Power Rangers in Spandex (JapFightSchool)

[johnsmith2007]

Power Rangers in Spandex (JapFightSchool)

Usual warning for any of the Japanese stories, violence, sex and young people as per the norm.


She was floating above the bed as the nurses and doctors scurried around like insects below her. The crash team rushed in and they immediately threw back the bed clothes revealing her naked body. She gasped.


Silver slithered across the shinny floor of the hall, keeping all her yellow coated lithe body in contact with the marble. It?s cold transferring completely through the thin skin tight spray on spandex catsuit so that her nipples were soon erect and tingling with the cold caress. Her head was bent low so the enclosing metal helmet with its IR sensors and mike was kept just above the ground. The fluorescent yellow colour of her uniform had by Fuse?s skill and technical wizardry been keyed to the all seeing eyes of the security cameras, rendering her invisible. She had however to stay less than six inches from the floor or otherwise the old fashioned light beam detectors would discover her presence, but as she snaked her way towards the end of the entrance hall she was now gasping as her erect clit with its shinny slippery glistening sheath slid across the hard unyielding surface.

?Concentrate, you can fuck me all you want later?, came the calm voice of Fuse in her ear. She suppressed a giggle, her lover was monitoring her vitals and had spotted the increase in her heart beat and breathing even beyond its already drugged up peak.
?Cold stone is soo, soo, soo, hard?, she sighed into the throat mike, knowing this would not only get her boy all hot and bothered, but probably get his overactive imagination working on some new sex kink for them to explore.

As she reached the end of the hall, a highly patterned carpet replaced the marble, but she had to wait a minute or so for Fuse to check the sensors installed on it and diagnose a cure.
?Simple pressure pads in the main board room area, the wiring should be to your left?, and following his every instruction she lifted the edge of the weave with her punch dagger and installed a bypass.
?Use the electro detector again?, he commanded, ?she bit back a reply, she had fitted the microchip correctly and there was no need to check her work, but this was also no place for a lovers quarrel.
?We have a problem,? she could hear the tension in his voice even as he tried to remain calm, ?the sensors have already been bypassed.?

It was only then that the Assassin risked raising her head to glance into the large room the hallway led into. By a desk a furtive figure was illuminated in the glow of a small palm top that had been connected to a terminal. The other girl was similarly coated as was Silver, but in gloss pink, her naked teen body more painted than clothed by the skin-tight spandex of the chameleon catsuit that made her and Arimi invisible to the cameras. The Burglar was obviously after the company secrets the Sacho had on his Mac, but it was the other schoolgirl?s bad luck to have stumbled into an Assassination where everyone, especially a thief was expendable.

?Another girl, dressed like me,? hissed Silver realising that the reason she had had no warning was that the other girls suit not only blinded the guards cameras but must also have fooled Fuse?s feed as well. Her lover gasped and then replied.
?I?ll freeze frame the room camera, kill her,? his calm voice echoed in her ears.

Reaching slowly down to her hip Silver slid the twelve inch bladed killing knife from its scabbard, the smooth steel slipping along her naked yellow thigh. Easing onto the carpet she edged silently forward towards the preoccupied figure of the other naked intruder. Her weapon was made for fighting but also balanced to perform as a throwing knife, and the other girls back presented a perfect target for the sharp pointed tool. Crouching she hefted the knife and swung back to throw, but even as she released the other girl, guided by some unknown sense had looked around, and with a silent yell flung herself sideways, the quivering blade shimmering passed her face to bury itself with a thunk into a book in the bookcase. The pink teen reacted like lightening, snatching a small dart gun from her belt and suddenly it was Silver who was rolling and dodging for her life as small flechettes, undoubtedly tipped with Curare or some other lethal poison hissed out of the barrel of the weapon to whistle into the carpet, wall and chair as Arimi scuttled for safety.

The pink girl chased her around the room firing all the time at her cart wheeling foe. She ducked behind some potted palm trees as her enemy continued to fire repeatedly and then vaulted across a large imitation pond for the safety of the massive board room table that was in the centre of the enormous office, but as Silver dived under the oak table she had no intention of staying on the defensive. Her right arm shot out to hook around the solid table leg and her forward momentum was transferred into a pendulum swing and just as quickly as she had disappeared from the other girls view she trapiesed back out again, taking the Burglar by surprise, and kicking the legs out from underneath the other young female. With a scream the shinny pink girl crashed to the floor and Silver was on her in an instant.

As she had crashed with full force onto the prone body of the other light-weight Arimi had unwound from its wrist holder a steel garrotting wire and instinctively wrapped it around the neck of the other struggling girl, pulling tightly to choke, strangle and behead the other teen. The two entwined kittens now rolled across the thick carpeting as the desperate pink slithery Amazon tried to stave off her extinction. Three times the helmeted head of the other girl fired back to smash intro her facemask leaving Silver dizzy and disorientated. Like the yellow coated schoolgirl the other fighter was also wearing a neck guard which slowed the action of the garrotte, but would not save her life, and she tore frantically with her gloved hands at the wire that was killing her. Arimi now was glued to the back of her victim like a limpet, her slippery yellow panted naked legs entwined tightly around the other girl?s waist.

[johnsmith2007]

A few weeks Earlier?

Arimi was whimpering, paralyzed, fighting the urge to collapse into a heap sobbing, blood trickling from her lower lip as she bit hard to stop herself wailing in anguish and shame. Silver could hear the screams and yelling and sounds of fury from the corridor outside the changing rooms, but the nude teen Gladiatrix was frozen transfixed in front of the large mirror by the swimming pool showers. The horror that was her lithe youthful body was clearly reflected by the cold shinny steel. Her eyes were round pools as tears weld up, trickled down her cheeks to drip onto her pert round breasts, as she gazed at what a decade of constant life and death battles had left upon her nakedness.

Her repeatedly remodelled left tit was obviously an expressionist nightmare of blues and purples, but now all her old scars were on view; knife wounds, bites (human, dog, and rat), burns of all natures from acid to petrol, and also surgeon?s cuts for various replacement joints and reconstructions. The lurid map of ten years combat covered nearly the whole of her body. Her pretty face was also a tapestry of scar tissue and blotches, but she dared not even look at her groin, as the abuse she had taken over the years was so terrifying, to even look was unthinkable.

It had all started after the end of her conceded fight against the Korean. The Principle?s anger knew no bounds and added to this was the fact that he had quickly worked out what had been happening around the school. The rivalry between the different educational streams of students, each specialising in their own criminal careers, had always been used to divide and rule, and it had mystified the teachers as to who would have the physical abilities to climb up vertical walls and through air-ducts to avoid surveillance, and then have the technical ability to hack the computers and sensing devices. Fraternisation between the jocks and nurds was frowned upon to avoid the dream match up of a tech wizard, and a fearless athlete who would never say no to whatever challenge. In Fuse and Silver their nightmare had materialised.

When the pair had trashed the Principle?s office with their frantic rutting he had become obsessed with finding out who the phantom couple were, and now he knew. Due to his connections he could not really touch Fuse, but Silver on the other hand was at his mercy. On her discharge from the medical wing Arimi had found that she was now to be considered as school property, and found to her disgust she was scheduled for ?comfort duties?. However this had backfired, none of the teachers were stupid enough to risk the wrath of a known homicidal maniac, and that was if they were brave enough to confront the Fight Mistresses anger if they dared to try and ?use? her star fighter. However it was her banning from the regular morning health spa visits that started arguments among all the faculty professors as this had never been done before.

The contract that all the Crime Academies had with each schoolgirl attending the Fight Schools was that at the end of their career they would be sent to America for intensive plastic surgery, skin grafts and beatification. However while they were still ?active? the doctors would patch them up, and covering camouflage creams massaged into their naked bodies, concealing the deep scars of combat. Pointedly the Principle had not allowed her breast reconstruction to be ?made over? at the hospital wing, and then when she had arrived next morning for her early morning massage with the rest of the fight stream students she had been refused admittance. Very soon all the fight school girls were in near open revolt, and the boys soon joined them, as if they wanted to continue to fuck the nubile girls, or just retain their sex organs, agreeing with the hellcats was mandatory .

For Silver her shame became intense as her old injuries had started to show through within days of returning to classes. The laughter of the girls from the Espionage, Intrusion, Surveillance and Technical education steams had haunted her ever since, and even the lowest ranked students, those training for the Sex Industry, had dared to look her full in the face and mock. And then the Principle had ordered her to attend the school swimming gala. While three quarters of the school laughed and giggled she had fled from the poolside in floods of tears, only for some spiteful bitches to follow her into the changing areas, laughing and spitting on her. That had caused the riot only tear gas and baton rounds had stopped.

Eventually it had been Fuse who had found her nearly an hour later, curled up in a ball, sobbing her heart out on the tile floor in the changing area. He had covered her in his school uniform jacket and led her still weeping back to his room.
?I have returned with my father. He has an offer to make to Principle-san that he cannot refuse?, the small boy whispered into her ear as he gently caressed her tormented, naked, shivering body. An hour later she was back in the school office, but this time the head was not for once in charge. A small man she did not recognise was explaining the details of a rather special job and a rather special team that he would need to do it, and her lover was sitting obediently at her side. The boss of the Asoka Yakuza was not about to let any teachers likes or dislikes get in the way of his requirements, and the payment of full reinstatement to student status for Silver was a price so insignificant he laughed when Fuse insisted on it.
?First come back alive my son before demanding the price?.

[johnsmith2007]

An Office in Paris, 10th floor of the European HQ of a famous Japanese Company?


In desperation the Burglar lunged to her knees pulling a stunned Arimi after her. Both girls were of similar height and weight but the adrenaline rush needed for survival gave the pink girl added strength as carrying her enemy she rose up and then smashed Arimi?s back across the edge of the heavy table. With a scream of agony the Assassin fell off the other teen?s back, but her determination to win meant that even through her pain she did not release her hold on the wire, so both schoolgirls fell entangled to the floor. Silver was pinned beneath the slick nubile form of the other naked female, flat on her back on the carpet. The Burglar twisted and writhed across her torso as her life was snuffed out, both her hands scratching at her own neck to claw at the wire and halt its constrictions. Then with a dieing effort the pink kitten jack-knifed her body up, throwing her legs above her head and with all her strength crashed her firm boyish ass down onto the yellow skinned naked stomach of her would-be murderer.

The firm butt thudded home and Silver was nearly sick into her mask as the air was driven from her body as her untensed muscles were torn aside and her very womb crushed by the blow. Pain invaded her but the rush of air had left her even unable to scream. The Burglar took full advantage of the respite from the chocking wire and managed to leaver open an inch of extra space to gasp in a breath of her own as Silver?s ragged rattled croak resounded in her ears as both females lay helmeted cheek to helmeted cheek, the naked pink warrior resting full length atop the naked yellow one. Then with a scream of fury the pink form again sprung to life, the legs rolling up, and then the whole body sent flying skyward before with a yell the hard teen ass again crashed down onto the pinned body of Silver. The tight ass pounding home just above the pubic bone of the yellow painted teen, bruising and crushing her eggs and tubes, This time Arimi was sick, and while trying to fight the agony in her lower body was forced to drink back her own vomit or risk drowning in the mask.

The Burglar could now fight free, and unwinding the wire slipped her neck free to roll away from a spread eagled and whimpering Arimi to slump rubbing her gouged throat, sucking in air weeping at the thought of her near demise.
Silver forced herself to recover quickly and spotting her Commando knife, still buried to its hilt in a book, quickly scrabbled across the carpet to retrieve the steel blade. Rubbing at her lower gut where her womb and ovaries screamed at her in protest at their busting, she staggered back to her feet. Taking a deep breath she shook her helmeted head to recover some of her senses before lunging at the now standing form of the other teen.

The pink school girl vaulted onto the large table to avoid the thrust from the yellow girl, while whipping out a razor sharp switch blade from its sheath on her left arm. Silver jumped up onto the table in turn and both young females now slowly stalked each other over the polished surface exchanging thrusts and cuts as the slick spandex bodies suits glistened in the light of the full Moon shinning through the board room?s large windows. A stumble from the pink girl gave the yellow Assassin a chance, but to Silvers dismay this had only been a feint, and her lunging arm was suddenly snatched up in a vice like grip.

As the slippery pink girl grabbed Silver right arm, stopping the blade slicing into her firm right milker, she slashed with the flick knife. Arching backwards Arimi screamed with pain as the steel cut across her lower body just above her sex. Desperately she lunged at the weapon arm and managed to grab the other girl?s wrist so that now both young females were tussling atop the large table each try to force their own blade home. The teens squealed with exertion and frustration as they tried to impale the other girl with their weapon, while at the same time avoid their own disembowelment. To keep their footing they plastered the slick coated spandex catsuits together, straining to push each other back, their breast squashed flat as their whole upper bodies now came into the fight, both thrusting cunts mashing together, clit boxing to crush its enemy.

It was Arimi?s already weakened stomach that eventually gave as the two nubile young females body boxed. A knee lift to the other girl? sex had forced the pink Amazon back but she had retaliated with a double knee lift into the bowels of the Assassin, eliciting a howl of torment from Arimi, whose muscle shield was already torn asunder. The yellow girl dropped her weapon and fell back on the table clutching her busted gut. However, even in her most desperate moments ten years of savagery had ingrained in the young women survival skills for most situations. The pink gladiatix launched herself at her prone victim, the switch blade aimed at the heart of its young victim, but at the last moment a yellow boot lifted up catching her squarely on her pink coated clit and flung her wailing over Silvers head to land with a crash on her back, wailing with sex pain on the carpeted floor.

However the throw was the last straw for Arimi?s tortured stomach muscles as pain spread out to consume her whole body and she rolled up into a ball holding herself, rolling across the polished table top and falling off the edge to land with a thud beside the other prone fighter. While Silver still sobbed, holding her busted sheguts, the pink teen crawled back to her battered foe to exact revenge for her own sufferings. Bracing her right hand with her left the Burglar clawed her talons and then smacked them down onto the lower torso of the would be Assassin. Silver jerked as if administered with an electric shock, her back arching; mouth wide in a silent scream, arms flung wide. Only a few fighters really knew how to administer a womb claw, and unfortunately for Silver the Burglar was obviously one of them. Five fingers pressed into her torso, gouging through the already shredded stomach wall, probing through the yielding muscles, tearing and ripping at the other girl?s very femininity.

[johnsmith2007]

The pain invaded every part of Silvers nubile form, freezing her rigid in its grasp as she frothed at the mouth, teeth grinding in agony. Revenge however so sweet was not what the Burglar was here for, and once she was satisfied that Silver was for the moment no threat, she quickly turned to a method of disposing of the whimpering paralyzed yellow girl. Grabbing hold of Arimi?s arms she dragged her back across the room to a small disposal chute, ironically the one down which Silver was supposed to abseil down to the floor below where the company presidents office was, and complete her assignment by killing him. The lid flipped open and through the pain something in Silvers subconscious registered that the drop from the chute was ten floors into the buildings basement, probable if not certain death if pushed through head first, which was what the pink girl was now doing to her. The Burglar nearly had her inside the disposal chute when her senses recovered enough for her to fumble out her punch dagger from its small sheath on her left arm but her awkward position gave her very little to aim at.

Just as the mask had stifled Arimi?s howls of anguish earlier the mask similarly let though only the dim echo of the other teens torment. Bent over double as she was Silver found herself nearly thrust up to and between the firm muscled thighs of the other schoolgirl. Thus the only real target was the spandex painted shinning slippery hairless cunt of the Burglar, showing clearly through the sparkling skin-tight covering, her fully aroused clit between the two youthful love lips outlined by the coating of the glistening wet look rubber. The sharp triangular one inch blade was razor sharp and it sliced away the material to butcher at the heart of the pink teens sex, paralyzed by the agony in her groin, Silver was allowed to slash twice more before the howling Bugler stumbled back holding herself, trying to staunch the blood. Miraculously, as Silver had seen when she had tried on her own suit of yellow spandex, the catsuits ?memory? feature meant that within seconds it had nearly resealed itself, thus keeping up its chameleon effect, but this only helped keep in the giblets that the butcher had sliced away.

Silver slumped weeping to the floor beside the chute while the other girl stumbled her way back into the large board room both hands pressed hard into her sex her, head bent back shaking with silent screams. As Silver watched she collapsed beside the enormous sunken fish pond, fumbling at one of her belt pockets. Arimi knew that even now this was not over, as the other teen gripped a small syringe in shaking hands before plunging it into her arm, and she herself followed suit by extracting a slim vial of the most potent, ?use only in extreme circumstances?, fight drug from its container before injecting the whole lot onto her system.

The pink Amazon pulled herself up by using the sides of the large landscaped ornamental fish tank, one hand still holding in her guts, and Arimi noticed that even the special spandex could not staunch the flow of gore, and she was seeping drips of crimson down the inside legs of the catsuit. Silver staggered back to her feet before weaving her way on unsteady legs across to the other teen, who though now upright seemed unable to move. This had to end now, and though the other girl tried to chop for the Assassin?s throat, she was immobile and could only fight with one hand, as she held her sex in with the other. When she missed with another desperate swinging fist Arimi closed and enfolded her helmeted head in a neck breaker sleeper, both arms clenched tightly round the other young female?s throat, cutting off the blood supply to the brain.

Silver could only wonder at her determination as she still fought on for survival, flinging herself side ways to fall into the fish pond, but Silver just went with the moves and ended up her own body pressed hard up against her foes back, this time giving her no escape as she knelt behind the other teen, whose lower body floundered in the artificial tank. Then the pink girl started to scream. Even though she was about to be choked out, even though she was encased in a near sound proof helmet, the shrieks were wails of pure pain and terror. And that?s when Arimi looked into the tank. She had seen many ornamental ponds of this sort in the large offices of Zaibatsu?s, usually containing prize Coi worth hundreds of thousands of Yen, but as befitting the boardroom of the European headquarters of a Yakuza baron, this one contained piranhas. The blood leaking from the sliced cunt of the Burglar had sent the inhabitants of the pond into frenzy, and even as Silver looked on horrified, three fish were fighting each other for the juicy morsels of the now mercifully unconscious schoolgirl?s cunt lips and clit.

Ignoring the silent force of the drugs to ?kill, kill, kill?, and also Fuse?s repeated begging of her to run and leave the mortally wounded girl, Arimi had dragged the loser out of the water and cut away the fish from her sex. Then quickly wrapping the Burglar repeatedly in heavy curtains ripped from the windows she had deposited her down the chute, feet first, giving her a chance of a soft landing.
?Someone may find her, she does not deserve to die,? she whispered to her worried lover, ?and her attempted theft will distract them so that our mission will succeed?.

The poison she planted in the Sacho?s Oolong tea gave him a fatal heart attack as planned, and surprisingly found its way into the Principles morning coffee some weeks later, with similar results. The Burglar was indeed rescued; a tall well muscled African bodyguard spotted the tempting morsel lying forlorn in the trash, paid for her medical bills and new false identity, and in return received unquestioning lesbian love from the Japanese schoolgirl.


John,

Hoped you liked that little tale. At present the weight of work sees me flying in and out and most of the time not even getting access to the site let alone time to write. Next, due to popular demand ... well two requests anyway, I?m going to do some more Hamburg Couple stories.