a state. By now most of the academy students knew where Vivian was and that he was free for the taking but some turned around once they saw and smelled the state of the room. As well as the cum on his back and dripping from both ends, Vivian had received several cum facials and three pearl necklaces. His eyes were glued with cum and it even ran out from his nose. He had to blow every now and then to get enough out to breathe. Some of the students had even gathered up other men's cum and smeared it over him like lotion. It would take more than a long, hot shower for Vivian to feel clean after this.

It had been three and a half hours in total, half an hour since Kahma had first been told that his ward was missing. There were now five students using his body along with three onlookers. Judging from the number of slits on his thighs, he'd been fucked perhaps thirty-eight times and cum well over fifty. The black magic coursing through his body meant he never lasted long. He was always on the edge with no slack in between. All that was coming out now was a few drops of salty water and the occasional dribble of piss, though the orgasms remained as strong as ever. His mind was now slightly addled with arousal. He wasn't thinking any more, just feeling and experiencing. All he could see was pubic hair in front of him as men pushed themselves into his wide mouth and all he could near were the sounds of people having sex with him. There were voices too but he didn't notice what they were saying. They seemed so far off.

June 27, 2018

The air was barely breathable wherever the reaper roamed. It was rumored that the well-known Hall Monitor would reap souls 10 times each year, and with each year the number would increase or remain the same. When air became scarce and breathing became a chore for the students they always knew it was time. So, most hid or immediately went the other direction should they see him because...they could FEEL his murderous intent.

There were a few students here and there who claimed to have seen worse of him, and perhaps they were right. Kahma could become much worse than this. He knew and those select few students knew as well. In order to not deter him from his goal, he kept his eyes closed and forcefully lowered his senses. There was no way he'd be able to kill anyone if he couldn't see or sense them. Though he could still 'see' within his senses enough to walk around obstacles or people, but most knew to walk around him instead.

His steps were evenly spaced, and his strides were all natural. It was almost as if he wasn't pissed enough to wring someone's neck. However, this was just a front to keep himself in check. Over time- as he finally grew closer to his destination he began to smell something- despite suppressing his sense of smell. It was foul but...something about it had turned his head, literally. He allowed his heightened senses to go back to 100% and immediately his hands clamped over his nose.

"What the absolute hell!?" The foulest odor he had ever smelled was literally flowing through the hallways and it smelled...worse than shit. He held back the unbearable urge to vomit and decided to follow the scent blindly. Like hell he'd let that shit get into his eyes. At least not yet....

The smell grew stronger the closer he got to Secor B, the one he had passed up to go to Sector C...It hadn't crossed his mind yet but it would soon. There was something...strange about the whole situation. Kahma frowned at the thought, but where was this odor when he passed Sector B before, and didn't that security guard send him right past it? What the hell?! Kahma suddenly stopped right outside of the bathroom. The smell was coming from here but there was a strong scent of magic in the air.

Magic...that wasn't his- in the air near and inside of the bathroom. "I couldn't smell anything...because of Yangja students? Then-...." deep crimson eyes widened, and he immediately rushed inside. The sight before him right along with the smell sent a several shocks throughought his body from his own magic. The anger required for the situation was far too much for Kahma's body to handle. There would be a consequence no doubt at the amount of rage ready to explode out of him, but at this point he really didn't care.

This was unforgivable. This called for severe punishments of the highest degree. This...ohoho this. They were all going to die. Kahma closed his eyes, took a sharp inhale and turned himself around. God this place reeked so bad he could taste it- but he became numb as soon as his eyes landed on his thoroughly abused ward. Vivian had been missing for hours- and there was no way in hell that these were the only people who had done this to him. He needed to find them all at once. They needed to be dealt with immediately.

He placed his hand on the wall near the exit of the bathroom. A pulse shot through the bathrooms walls, deep purple magic wrapping around the roots of the other magic used in the bathroom. From there it ran throughout the whole school, tracing the code of magic and students within the building until it found perfect matches. Even non-magical students were found. Deep purple vines would shoot out of the ground no matter where each individual was, and it would wrap around them until they were completely immobile. It would squeeze them until it was hard to breathe, then drag them back into the bathroom they had once had their 'fun' in.

Kahma turned around and waited for only three minutes and all the while the students who were currently fucking his ward hadn't noticed him. He had no problem with that. It was better this way. However, the screams of several students coming in their direction would alert them, as they all looked up in the same instance, and in a flash the lights in the bathroom went out. The image of Kahma smiling at them with a very evident blood lust would be all they saw before several other students were flung at them.

As the lights came on one by one, they could see the outline of Kahma better and better but only a few lights were on. The rest remained off leaving the bathroom in creepy, dim lighting. The filth from the first urinal to the very last disgusted him. These students were disgusting. Kahma let out an almost tired sigh.

"I'm sure the lot of you know why you're here. You see-" he took a few steps forward, holding a hand out towards Vivian. "This here is MY ward. One you've all defiled countless times, according to the marks on his thighs. Don't think I don't know what you've done. I am THE Reaper for a reason. I know all of your sins. My magic is far more superior than any of you could ever imagine. So I wonder why you would go as far as to- trouble me this way. Now I suppose i should be rational...." Purple miasma began to fill the room, thickening until breathing was nearly impossible.

"Rationality says that I should execute all of you in the most painful fashion. So it's time you all had a long nap. Consider yourselves lucky. Your souls have been reaped by Karma the Reaper-"

_______

Kahma stood over what remained of the students who harmed and raped his ward. He shuddered as a cold chill flowed through him. Suddenly the affects of his anger came all at once, making his knees weak as a seering pain shot up his spine, and continued to spread throughout his body. His lips quivered as he continued to pant heavily. Sweat rolled over his brow and down his face. His bright red eyes slowly began to fade back to their mismatched colors of faded orange and proper gray. He quickly brought his hand up to his mouth to cover the cough that dared escape from his mouth. Only when he pulled away did he notice the red liquid coating the extremity.

"Why is all of this shit...even happening?" Kahma had asked it aloud but to no one in particular. The bathroom was a bit warm but his miasma had evaporated a few moments after those filthy creatures were dealt with. He leaned against the only clean part of the bathroom, his shoulder touching the wall as he tried to gain himself. He didn't want to walk over to Vivian. He was literally at the center of everything foul. He'd have to burn his clothes after walking over there.

"Why...can't they learn not to tamper with my things?" The keeper let out a dry chuckle, then pulled himself from the wall and towards Vivian. He hated listening to the splashing of water as he stepped in the icky grossness. His skin was slowly becoming pale, an after affect of the mass amounts of anger he was forced to emit. He isn't built to store that much and release it all at once in one session. It would be suicide for anyone else. It would slowly heal in due time. All the ailments at least.

Kahma slowly reached up but paused for a moment. Vivian...had to be in immense amounts of pain. There was only so much a pleasure spell could do in order to numb pain this great. Kahma- against his better judgement placed a hand to the side of Vivian's face. "If you promise to listen to me- I'll never let anything like this happen again. No one would touch you again...no one excempt me...but your stubborness is what really draws others in. Your differences...being asvang. I am the only person who could protect you fully. I...kill for you." Kahma froze once he realized how sincere he sounded. He shook off the sudden release of unecessary emotion. He pushed it all back down and moved to cut Vivian down.

His magic cut through the traces of magic that had a hold on Vivian, as he collected him into his arms bridal style. "Let's get you fixed up, Vivian." Somehow...Kahma's words sounded almost endearing. As he headed towards the exit- a figure disappeared from the outside as if no one was ever there in the first place.

________

Kahma was unable to reverse the effects of the disgusting bathroom but he knew he could heal Vivian's physical probles. The burns, the cuts, and he had even cleaned him while he was still out of it. The magic cast on the poor ward was erased but psychologically there was little Kahma could do. The only magic he could use for psychological issues was brainwashing, suppressing memories, and remembrance. None of those seemed suitable for the job.

Now he currently sat at the edge of his bed, hunched over as he tried to calm himself. He was in deep shit. His miasma had killed more people than he had, and the notification from the Head Mistress came just an hour ago. A severe punishment by the lady herself. The note was left out open on the bed, Vivian had been placed neatly under the covers while Kahma mulled over what his next step would be. He had no clue what the Head Mistress was going to do- and Ms. Eun-Jung couldn't help him out of this one. The thing is- he had no idea he even had a miasma. According to the letter that was sent- it was a potent substance that filled the air with a deep purple cloud the angrier he got. He knew of its presence but was never fully aware of it.

However, now he was very much aware, and in the deepest shit possible because of it. "You win some- and you lose some." He slammed his head down into his hands and shook it with a deep groan.

July 2, 2018

Vivian noticed very little at that point in time. His world was made up of horrendous pain, heat and arousal. There was no escape from it. The sensations had swallowed him whole. As he felt the two cocks leaving his body, he moaned out loud and long. His head was strapped in place by the rubber and his mouth was dislocated otherwise he would have closed his mouth and drooped his head.

As the miasma filled the room, the asvang began to choke and gasp for air. Vivian’s eyes popped open and cum rolled onto his eyeballs. He blinked hard and began to struggle with what little strength was left in him. He couldn’t breathe! Suddenly, the smell of death filled his nose and he really began to panic. His chest rose and fell dramatically as he desperately tried to get out of the rubber. It wasn’t like rope though. It had a little give and stretch to it but he couldn’t get it loose. It stuck to his skin. He let out a gurgling noise and cum rolled onto the floor.

Another gurgle escaped the asvang and his body began to buck violently. Vomit burst from his open mouth and leaked out his nose. The vomit projected out of him, across the room and splattered on the floor. His body was trying to force all that foreign matter from his body. It just kept coming. The whole room was filled with the sound of Vivian hurling up everything inside him. When there was no cum left inside him, he continued to vomit up his own bile and blood from his severely damaged digestive tract. Even when his body was empty, it didn’t stop. He kept dry retching so hard that his body arched and bucked. He was still retching when Kahma came over to him and touched his cheek, though it had subsided to gagging.

Vivian wasn’t aware of what Kahma was saying. He could hear a voice but he was too out of it to understand it. He just groaned and shuddered, thinking another student was about to fuck him. He’d take it too. His cock was still hard and he’d been just about to experience another ground-shattering orgasm before the previous students had been forced to pull out of him.

The asvang groaned as he was let down. His body was so stiff it would be hard for even Kahma to unbend those joints. Vivian lay in Kahma’s arms, his mouth gaping wide and his breathe smelling of vomit, blood and cum. Every now and then his body bucked and he gagged again. Soon, however, exhaustion took over him and he passed out. His eyes remained half open but his mind was gone. His body had surrendered.

*** *** ***

At first Vivian didn’t want to wake up. His body felt heavy and he was sure the pain was waiting for him to open his eyes before it struck all at once. He lay there in wait, breathing softly and listening to the world around him. Kahma was there. He tensed as he heard the man speak. "You win some- and you lose some."

Vivian’s eyes darted back and forth while he hesitated. Did he want to speak up? What would Kahma do to him if he knew he was awake? Kahma sounded upset. Would he be likely to snap or attack at having his privacy interrupted? Vivian bit his lip. He still wasn’t feeling any pain, which was strange considering the state he’d been in when he passed out. How long had he been asleep? Asvang’s bodies did shut down to conserve energy while they were in a healing state so it was likely nobody had been able to wake him for perhaps a week.

Groaning to announce that he was awake, Vivian pushed himself into a sitting position. He looked over at Kahma and again braced himself for a wave of pain that never arrived.

‘Are you okay?’ he asked softly.

Vivian stretched and rubbed his arms. He looked around the room a little then tensed up as he realised something – he was naked! Vivian yanked the sheets up to cover his bare chest and bit his lip. He really did not like being naked while Kahma was at the end of the bed.

‘What time is it?’ he asked hesitantly. ‘What day is it? How did I get here?’

July 2, 2018

Several thoughts ran through Kahma’s mind while Vivian awakened. He could hear his ward’s groan but it was pushed down as he continued to process his own thoughts. It was an attempt at sorting through the inner workings of his mind but he was only semi-successful in the end. His sigh of defeat lined up perfectly with Vivian’s question. The brunette was surprised he was even able to catch the others words.

“Yeah. Been better,” he slurred in an almost forlorn tone. He looked over his shoulder to take in his awakened ward. It was nice to see him clean and rid of the filth those...foul creatures forced his body to accumulate. Before he could ask how Vivian was holding up, said asvang suddenly grew self-conscious of his body being out in the open and covered up.

“I don’t see a point in hiding yourself. I’ve seen you naked enough times. The most recent time being the most unpleasant.” He had muttered the last part but the point still stood. The Keeper shook his head and turned to look down at his hands. The extremities were clasped together while his elbows rested on the slab of meat just above his knees.

“It’s a quarter past 2 AM. You were abducted and raped by students Yesterday.” For a moment Kahma turned his upper body, even going as far as to lay his right leg half-pretzel style on the bed to catch Vivian’s eyes. “How do you think you got here? If you still can’t piece it together I brought you here. How do you feel? Fixing you up is pretty draining so I am not sure if I did everything properly.”

* * *

After a few moments of silence, Kahma turned his back to Vivian and looked at the lit candle across from the bed. So much had happened in so little time. It was a wonder of how either of them hadn’t fallen to complete insanity just by being alive. Everything was trying to tear them down. “If I woke you then feel free to go back to sleep. Although drained and still recovering myself I can’t seem to find sleep right now.” Kahma’s slumped forward with a gentle shake of his head.

“Before you go back to sleep- we have something to talk about.” Kahma looked over Vivian for a moment, then stood from the bed simply saying, “I’ll go get you some sleep wear.”

- -

After Vivian changed and they were both comfortable to a degree- Kahma began to speak. “I spent hours looking for you. I was desperate for reasons I couldn’t understand. In the back of my mind I wondered- why the hell I was so fixated on finding you? Why not wait until the next day and have someone throw me the mess that would’ve been left of you? It...turned out to be more complicated than that.”

Kahma’s mismatched eyes glanced at the covers, and rolled over the sheets. “I never particularly liked you. I hated becoming a Keeper because I had to watch what they all called. ‘The freak.’ There were plenty of other names but that one stuck the most. I gained more power and freedom by becoming a Keeper sure but; what was it that really had me going?” The Keeper suddenly looked up- right at Vivian almost too suddenly.

“It’s a strange...occurrence that I’m still not used to but I’m slowly starting to kill for you- rather than for myself. No- it’s more like a combination of both. However, don’t get things twisted. My mental state is all kinds of fucked up. Half the time I barely know what I’m saying so take what I say with a grain of salt. That being said- you were raped, bruised, stained, abused and cut several times yesterday. When I found you in that state- I feel like I lost myself completely. My rage had never been so great. In some parts it felt good. To kill those who would harm things close to me.”

The man shook his head, rubbing his face with one of his hands. “My possessiveness goes two ways. In my eyes you belong to me but in reality you’re just close to me. Not as a family member of a best friend. It’s...strange. The only way I can describe it is like my old dog. She was a small beautifully bred dog. Many called her a mutt but she was perfect to me. Other dogs tried to attack her often but no matter what I protected her. She was my precious pet, and a loyal companion. Yet my relationship to you is as your Keeper. There is little to no companionship and while you’re not precious nor a true companion there is something that exists...between us that draws me to you in the ways that it does.”

Kahma lied down on the bed, moving to get under the covers. “Now...this may be the exhaustion talking but I’ve been doing lots of thinking lately. Something I don’t get to do often.” He turned his head so he could look Vivian right in the eye despite the angle he was still somewhat powerful looking even in the ‘vulnerable’ position.

“I want to explore that invisible pull but I can’t as things stand. You’re in constant danger and I’m constantly away. If you would learn to listen to me things would be much simpler...so I want you to listen, and listen well,” Kahma’s tone became dead serious. “I could protect you wholesomely if you would cooperate with everything I say. As your Keeper you’re naturally supposed to but- I can give you more in return. I could get you things you wanted too. However, if you are to continue to act out, disobey, and run away- I’ll have no choice but to let my violent urges take over. My magic prowess has increased after all. Those lessons really did pay off. I won’t give this kind of oppurtunity to you again.”

Kahma closed his eyes and turned so that his back was to Vivian. “Although the difference in my behavior relies solely on your actions. I am only unforgiving when I feel the strongest need to be. It doesn’t have to be that often with you.”

July 2, 2018

Hearing the miserable sound in Kahma’s voice, Vivian couldn’t help but feel pity for the man. For a few moments he considered reaching out and resting a hand on the man’s shoulder but the fact he was naked stopped him.

‘It’s doesn’t matter how many times, I will still hide myself,’ Vivian replied slowly. There was something about Kahma’s scent at present that had him ill at ease. Vivian was never very good at handling other people’s emotions. He felt for them. Right now Kahma smelled as if he could curl up in a ball of misery and some part of the asvang just wanted to go over there and comfort him.

‘Oh,’ Vivian replied. ‘I’m well enough. Thank you, Sir. This is far better than waking up in the infirmary.’

Vivian nodded at Kahma’s next remark. He was still feeling drained after what had happened and could easily go back to sleep but he felt Kahma needed his company. Otherwise, why would the man be sitting on the end of his bed?

As soon as he had his pyjamas in hand, Vivian pulled the night shirt over his head. He glanced at Kahma a few times and visibly hesitated.

‘Forgive me, Sir. I don’t suppose you could close the curtains while I change?’ he asked. ‘I can’t change in front of people.’

Once Vivian was fully dressed, he opened the drapes again and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. He didn’t know what Kahma was going to say or what he was going to do but it sounded serious. They’d never really talked since becoming keeper and ward. There had never really been the will or the opportunity.

‘I’m grateful you didn’t leave me, Sir. Ingesting that much cum would have been deadly for any asvang,’ Vivian said. He kept his head turned towards Kahma but occasionally his eyes would dart away and he’d look around the room. Making eye contact with people was uncomfortable for him. There were many times in his life where it was forbidden and he wasn’t sure if Kahma would allow such a thing.

‘I’m not a freak,’ Vivian breathed out. ‘I’m just not human. I’m not deranged, violent or dangerous like the other students here either. I don’t belong here and I don’t know why the other staff here can’t see it.’

The asvang looked down at his hands rather than Kahma this time as he continued to listen. He massaged his hands together and nodded whenever he thought Kahma needed a response. He even shifted and sat back as his keeper lay back on the bed and got under the covers. Vivian didn’t comment on the fact Kahma was crawling into the wrong bed but he wouldn’t sleep in the same bed as another man – especially one who’d raped him in the past.

‘I’m not gay, Kahma,’ came Vivian’s response. He hesitated a moment before pressing on. ‘You can explore that pull however you want but you can’t force me to reciprocate. We are keeper and ward; that’s as far as it goes.’

‘I will listen to you, I will care about you and I will be your friend if you need it but I cannot love another man. Nor will I willingly have sleep with one or have sex with one,’ Vivian answered. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes a moment. A long, heavy breath escaped him and he continued to listen to what Kahma had to say. ‘I will cooperate with you and do as you say. I won’t “act out” as you put it. I have no intention of causing you or anyone else any trouble. I really don’t, despite what Madam Eun-Jung thinks.’

‘That said, however, I will not let you have your way with my body. If you or anyone else tries to have sex with me or attack me against my will, I will run, I will struggle and I will protect myself. I’m your ward, not your sex toy or your punching bag,’ he replied when Kahma had finished.

It seemed that was all Kahma wanted to say, for he turned over and seemed to settle. His heart was beating slower and quieter than before and his breathing was softer but he still seemed to be in distress. Vivian wondered if Kahma would sleep at all tonight or whether he would lay awake and think to himself.

‘Goodnight, Kahma,’ Vivian said softly as he rested a hand on the man’s shoulder.

Again, Vivian made no comment that Kahma was falling asleep in his bed. Instead he took one of the pillows and slid down the other side of the bed. He lay on the floor and closed his eyes. He didn’t mind sleeping on the floor. It didn’t bother him at all and he’d never needed sheets and blankets to keep him warm. Just the pillow was luxury enough for him. The student took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, lightly. He didn’t understand all of what Kahma had said but it troubled him. Just what were Kahma’s intentions towards him?

July 3, 2018

Kahma didn’t sleep that night. His clear distress made it impossible to sleep because he knew he was in actual trouble this time. Through the night he thought of ways he could get out of the trouble he was in...but very few ideas came up, and none of them seemed feasible. The head mistress was a tough woman, who never softened for anyone. It took him everything he had to erase her memories from the past, and even then she was still onto him but wasn’t certain why exactly.

It wasn’t only that but she was a very strong magical figure. The Keeper hated to admit it even if he was speaking to himself within his mind that- he lacked the control to go toe to toe with the Head Mistress in a battle of magic, and skill. Despite how much he tried to fight it...he couldn’t suppress that he was somewhat scared of what she might do to him. He had no idea of what she had planned for him and that just made it all the more frightening. As of now all he could do was wait it out….

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The call to the Head Mistresses office came two days later...and Kahma was to report to her office immediately. It was after class hours so Kahma would have to keep Vivian in the room.

___________

Kahma let out a shaky breath of air as he turned to face Vivian. It was time. “I’ve got to head down to the head mistresses office. I don’t know what time I’ll be back but go to bed on time. Don’t worry either. I should return at some point. Kahma was trying to be reassuring but he knew it probably wasn’t working that well. He tried putting on a small smile too but it soon faded as he opened the door, closed and locked it behind him.

The walk to the Mistresses office felt unevenly paced and he felt that his legs were moving too fast but he couldn’t slow down. Upon making it to the almost royal looking double doors about twice his size he raised his hand to knock but a voice cut him off. “Come in Kahma.”

Said man swallowed the lump in his throat and pulled at the golden handle to open the door. Once it was opened all he saw was a large desk but when his eyes trailed up the length of the crazy tall desk across the elegantly decorated room he finally saw whom he was here for. The Head Mistress. Her beautiful ebony skin was one of her defining features, as was her sharp golden eyes, and long purple hair. Yet her golden gaze was filled wih ice, and Kahma could feel her piercing gaze, penetrating what little confidence he had been building up for this moment.

The sound of the door closing behind Kahma surprised him enough that he almost jumped. ‘What the hell...get your shit together!’

“I’m glad you made it on time. It would’ve been quite troublesome if I had to drag you here by your broken arms.” The room either got colder or Kahma simply froze up. He felt is body stiffen at her remark. She sounded all too serious and it was only then did he notice a faint red cloud around her. He squinted until he realized what it was. Miasma! “So you’ve noticed it. It’s a lovely color isn’t it? It only appears when I am thoroughly displeased.” As she uttered those last few words her eyes narrowed, and the miasma became more visible to Kahma’s eyes. “You see the difference between us is that only one of us is mature enough to handle their Miasma. You see Kahma, I can control my lovely clouds of scarlet to the point where it also can be used as a separate power altogether. You on the other hand- only know how to let it consume air potency, and oxygen. You’re a disgrace.”

Kahma’s eyebrows furrowed and his own miasma began to appear, spreading out on his side of the room. “You watch it,” he sneered out with a dangerously dark tone. “What do you know anyway?! My fucking ward was kidnapped and raped several times by YOUR shitty students! Yet you have the audacity to-HRK” there was a sudden tightness around his neck that stopped his words altogether. The brunette’s eyes darted towards the woman in search of what position she was using...only to find that her hands were clasped together on her desk...the same way they had been for the majority of their conversation.

She was using her mind?! If it was that fortified to use magic without body movement then how was he able to erase her memories at all? Kahma struggled to breathe to the point where his face went completely red.

“Don’t you dare raise your voice at me.” Finally the tightening around his throat disappeared but he couldn’t rest yet. Rather abruptly he was flung against the wall to his right. As his back hit he found the air he barely managed to suck in leave him in that instant. The Keeper crashed onto the ground from his spot on the wall and placed his arms around his midsection. That hurt like a bitch. “Need I remind you that you’ve also raped your own ward?” The woman then looked down to a vanilla folder on her desk, pulling it open to look through some documents. “Not only that but you’re in charge of the asvang. That pathetic creature shouldn’t be used for anything more than a sex tool. If it calms the other students and fulfills their needs then why not let them? It makes my job easier.”

Kahma felt sick to his stomach but even more so at the woman’s words. She didn’t give two shits about Vivian. “You know what? How about I relieve you of your duty as a keeper and have the asvang used as a sex tool for the students? I’m sure it would make your job much eas-”

“NO! That’s fucking insane! I don’t give a shit if you don’t see him as a student or not.

He ISN’T a tool that you can do whatever you want with.He’s MY ward and I SAY what’s done with h-RK”

The woman’s eyes narrowed further as she slowly stood from her chair. “I thought I told you not to raise your voice at me. You’re already in trouble. Are you trying to earn a more severe punishment?” Kahma slowly shook his head, and she let him breathe again.

With a deep sigh, followed by a grunt of pain from the throbbing around his stomach, Kahma bent over and placed his hands on the ground with his head lowered. “I’m begging you Head Mistress, please leave Vivian be. He’s still a student who has done so little wrong.” Surprisingly even his words seemed more refined in that moment. Commendable.

The woman tilted her head to the side with raised eyebrows. “I don’t understand how you can defend something foreign to you. Something you have defiled just like those you’ve killed. What makes you any different?” Kahma felt himself visibly freeze up. What made him different? Was there any difference at all? Wasn’t he just like all the others? “I see you get my point. Why should it matter what I do to him? In the end the decision is mine.” Kahma vigorously shook his head.

“Punishment first...please.”

“As you wish....”

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Kahma returned to the room several hours late. It was almost time to awaken for the next day- but today was considered a holiday so there were no classes today. As soon as he opened the door he locked it behind him and fell onto his bed. His eyes were a dull gray, and his skin was unnaturally pale. Even his hair seemed to be a bit darker than normal. His veins could be seen through his skin, they all had an ominous, purple glow to them. The man buried himself beneath his blankets, shivering like a dog in winter. He felt so cold...despite the room being fairly warm. Nothing felt...right. Everything felt wrong.

_______________________

Two weeks finally went by, and Kahma had slowly recovered from the horrid state he had been in since his visit to the Headmistress’ office. “Vivian...we have to talk about something important,” Kahma began as he left the bathroom in fresh clothes and a refreshing scent.

“In order for other students to leave you alone...I have to show them who you belong to by making an example...I have to rape you. I’ll be...as gentle as possible but in front of other students you should be able to imagine how possible that really is...it’s not very in all honesty. When it’s all done you must let me make things better which will mean more skin on skin contact. I won’t penetrate you anymore but you’ll have to let me fix you in any way I see fit so you’re able to walk for the next day,” The Keeper explained in a soft voice. All whilst talking he had made his way towards Vivian so the ward knew he was being sincere in some shape or form.

July 30, 2018

Just like Kahma was sent to see the headmistress, Vivian was sent to see Madam Eun-Jung. His summons were the next day, soon after Kahma had sent him to his exercise class. He had been expecting the demands but still feared them. After her telling him that Kahma raping him was a way to break his mind and spirit, he was under no illusion that she cared for his welfare one bit. The twenty days being electrocuted had shown him that. She had sent him because she wanted something from him and perhaps to punish him for having sexual relations with other students. It had happened before that he'd been punished for what was essentially rape.

The Head of Discipline had him sitting outside her office for half an hour. He spent the time staring down at his hands, rubbing his fingers against one another. He breathed slow and steady to try to keep himself calm but when the door opened, his heart still clenched in his chest. He swallowed then smiled up at her as she ordered him inside. As bid, he sat in the chair opposite her and waited patiently while she bore down at him, grilling him with her eyes. It felt like she was a serpent about to strike out on a little field mouse.

'Do you know why you are here?' she asked calmly.

'Yes, Ma'am. I was locked up in the toilets for - I don't really know how long - and raped,' he answered. He looked down at his hands, never at her. No doubt it would only provoke her to make eye contact. He bowed his head low. 'Please forgive me. I was not a willing participant. I had no chance to fight them off or get help.'

'I don't care about your apologies. I want answers,' she said in a cool voice.

'Forgive me,' he replied.

'Do you know the ones who did this to you?' she asked.

Vivian repeated all the names he could remember, all the people whose scents he recognised. Eun-Jung continued to question him about what had happened to him, the magic they'd used and what houses they'd all been from. He answered all her questions in a level voice. He couldn't answer everything and hoped he wouldn't have his mind read, as he had on other occasions. They hadn't gone deep enough to read into his past but they had searched through his time at the academy. In the end, the way his senses worked were not compatible with his so they had little information to extract from him. He used sound and smell where the humans used sight. They could not see any of the other students' faces in his mind so they could not determine who was responsible. In the end they just gave up and pulled out from his head.

'Very well. You will be escorted to the psychiatrists' offices. I expect you to answer all their questions or your keeper will be brought in to read your mind. I want you to tell the psychiatrist exactly how this affair has affected you,' she said.

'As you wish, Madam,' he said politely, bowing his head again.

The asvang was always incredibly reluctant to speak to his psychiatrist. He didn't like talking about his experiences at all, he could sense the way they judged him and they had the authority to send him for all sorts of therapies. The electrotherapy rooms were still without a lead physician but there were other things they could do to him. As usual, he resisted but this time he gave them more than they usually got. He felt like he was being forced to relive his time in the male toilets and by the end of it he was exhausted. In the end he'd had enough though and stopped talking completely. He just stared at a blurry spot on the psychiatrist's desk and ignored the rest of the questions thrown at him. In the end the psychiatrist had no choice but to send him back to class.

*** *** ***

Vivian was reading when Kahma spoke to him. He almost didn't notice, so absorbed in his book he was. He looked blankly at Kahma for a few moments before the full weight of what his keeper was saying sank in. Vivian sucked in his lower lip and hesitated. He could smell the dread coming from Kahma. Part of him felt concern for Kahma, the other half felt the man deserved what he had coming to him after all the deaths he'd caused - not just the students from the toilets but the teacher he'd killed just for speaking out against him.

*** *** ***

The asvang's eyes fluttered as he heard the door open. He didn't move. Should he go to Kahma and see if he was all right? He didn't want to. There was a battle inside himself that strung out until he heard Kahma flop onto his bed. Vivian gritted his teeth. He should at least check on the man.

Vivian slowly rose and walked through the dark room until he came to the desk with a pitcher of water. He silently poured a glass then walked over to Kahma's bed.

'Sit up and drink this,' he instructed firmly. His voice left no room for refusal, which sounded strange given his soft voice. After a moment's hesitation, he tacked on, 'please, Sir. Drink.'

*** *** ***

As best he could, Vivian helped get water for his keeper and even had security escort him to the staff cafeterias so he could bring the man food. He very much doubted Kahma was in the mood to walk there himself. It took a lot of prostrating himself before security and begging to get them to agree. They didn't like Kahma but somehow he convinced them more than once to allow him to fetch food for the man. Several times blowjobs were suggested as payment but Vivian was always too repulsed by the idea and didn't get Kahma food on those occasions.

The student was just tying up his shoe laces ready to go to class when Kahma approached him. He stood up when Kahma said he had something important to say then came over and looked at the man curiously. What he said made Vivian step back once, twice. Vivian just stood there with his arms hanging by his sides, staring at Kahma in horror.

'I beg your pardon?' he asked slowly. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

'No! You can't imagine I'd agree to that,' he said firmly. 'You've already killed the people you found raping me in the toilets. Everybody in the school knows what you did. Eun-Jung is hunting for the others and will no doubt punish them as well. That's enough to keep people away.'

'I'm not going to let you have my body. I will resist you, just as I did last time,' he said. Not that he had succeeded last time either. In truth, he knew there was little he could do to stop Kahma from doing what he wanted. He couldn't even stop other students from fucking him. Vivian exhaled slowly and closed his eyes. 'Please don't do this. There has to be another way.'

September 21, 2018

The almost blank expression on Kahma’s face should have said enough but he spoke anyway, “There isn’t. This is the only way.” Kahma could tell what kind of thoughts were probably running through Vivian’s mind right now but...he would take no chances. This was happening one way or another. He slowly lifted his hand from its rested position at his side, a purple glow forming around Vivian as it lifted him off the ground.

“The more you struggle the tighter the hold will be. Though you’re very thick-headed so I’ll let you figure that out.” Kahma made a pulling gesture with the same hand that he raised. Vivian would soon find himself being magically pulled towards Kahma but he’d come to a halt just an inch away from the Keeper himself. With a quick look over Vivian it was decided that he was in well enough condition to be fucked. Turning around the man headed for the door, the floating bound Vivian following steadily after him. This was Kahma’s resolve to the situation with all of the rapist students in the school. All words of protest would fall on deaf ears. Kahma couldn’t and wouldn’t be talked out of this. It was impossible.

The walk was long and the hallways seemed to stretch on forever despite the amount of turns the Reaper made. It turned out that roughly 15 minutes had passed before the multi-brunette haired man came to a stop at a classroom door. His hand reached for the golden knob, turning it then he pushed the door open. A class full of students and a teacher all turned their heads to face him as he had interrupted the lesson. He made a dismissive wave to the teacher. Said teacher gave a stiff nod and went to seat himself at his desk. This wasn’t mind-control. Staff had been warned of Kahma’s misdeeds and how he was above justice due to his status. It was in their best interest to listen to him at this point.

His head turned to look over his shoulder, mismatched eyes looking right into Vivian’s. Almost like a silent, ‘This is happening one way or another. Cooperate or don’t.’ The coldness in his eyes was almost similar to the first time he had punished Vivian. Though he wasn’t trying to play friendly right now. He was among other students and he had a reputation to upkeep. Just his presence should scare them and any who thought they had anything over him or tried to stop him would be brutally erased from existence.

Then again that was a rumor that had spread after the bathroom incident. It wasn’t supposed to be made public but word got out of how Vivian was raped by other students in one of the mens bathrooms. Everybody talks...as they say. Unfortunately what happened to those students didn’t slip past the line of secrecy. Everyone knew what Kahma had done but...no one understood why. They didn’t know much about him on a personal level. They’d never know he was a possessive, mentally unstable, kill with no qualms Hall Monitor/Keeper. His level was one maintained solely on his own.

Kahma slowly headed towards the front of the room- Vivian’s floating form following behind him. Once behind the teacher’s front desk Kahma looked over the classroom then to Vivian, raising a hand to place on the small of Vivian’s back. “This is my Ward. Surely you all know this,” he began looking about the room to each individual with a plain expression on his face.

November 13, 2018

'I said "no",' Vivian said firmly. 'If you do this, you're just as bad as them.'

The asvang tensed as the purple glow began to form. He tugged at it and tried to work his way free but as Kahma had said, it only got tighter. With a sigh, Vivian stopped before it started cutting off circulation. There was no point fighting the magic. He had to find a way to reason with his keeper. The only thing was, Kahma was not at all a reasonable person. What coould possibly stop him from what he set his mind to. Vivian took a deep, steadying breath.

'There are better ways of deterring people. You could go on your own witch hunt and scare them out of touching me. You don't have to hurt them, just make them know you are watching them and will act if they try to have sex with me again,' Vivian said. 'Raping me won't scare them into behaving. People already know I am your ward. They'd probably even find it amusing that you banged me in front of a class. It won't deter them.'

Vivian remained fairly calm until they got to the classroom. The student always had exercise first up but that didn't seem to matter to Kahma. Any class would do. When they got inside this particular classroom, however, Vivian's heartrate started to increase. This was Seo Min's classroom. He could pick up on the girls' scent from across the room. As Vivian began to pull at the purple magic, he heard her whisper his name. Getting raped was no longer a problem, so long as it didn't happen in front of this class!

'Please, Kahma! These are Mabeob students. They're good people who would not intentionally harm anyone. These aren't the students who raped me,' he said urgently. He tried to keep himself calm for Seo Min's sake. If he panicked, she would panic too.

'I'll do whatever you want. I'll suck you off and scream for you. I'll even shout out that I belong to you so long as you don't do it in front of this class,' Vivian begged. He could feel Min watching him. Her heartrate was getting higher. That was dangerous for everybody.

'Stop and listen to reason, Kahma. This is dangerous. Mabeob students are volatile. You could cause chaos by stirring them up. Choose another classroom,' the blonde said insistently. He'd keep begging until Kahma decided to take it elsewhere. If Kahma agreed to go to another classroom, Vivian would take what was coming to him.

'Please!' Vivian cried out finally, his voice on the edge of panic. 'There is someone in this class I care about. If you do this, you will activate their powers and there will be complete, destructive chaos. She can't control them. They're linked to her emotions and raping me will send her into ma destructive spiral. I've given you fair warning but if you do this, I will tell Eun-Jung you ignored my advice and knowingly caused the destruction.'

'I'll get the headmistress involved! I don't care what happens to me but don't involve this classroom! I'll obey but you have to find another class to ' Vivian begged even as he was bent over the desk. 'I'll see to it that you are punished for this. You need to understand what you're doing. Desks will twist and break, bones will shatter and everything will go flying around the room. It will set off the rest of the class and you'll have a catastrophe on your hands. You'll have a whole class of unrestrained power on your hands. These people can't control their magic like you can. Don't get them involved.'

OOC: It's up to you at what point Kahma decides to take Vivian to another classroom or if he decides to continue with this one. If he agrees at some point, just ignore everything after that point.

November 22, 2018

Why? What was it about these students that made Vivian so...panicked? The look in his eyes, the way he trembled and babbled on about the dangers. So what if they couldn’t control their powers, so what if they killed one another. The headmistress could kiss his whole ass and then be forced to forget that she had done so. That thought brought a mischievous grin to his pale face. Of course because he wasn’t completely oblivious to everything he listened to the warnings and considered his options. The catastrophe that followed would be on his hands but- the catastrophe in question would be that he had murdered another student for ruining his demonstration.

Even a rough backhand could cause damage if he let enough magic flow through his hand. He considered that too but knowing that Vivian would do whatever he said if they took it somewhere else was all but too enticing. He’d bite...this time. Kahma turned his head towards the teacher who immediately locked eyes with him. “My- apologies for interrupting. You may continue the lesson.” There was a bit of sarcasm in his voice, laced with his lackadaisicalness. He didn’t care if he interrupted a classroom or not. That wasn’t something that needed to be pointed out because everyone knew by now.

The half-transparent vines of purple restraining Vivian in the air coiled around him but didn’t tighten even a fraction. The Keeper strolled down the aisle between the desks and out the classroom door, turning the corner as soon as he exited. Without turning to face his ward he spoke, “I’m not leaving the classroom out of fear of what’ll happen to the students or whatever you had planned to blab on about to the headmistress. I could care less if they all end up dead but- your cooperation would be a great asset to me. And so my terms for leaving that classroom- you will pretend you thoroughly enjoy being fucked by me and me only. When I ask who you belong to you will only say my name and no one else’s. You will obey my every command no matter what it is. If I sense any hesitance we are going back to the previous classroom.”

With that being said the man headed off to another random classroom full of students he didn’t care about. The occurence with the teacher was different this time around. It was a woman with short-brown hair. Her eyes were extremely round so she must’ve been from out of country. Probably an american or something. With her hands on her hips at his intrusion along with a cold glare. Kahma smirked in delight. He loved a good challenge. Take that with a grain of salt.

“Excuse me, Kahma, but you’re interrupting my class.” Her hands moved from her hips to her chest as she crossed her arms. Her displeasure was- intriguing at best.

“Ah but I need to perform a demonstration. If you try to stop me not only will I have to add on a demonstration but the first won’t be...so pretty.” The ice dripping off of each word should’ve given the hint that he wasn’t messing around but still she refused to back down.

“I’m afraid if you don’t leave my classroom in the next 10 seconds I’ll be forced to get- physical.” Kahma’s eyes widened, his smile growing into a open mouthed grin of surprise. She really had the balls. He began to chuckle actually amused instead of pissed like he should’ve been. All traces of miasma from any previous frustrations today completely disappeared.

With slow but fluid motions Kahma began to let his magic travel across the room- unnoticed by the woman. “Ah I would leave but it seems like-” he made a pulling motion and the woman jerked forward. “I’ve been tied down to you. Lilly.” He had read her name from the name stand she had resting on her desk. Lily Apple. It was a surprisingly cute name and with the woman’s short stature it fit very well.

Her eyes narrowed at him but he knew the battle had already been won. “Won’t you be so kind as to go take a seat for a little while. Maybe you’ll learn something from this demonstration too.” Against her will she was forced into her chair and strapped to it,unable to move anything Kahma didn’t want her to. Before she could get a word out he let one of his purple vines go over her mouth, forcing her to stay quiet for the time being.

Time to start over again.

“As you all know- this is my ward,” the Reaper began while gesturing towards Vivian. “I’m sure most of you have heard what has happened not too long ago. A couple of idiots who were a waste of space put their filthy hands on my Ward. So now I will demonstrate my dominance. Much like in an Alpha/Omega situation I will kill or severely injure anyone who touches my Ward. I am the Alpha over all Alpha’s. If you have a problem with that- say it now or even afterwards. I asure you that dealing with it will be of no trouble to me. Now let us begin.”

His eyes averted to Vivian, the purple magic slowly descending towards the ground to safely let Vivian land before it disappeared. His command came out whispered- only audible to Vivian himself. “Strip- then get onto the table.”

January 27, 2019

It seemed Kahma had waited until the last second to change his mind about raping Vivian in front of the Mabeob classroom. He had a hand on the small of Vivian's back and the young student was trying desperately to keep his legs closed. At the same time, he was worried that if he acted too panicked, the girl he liked would clue into his trepidation. As his keeper apologised for interrupting, Vivian knew he'd won. He rested his head against the desk and heaved a sigh of relief before looking up to locate Seo Min and smile at her reassuringly. There was more than a hint of relief on his face and he hoped it would settle her nerves.

'What's happening?' Seo Min whispered, knowing Vivian would hear her.

'I'm fine. Everything's fine. I managed to convince my keeper not to hurt me,' he said aloud, not worrying whether he got punished for it. It was more important to reassure Seo Min. As such, Vivian didn't struggle as Kahma's power lifted him up and carried him out of the room. He didn't struggle or complain and there was an almost self-satisfied smile on his face, at least until they left the room. The moment they were in the hall, Vivian took a deep breath and waited for Kahma to threaten him with something even worse than rape.

Vivian didn't respond when Kahma explained his deal. He just accepted that this was better than the alternative. What was he to say anyway? That he was happy about Kahma fucking him in front of a classroom full of potentially dangerous men and women? That he wanted people to think he liked taking it up the arse? That he didn't think Kahma's plan would work? It was better to keep quiet. After all, Kahma had said that if he sensed any hesitation, they would return to Seo Min's class.

As Kahma interacted and threatened yet another teacher, Vivian remained silent. He didn't look at Kahma, Miss Apple or the students. Instead, he looked down at his hands and rubbed his thumb along his other pointer finger. He resisted the urge to lick or nibble at his lip in case any sign of anxiety would have Kahma make good on the man's threat to go back to the first classroom. Only when Kahma whispered to him did the student look up. He smiled at Kahma in a pleasant enough way then concentrated on undoing his neckerchief. He focused on removing his clothes in a very deliberate and calm manner but was careful not to go too slow in case his rapist became impatient. With each item of clothing he removed, he folded it up neatly and crouched down to place it on the floor beside him. When he was wearing nothing - not even his socks or shoes - he glanced over to the man who was about to fuck him for confirmation. It was one last imploring look in hope that Kahma would change his mind.

Without voicing any qualms, Vivian walked over to the teacher's desk with both hands covering his privates. He faced the front of the room so the students would only see the back of him and slid up onto the desk. Once up, he moved to the middle of the desk and sat with his legs crossed. It was a deliberate move to delay the inevitable. Now Kahma would have to tell him to present himself properly before he could continue this debauched display.

'Please don't hurt me,' Vivian said in a light and quiet voice so only Kahma would hear. He intended to put on a show of liking it as Kahma had instructed but that would be difficult if it was painful. He doubted Kahma had any lubricant with him, or even owned any, so it was going to be rough as it was. The younger man looked over at Kahma expectantly, his expression far calmer than he felt. There was a moment of hesitation but then Vivian took one hand off his privates, held out his hand for the man and beckoned him over. He wondered whether it was worth toying with Kahma but at the same time he had a lot to lose. As Kahma came over, Vivian looked down in a manner that was almost coy and his cheeks went as pink as cherry blossoms. He would follow any order but he would have to be instructed rather than taking the initiative.

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