The dangers of the island remained for both Head Girls and Prefects. But those positions did offer a level of protection that Anna was not aware of. That sash that was now a leash was perhaps the student's only way to change her inevitable fate. Unfortunately, the poor girl will not realize what dangers she avoided until the day she becomesa Head Girl or otherwises works for Shokushu or NICE labs.

There was no response to Anna's mantra. The Head Girl quietly searched through the tools that were available for use. With Anna's vision sealed, she would not be able to see what was painted on her body. Moist fingers soon came upon the student's chin, dabbing something there before tracing downwards along her neck. The touch drew away once it reached the collar bone, leaving behind some sort of fluid or goop that was in one of those jars.

A drop of another fluid splashed upon each nipple, covering it with some unknown colored food. Warm lips trapped the pierced nub. Vera's tongue slid slow circles, tasting the fluid covered peak. "Mm..." she sucked gently, tongue flicking the woman's piercing one way then back the other before lightly tugging on it with her teeth. With a final lick, she drew away, letting the cool air soak into the saliva soaked nub.

Her hand soon replaced her lips, squeezing a handful of luscious tit flesh. "You may not be embarassed easily, my pet," Vera cooed softly, rolling that breast within her fingers, "But if any of these pictures reach the right eyes, this..." she tugged on the sash, "Will be taken from you." Fear can be a lovely spice when one knows where the prey is most vulnerable.

The paint tastes pleasantly sweet: vanilla, chocolate, or banana depending on the color, lent a slight tartness by the inclusion of lemon juice. Anna seems as comfortable as ever in this situation, as a prop, as a plaything for the domineering Ms. Matsumoto. Stock still in anticipation. Even blinded, she can feel the wispy woman's presence over her, but it doesn't assuage her body's autonomic surprise at the sudden sticky touch of her deft finger, gasping softly, face tipped upward as paint is smeared across her chin and then tilting to the side, warm cheek pressed to cold marble as that attention drifts lower.

Pink nipples stand tense in the frigid air, a pleasant, rigid resistance to the forceful flicks and suckles of Vera's mouth. Thighs rub together softly, smearing sticky excitement along her soft flesh.

Pink lips part as a hand kneads and mangles the pert swell of her tit, though it takes her a moment to speak. "Yes ma'am." It's a moan, the tug of the sash contorting her even more, extending the precarious balance of her shoulders as her head is lifted from the floor, tightening her gasp to a whimper as it cinches around her slender neck.

The other breast was left untouched, the sticky fluid remaining on the aching peak. Fingers paint across the woman's bare skin, marking her in various bitter, sweet, or spicy colored foods that ran across her smooth body. A tug of the sash would goad Anna to sit up on her knees, allowing the silver haired painter to mark the Prefect's back and proceed to trace fingers across the woman's arms and legs.

Another tug guided the slave to her hands and knees. Her legs were nudged further apart, leaving her exposed while Vera quietly browsed her available options. While she appreciated the preparation Anna provided, she knew that her pet was familiar with all these sexual items. So Vera decided to grab something from her own array of 'correctional' tools.

Anna soon felt something large and thick pressing against her dripping netherlips. The hard rubber forced those netherlips to part and soon, the Prefect felt the ribs and rubbery spikes slide against those tight inner walls. Vera slowly worked it in, pushing and pulling it in and out. The Head Girl rotated the sex toy, gradually spreading those netherlips until it could slide all the way to the entrance of the woman's womb.

With a faint smirk, Vera flicked the switch on the long dildo. It hummed to life. Hummed did not do the device justice. The dildo was rapidly thrashing, grinding against those inner walls while the tip flickered up against Anna's cervix. The ribs and spikes dug into those tender walls. The vibrations and motions were so strong that the handle was visibly wagging as the device thrust and rumbled inside the poor helpless student.

She maintains the postures with the practiced stillness of an art model and the ostentation of a burlesque star: from arched mid-climax fetish doll, to naughty Catholic girl submitting to communion, to eager bitch in heat, resting low on her hands, head pressed to floor, legs spread wide, round ass raised eagerly in presentation, slick sex parted, glistening, exposed.

The toy comes with as much pleasant surprise as that first dab of paint, but it's eagerly accepted, slipping without great effort into her lubricated cunt, a primal moan rumbling from her lips as each ridge and spike combs her fleshy interior, until it's buried fully and snugly inside her. The moan elevates to a cry. It's almost enough to make her lose her balance, but she manages to hold it as the massive fuckstick rumbles inside of her, cruel knobs and ribs tenderizing her fuckwalls like a piece of industrial machinery. Her mouth hangs agape. "Oh goddddd..." Her wrists squirming as far apart as the cuffs will allow, chains jangling beneath the steady drone of the toy, her sex salivating, coating the device thick and dribbling down its surface to splatter in thick droplets against the cement floor.

There was nothing subtle about this toy. Its purpose was clear, to break and tame bitches. Anna's lubed passage made it easier for the shuddering device to lash and sway, grinding up against those rapidly tenderized depths. The Prefect struggled to remain upright, her insides trembling as the vibrations shoot through her very core.

The blind woman would feel fingers trace along the unstained parts of her back and side. "Already crying out?" Vera teased, "I wonder how long you will last..." Fingers trace those moaning lips before Vera finally stepped away. With the offered camera, she began to focus on the lovely image before her. The confident woman was now struggling to maintain any composure as that dildo ravages her in ways no ordinary cock could. But, no pictures just yet.

Vera approached slowly, letting the toy weaken Anna further and further. The Head Girl casually removed the blindfold, allowing her to see those eyes struggle to remain focused. Only then did she step away and focused the camera on this wondrous image. She waited patiently, letting the toy produce that wonderful moment that would be burned in both image and in Anna's mind. When Anna's body reached that moment of breaking, Vera would take pictures of those eyes fluttering and rolling back as juices squirt out of that climaxing vagina, the toy fucking her through each and every orgasm without pause.

There's little subtle about Anna either, a creature so clearly broken since she arrived, so mutably tamed. She rides the toy like a born whore as it shakes and stirs her insides, purring and gasping, the massive implement battering in its force against her cervix, points and edges rumbling against her most sensitive flesh. Her eyes are turned keenly upward at Vera's words, her smile distant but sharp, a momentary concession before letting her eyes roll back, mouth hanging limp and drooling as she lets the pleasure overtake her, perfect slutmodel for Vera's camera. Fingers and toes tense against the cold floor, her legs twisting together, tightening her pink tunnel around the toy as it sloshes and slams inside her.

It takes longer than Vera might expect. She's a girl who's had no small amount of objects inside her, organic and otherwise, and she's cultured the art of making the ride last as well as she's mastered the art of flamboyancy, but the switch is clear and genuine, her bottom lip pinched beneath teeth as she pumps back furiously, whole body rocking against the force of the toy until she's gushing like a foutnain, honey splattering against her thighs, slicking the floor, riding it as long as she can, sunk now to forearms, her palms flat, her fingers flexing, gasping hungrily as her cheek presses hard to concrete, legs twisting together, holding her mechanical lover in tight.

The camera clicked, sealing those visages of bliss and sex into memory for years to come. With a foot, Vera pushed Anna around. She rolled the woman onto her back and spread those thighs wide, showing how much the woman was cumming and that blissfully unaware face in yet another series of pictures. Other positions were used until Vera was satisfied with the amount of 'evidence' she had collected.

Unfortunately, all this rolling about left smears of colored foods on the marble floor not to mention the puddles of womanly nectar. Vera took a few more pictures, watching how those squirms grew weaker and far between. Numb limbs no longer obeyed Anna as the climaxes wracked her very soul again and again. Only when her form was too weak to continue did Vera grabbed hold of the rapidly swaying handle and clicked the vile device off.

She removed the dildo with a wet pop. The cuffs went off next before fingers grabbed a handful of Anna's hair. She walked her exhausted pet around, pausing before a full length mirror that showed Anna's sorry state. She let the image linger, burning into those dull eyes before tugging the pet to look at the mess that was made. "Your arts and crafts project has left behind a mess, my pet," Vera said softly, "Do clean up after yourself..."

Vera's foot pushed Anna down into the swirl of colored sugars, spice, and everything nice. If Anna had any coherency left, she would hear the camera clicking as she 'cleaned' the floor.

In short time, Vera has cataloged a veritable Karma Sutra for solo girls in bondage. Anna holds the postures remarkably well considering the circumstances, a pliable, sexual yogi. Down dog. Constricted starfish. Sinner on the cross. An array of luridly artful shots fully documenting her submission and sexual shame. A close-up of her glassy eyes and slack-jaw. The candid arch of her supple body as she rises in furious lust against the thrusts of her makeshift lover.

She's left slick and sticky, gasping and drooling as the toy pops free loudly from her gaped, slobbering snatch, a puddle of a thing wracked with the consequences of countless mounting orgasms. Her mind is misty as she's paraded about the room, forcing hand over hand, foot over foot, leashed by her hair, on all fours like a beast.

She barely recognizes her own reflection, makeup smeared with lustful, painful tears, her chin slick with drool, but she exhausted body to eager work at tidying her own shame, the Jackson Pollock painting her cunt and body has made of the floor. Her pink tongue lashes out against the hard cement, grooming over the sweet and bitter mix of flavored paint, nectar, and sweat that coats the floor. She pauses to turn her eyes up to her Mistress, eyes wet, mouth obediently open to display the rainbow of her tongue before settling down again, like a piglet at the trough, mopping up the floor with her whore mouth.

The 'cleaning' was slow and there was not much progress being made. Pictures were taken as Anna forced her weary body to move and taste her own unique 'paints' and sexual nectar. "That is enough," Vera stated as she grabbed Anna by the hair and forced her slack face to look her in the eye. "Was it everything you ever hoped?" the Head Girl purred, "Does not really compare to a soft kiss in the district, no?"

The Head Girl pulled Anna along, taking her pet into the bathroom. There, she left the woman slumped in the shower. She turned the hot water on, letting the warm water to begin washing away the paint. "Do not take too long," Vera warned, "I must shower after you while you clean up your mess properly."

Dumb-eyed and slack-jawed, Anna nods and then shakes her head in appropriate time to Miss Matsumoto's words, still heady and dumb in the aftermath of the chain of orgasms.

Half crawling, half dragged, she's led to the bathroom. Water scalds her back, drizzling down pale flesh in rivulets, the sloppy pastel slop of paint, water, and sex juice pooling at her feet like the sugary remains of a bowl of fruit loops. It's only when she's sure Vera's gone that she lets a sob escape her throat. But she only gives herself a moment to sniffle before pushing to a stand, reaching for soap to cleanse herself. Since she was given her own private quarters, she's taken advantage of the opportunity to luxuriate. Here though, she acts quick and thorough.

The sound of running water dies as she steps out to dry herself off, a red streak across her neck from where the sash was tugged too harshly, sex still swollen from the force and size of the toy.

There was little Vera could do. She frowned at the mess on the floor but that would be Anna's job to clean up. Still, the exercise was pleasant though Anna did need to learn her limits lest she breaks before ever achieving her goal.

Once she heard the shower turn off, the Head Girl stripped out of her uniform and wrapped herself up in a towel. Anna would hear and see the bathroom door open as Vera stepped in. The silver haired woman approached and traced her fingers along the mark on the woman's neck. "How are you feeling, Anna?" she asked, "As my slave, it is important to speak up when you cannot take anymore. I cannot read your mind and you tend to prefer taunting for more punishment rather than recognize your own limitations."

Fingers traced along Anna's chin and lifted it gently, looking the woman right in the eyes. She leaned in closer and gave her pet a soft kiss on the lips. "You are my belonging, that means you must not allow yourself to be broken. If I want you broken, I will do it myself."

The Head Girl released Anna and slowly slipped off the towel, revealing her perfect nude form. She turns on the shower, letting the running water purge the remaining colors and sex that Anna may have left behind before stepping in herself to wash up for the night. "Do not leave when you finish cleaning. I am not done with you yet..." she called out to Anna before closing the shower door.