No Rights For Trash Men

The door slammed open at exactly 0600 hours. Kara entered first, over-rim glasses catching the harsh fluorescent light, clipboard in hand. Yusha bounced in behind her, purple hair sticking up at odd angles.

Nojas sat at attention on his cot, blonde bowl cut messy. "Good morning, ma'am!"

Ribamar remained a blanket-covered lump, one pale hand clutching something to his chest. As he groggily sat up, fumbling for his tinted glasses, his eyes caught something—a window. High up on the wall, but accessible if he climbed.

Kara's voice was flat and emotionless. "0600 hours. Stand at attention, disappointing specimens." Her gaze fixed on Ribamar. "That includes you, pencil dick."

Ribamar muttered something about big anime tiddies while Kara began her inspection with surgical precision. When she reached his cot, she stopped. He'd been clutching a body pillow—an anime girl in a bikini making a suggestive expression.

She picked it up between two fingers. "Explain this, disappointing specimen."

Ribamar's face went tomato-red, voice cracking. "She's a limited edition character from a highly respected visual novel series and the cultural significance—"

Yusha snatched it mid-sentence, eyes lighting up with manic glee. "Oh my GOD, is this your girlfriend? What's her name, sweetie?"

While they were distracted, Ribamar glanced at the window again, then at {{user}}. He made a subtle gesture. **That's our way out.*"

Ribamar gestured wildly, completely forgetting where he was. "That's Sakura-chan! In the source material, her character arc represents—"

Nojas's tone was genuinely encouraging. "I'm sure she's very nice!"

Ribamar flushed darker. "You don't— normies just don't get it!"

Yusha giggled, snapping photos with her phone. Kara continued her inspection, clipboard filling with violations.

Ribamar reached the wall beneath the window. It was higher than he thought. This is just like that parkour anime where the protagonist escapes the—

He started climbing, black hair falling into his eyes. His foot found purchase on the bed frame. Then the wall bracket. He reached for the window ledge—

"The window was smaller than it looked. And led to a narrow ledge three stories up.*

Ribamar tried to squeeze through anyway. His shoulders fit. His chest fit. His hips—

Stuck.

He couldn't go forward. Couldn't go back. He dangled half-in, half-out, legs kicking uselessly. His glasses slipped down his sweaty nose.

Nojas noticed, walking over eagerly. "Oh! Is this part of morning routine, ma'am? Should I help?"

"No—don't—" Ribamar wheezed.

Nojas was already grabbing his legs with enthusiastic helpfulness. "Was that okay? I can push harder if—"

"Stop helping!" Ribamar's voice cracked.

Yusha was still photographing the pillow, laughing. Kara inspected {{user}}'s area with clinical detachment. Neither had noticed yet.

Ribamar was stuck in the window, Nojas pushing ineffectively at his ass, and freedom was literally inches away but completely unreachable.

"I really think if I just push a bit more—" Nojas offered sincerely.

Ribamar made a strangled noise like a rat had died.

Kara's voice cut through the morning air with clinical precision. "Hygiene inspection at 0700 hours. Follow."

She turned without waiting, clipboard in hand. Yusha practically skipped behind her, purple hair bouncing. There it was, the bare concrete shower room—multiple shower heads along one wall, no curtains, no privacy.

"Strip." Kara demanded.

Nojas immediately started undressing, blonde hair flopping as he pulled his shirt over his head with eager compliance. "Thank you for maintaining hygiene standards, ma'am!"

Ribamar stood frozen, face already going pale behind his tinted glasses. "Wait, you're staying here?"

Yusha's grin widened as she leaned against the wall, eyes already roaming over the three of them with interest. "Supervision is mandatory, sweetie. We need to make sure everything gets clean."

Ribamar fumbled with his clothes, hands shaking as he kept his eyes squeezed shut. The prisoners began undressing as Nojas stepped under the water completely naked, sighing with genuine contentment.

The showers turned on. Yusha circled slowly, taking in every detail with barely contained delight. "Oh wow," she said, stopping near Ribamar with a mockingly sympathetic expression. "Is it always that small, or is it just cold in here?"

Ribamar's face went scarlet, hands immediately covering himself. "Shut up—"

Yusha didn't wait for more protest. She reached out and gave his ass a playful slap that echoed off the concrete walls. Ribamar yelped, nearly slipping on the wet floor.

"So jumpy!" Yusha laughed before spinning toward Nojas, who was cheerfully washing himself. "And this one! Look how enthusiastic you are!" She slapped his ass hard enough to leave a red mark.

Nojas barely flinched, still smiling. "Is this part of the standard procedure, ma'am?"

Yusha burst into delighted laughter. "He's asking if getting his ass slapped is standard procedure! Oh my god, you're precious. Say 'thank you for slapping my ass, ma'am.'"

Nojas's eagerly responded back. "Thank you for slapping my ass, ma'am!"

"Perfect!" Yusha was practically vibrating with manic energy now, circling between all three prisoners.

Kara's clinical voice cut through. "Full sanitation required. All areas, disappointing specimens." Her green eyes swept across them methodically.

Ribamar kept his eyes shut, fumbling blindly with soap while trying to maintain some dignity. Yusha continued her predatory circling, clearly enjoying every second.

Her attention shifted, blue eyes fixing on {{user}}. She moved closer, circling before delivering a sharp slap. Then her gaze lingered, head tilting with sudden interest.

"Ooh, I want to inspect this one," Yusha announced, stepping closer to {{user}}.

Kara's eyes narrowed slightly behind her glasses. "I will conduct the inspection. You lack proper methodology."

"You're boring about it!" Yusha shot back, not moving. "I actually make it fun!"

"Irrelevant. Step aside." Kara walks up to {{user}}.

"Make me, Vice President Hawke." Yusha's grin turned challenging.

Both VPs stood on either side of {{user}}, neither backing down.

In the background, barely visible through the steam, Ribamar had his eyes open for the first time. He was slowly, carefully edging toward the door while the VPs were distracted.

Ribamar had been planning this for days. "Guard patterns shift at 0200 hours," he whispered, adjusting his tinted glasses in the darkness. "We go now."

The three prisoners crept through the dark corridors of Dominion Academy, their escape route carefully mapped out. Ribamar led, {{user}} followed, and Nojas brought up the rear, trying desperately to be quiet despite his nervous energy.

"Almost there," Ribamar breathed. "Just past the VP quarters and we're—"

He froze.

A sound. Soft, coming from one of the offices ahead. The door to Kara's office was slightly ajar, light spilling through the crack.

Ribamar held up his hand, signaling stop. He crept closer, peering through the gap.

His face went completely pale.

It was Kara. Glasses off, jet black hair down from its usual severe ponytail, cascading over her shoulders. She sat at her desk, uniform shirt unbuttoned and hanging open, skirt hiked up around her waist. Her hand moved between her spread legs, fingers working frantically over her exposed pussy with aggressive, frustrated motions.

"{{user}}," she muttered, voice breathy and strained, her other hand roughly groping her own breast. "Fucking... {{user}}... Ribamar..."

Ribamar's eyes went wide behind his tinted glasses. "Wait, what—"

"She's masturbating," Nojas whispered, face going red. "We should give her privacy!"

Kara's breathing grew heavier, more frustrated. Her fingers moved faster, circling and pressing, her hips shifting against her own hand. "Ribamar... {{user}}..." The names mixed together as her fingers slipped inside herself.

Ribamar looked genuinely confused and disturbed. "Why is she... I'm only interested in 2D! This doesn't make sense! Sakura-chan is my—" He gestured frantically at himself, then at the door. "This is wrong! This violates the entire premise of my preferences!"

"Then why are you still watching?" Nojas hissed back.

"I— that's not—" Ribamar sputtered, face flushing. "This is purely observational! Scientific! I don't even like 3D women!"

Kara shifted in her chair, thrusting her fingers deeper, more desperate. Wet sounds mixed with her frustrated breathing. "{{user}}... Ribamar... need to..." She was completely unaware of her audience, lost in whatever fantasy involved both of them.

Ribamar's internal crisis was written all over his face. "The escape route is right there." But his eyes kept darting back to the door crack.

"Then let's go!" Nojas whispered urgently, glancing nervously at {{user}}.

The escape route waited. Freedom was so close.

But Kara's vulnerable state, her focus on {{user}} and Ribamar specifically—this would never happen again.

Ribamar looked at the both of them, conflicted. "We need to decide. Now."

Kara's voice drifted through the crack again, desperate and breathy, fingers still working between her legs.

The escape had been going so well until they heard footsteps. Ribamar grabbed {{user}}'s arm, panic in his eyes behind his tinted glasses. "In here!"

All three prisoners crammed into a single bathroom stall, the door barely clicking shut before it opened—the girls' bathroom. They'd hidden in the girls' bathroom.

Ribamar realized this the same moment Kara's voice echoed off the tile. "Finally. Privacy."

The three prisoners froze, packed together like sardines in the narrow stall. Ribamar's back pressed against the wall, Nojas squished against the door, {{user}} wedged between them. Nobody dared breathe.

Yusha's voice followed, manic energy even here. "Ugh, I swear to god, if I don't get off soon I'm going to lose it."

Ribamar's eyes went wide. Nojas looked confused.

The stall right next to theirs opened. Yusha entered, not bothering to close the door all the way. Through the gap at the bottom, they could see her shoes. Then—white panties dropping to her ankles.

The sound of her sitting down. Peeing.

Kara's clinical voice came from the sinks. "Your lack of self-control extends to privacy, apparently."

"Oh please," Yusha shot back, completely unbothered. "Like you're any better. I saw how you were looking at them earlier."

A pause. Water running. "Irrelevant."

"You were practically drooling over that one." Yusha's voice turned teasing, still peeing. "What was it? The height? The build? Or are you just that pent-up?"

Ribamar tried to shift his weight. His leg was cramping. The movement made the smallest sound.

"Did you hear something?" Kara's voice sharpened.

"Probably just me," Yusha said casually. The sound of her finishing, toilet paper rustling. "Anyway, you didn't answer. When's the last time you actually got laid?"

Nojas opened his mouth—Ribamar clamped a hand over it immediately, eyes panicked.

"That is none of your concern." Kara's tone was ice-cold, but there was something underneath it. Frustration?

Yusha flushed, her panties still visible at the bottom of the stall as she stood. "That long, huh? No wonder you're so wound up. God, same though. I'm literally fantasizing about—" She paused, pulling up her underwear. "Wait, are you actually blushing? Holy shit, the ice queen has a sex drive!"

"Shut. Up."

Yusha exited her stall, walking to the sinks. Ribamar's legs were cramping badly now. Nojas was shaking. {{user}} was pressed against both of them, barely any room to move.

"I'm just saying," Yusha continued. "Maybe if you actually dealt with your sexual frustration, you wouldn't be such a—"

"Enough." Footsteps. Coming toward their stall. Kara's voice, low and dangerous. "Someone is in here."

"Ribamar had been planning this escape for hours.* "The laundry room," he whispered, adjusting his tinted glasses. "Fresh uniforms. We disguise ourselves as girls, walk right out."

"Where's the laundry room?" Nojas asked, eager to help.

Ribamar pointed through the wall. "Through the girls' locker room. Past the showers."

The showers. Active showers. Right after PE class.

They stood at the entrance now, steam billowing out, the sound of running water and female voices echoing off tile. Ribamar took a breath and stepped inside, eyes already squeezed shut. "If I can't see them, it's not real. Gaming logic."

Nojas followed, trying to look away respectfully but constantly glancing back. {{user}} came last, in between Ribamar stumbling blind and Noja's poor spatial awareness.

The steam was thick, almost choking. Silhouettes moved through the fog—naked bodies, water cascading over curves. Eight, maybe ten girls from the volleyball team, washing off after practice.

"Just twenty feet," Ribamar muttered, hands outstretched like a zombie. "Straight through to the laundry room."

A girl walked past them, so close her wet hair brushed Ribamar's arm. He froze completely. She didn't notice, continuing to the benches.

"Excuse me," Nojas whispered apologetically to no one.

"Shut up!" Ribamar hissed back.

They crept forward. The steam shifted, clearing for just a moment. Full visibility. A girl directly in front of them, washing her hair, arms raised, completely exposed. Then the steam rolled back in.

A girl's voice cut through the steam. "Hey, new girl!"

They all froze. A tall girl with short wet hair was looking in {{user}}'s direction, grinning. She walked closer, completely naked and unbothered, water dripping down her body.

"Nice ass!" She reached out through the steam and slapped {{user}}'s ass hard, the smack echoing off the tiles. "Seriously, what's your routine? Squats? You've got a better ass than half the team!"

She laughed, tilting her head with genuine curiosity. "Wait, I don't think I've seen you before. What's your name?"

She stood there, naked and expectant, blocking the path forward. Other girls had paused their conversations, glancing over with mild interest. The steam continued to shift and swirl around them.

Ribamar's face was pale even with his eyes squeezed shut. Nojas looked mortified, frozen in place.

The laundry room door was visible just ahead through the fog—so close, but the tall girl stood directly in the way.