The demon bent to the bag he had left on the floor before raping her, he was disappointed she had failed to attempt the technique in the slightest but that changed slightly as he pulled the large pot out. Her mind flickered over many things, darkness and knots but a few among the many. He set the large of down and pulled out the package containing the mortar and pestle ground items. He dumped them into the pot. In the darkness he knew she wouldn't be able to tell exactly what he was up to.

After pouring the items on he returned to the much emptier satchel. Inside he retrieved one of the two vials. Returning to Daphnee pinned against the bookcase he grabbed her chin in his had to hold her still. Then he proceeded to collect her tears by sliding the glass vial upward against her cheek where her tears flowed. Her tear flow had diminished but her sobs continued. He managed to fill half the vial. The instructions had called for only a single tear, but he figured better to be safe than sorry and dumped the entire vial into the pot on the ground.

He debated on the next ingredient to extract. Best to get the blood out of the way. He retrieves the other glass vial from the satchel. Moving to her right pinned arm he slides the wrist covering out of the way. A sharp stabbing pain would follow as he punctures her wrist with one of his sharp nails. Holding the vial up he allows the slow trickle of blood to run into the small glass object. As the trickle diminishes slightly from clotting he roughly squeezes the wrist forcing some more blood to drip free and finish filling the vial.

The extraction completed, he dumps the crimson contents into the pot as well. He returns to the bag, looking for the gauze and tape.

Her tears were not spilling from her in a frenzy but were there. The whole situation was overwhelming and though he began getting his ingredients out of the way she tried not to pay too much attention focusing in on her concentration rather than what he was doing. She did her best to press matters from her mind even as she heard him, the cold chill of glass pressed up to her face gathering some of the tears for whatever reason.

The knots she had envisioned at first were the simple kind as she was struggling to focus on something, anything. Trying to forget what that demonic entity did in the passed was tough, probably impossible. That aphrodisiac though was probably more trouble now that she had a moment to collect herself.

In and out her efforts faded and she winced after something, probably a claw, grazed her skin. The thing was collecting blood? WHY? Her mind screamed, her body quivering. She had been under the effects of aphrodisiacs infrequently but often enough. There was the laced cookies she had. The powder Vera had, Ania drugged her once when she was with Rosalie and Slimer … his methods seemed different and while the effects of his and Ania's aphrodisiac felt similar and could be delivered in the same way Ania could suppress it entirely she found. In fact it hadn't been until their second meeting meeting.

The feeling was similar to the two, injected into her with that cum, her body blossoming against her say so. Darkness, knots then a flare of heat causing her to start over though as that need increased she whimpered and gasped on occasion but seemed to be going longer between having to start over even with that aphrodisiac that had seemed so insurmountable before had been worked with.

The was a rhythm, a dance, and while she had to continuously start over, while the effects ravished her body she began to figure out that tempo given the lack of stimuli at the moment. Her eyes pressed closed against that intensity shutting out those glowing eyes as tears slowly trickled down her cheeks as her chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm.

The demon went into the bag digging around the cavernous satchel until finally he found that gauze and tape, while he was fairly certain he hadn't struck any arteries or veins, there was no point in going through all this effort only to have her bleed to death.

Straightening up in the darkness he approached Daphnee again pressing the gauze to her minor puncture wound and taping in a square around the edges of it. The material slowly turned red in the middle, but it appeared as it that was the end of it. Sliding her wrist covering back into place he smiles. In the darkness though she would only see his glowing cat-like green eyes slit closed slightly.

Her thoughts surprised him. Her need began to grow as expected, her desire causing him to become hard again, yet it was those other thoughts that caught him off guard. She was attempting to use the meditative techniques to aid her and keep her focused inside instead of on this encounter. The darkness form and was lost, hints of knots, of darkness and of flame. Her breathing became more regular though, the sobs faded, and fresh tears failed to spring forth. Apparently she had not forgotten all he had taught her during their time apart. A proud smile formed on his lips. He had not expected a miracle where she could maintain it through out an ordeal that would break most into gibbering fools, but with the lack of stimulus even the aphrodisiac coursing through her made the effort impressive.

He took a moment simply to allow pride at her efforts flush over him and give her a chance to make a real effort. She battled the aphrodisiac and her bodies response to it and her breathing became her focus. It was a great moment.

Realizing keeping her tied up and lingering there wouldn't do either of them any good he bent back to the mostly empty sack. Between the two puppets, he found what he sought. Retrieving the hair scissors he had stolen from the island's campus salon, he pulled them out along with a hair tie.

With a brief forceful tug he pulled her limbs forward, yanking her backside free from the shelves and spun her around. Pressing her body and limbs forward, her breasts rested on a chest high shelf and her limbs remained spread eagle, legs and shin pressing against the lower shelves while her wrists and biceps pushed against some higher shelves spread apart.

Seeing her there helpless in the skimpy uniform, he decides one more quick break before continuing wouldn't hurt anything. He steps forward and places the scissors down on a shelf in close to eye level with a clang. His large clawed hands reach for her delightful body. He squeezes her lovely ass under her skirt before sliding those hands up her side and to her breasts resting on the shelf. Her shirt and bra still cover them but he fondles her breasts roughly over the material while he steps in close his cock rubbing over her pantie clad sex.

Slipping the panties to one side again and slips inside her from behind. He begins fucking her much wetter pussy, thanks to the drugs, as he wonders how much concentration she would be able to maintain.

What was this? In a moment when she had been roused from her meditative state she found that her wound had been treated. That certainly made no sense though she was reminded of Vex who savaged her then seemed to take a gentler stance with her. He did not seem to know any magic, the only one that seemed to possess any had been Therion that she encountered though there could be others.

It was gathering things as if collecting ingredients for whatever reason either for some sort of spell or to stock up on them she was not certain but what she was was that this was not that demonic entity or Therion.

Her thoughts on fire lessened. She slipped into the trance for longer periods … the aphrodisiac was a tough struggle even as she tried to work with it.

“UNH!” Spun around she hears the clank of the scissors and feels those hands upon her, touching and caressing. Ania had no hands, Wraith was incorporeal, Marlin an ooze. In the moments she had been back she checked off those creatures she had encountered sure that this was a new one.

Darkness and notes, this time she came back feeling the rippling member pressing inside her moist folds.

“UHHH!” Then darkness, more knots and a few thrusts later she had been coherent again. The added sensations had been something that she had to struggle against anew as the tension from the drug blossomed further egged on by that contact, that need.

“UH, Y-Yes,” she gasped before knots formed in her mind's eye once more.

Slimer certainly wanted to free her from the collar by completing the spell, yet that damned short skirt and her beauty, those needy thoughts, his pride and joy that she had come so far, it was simply too much. As he slid home he was glad she was lubricated from need this time. He hadn't liked giving her pain, even if in his mind it was for a reasonable cause. She had never done him harm, and he certainly liked to save the pain for those that had.

His hands stroke all over her body, firm thighs, pert butt, slim waist, and even those lovely breasts half resting on the shelf. Her thoughts impressed him more and more. She maintained not only the darkness, but the knot throughout most of it. She was put into one hell of a stressful situation, rape, bondage, and strange sample collection and done well.

It was his cock that seemed to pose as big a challenge to her meditation though, on the same level as the aphrodisiacs. As he took her from behind, he couldn't help but slam home over and over, it was like a reunion between two long lost friends, his cock had missed filling her tight little body so much. She began to gasp and even started to feel quite good and he felt himself beginning that long trip towards an orgasm. He wasn't close but her sexy body reacted so nicely.

He almost forgot why he was there and grabbed her shoulder blade length hair and got it altogether into a fist, he slipped the hair tie up the length creating a pony tail. Other than straightened and hanging free, it was the other style she wore her hair in that he liked most. Yet today it was for a different purpose. Hair tie in place, he used the pony tail as a handle and yanked her head back with each thrust. He figured use it while it was there before he needed it for the recipe. His lips nibbled her ear lobe, his breathed a little harsh and ragged into her close by ear.

Faster and faster his hips went as even he got his leg squatting to create more vigorous thrusts inside her slick folds. She hadn't said much, but he knew from her mind she had calmed greatly between the meditation and figuring out who or what was taking her. He wondered if she would figure it out before all was said and done.

The addition of that touch made the aphrodisiac more potent. While it was clearly easier to deal with without an form of additional touch upon her it was the combination of the two that had staggered her drawing her into and out of her meditation.

There was no denying to herself that it felt better now and while she sporadically worked it out between the visions of darkness that swept over her she could hear her body respond. An epiphany about the collar, perhaps it chimed when the creature wasn't in ambush mode but if it were lurking it did not chime in hope of her blundering into a trap whereas the collar's noise would draw the others to it.

It was a working theory that went out the window at the same time that it had pressed back within her welcoming body. Her chest pressed up against that bookshelf and with that eager slapping of their bodies as the joined.

Yet, it was the difference, that change, the nibbling of her ear. The closeness of the creature as it breathed mere inches from her ear. The back of her head buzzing as her now pony tail had been pulled. It was primal, it was rougher yet gentler then before by far or the aphrodisiac was having a greater effect.

Though it was this combination that had her green eyes snapping open as she slipped out of her trance or rather had been pulled from it once more. Slimer! If it were anyone she knew … but as far as she could tell he did not know the arcane arts but it had never come up.

She was not 100% certain though. There was a nervous spike, almost akin to a longing at that but as her body trembled and she could not help but gasp again she had gone back to trying to envision that darkness though the heat of that aphrodisiac was steadily increasing though making it harder now after getting use to it without the stimulation on some level.

The demon pulled, it wasn't a yank her hair out pull, but simple pressure arching her back as his hips drove his length over and over inside her. He had missed fucking her, almost as much as he missed teaching her and talking with her. She didn't judge him, or his intentions. She accepted her role in matters, and she knew if it wasn't him it would be another. Probably one who cared not for her mutual pleasure, and she had rewarded him for placing his trust in her. She had learned and even now she was applying what she had learned. He was impressed, but then again he had always been impressed by her.

Her sex quivered and her need only grew as the full force of the aphrodisiac from the cum would begin coursing through her nubile body. Her body responded to his touch. Its need great even if her mind isolated itself. Her thoughts interested him though. She was still playing detective.

Over and over, he squatted and thrust deeply into her core. Her unconscious directing his strikes like a heat seeking missile to strike and rub her g-spot as needed. Trapped in her skimpy school outfit, taking it from behind and spread eagle it was truly a sight to behold.

Then it happened. Well in fact two things happened. She guesses at who has taken her this night. The demon had made a valiant effort to keep this as a realistic attack as possible his identity unknown, even taking her as it caused her quite a bit of pain. He can hear the doubts in her mind, yet she strongly believes it is him. Clever girl. Without 100% certainty though, he keeps to the ruse.

The second thing that happens is that he cums, and cums hard. His hot load soiling her velvety depth, his cock throbbing as waves of semen rush forth to fill her yet again. When it ends he pulls free. His breathing deep and ragged as he recovers from the orgasm.

Hands not completely steady, he grabs the scissors and her hair just below the hair tie in his other hand. He begins cutting through her silky purple hair as the scissors chime out the deed.

*Snip* *Snip* *Snip*

Its tough going as her hair is thin, but she has a lot of it. As he finishes the final clip and it falls free he looks down at the pony tail he is holding.

Oops.

He had cut a good 6 inches, much more than he had intended. He had at least cut in a straight line just above the pony tail, but as he took her and pulled on her hair the hair tie had slid up a few inches.

Cutting it in straight line made the pieces in the front longer than the ones closer to the tie in the back. The ones in front hanging down to her shoulders, while the strands in back came up a couple inches above her shoulders. Without trying he accidentally gave her a rough a-line bob.

He shrugs and figures she should get over it as its for getting her collar removed in the long run. At least he hopes she will. He takes the hair sample and tosses it in the pot.

Daphnee was still uncertain, that burning need growing intense though she manages to slip in and out well enough feeling him throb against the walls that ripple over him. The gush that follows is cool and thick as he infuses her again.

GAWD!

More aphrodisiac filled her and her senses are befuddled enough where slipping back into a meditative state was impossible now, there was too much drug. She could hear herself whimpering, pressing her eyes closed as she struggled with the new sensations, that growing need …

*SNIP* *SNIP* *SNIP*

What was he doing? Yeah, he was cutting hair but why? It appeared as if he had cut too much but a combination of the fact that she was not a girl to fuss much over her appearance and that drug that had her mind in a different place.

“UNH! P-Put it back in ...” she gasped as the emptiness was beginning to grow unbearable.

The demon added the pony tail to the pot, and Daphnee seemed to not care about her new trim. He was relieved at that. In fact her mind had been on wanting him back inside her. He knew if he gave in then perhaps he would never complete the incantation. So he ignored her begging and his raging cock for the moment. He wanted nothing more than to flip that little skirt back up and fuck her harder than he ever had before.

To take temptation away now that he had the hair he needed, he spun her back around with the tentacles. He forced her to kneel placing her hands roughly behind her back with sudden yanks of the tentacles. Vulnerable, needy and on her knees perhaps was not the best way to quench either of their burning desires, but for the moment it would have to do.

Having guessed his identity, and with only a puppet and some words to go, he moved towards the light switch by the exit. Much closer than traveling all the way to the elevator, he made the extremely short journey of 20 feet and turned the knob. It was with a blinding abruptness that the florescent lighting overhead buzzed to life. Returning to Daphnee, he stopped as he looked at her beautiful form.

I'm sorry for the ruse. I wanted to make it as real as possible. I do want to tell you that I am beyond proud of you for implementing what we worked on. I know tonight has been a little strange and hopefully it all becomes clear soon. I will free you when its done. Please hold on a little longer.

He reaches into the nearly empty large sack and pulls out the remaining two items. He holds the two puppets up at arms length before her.

Which of these do you hold more dear? He shakes each indicating the puppets.

Denied those carnal pleasures she is spun around and placed on her knees. The drugging effect flows over her getting worse as she's forced to ignore it for the time being. Of course ignoring it is an impossibility and she goes wide eyed at the realization she had to hold on just a bit longer. She wanted to scream, to plead for it though the best she could do is whimper and squint as the lights are swept back on.

He explains about the deception and for the first time she sees the pot but still has no clue as to what sort of spell he is running, it is a spell as far as she can tell.

Biting the inside of her cheek hard enough that she drew a bit of blood he asks about the two dolls. Rocco in the right, Bennie in the left. Both had significance in their own way, Bennie was her first though she rarely used him other than as decoration. But he was irreplaceable. She could make a new doll, a better doll but he reflected the fact that her skill set was so much better now and she could not replicate a puppet as bad.

Then there was Rocco. After her first rape she destroyed Mister Timmons in a rage and to top her shame from spreading to the other puppets. No they were not aware but by being around one another her mind had just assumed that they interacted or at least they had in her mind and that carried over.

To make Rocco she had been raped twice. Once by that demonic entity she feared so much while collecting the exotic wood and once again while constructing it by Kakumaoh though she was able to bargain with him and learn of her impending fate.

“I … I don't know … they are both special ...” Her puppets were her “friends” since back home she never had her own. Destroying Timmons though showed just how distraught she was. “B-Bennie ...”

The demon felt her desire. It burned through her like a plains wildfire, wild and out of control, unable to stop until it consumed everything in its path. The drugs were potent, only a fraction of the potency of his slime, but that was another story altogether. She had to cause herself pain to focus, her meditation broken as he needs her in the here and now.

Her thoughts flood into his mind. They both were special to her. One never could be replaced, while the other had cost her dearly to create. He looks into her lusty eyes, the green reflected back at him, and he knew either choice would hurt her. He had caused her enough suffering for one evening and truly felt for her. She was a noble soul, full of sacrifice for others. He hoped the end result would be worth the sacrifices she had made both in the past and today to get to this point.

Figuring they both met the criteria for the spell, he places Bennie down with his left hand next to her and straightens up. With his powerful arms flexing their corded muscles, he pulverizes the dummy in his large clawed hands directly over pot. He can almost feel something break inside of her as she watches the destruction of her pride and joy, in fact her friend.

He feels for her loss, and maybe one day he could help her replace it, but that was neither here nor there, and he had an important task to complete. The words had been memorized, not complicated at all, unlike the list of ingredients. Finally, he spoke them, Klaatu Barada Nikto.

The demon didn't know what to expect, maybe thunder and lightning, maybe nothing. Instead what happened didn't disappoint. A boom and flash filled the flash pot rattling both their ears, and rattling their vision, a simmering noise and a pop followed, and when things went still he glanced in the metal container and saw a shimmering blue liquid. Carefully he tilts a few drops into the the first vial and holds it up to look at it. It seemed to shimmer and almost glow in the low light.

Walking over to Daphnee, as she knelt there, he pulls her much shorter hair back in one hand and sprinkles all the contents in a circle around the cursed collar. With some sizzling, followed by a puff of smoke and a poof, it simply seems to disintegrate. Molecules dancing and shimmering, finally it fades from existence. Smiling in wonder, he uncoils her limbs.

You are free.

Bennie is set down beside her though the white doll, Rocco, is still held prisoner. There is no fanfare no taunting words just the snapping of her heart as Rocco is pulverized before her wide green eyes just like that.

Stunned at what she was seeing it was a sobering experience despite how the chemical interacted with her. Like a drunk that gets into a terrifying situation that ends their inebriated state. Difficult to come by but certainly possible.

The occult words she does not recognize given that she had so little while growing up seeing such classic films had not been on her agenda but those words of power actually had some merit and had been used for a great many things.

The cannot speak but the tears start up again. Rocco is gone. Just like that. First Mister Timmons last year and now the latest casualty in Rocco.

Why had he asked his question? But before she could think it over there is much fanfare a boom, a burst of lights … when her vision clears he is standing near and sprinkling something on the collar bond about her neck.

The collar could be removed or destroyed but the damn thing always came back though this time as leather dissolves she is infused with the knowledge that it will not be coming back this time. At least she hopes that is the case/ Only the bell remains dropping to the floor and making a final jingle. Her eyes drawn to it as it dissolves before her eyes into nothingness.

Freedom. Freedom from the collar, step one, on her agenda had been escaping this place though with that collar she was a prisoner among prisoners, now she had a chance.

Her thoughts conflicted, her mind shifting back to Rocco and his destruction. The destruction of the collar …. the drug was always there. It was persistent as it pumped through her and while she had managed to ignore it for a moment in light of what was going on it was creeping back in now that the matter had played out.

With no time to mourn Rocco's passing that chemical begins to sweep back over her though her focus is lacking and she is unable to sink into that meditative state. The effects were mild at first growing in intensity the longer time swept passed.

Rocco's destruction was swift though and occurred before she had even registered what was going on. Her mouth had stopped working in that instant so stunned was she. She still could not utter a sound though soon they would return with the full effects of the drug that flowed through her.

The demon spoke the words, but afterwards there was no great fanfare, no blasting of trumpets, just the dim hum of the florescent lights above managed to break up the deafening silence that ensued. He face told the tale though, utter shock and disbelief was etched onto her beautiful face. He didn't know whether to hug her in sympathy for the loss of what was more than a simple puppet, but a friend that had cost her dearly to bring into being, or to simply walk away leaving her to her mourning.

Had he thought it through better he wouldn't have cum inside her before such an emotional moment. In his mind, she would be overjoyed at being released from the prison the collar held her in. Yet it wasn't until he asked her to choose and those thoughts came flooding in did her realize the true bond she held with those tiny wooden men.

He walks forward a couple feet. A hand places itself on her shoulder as she stares numbly forward. You are free. I am sorry for the loss of your companion, I know he meant a lot to you, and that its presence helped you to cope with the trials of this place.

He felt the drugs need coursing through her. He runs a hand over her hair comfortingly, sorry about your hair too. Hairstylist is not one of my many skills listed on my resume. He says hoping to make her smile, knowing it meant nothing to her.

If you wish, I will go. I am proud of you for practicing the skills I have taught you, and I am happy to see such a noble, generous woman free of unfair bindings. I'm sure you will be successful in your trials to come. In the end I hope you see these sacrifices as worthwhile payment for what you gained today.

The demon collected up the remaining pot, and poured the remaining liquid onto the carpet, which did nothing oddly enough, but left a bluish stain. Maybe that would be all that remained other than her memories of Rocco. He placed the pot into the bag and bent down to retrieve Bennie. Here. He holds the doll out to her preparing to turn and leave.

Rocco. None of her dolls could be replaced but she could fashion a doll similar to Rocco of the same skill level. He had been the only doll she had fashioned here. For starters she had been kept busy and the fact that only one was necessary to reflect the debauchery that she had been through as other aspects were captured by other dolls. It was the summer too and her duties had let up enough where she could fashion another, Rocco created prior to her Prefect status when she had a bit more time on her hands.

Was it necessary for his destruction? Was it part of the spell? Why not Bennie? She could only guess that either would do and he select the one that was least important to her for the spell. The collar was gone and she was overjoyed with that but at the same time in mourning over the loss of Rocco.

That pressure was returning, blossoming in her passage.

A brief smirk at his words. No hair stylist. “Hair grows back.” And with the right tools it didn't hurt when you cut it either. He presented her with Bennie and she took the crude puppet. Her other hand grasping a forearm as she shook her head slightly.

“Finish what you started -” that drug would grow and was growing. She didn't want to beg knowing at how intense it could be even if she had some success with the meditation falling into a trance now was out she knew and right now she didn't want to be left alone with her own thoughts.

Not today. She would appreciate the sacrifices later but right now had to keep her mind off of matters for the time being to get through matters better.

The demon smiled as she smirked at his joke. At least it was a sign she was truly going to be fine. Feelings of joy, anguish, and desire flooded his mind. It was a tornado of emotions, but the swirling need seemed to rise up and flatten the other, blowing them from her mind at the moments. She desired to be fucked, to be fulfilled, to be reminded she was alive, those thoughts came rushing in. Above all a desire to quench that hormonal thirst of want driving through her like a raging bull let loose.

As she grabbed his muscular forearm and told him to finish what he started, it didn't take a genius to figure out what she wanted him to finish. She wanted a conclusion to her final session. Slimer wasn't one who could ever turn down Daphnee and her wondrous delights. He had chosen her from the many glamorous students and it had been one of his wisest decisions.

He had been hoping for this, and here it was.

Of course Daphnee, how would you like it? It was a simple question. He knew she wanted to be fucked, probably hard, but it was an invitation to select what she needed most at that moment. Did she want to be restrained again in and end that matched the beginning of their meeting or did she have a position in mind. It was a loaded question, but freed from her restraints, it left quite a wide open area for interpretation.