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Court Transfer Report from Janus Quarter District Court to New Eridu Corrections Bureau, Case: # 64158 – State v. Tsukishiro Yanagi

Name: Tsukishiro Yanagi

Age: 34 (13 P.H.Z.)

Eyes: Pink

Hair: Pink

Height: 169cm

Measurements: B75 | W50 | H88 | 47I

Inmate #: 60754

Date of Admission: 7/6/13 P.H.Z.

Charges: First-Degree Murder, Attempted Extortion

Sentence: Life in Prison, to be served at New Eridu Women’s Correctional Facility.

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At 7:17 PM on 6/9/13, Mr. Bāozǐ Dòu, proprietor of the Bāozǐ Specialty Bean Bun Bakery, was found dead in his store in the aftermath of the Companion Hollow that consumed the surrounding area being destroyed by Hollow Special Operations Section Six. Initially assumed to have been killed by an Ethereal, Public Security forensics found that the victim’s wounds contained insufficient residual ether to have been slain by an Ethereal at the proposed time of death. Seeking out additional evidence, officers discovered surveillance footage from a hidden security camera that had survived Hollow degradation. On that footage, the defendant, Ms. Tsukishiro Yanagi, Deputy Chief and Intelligence Officer of Section Six, was visibly attempting to extort Mr. Bāozǐ into not selling his majority stake in his business, which her ward Soukaku owned stock in, to TOPS in exchange for doing her duty and rescuing him from the Hollow. When Mr. Bāozǐ refused, she murdered him in cold blood. On the night of 6/11/57, Public Security apprehended Ms. Tsukishiro at her place of work, taking her into custody and applying formal charges of First-Degree Murder and Attempted Extortion. At her arraignment, the defendant pled not guilty to both charges. Bail was denied due to the severity of the charges and the high flight risk, and she was remanded to the custody of the Janus Quarter District Jail until her trial.

During court proceedings (6/17/13—7/6/13), the defense claimed that the defendant had been separated from her squadmates in the Hollow but had not encountered Mr. Bāozǐ. The prosecution argued through the video evidence and matching the victim’s wound to Deputy Chief Tsukishiro’s naginata that she had means, opportunity, and motive (having not wanted the business she bought her ward stock in to be sold off and shut down by TOPS) to commit the murder. At the end of proceedings, the defendant was found guilty of first-degree murder and attempted extortion.

During sentencing, Judge Mari Miyata acknowledged the many lives Deputy Chief Tsukishiro had saved over the course of her military and HSO careers. However, she insisted that such past valor did not give her the right to abuse her authority and take the life of a civilian it was her duty to protect. Thus, despite it being her first offense, the severity of the charges led the judge to sentence Ms. Tsukishiro Yanagi to a term of imprisonment not less than fifteen years for the charge of attempted extortion and a term of life in prison for the charge of first-degree murder. The sentences would be served concurrently, and the defendant would be permitted to present her case for parole board review after having served not less than thirty-five years of her sentence.

Ms. Tsukishiro’s employment by HSO was terminated and she was transferred to the custody of the New Eridu Correctional Facility for Women to begin her sentence, effective immediately. Due to possible significant risk to the inmate’s safety among general population, and her dangerous skillset and knowledge of law enforcement procedure rendering her a possible danger to personnel, it is recommended she be incarcerated in maximum security or protective custody.

Pierce Urameshi

Court Clerk for Janus Quarter District Court

“Tsukishiro Yanagi! You’re under arrest for first-degree murder!”

The lead PubSec officer’s bark as he and his men bent her over her own desk, twisted her arms behind her back, and slapped her in handcuffs to be gangraped, creampied, and taken to jail.

“Detainee Tsukishiro, case six-four-one-five-eight. You’re charged with Penal Code 1901.45, extortion of money, goods, or service via threats of violence, and Penal Code 666.69, premeditated murder in the first degree. How do you plead?”

Judge Mari Miyata’s hard but impartial voice had called down during her arraignment, the decorated Deputy Chief of Section Six forced to stand before the courtroom bench wearing black-and-white striped jail scrubs and handcuffs, only for the buxom pink-haired agent to have her not guilty plea met with a denial of bail and a swift trip back to the Janus Quarter lockup.

“Your Honor, no one can deny the lives Ms. Tsukishiro Yanagi has saved. But saving lives does not give one the right to leverage their authority as a member of Hollow Special Operations, a citizen’s only protection from the dangers of the Hollow, to intimidate someone for personal, or even familial, gain. And it certainly does not give them the right to murder that brave citizen in cold blood when he rightfully stands up for himself against such bullying. Mr. Bāozǐ was a hardworking family man who wanted to sell his business to get money for his grandchildren. He did not deserve to be killed for that caring choice, especially not by a cold, calculating femme fatale who was supposed to be his guardian.”

The prosecutor’s suave, passionate denunciation at the end of the arguments, having spent the proceedings using evidence that must have been forged and words that must have been slander to poison the ears of everyone in the courtroom and all those who watched the high-profile trial on the TV and Inter-Knot broadcast. The city’s lawyer had even warped Soukaku’s heartfelt turn as her surrogate mother/surrogate sister/guardian’s character witness into a crooked clarification of her supposed motive. After all, since the pink-haired half-Oni loved her adopted kin so intensely and dearly, surely she would have been furious that the stock she’d bought her to build a future on was about to plummet in value and become worthless when TOPS bought and shut down the artisan red bean store?

Those slick words, and the little blue oni’s tears that had followed in the defendant’s lobby when she realized how she’d been tricked, echoed through Yanagi’s mind the loudest.

She’d asked Miyabi and Harumasa to not let Soukaku come to the trial after that, the blue oni girl inconsolable after court was adjourned that day and her pink-haired mother was locked in shackles for her daily return to jail. The Deputy Chief didn’t want her adorable little sister to sob more if things didn’t go their way. And with the murder wound matched to her naginata and an impossible video of her killing poor Mr. Bāozǐ declared to be real no matter how many independent specialists she had look over it or how much she proclaimed the truth that a random fissure had sent her to a completely different part of the Hollow at the time of death…

“Will the defendant please rise for the verdict?”

… the brilliant tactician struggled to keep the logical conclusion of her trial from rising in her mind.

Tsukishiro Yanagi, loving mother, cool-headed intelligence officer, and paperwork whiz of Hollow Special Operations Section Six, felt her usual mature composure crack as the judge’s present command cut through her recollection of her arrest, arraignment, and trial. Now, with the sharp litigator returned from deliberating in her quarters at last, the gorgeous pink-haired government agent could only push her oval glasses back up her nose as she rose to her feet.

She wore a similar outfit to what she’d worn to work since joining Section Six, minus the green shoulder cape. Yet, even without it, the elegant Oni War veteran had been confident that her sleek, professional high heels, tight black pencil skirt, and snug white button-up blouse would display her respectability to the public and reassure the judge that she was addressing her day in court with the gravity it warranted. But as the deciding litigator loomed over her and the stares of the uniformed bailiffs to her rear dug into the voluptuous intelligence officer’s back, she felt a slight shiver shake the metal frame of her spectacles.

“On the charges of extortion and first-degree murder, this court hereby finds the defendant, Tsukishiro Yanagi, guilty.”

Yanagi’s once serene face twisted with terror as a great commotion erupted through the courtroom gallery. Reporters raced to their phones, cameras, and notepads, ravenous to be the first to tell the public that the Deputy Chief of Section Six, Hoshimi Miyabi’s right hand, had been convicted of murder.

All while that same verdict thundered through the beautiful government agent’s ears, shocking her so thoroughly that she could barely react as the bailiffs marched up from behind and seized her shoulders. The professional office woman squeaked as the uniformed men sank their hard grips into her toned muscles, viscerally yanking her arms behind her back. The jingle of chain links sprinkled through the buxom intelligence officer’s ears as the frigid touch of shackles fastened against her flesh. Her sumptuous thighs trembled as the handcuffs bit into her elegant ivory wrists, the voluptuous veteran locked in steel bracelets as a convicted criminal.

As a convicted murderer.

“Sentencing will now begin for Inmate 60754 – Ms. Tsukishiro Yanagi,” the judge promptly continued, banging her gavel to get the press to quiet down long enough for her to give them their next big scoop.

“S… sentencing?” Yanagi gasped, the nightmare sinking in more every second as the bailiffs’ firm hands clenched her shoulders and reached their fingers under the convicted MILF’s pencil skirt, tugging her plain white panties aside and playing with her pliant pussy, seeking to debilitate a highly dangerous, high-escape risk felon. The pink-haired military woman grunted as she felt the officers’ digits dig inside her, pinching her vulnerable clit to buckle her knees’ resistance. “Y… Your Honor, please—”

“Your Honor, the defense would like to point out that Ms. Tsukishiro has been instrumental in saving hundreds of thousands of lives during the course of her work with Section Six. Not to mention this is her first offense and she is her ward Soukaku’s only living kin,” Yanagi’s attorney, Mr. Johnson spoke up. Truthfully, used as she was to being the one who provided help to her squadmates and supported them to make the most out of their quirky talents, it was almost unnerving to receive support instead. “For these reasons, we request leniency while we post plans for appeal.”

“I am aware of the good this woman has done for New Eridu, Mr. Johnson. Just as I’m aware Ms. Soukaku has been safely placed in the custody of Hoshimi Miyabi herself and her guardian here was caught on camera killing in cold blood. Leniency must be limited in cases such as this, lest the good citizens of this city come to believe those who menace them won’t be held accountable if they have high enough social standing,” the judge bluntly argued, turning her withering glare on the gorgeous, pink-haired bombshell herself. “This court hereby sentences the defendant, Ms. Tsukishiro Yanagi, to a term of fifteen years imprisonment for extortion and a term of life in prison for first-degree murder.”

Yanagi choked on her own breath, her graceful pink eyes widening behind her chic glasses. “L—life?!”

“Due to her prior service saving lives as part of Section Six, Ms. Tsukishiro’s terms shall be served concurrently, and she shall be permitted to apply her case for review before a parole board after a term of imprisonment not less than thirty-five years,” the judge smacked her gavel into the bench. “Sentence is to start immediately at the New Eridu Correctional Facility for Women. Court is adjourned.”

“W—Wait—Ah!” Yanagi gasped, the handcuffed agent’s desperate plea interrupted by a high keel as the bailiffs’ fingers hooked deep in her moistening pussy. The uniformed men used the deputy chief’s womanhood as a fingerhold to then hook their thumbs into the office woman’s bountiful ass. “Y—Your Honor! This is a mista—Aaakkeee!”

“You heard her, Dirty Deputy Chief. Sentence is to start immediately,” a bailiff hissed, he and his partner gripping the Section Six bombshell’s shoulders and squeezing her thick, corded muscle painfully hard as they tipped her hips forward and started marching her off to prison.

“No—Ah!—No, please—Agh!—Wait! WAIT!” Yanagi screamed, all graceful decorum lost as she struggled against the officer’s firm hold and scorn rained down from the courtroom gallery. “Wait! Just wait—”

In her thrashings, she managed to glance back at the courtroom gallery. Mr. Bāozǐ’s family howled with grief and rage on the prosecutor’s side, shouting that thirty-five to life was too lenient, that Section Six’s femme fatale MILF deserved to hang from a rope for taking their kindly grandpa away, or at least spend the rest of her days behind bars, with no chance of parole. Yet, even despite her terror, Yanagi pitied their distraught sobs, for someone had murdered their kin, and the punishment of who they thought was the killer brought them no solace. They were still citizens she was meant to protect as a member of HSO, and now they could do nothing but shield their children and flee as the vultures of the press fell upon them.

But the fox-eared figure the vultures fell upon on the defense’s side of the gallery made the half-oni’s heart freeze.

“Hoshimi Miyabi! Hoshimi Miyabi! One question!”

“Just one question, Ms. Hoshimi! Please!”

“Did you suspect Ms. Tsukishiro was such a cold-blooded murderer?”

“Are you going to terminate Soukaku’s employment to ensure she does not repeat her guardian’s crimes?”

“You’ve shown stalwart support for Ms. Tsukishiro throughout these proceedings! Do you have any regret for not conceding to the evidence before now?!”

Yanagi saw the answer to that question in the subtle tightening of Miyabi’s stoic expression, the ravenous muckrakers of the press unable to see the Isshin Muga Void Hunter still fully believed in her deputy’s innocence. And her hand was closing around Tailless at her hips.

‘All evil must be eradicated. What is evil? That’s for us to judge.’ The creed of Section Six, one Miyabi had established to ensure her division never became unthinking pawns to the greed of TOPS. But the second edge to that blade was that, if the Void Hunter decided she knew better than the one legally appointed to make a decision, when doing nothing would see her terrified friend thrown in a cell and put to hard labor as a convicted felon under Article 14, chaos worse than any hollow would be unleashed. Judge Miyata truly had a spine of titanium to deliver a guilty verdict with the Hoshimi heiress sitting in the front row behind her deputy.

Yanagi was certain the higher-ups were aware of the danger. She’d be surprised if Yixuan of Yunkui Summit, perhaps the only hollow investigator that could match the Isshin Muga, hadn’t been hired by the mayor to standby to subdue the Void Hunter in case the worst should happen. Perhaps even then Miyabi’s relentless training and the sheer power of Tailless would see her to a narrow victory over the High Preceptor. But the chief’s reputation would be annihilated, turned from guardian to terrorist as Section Six was forced on the run and New Eridu spiraled into its darkest hour from the collateral damage of the battle and its greatest hero going rogue.

That could not happen. Whatever happened to her, it was Yanagi’s duty to support her team so that did not happen.

She wasn’t worth them dragging themselves down.

The pink-haired veteran swallowed down her squeals of panic and pleasure. Using techniques that let her keep her wits about her across the Oni War’s chaotic battlefields, she banished the outward signs of terror that’d pricked Miyabi’s protective instincts. Even as her heart hammered with fear, she glanced behind her at the chief and firmly shook her head.

For a horrifying moment, the Void Hunter’s grip remained tight around her scabbard. As her high heels frantically clicked across the courtroom floor, blinding camera flashes gleaming off her glasses, Yanagi feared her lapse had proved too much, that her insistent order was too little in the fox thiren’s mind compared to the crumbling pleas for mercy that she’d thoughtlessly let slip out.

But her order was not seen by just Miyabi.

From next to the thiren, a bowman’s nimble fingers reached out to her hand and gently squeezed her grip.

It would have been paltry for the Void Hunter to tear out her blade anyway, but the gesture was enough to get her to release her hold on the demonic weapon and accede to Yanagi’s wishes. Though neither she, nor Harumasa next to her, who’d stood up for the deputy chief’s insistence, looked remotely happy about their restraint.

Yanagi understood, given their restraint meant she was dragged out of the courtroom in handcuffs as a convicted criminal.

The bailiffs hauled her down to the courthouse’s basement holding cells, the clamor of the press growing more distant even as her professional high heels kept clattering across the linoleum floor. The demure office woman quivered as her detainers’ fingers stabbed through her folds with each step, their thumbs thrusting her plump, breedable hips forward as they pressed her pencil skirt into her voluminous butt.

At last, they reached a door made of steel bars, the gate shuddering open as Yanagi was forced into the cell and down onto her knees.

“You’ve been designated a maximum-security convict, Ms. Tsukishiro,” one of the bailiffs informed her with a timbre dripping with contempt, his partner producing leg irons, a waist chains, and a whole mess of additional heavy restraints meant for New Eridu’s most dangerous felons. “Stay still and we’ll get you ready for transport without a fuss, Deputy Chief.”

“Maximum-security?!” Yanagi squawked, barely managing to gulp down enough terror not to start thrashing again. “I mean… I… I understand, officer. I’ll cooperate.”

The bailiff nodded with professional acknowledgement, clamping heavy metal leg irons around each of the voluptuous spearwoman’s ankles. Yanagi’s toes wriggled into her sleek black high heels as the frigid steel ratcheted tight around her joints, the glasses-wearing MILF’s trepidation growing as a thick waist chain was wrapped snuggling around her voluptuous hips. Her breath quivered in her throat as a length of chain was locked into her fetters and her waist binding, one of her handcuffs briefly unlocked so the shackles could be threaded under the links squeezing her abdomen.

Then, the handcuff was fastened around Yanagi’s wrist once again, the gorgeous intelligence officer biting her lip as the steel bracelet cut tight into her pale skin.

“Ugh, officer,” she gulped, the pressure pushing on her veins. “That’s too tight—”

“Then it might be tight enough,” the bailiff retorted, tugging on her connected shackles to make her handcuffs, waist chain, and leg irons jangle as one as the buxom government agent was tugged up straight. “You think we’re taking any chances with a max-sec murderess?”

Yanagi shook in her manacles as the other uniformed man circled around to her front, her brilliant mind working to rationalize the suspicion and scorn in their eyes. Logically, it was obvious she should be designated a maximum-security convict, the highest level of scrutiny given to any Article 14 offender. Section Six was HSO’s frontline unit and in it, she was second in strength only to a Void Hunter. As a HAND deputy chief, she had intimate, extensive knowledge of law enforcement procedures she could exploit. Objectively speaking, few inmates could be a higher escape risk.

Unfortunately, that intellectual reality didn’t make the professional contempt of her former law enforcement colleagues any less frightening, nor dull the dagger of hurt and shame when, as a maximum-security inmate, her black metal convict shock collar was fastened around her neck as a transport precaution. Before she even reached New Eridu Women’s Correctional, her prison registry information was glowing red on her new choker’s viewscreen.

Name: Tsukishiro, Yanagi
Age: 34
Inmate ID: 60754
Crimes Convicted: First-Degree Murder, Attempted Extortion
Sentence: Life in Prison

Murder. That word in particular glimmered through her glasses, as the shock collar locked tight around her throat, the choker’s cold weight clamping the gorgeous government agent with the title of convicted murderer for as long as she wore it.

Ironic, that there was a killing she’d performed that she considered herself a murderer for. It wasn’t the one she was convicted of, nor one that New Eridu would have charged her with. It was a death carried in the city’s name, given the excuse of war by the government.

A war Yanagi had ended by taking the life of the red oni whose blood now ran through her veins.

“Spread your legs, 60754,” the bailiff behind her commanded, smacking the veteran’s voluptuous thighs apart with a truncheon as his partner hiked up the sleek black pencil skirt she’d worn to her trial. Both uniformed men unzipped their flies, more dangerous throbbing batons springing out and aiming under the convicted deputy chief’s dress, aimed at the hole they’d rendered wet and flush from all their fingering from court. “Have to make sure you’re properly subdued before we risk transporting you.”

One man seized her arms, still locked in handcuffs behind her back. The other took hold of her curvaceous hips, still encased in the waist chains that kept her shackles linked together. Her kneeling legs were spread so wide by the truncheon’s smacks that the ankle shackles ratcheted above her high heels jangled, their connecting chain yanked taut. Just in time for the bailiffs to buck forward and jam both their bulging hot cocks into Yanagi’s slick pink quim.

“Ah!” the buxom government agent gasped, her snug pussy squelching as thick manmeat spears stuffed inside her. The pink-haired MILF’s folds were spread wide by the sudden double impalement, sculpting her silken walls as a salvo of sundering thrusts stretched her womanhood. “Ah! Ah! Officers—Aah!”

Her demure glasses bounced atop her nose as the bailiffs sank into a swift rhythm to assail her. Whenever one bulbous tip pulled back, the other would ram right in, the uniformed men forming a vigorous piston to pump unwanted pleasure through Yanagi’s convicted cunt. The proper and professional woman who kept Section Six running like clockwork grunted low, guttural groans as her bountiful breasts bounced in her button-up white blouse with every barbarous slam through the squelching vagina.

“Officers—Ah!—Please!” Yanagi shouted, gripping her handcuffs hard to plant one foothold of sturdy command against the onrushing tide of carnal ecstasy. “Isn’t two in a bit much… Wait, what’s that at my anus—No! No, officer, don’t you dare—Aaarrrreeee!!!”

The deputy chief’s protest had only begun when she felt a smooth, polished tip press into her puckered sphincter. It morphed into a hiss of pleasure and pain when the bailiff behind her ignored her plea and shoved his police-issued truncheon up the office woman’s asshole. The pink-haired agent squirmed as her backdoor was burrowed apart, her waist chains clinking taut as the shackles kept her limbs from convulsing too far.

“AH! AH! AH!!!” Yanagi howled, sensation splitting her from below as the voluptuous policewoman had her lower holes plunged with vigorous staffs. The collared convict was pinned between her uniformed jailers, unwanted heat searing up her spine as her muscular, curvaceous form was smushed between their chests. The beautiful veteran soldier panted as her face grew red, flushed, and sweaty with each merciless thrust, her criminal pussy and anus pounded raw to ensure her transfer from court to a penal facility went smoothly. “Officer, stop—GAH!”

SLAP!

Yanagi yelped, sudden stinging pain lighting across her cheek, deeper redness smacked across the side of her face as her glasses bounced. “Gah! Stop—Gah!”

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

“No! No, we will not!” the bailiff in front of her barked in time with his rapid slaps across either side of the distinguished intelligence officer’s face. The uniformed man clutched the stunning soldier’s sumptuous hips and drilled deep within her squelching cunt, even as a hot glint of utter terror cracked through the façade of professionalism and contempt in his eyes. “We won’t stop! We won’t let up! We know how strong you are, Tsukishiro, how cunning! You only need a moment to escape and we’re not giving it to you!”

“You’re not getting away!” the other officer shouted, his voice just as panicked as he reached around the gorgeous felon to grab her buxom melons, the handcuffed HSO MILF mewling as his fingers sank into her button-up blouse to knead her bountiful breasts. “You’re going to pay for your crimes, Deputy Chief, just like any other criminal slut! Because that’s what you are! Say it! SAY IT!”

“I—Ah!—I’m not—Oh!—Not a crimin—” Yanagi tried to gasp out, only for the rabid ravaging of her holes, hips, and bosom to rail her too full of burning ecstasy. Glistening perspiration glimmered over her rosy skin as she smushed her glossy pink lips together, pleasure pulsing through her chest as her bust was groped and nubby nipples were pinched and twisted. All with the added edge of pity yet respect that the uniformed men, everyday court bailiffs rather than PubSec or HAND personnel used to executing Article 14 detainment on even the most dangerous max-sec offenders, were doing their best to do their duty to protect the public even when utterly terrified of the ‘rogue’ Section Six agent. “I… I… I’m n—Fuuuccckkkk!!!”

Clear nectar spewed from her vaginal heartland as an orgasm ripped through the gorgeous soldier, her satin folds clenching tight around the throbbing cocks gorging through her cunt. The collared vixen wondered if her instinct to support others somehow tipped her carnal climax over the edge, her transport restraints rattling around her spasming form as the verdict of her trial was plowed into her depths. The heat of her harrowing harlotry made the memory of her arrest flash through her mind, the ghosts of a dozen hands clawing at her womanly curves as she recalled how a squad of PubSec officers had ambushed her in the Section Six office, bent her over her desk, and railed her in handcuffs for hours before dragging her off to jail.

Just like these two officers were railing her in even more chains before dragging her off to the big house.

“Tsukishiro Yanagi! You’re under arrest!”

“Detainee Tsukishiro, case six-four-one-five-eight.”

“This court hereby finds the defendant, Ms. Tsukishiro Yanagi, guilty of first-degree murder!”

Fuck, she’d been found guilty. Fuck, she was going to prison!

“Fuck, I’m a criminal!” Yanagi squealed, her asshole shoved full of truncheon as the bailiffs, brutalization of her crumbling quim sped up to sweltering speed. The pressure didn’t let up after her initial release, her long, lascivious legs aching to spread her professional high heels wider even their ankles shackles bound them close. Tears of terror gushed down behind her glasses and mixed with her sweat as the fear mixed together with the pain and pleasure to intoxicate the new bombshell felon. “I’m a criminal slut and I’m going to prison! Fuck—Ah! I’m a convicted murderer whore and I’m going to prison for the rest of my li—iiiiiiifffeeeee!!!!!”

She threw her head back, her pink locks flying about as the bailiffs sheathed their shafts deep in her cunt and fired their scorching payloads. Her flesh was littered with battle scars beneath her prim and proper attire, and her insides were scoured with searing seed, the pulpy semen sludge overflowing from her battered quim and gushing down her voluminous thighs. Even then, the bulging hot polearms blasted her with more and more burning creampie, battering down the door to her womb by sheer weight as her clenching pussy chomped up the swimmers.

The bailiffs panted hard as they unsheathed themselves from her scarlet depths, their flesh as glimmering as Yanagi’s own sweaty skin, their exhaustion melting their professionalism to fully unveil the trepidation underneath. They glanced over the deputy chief’s bound muscles not with lust, but fear, eyeing her flushed form with desperate hope that they’d tired out a max-sec murderer enough to be safely transported. She sympathized with them to an extent, having performed Article 14 discipline herself when the chief felt the arrestees they brought in wouldn’t be effective as ‘sexual discipline training’.

But she needed to figure a way out of this mess, deduce how she was framed and who was responsible. She couldn’t drag her team down by getting thrown in prison and she couldn’t deprive them of the support they needed from her that she wouldn’t be able to provide locked up behind bars. Section Six would be crippled without her to do the paperwork, let alone attend the meetings Miyabi was too bored by to attend or sign off on the leave Asaba actually needed for his medical issues while not giving him so much he’d slack off work. Or, of course, her most important responsibilities, make meals for, sign lullabies to, and generally take care of her beloved—

“A ‘convict murderer whore’? You… you’re… why would you call yourself that, Nagi?”

Yanagi and the bailiffs’ eyes both widened with horror, but for different reasons. Even as all three of them creaked their gazes toward the bars of the holding cell.

And spotted a blue oni girl with confused and heartbroken tears in her eyes, staring at the thick creampie gushing down Yanagi’s legs as she knelt in her cage.

“Sou… Soukaku,” the pink-haired murderess whimpered. “It… It’s not what it looks—”

The bailiffs didn’t give her a chance to talk further, seizing her handcuffed arms and waist chain to haul Yanagi back up to her feet and dash out of the cell. The collared convict’s transport restraints chimed all around as she was rushed through the awkward hobbled steps of her leg irons’ tight hold, the guards so startled by the unannounced appearance of Section Six’s pint-sized powerhouse that they forced their charge’s high heels down the hall before finishing her max-sec restraints.

Soukaku, who’d clearly disobeyed her adopted mother’s order not to come to the trial and snuck into the courthouse, was in too much shock to stop them. Her soaked eyes were locked on the now empty holding cell, a puddle of mixed cum bathed in fluorescent lights.

“S—Soukaku! I’m not—” Yanagi stammered, her ward’s look of horror as she registered her confession branding itself into the buxom MILF’s vision. She struggled to turn around and escape her jailer’s hold, desperate to run back and explain as she was forced through double doors to a parking lot. “Let me go! Wait!”

The Deputy Chief of Section Six was forced back into the sunlight in chains, a black Corrections Bureau Max-Sec Prisoner Transport Van waiting with an open rear. Lines of uniformed PubSec officers lined a path through the asphalt, doing their best to hold back a sea of reporters and rabid Section Six fans. Yanagi had always been the most ordinary of her comrades, which meant she was the least popular with the public compared to the adorable Soukaku, dashing pretty boy Harumasa, and the stoic and confident Hoshimi Miyabi. And when the pink-haired office woman had been arrested and ‘caught on camera’ engaging in extortion and murder, that same fanbase spat on her with extra vitriol for ‘deceiving and betraying’ her teammates. Many of them would likely watch the humiliating recordings of the intelligence officer being fingered out of court that were sure to be circulating through her Inter-Knot, reveling in the disgrace of the treacherous lieutenant.

But even the curses and camera flashes from the crowd couldn’t keep the pink-haired beauty from remembering she needed to get back to that hallway! Back to Soukaku!

“Let me go! Let me go!” the voluptuous soldier thrashed, staining against her transport chains as she stalled the bailiffs’ march. The slackening of her muscles from her disciplinary fucking kept her from breaking free outright, but the uniformed men whose creampies still gushed down her toned legs had to stop and struggle to keep their grips on her handcuffed MILF’s form. “Soukaku! I can explain! Let me go, I have to explain—Gggaaaahhh!!!!”

ZAP!

The gorgeous felon screamed as her shock collar erupted with lightning, the sparks searing down her spine and sending her muscles spasming in their jangling shackles. Her half-oni physiology allowed her to withstand more electricity than most, but her inmate choker’s settings had clearly been adjusted for that, leaving her helpless as several PubSec officers dashed in to assist the bailiffs and manhandle the gorgeous inmate toward the van.

“Where’s the ball gag? Where’s the vibrator to keep her distracted, the hobble belt to restrict her movements?” one of the PubSec officers shouted, grabbing Yanagi’s creamy legs and lifting them into the air to deny her leverage from her high heels. “Do you courthouse numbskulls even know what ‘Max-Sec’ means?!”

The bailiffs were too panicked to respond, making use of the sudden extra muscle to pull out a bright red ball gag, ‘CONVICT’ stamped on the orb’s crimson surface in big black letters.

The rubber sphere was smashed into Yanagi’s open mouth, stifling her scream from the shock collars as its black leather straps were buckled around her head and buckled tight against the half-oni’s pink hair. The uniformed PubSec officers grabbed her arms, legs, and shoulders, lifting the chained-up government agent into the air and manhandling the thrashing bombshell across the parking lot. Camera flashes gleamed off the gorgeous veteran’s glasses, journalists narrating the caring soldier’s fiery perp walk.

“They’ve restrained Tsukishiro! I repeat, the Public Security officers seem to have successfully restrained Tsukishiro Yanagi, former Deputy Chief of HSO Section Six, though the criminal continues to resist her rightful incarceration!” one reporter spoke into a microphone as their camera team framed the policemen carrying the struggling Yanagi away, the voluptuous mother squawking into her ball gag and yanking at her handcuffs and fetters as she was forced into the Max-Sec Prisoner Transport Van, her creampied pussy broadcast across all New Eridu, forever haunting the modest, respectable woman with a harlot’s reputation in the public eye. “Tsukishiro, thirty-four, was found guilty earlier today of attempted extortion and first-degree murder and sentenced to life in prison for her crimes. Her employment by HAND was terminated with prejudice upon conviction, meaning she will receive no pension and all prior cases she was involved in will be examined for compromised legal procedure. Experts speculate Ms. Tsukishiro’s corruption may not have been an isolated incident, possibly jeopardizing thousands of cases she oversaw as Section Six’s deputy chief. Hopefully, the criminal slut’s heinous actions will not have too badly marred the name of the division founded by the illustrious Lady Hoshimi Miyabi, who must be devastated that her subordinate turned out to be a murderous whore. With any luck, Ms. Tsukishiro can offer some small recompense to her victims and the illustrious Void Hunter by serving the rest of sentence with dignity—”

Yanagi missed the rest of the reporter’s account as her body struck the hard metal of the transport van’s floor, PubSec officers climbing in afterward. Even still, she scrambled up, leaping for the gateway out, her eyes locked on the door back into the courthouse, back to Soukaku.

“Waat! Waat!” she cried into her ball gag, her high heels clattering and her transport chains clamoring as she hobbled for the closing doors with all she had. “SOKAKUU!!!”

ZAP!!!

“AAAHH!!!” Yanagi screamed, her inmate collar firing off another shock, throwing her off-balance as she tumbled to the ground.

Just as the van’s heavy doors slammed shut, locking tight with an ominous thud.

“Noh. Waat… waat, I havf tuu explaan tuu hihr,” Yanagi droned, woozy from the shocks as the PubSec officers loomed over her with further restraints, the van’s engine roaring to life from the front. “I havf tuu explaan ihts naht waht she thihnks—”

“But it is what she thinks, isn’t it?” a new voice, not one of the officers’, mocked her. “You are a murderer, Corporal Tsukishiro. At least, you’re mine.”

What? That voice… that voice couldn’t… it didn’t exist anymore.

Yet, when Yanagi glanced up, the PubSec officers stuffing vibrator dildos into her leaking pussy and stretched asshole as they prepped a police hobble belt, there was a fourth figure standing behind them in the van, a towering, muscular oni woman with red skin and a single horn protruding from her forehead. The same bushy white hair as Soukaku framed her weathered by elegant face.

“Yuu?” Yanagi squeaked, her legs snapped together as a black leather police hobble belt was buckled around her muscular thighs, trapping the dildo plugs in her creampied holes. “Buht, yuu’re dehd.”

“At your hand. After you asked me to trust you,” the former Oni Chieftainess, the woman Soukaku still called ‘Sis’, mockingly sneered down. “My, how you’ve proven that trust misplaced.”

“Stop squirming and stay quiet, 60754,” one of the PubSec officers commanded, not hint of the unease the court bailiffs had nor any sign they’d heard Sis. “We’ve dealt with Max-Secs before. You’re not a HSO bigshot anymore, convict. And if you want to get to prison conscious, I suggest you don’t give us anymore reason to use your new jewelry.”

Was she conscious? How could Sis be sneering down at her if she was conscious—

Yanagi blinked and suddenly the red oni was gone, not even vanished into thin air. Not that she could tell for much longer as a coarse black blindfold was pulled over her eyes, the police wrapping it so tightly around the convicted intelligence officer’s head that it shoved her glasses against her face. The sound of jingling chains and an increase in pressure on her leg irons’ connecting length suggested her ankle shackles had been locked down to a latch on the floor of the van.

“Good, looks like you’ve calmed down,” the PubSec officer scoffed, the rattling of a small remote exiting his uniform pocket. “Now to make sure you stay docile for the whole ride. You’re not getting the focus to try an escape, you cunning bitch.”

A button clicked. And then…

BBBBUUUUZZZZZZZZ!!!

“Mmmmm!!!” Yanagi shrieked, the vibrator dildos in her cunt and anus flaring to life. Her sumptuous thighs strained helplessly against her tight police hobble belt, the leather holding tight as her buckling knees flopped the chained-up, bombshell felon across the floor of the van.

Unable to escape her handcuffs, the beautiful deputy chief of Section Six was driven off to prison as a convicted murderer, the mental image of a crying, shocked Soukaku and looming, furious Sis seared into her black, blindfolded vision.