"Oh?" Vera replied as she leaned in close to purr in Daphnee's ear, "You should."

She tightened the bindings a bit further, forcing those breasts to thrust outwards before walking around the bound Prefect. From behind, Vera slipped on a tight fitting bondage mask. Daphnee's vision was stolen from her as the tight material hugged tightly around her head and eyes. A hollow ball gag was pushed into the student's mouth and tied before the rest of the mask was pulled down and tightened.

Daphnee's world was nothing but darkness. She could see nothing. She could hear nothing. Her nose was plugged, preventing her from breathing except through her mouth. Each inhale filled her lungs with the powder inside the gag, a drug that Daphnee was very familiar with.

The student could not hear the Head Girl moving. All she could feel was the tight nylon rubbing against her bare skin as each breath caused the rope to rub against her chest and ribs. The fine powder filled Daphnee's lugs, saturating her system with the vile drug she helped experiment.

Suddenly, Daphnee heard a soft voice whispering into both ears. The words were a variety of directions to better pose and flaunt the student's body. The voice was so faint that it almost escaped the Prefect's notice. Directions on how be on display continued to play in the woman's ears along with other faint phrases in the background supporting obedience and good behavior.

Vera watched her trapped pet, observing how the Prefect reacts.

The mask was different. While she had her vision cut off before it had been by simple blind folds. Darkness soon engulfed her. At first her breathing hitched causing the ropes to bit into her even more as her breasts were thrust out.

Before she could speak her mouth had been plugged up with that plastic ball. The tip of her tongue skimmed it discovering what she knew she would, tiny holes. Her nose plugged up, each breath bringing that aphrodisiac into her lungs.

It was both familiar and different at the same time. Her Mistress had used the earlier model before and this was the advanced stuff she had been testing. She had once baked it into something but never experienced this sheer bliss.

Her flower was already in full bloom. Her unseen eyes fluttered. Instinctively she squirmed as if attempting to get out from beneath a harmful touch but each shift only brought more pleasure due to the ropes.

Her gasps muffled, her clit and nipples stiffened and it got worse as that desire built at such an incredible rate. At first she did not move, her heartbeat loud within her ears, so it wasn't anything intentional on her part.

Once she realized what she was hearing she scrambled to comply. At first she had been in a rush to catch up. As soon as she had the next position was being announced. The ropes simply adding to the drug that fed her.

She had been concentrating so much in understanding and caring out the commands that had her contorting and trying to contort in various ways that she had not consciously registered the other words that were being fed into her subconscious.

The commands to obey, to please, to serve, kept pressing into her mind in such a way that the pleasure she was now experiencing got tied up with the words. Obeying felt good. Pleasing felt good. She wanted to do both before, now she desired to do so tenfold.

It must have looked comical with her scrambling to keep but and do her best given her restrained state. The more she obeyed the more pleasure she felt. In addition she heard that voice that had been reinforcing obedience and good behavior.

It did not take long for that first orgasm to hit, nor the second. She lost track when she became a squirming mess similar to jello being struck.

Her gasps while muffled became more intense. She needed something in her, that need causing her to squirm even more but instead of bringing relief those movements only generated greater need.

The Head Girl watched patiently. Daphnee squirmed though it seemed more like she was trying to arch and pose while in her bound state. Aurosal flared around the Prefect's aura, growing brighter with each breath taken. Panties darkened as the student grew wetter by the second. The student squirmed, thighs rubbing together only to grind those ropes against her already tender body. Each moment caused the woman to grow more desperate with no sign of relief.

Nipples poked visibly from the tightly bound bra covered breasts. Vera circled the helpless student as she considered how to approach this new development. The Head Girl approached carefully as she took hold of a section of the nylon rope. Trapped in her world of darkness and bliss, Daphnee was unaware of what was coming next.

With a yank, the rope dug into both breasts. Both tender mounds were thrust forwards as the ropes squeezed them tightly. The ropes relaxed only to tighten again and again. Another tug to another section of rope caused the rope to saw right into the student's panty covered slit. The girl was already cumming just from her own motions and Vera was just adding gasoline to the blazing fires inside the woman's loins.

Sweat and juices soaked Daphnee's glistening body. Every motion was a trial as the ropes fought against Daphnee's movements. Juices squirt out around the rope and the woman's soaked undergarment with each fresh orgasm until the poor woman could take no more. Vera let her pet collapse and rest for a bit as she prepared the next phase of this little game.

Vera took advantage of her Prefect's exhausted state and began to cut away the woman's undergarments with scissors. It was not long before the purple haired woman was in nothing but black nylon rope.

Daphnee was guided to her feet and moved a few feet. Feet were kicked apart and soon she felt a touch to the back of her knees, guiding her downwards to the floor. Soon, the Prefect felt a warm rubber tip against her flushed netherlips. A long thick dildo was set up for the woman to lower herself on. With the mask on, Daphnee could not hear Vera if the Head Girl was saying anything. Soon, the Prefect was without her Mistress's touch and with the warm shaft pressed against her slit.

“AAAAHHHMMMPPPPHHH!!!” She cried out, that ball gag hindering those luscious sounds. Her body blazed with arousal as the ropes were played with, tugged one way, her instructions forcing her another as she tried to comply only causing those ropes to dig in further.

She lost track of how much she came. The process accelerated with her Mistress' involvement. All the while she heard that soft voice commanding her one way then the other as the other words sank into her subconscious.

Associating obedience and pleasing her Mistress with the pleasure she now felt Daphnee was hung over hot coals until her body could take no more. She could not keep but and collapsed. Words continued to pour into her mind as she laid there panting for some time.

The ropes continued to do there thing, still intense just not as much as when she had been moving. Dimly aware that her undergarments had been cut away it was slow to register even as the cool air hit what had been concealed.

Assisted up, her stance made to widen she soon felt the warm tip against her nethers. Unable to hear her Mistress and knowing that this was what her Mistress wanted she hurried down that shaft complying with what was obvious. She moaned, that single thrust picking up where she left off. Her back arched as she rode that dildo.

It was good to please her Mistress. Great. She was only hoping that her Mistress had not intended on her holding back at this point. It just felt too good ...

With mask sealing away Daphnee's senses, there was no telling if the Head Girl was pleased or not. There was no way of knowing if this was still Vera in the room with her or someone else. But, none of that mattered to the drugged Prefect. She rose and fell on the thick rubber shaft, fucking herself on the lewd sex toy.

The ropes limited the woman's movements. The helpless student could only use her legs and hips to fuck this toy. Every bounce caused those bound breasts to jiggle and bounce, rubbing up against the tight ropes. The ropes rubbed up against Daphnee's arms and thighs as the Prefect forced her body to keep moving up and down, up and down. The hot rubber slid along those dripping wet inner walls as deep as it could go. Each stroke added more heat and pleasure to the already aroused student as she drove her own desires to new heights.

There was no further guidance from the unknown hands that guided Daphnee to this point. It was inevitable what would happen to the Prefect if she kept pushing herself. Womanly juices soaked the dildo. The mask hid the lewd sounds of Daphnee's slurping juices as she fucked as hard and as fast as she could, driving herself insane until her entire body began to spasm and orgasm.

The girl could only keep going for so long before those numb legs failed to lift the woman's glistening body. Still impaled on the rubber shaft, Daphnee's moment of rest was denied as the toy began to hum and thrust upwards into her exhausted form.

The ball gag had been long since empty of the aphrodisiac but it served to muffle those delighted cries. The ropes did more than enough on there own to stimulate and arouse her fully with each movement she made, however minor, she felt it.

In her state it had not occurred to her that Vera may have left the room. Her desire for that cock and to please her Mistress had been paramount. She could only hope she had not chosen the wrong course of action but her need had been great driven to this point.

Knees grew sore as she bobbed up and down that toy. Her breasts jiggling with each motion. The words had ceased replaced with nothingness save for that need that grew inside her. Up and down, her hips gyrated as she grinned against the toy until her knees could no longer lift her and gravity caused her to sink to the base of the toy.

Panting against her gag when she no longer could continue, or so she had thought, that toy took on a life of it's own buzzing and lifting her up part way as it thrust into her. Her knees almost left the floor with the power behind that initial thrust.

As gravity brought her back down the toy was lifting her back up. Her Mistress always had the best of toys, supplied by NICE of course. Again and again it pressed into her with greater vigor where she was loosing her mind to the pleasure.

The thing was already drenched in her favor well lubricated it was soon coated in more of her juices as it pumped into her again and again. There were no signs of it stopping. Even the most arduous of the guests eventually ran out of steam, at best the batteries may die but batteries lasted far longer then any of the guests.

She was at the mercy of her beautiful Mistress, if indeed she was still even present as she no longer felt that touch, only the dildo and nylon ropes both of which had been stealing her breath away as muffled as it was due to the gag ...

The toy drilled up and down, pounding away at the student's cervix. The impacts and humming vibrations rippled through the tight entrance and echoed inside the woman's womb. Unlike living creatures that grow tired, the machine did not care. It pushed as long as it had power. No matter how hard Daphnee's cunt tightened around the humming dildo, it easily drilled in and out relentlessly.

As Daphnee's body gave out, something caught one of the ropes to keep her from falling. Sitting on those numb knees, a growing puddle of the Prefect's juices formed beneath her. The vibrations seemed to flow right through her g-spot, sending the poor woman over the edge again and again. The amount of orgasms became irrelevant as the woman eventually blacked out entirely.

Vera smirked as she held Daphnee's unconscious body steady as the dildo continued to fuck the student. She pressed a button on her remote that caused the tiny speakers to resume their whispering. She left the dildo and voices go for another hour before turning off the vibrator and easing Daphnee's body off the shaft. She left the Prefect laying in the puddle of her own sexual juices to rest for a bit.

The voices continued for another hour before Vera removed the mask. Vera admired the slack expression on the woman's face. Hopefully, this would satisfy the request of NICE labs. The Head Girl removed the ropes, leaving her little pet in nothing but the now empty gag.

It was already late into the afternoon. It was doubtful Daphnee would recover any time soon. Vera ate a simple dinner before washing up. She left the student on the floor in her own juices while putting away everything else. The Head Girl would make note of her Prefect's condition tomorrow morning. She will see how well the drug and those soft commands took.

“UHHH!” Back arching deeply her recent moan chocked off by the gag as the dildo moved without rest. Smeared in her juices the toy continued to press into her depths again and again. Regardless of how she managed to keep up with it (or not) it came at her with that same pace.

Lifting her upward, letting her sink down then lifting her all over again forced her to at least try to keep up to balance herself atop it rather then risking falling off of it or being thrown clear. Even the beasts of the island had to catch their breath from time to time allowing her a moment to recover, however brief

But a toy did not need such brakes. Nor did it care if she recovered a little to prolong the moment. The toy was receiving no pleasure from this designed to bring pleasure. At first she was able to keep up, needing that toy to fill that burning ache within her.

The humming toy soon slick with her juices kept going to the point where her body could not kept up. In danger of falling someone grabbed the ropers, she had not believed that it was anyone other than her Mistress though coherent thought had left her at that stage.

She mumbled something against the gag that was punctuated with a moan. The ropes that bound her clearly felt as she was prevented from falling off her seat. Then the voices started. The speakers making them sound as if they were emitting in her own head rather then being pumped in from an external source. She had been unable to think about it much, words associated with the driving pleasure that she was forced to receive for however long until the darkness that surrounded her remained.

It had stopped yet didn't at the same time. She was fed hose commands, told how great it was to please her Mistress, how to please and serve. After associating that voice with the pleasure of that dildo on a subconscious level she still felt that pleasure in dreams.

Mask and bounds removed, her features flushed Daphnee laid there in a puddle of her own juices all night. Occasionally her body would spasm or the gag muffled another moan. When consciousness finally returned to her she had no idea what time it was. It was night or predawn, the room was dark and she was unable to tell.

Sitting up on her knees took effort. Each shift caused her to feel the ache of her latest session and her knees were still sore so she had to place her weight on her thigh instead. Removing the gag after looking around to see that she was alone her heart sped up.

Reality had been slow in returning. She had missed an opportunity to please her Mistress! It hurt, the soreness brought by each movement while manageable in small doses had been intense when moving too quickly. Tears formed up in her eyes but she pushed through choking them back as pleasure hit at the same time.

First she had to clean up the spot of her mess, any left over garments and any rope that may have been left which she would have placed away with the gag and set the spoiled clothes in the hamper. Next she had checked on the time her heart sinking when she realized that she missed dinner which she suspected by the way her body felt famished.

Yet it was still too earlier for breakfast … she had to be out for quite a while, her visual senses had been cut off so she had no idea when she had past out. Was it 12 hours back? Maybe, maybe even longer. She did not dwell on missing dinner for long though, she did not dwell on a missed opportunity but focused on a future one. Just how was she going to please her Mistress next?

That alone caused her to shiver with anticipation. The extra time she had was a blessing in disguise since it took longer to do things. After seeing to any mundane chores such as cleaning up Vera's plates from the night before she got things ready for her Mistresses shower then breakfast. Still naked for the moment as it would have been a chore to get ready herself she crawled into the bedroom to wake her Mistress if she had not already risen crawling over to the bed, licking down an arm glancing to her then if her Mistress had not stirred sling down that blanket further as her lips moved along that collarbone first and lower still ...

Though she came to in the middle of the night, Daphnee would feel the aches of fatigue within her body. Sleeping on the floor was certainly not comfortable though she did not care at the time when it happened. Hungry and still tired, Daphnee would notice the mess she left on the floor. Even in the dark room, she felt the moisture of her own juices that soaked the tiled floor.

It was doubtful that Daphnee would get in much trouble if she turned on a small light assuming it does not wake the Head Girl. The same could be said about getting something to eat. If the Prefect desired to join her Mistress in bed, waking her owner due to a growling stomach would be an embarrassing mistake.

Daphnee finished cleaning up and approached the sleeping Head Girl. The Prefect crawled towards the woman even though there was no one watching. Vera's body was covered by a bedsheet, leaving little to be exposed for the eager servant. The silver haired woman awoke when Daphnee touched her and immediately turned to look at her.

"Why did you wake me?" Vera asked, "I did not tell you to wake me. I more than capable of waking up on my own when I need to."

The Head Girl sighed as she brushed strands of silver hair behind her shoulder. "Do not confuse initiative with recklessness, Ms. Von Heinrich," she added as she slipped out of bed, "Come along, I will not tolerate my pet walking around while this filthy."

The shower came first. Daphnee was ordered to join the Head Girl as the two nude women enjoyed the hot water soaking over their bodies. Vera used this as an opportunity to inspect the Prefect. Hands roamed over the purple haired woman, checking the woman's arousal and sensitivity after the long session the day before. Fingers squeezed the woman's breasts and pinched those hardened peaks. "So tell me, what have you learned so far, my pet?" Vera whispered into Daphnee's ear.

The floor was an unyielding surface adding to the aches she already felt. Most paled in comparison to the other aches she felt as she moved, cleaning the mess and grabbing something simple to eat. Each action took more out of her though she had more time on her hands and did not need to rush which her body was thankful for with each movement she made.

Had she made a mistake already, this soon? Worried her mind fumbled with an answer hearing that admonishment before she could reply. In truth she had not thought that far ahead thinking only to please her Mistress ad being a bit too eager to do so that she did not see that the action could be displeasing.

“Yes, Mistress,” she confirmed filing away the lesson. The damage had been done but that was an improvement for next time. Not to disrupt normalcy but not being compliant in her duties either. To please her Mistress in the best way possible.

There was a second lesson to draw away from this,, one that she should have know had she not given in so readily to her eagerness and that was presentably. Another matter to adhere to the next time around as she tempered that eagerness with both obedience and above all leasing her Mistress regardless of the task before her.

Lead to the bathroom she felt each tender muscle along the way. The warm water felt both good and stinging at the same time. It was an unusual mix given that some muscles benefited and others not as much.

As hands roamed her her body blossomed in response. Not that it took much, it never had at her hands. Nipples that had been hard most of the night along with that clit exploded as blood pumped into them.

Where the ropes had restrained her earlier had been some of the most tender regions where she was still quite sensitive in other regions these spots were more so.

“AH!” She was aroused and sensitive at the same time. On a subconscious level her aim was to lease and her body responded to the will of her Mistress ready to serve her needs whatever they were. Her skin began heated, she processed those words that poured into her ear as the water poured over her body.

“To serve, Mistress. To please and obey. Not to be dull to be more creative, but to temper my eagerness in doing so. To remain presentable when coming to you, Mistress.” She was breathing heavily as that touch continued to sweep over her body.

Vera released the woman and grabbed some soap. Once her hands had built up a nice lather, the Head Girl stroked Daphnee's glistening form. Soapy hands groped both breasts, squeezing and kneading the tender flesh firmly. The soft tit flesh bulged between those squeezing digits before closing in on those tender peaks. She pinched and tweaked them before her hands drifted around to the woman's sides.

Hands ran up the Prefect's sides and under the woman's armpits before sliding back and over both shoulders. Daphnee's arms were stroked with those lathered hands before more soap was gathered. "Your nipples are so lewd now," Vera teased as a finger traced the length of the erect peak. Her other hand slid between Daphnee's thighs, tracing fingers across the woman's exposed pearl. "Your clitoris as well," she added as she pinched and stroked the tiny nub as if it were a small phallus.

"Such a lewd clit needs to be cleaned very thoroughly," Vera whispered, "Do you agree, my pet?" Fingers traced across those flushed netherlips, alternating between teasing the woman's entrance and her precious pearl. Still tired and aching from the night before, the Head Girl showed no mercy to her moaning pet. She would force this student's body to succumb again and again.

Her cheeks flushed red as she panted. Those fingers swept over tender and sore muscles yet felt so good at the same time. Those words that bled into her subconscious clicked. Pleasing her Mistress having that touch bestowed upon her. Pain, discomfort, pleasure, all assailed her at once.

“AHH!!!” Her tits played with, her nipples targeted already hard and erect. Further that touch explored, her back pressed against the wall of the sower was keeping her standing though with the shower itself it was tough to determine among all that soap and water how much of her own juices were being washed away.

Another gasp, louder then the last given the state of her clit. She was sensitive for sure yet her body endured those aches. Her cheeks growing more flushed at that touch, her mind playing back the words she wasn't even aware she had heard for the most part. How good it felt, how best to please her Mistress and this being what her Mistress delighted in.

An orgasm soon became two which became three. Her stamina as far as resisting had never been strong but she had endurance and held on longer. Even so she had her limits, her legs trembling she nearly slipped down the wall and had to grab her shoulder to keep herself upright. If that hand was removed or after a few more orgasms she would drop sliding down the wall quickly left panting and breathing heavily.

Even so she tried to rise a few times but needed to catch her breath, a mournful look on her features as she glanced up at her Mistress. “F-Forgive me, M-Mistress.”

Daphnee came faster than ever before. This was either due to the recent training or the drugs, perhaps both. The Head Girl admired how her Prefect trembled in her grasp. The purple haired woman could not even lift a finger as both arms dangled uselessly at the woman's sides. The lost look in the student's eyes, the foam and drool escaping those moaning lips, this was the signs of a properly broken pet.

Vera released Daphnee, letting her sway on her feet for a brief moment before collapsing onto the shower floor. The Prefect begged for forgiveness though it was hardly required. The woman had not failed in any duties. The Head Girl simply wanted to break her pet down and watch the girl squirm at her feet. WIth that desire satisfied for the moment, the silver haired Mistress returned to washing her long hair and gorgeous figure.

Scented soaps and shampoo filled the air as the Head Girl continued to tend to her own wash. Daphnee's clit continued to ache from the teasing as her own sex trembled. She would see the individual drops of water trace down the luscious curves of Vera's chest and sides. The silver haired woman seemed to maintain appearances no matter what she was doing.

Vera finished up and stepped out of the shower. The shower continued to run, allowing Daphnee time to tend to her own needs before finally exiting. The Head Girl dried off and wrapped her body in a towel before running a brush through her long silver hair. It was still early morning when she finished and it was soon time to prepare breakfast for the Head Girl.

As Daphnee worked, Vera would sit in a simple bathrobe as she considered what she would do for this final day of the weekend.

She panted, exhausted as she got to look up with blushing cheeks and an exhausted look on her features. Her breasts heaved at each intake of air as she drew it quickly into her lungs. Vera granted her such a lovely site, so much so that she was envious of that water sliding over such pristine features.

Hard pressed to understand if her Mistress had been displeased or not she got no indication one way or another and ultimately concluded she was not. If she had then clearly Vera would have said something. Try as she might though it took her some time to gather the strength to stand. When she had it was shut off.

Each movement took effort, she toweled herself off, decided to dress but kept it simple as she aced too much to don proper attire. She had thought of something more elaborate but surprising at the same time. She went with simple but unusual.

In order to protect herself wile she cooked she selected just two pieces of clothing and one had no practical purpose to the task at hand. The first was an apron the other another collar. In the bathroom she struggled through brushing her hair, delayed for a second as to whether or not to tend to her Mistress who had a sizable head start already. That hair was long and illustrious but she fought the urge to do what she first thought of.

With the aches she was suffering from she would be more of a hindrance then an asset. Vera didn't need a half assed job so she focused on breakfast. She had to push herself to get things done but managed to persevered. Something beyond her own will, to please, to serve, she kept at her task when finishing and going through the difficulties in setting the places she had the additional difficulty in walking to the bedroom to get her Mistress.

Preparing breakfast was a difficult task but she felt the pulse of pleasure as she did so. Just as ache step brought the hints of pleasure, another task closer to being accomplished. “Mistress, breakfast is ready.”

Eggs would have been easier but she did that before and thought of something a bit different. Crust-less quiche muffins and breakfast burritos along with the traditional tea and juice along with some bacon. Waiting as was customary she ensured that her Mistress didn't need anything else at the time.

The lessons this weekend were much to take in. It would no doubt take time for the Prefect to figure out an acceptable balance between maintaining appearances and succumbing to her own desires to please the Head Girl. Following all the rules and maintaining composure was certainly safer but far more predictable which limited Daphnee's means to entertain the silver haired woman. Push things too much and the student would only be seen as a hindrance or an annoyance at worse for Vera.

Vera's cool composure only made reading the Head Girl far more difficult. Daphnee knew some of Vera's routines but it would take practice to figure out when was an appropriate time to go above and beyond the student's duties as a Prefect.

Daphnee was already making an effort to keep Vera's meals interesting. The Head Girl lacked any food allergies and so far the silver haired woman had yet to mention any displeasure towards any particular food. She sat down at the table as usual. "You have not eaten yet," Vera stated, "You will eat with me."

Perhaps there will be a time when Vera would not have to tell her pet to sit at the table. But, enough damage had been done for one lesson. Daphnee had much to sort out after yesterday, even if the Prefect was not fully aware of it all. The Head Girl would begin eating after giving her command. She would not say anything unless Daphnee speaks up first. Instead, Vera simply enjoyed another cooked and well prepared breakfast. The rest of this day would mostly be simply rest and relaxation while her pet struggled with the effects of the drug the Prefect was so willing to give to other students of the school.