Moving her foot a little, Natsuki elegantly kicked the stool so that it rolled toward Pia and stopped right next to her, doing it like she did not even have to consider what amount of force she would have to use.

So.. socks and shoes?
Pia had expected more. Probably, she would demand more later on. She was considering her options. She might as well give in, at least for now. She placed one foot on the stool, beginning to take of the requested garments. Suddenly she felt really self concious. It was a disturbing set of conflicting emotions. Part of the awkwardness was that she was about to start undressing in front of a woman that likely viewed her as an object to screw as she pleased, and part because Pia also desired Natsuki, something that did not help, regardless of what some might think. Mostly, and quite irrationally, it was because Ms.Saika was so damned elegant and sexy about it, moving effortlessly like a dancer on dagger like heels, wrapped in tight, tight leather and pulling it off like it was a classy designer dress.

She would have looked awesome in a position like this, probably turning the session into something like a burlesque tease.

Pia glanced at Natuski again.. and the scene made her jaw drop, and her task was forgotten, one foot bare, the other still partially covered by her sock.

What the..? The doll was clearly Pia. Is that how she sees me? The figure looked clumsy, helpless. And obviously intended to display Pia's self image at her worst. There were days when Pia felt confident about herself, usually with Susan or Kanoe, but there were plenty when she did not. This was a monument to Pia's various issues, and it hit her harder, more merciless than a slap in the face.

Despite herself, Pia felt awed. If what Natsuki said was true.. If she had somehow managed to replicate her so faithfully based upon mere touch.. no, not even that. The mere memory of touch! That was genius. Genius, pure and simple. Pia had heard about blind people able to do amazing things despite the limitation of their condition, employing touch and techniques for memorization to maximum effect, but Natsuki was not blind for starters. And she had done this based on one single frenzied fuck.

All right, she had chance to observe Pia as well, though clothed, but still. The woman had many talents, Pia grudgingly admitted. Photographer, teacher, sculptor. Also master manipulator, a good lay and drop dead gorgeous. Pia felt defeated. It was like some being challenged by someone who was both an chess master and Olympic athlete. Pick your battle, they will win.

The sense was familiar, not unlike what she had felt when encountering some of the tougher monsters. And what do you do when you face monsters, Pia-girl?

A lot of the time, the answer was simple 'get raped', but sometimes she had managed to at least gain some advantage from it, or get off easier than she could have. And Natsuki was a mere human, Pia reminded herself. Once, she had let herself be raped by another human. Once, and once only. She had been confused and easily scared then. Afterwards, she had hated herself for her weakness. She had faced monsters able to rip into her mind, dammit! She should be able to handle one human, even a genius.. But what would she do? So frustrating, so humiliating.

"Fine..", Pia said, almost a whisper. Right now she could do very little. She was in the basement, she doubted she could make a run for it. Play along then. Either get it over with, or wait for an opening.

Pia slipped out of her remaining foot ware, tucked them neatly away like instructed, and stood upon the stool. Dainty, bare feet upon the cold wood. Awkward, Pia awaited the next step of the teachers plans, hands hidden behind her back to keep them from fidgeting.

Pia was not sure what she expected of the bag, but restraints were high on the list. As were various toys or devices for punishment. If it had been so.. Pia was not keen to be restrained or whipped, but if Natsuki decided to get down and naughty with her, Pia could probably cope. She had a great stamina when it came to pleasure, possibly at the high end of the human scale, thanks to her inborn gifts and magic training. Pain? Pia was not too keen on that, but she might be able to endure that too, depending on severity.

But it turned out to b a camera. It made some sort of sense, she figured. A strange sort of symmetry. It had begun with photo sessions. Did that mean it would end with one too? Clever, in that case. Symbolic, like a movie or a book where the first and the last part matched, closing a circle. Clever..

Natsuki was frustrating and clever because she was unpredictable, a danger Pia had not foreseen. Some monsters were like that, but often Pia had a good grip of how they operated, what made them tick. Not so with the teacher in front of her.. Or maybe clever was the key here, somehow? Ms. Saika was obviously pretty brilliant in many aspects, and seemed to take special delight in showing of her cunning, keeping her little victim off balance while drawing attention to her own flair and skill.

Pia did not know how to make use of that observation, though. At least not now.

Natsuki had told her to strip, but also to stand still. Deciding the last order took precedence, she remained standing on, looking a bit lost.

"T-that is enough!", Pia yelled. "Damn you, monster.. It is enough!"

Something was swelling up inside her, something stuck in a half form between rage and despair, something malformed that got stuck in her throat and made her eyes burn. It was like being in school again, maybe hearing a gaggle of girls laughing, turning her head to see what was funny, and seeing them point and laugh at her, not knowing what the joke was, except that it was on her and that she would be hearing it again and again.

She could easily see Ms.Saika in that role now, as one of the girls. She would not be crude, though. She would be sneaky, gaining your confidence, then stabbing you where it hurt the most. And then she would keep doing it until she tired of her game. Smart, sophisticated.. But a bully nonetheless.

Compared to the evils Pia had experienced here on this island, Natsuki was pretty weak sauce. But she was in power here, and she would never let go.

Pia stepped of the stool. The floor was cold underneath her bare feet. She glared at Natsuki. Pia could feel something wet on her cheeks. And then something snapped inside her. She would have expected something like fiery rage, but her anger was far from burning. Rather, it was cold, heavy, a crushing glacier of anger.
Pia had been pushed about a lot. She had been raped, abused, had little prospects of a future. Her remaining shreds of dignity was pretty much all she had left.

She would not let this bitch take that. Whatever happened to her, she would not let her take that. Big mistake, oh overly clever one.. You almost had me, but you went to hard, to fast
This was it. There was no way she would get out of this with her pride intact by her brains, so doing something really stupid would do instead.

Pia grabbed the leg of the stool, stepped forward, and swung, not at Natsuki, but at the doll, as hard as she could, aiming for the head.

Pia looked at Natsuki, disbelief in her eyes. An apology? She wanted an apology for acting in this situation?

"You.. you.. want me to say I am sorry?"

Pia sighed, then counted to five in her head.

"Very well. I am sorry that I destroyed Ms.Real Doll here. I am sorry I struck it down when I could, as you have pointed out, have broken your jaw instead. I am sorry, but that is the best apology I can offer at the moment. I suggest you take it."

She had raised and interesting question, though. Why had she chosen the doll. It had never been a question, really. The doll did not just represent Natsuki's leverage over herself, it also suggested objectification. Thus it made a natural target.

The camera would probably have been better, though, Pia had to admit. Still, it was a small target, and Pia's weapon had been unwieldy, so it would probably not have been a tactically wise choice.

Pia did kind of want to hurt Natsuki, though. But Pia was not very violent by nature, and still balked at hurting another human. Besides, if she had put a teacher in the hospital, she suspected she could just change her adress to the basement permanently. It was not quite worth it. Not quite.

"Please quit that.", Pia continued, her voice low and forcibly even. "Quit that confidence thing. I am not stupid enough to believe you, and if you believe it yourself, you are deluded. This is not for my sake, none of it is. This place is made for breaking us down. Maybe you need to make up some sort of elaborate justification for your own sake. That is just sad. You would be less pathetic if you stopped the babble and just got to the point."

Pia stepped backwards, slowly putting distance between herself and the creature in front of her. Ms.Saika.. still recognizable as herself, yet decidedly changed. The tentacles seemed almost obscenely alive, pink, fresh, like newborn tissue waiting to explore the world after the sudden metamorposis.

Somehow, it had never occured to Pia that Natsuki might be a monster. It was a pretty solid testament to the teacher's social skills, since Pia had grown quite suspicious during her stay on the island. It just proved how she had managed to slip through Pia's mental guards. Even when furious with her, Pia had approached her with the anger she would show a fellow human. Now she faced something different, something else.

Pia fought to control her panic. Part of her wanted to bolt, but she did not, perhaps for the same reason one does not run away from a large predator, triggering it's hunting instincts.
She even stopped pacing backwards. Adrenaline rushed her system. Her senses were working overtime trying to get a handle on the situation. In many ways, she resembled a startled deer realizing it was hunted, and that the next few seconds would determine it's fate.

Pia was not quite able to determine if Natsuki was truly horrible, or if she possessed some sort of strange, predatory beauty of her own. Perhaps both. Maybe the venus flytrap still keeps it's attraction to the fly, even as it realizes the green maw is about to close. Predators do have a certain elegance to them. Surely, Natsuki seemed to ooze her usual elegance and self assured sex appeal, gracefully closing in on Pia on her stilettos, reacting to Pia's evasive movements like a dancer reacting to rehearsed steps. The presence of those abominable things, moving obscenely like serpents, glistening in ways suggesting more tender organs..

Both clits and cobra's have hoods, Pia's brain uselessly informed her, framing the subconscious connection in words.

Pia struggled to speak, her instincts at the forefront of her mind. Een when she opened her mouth, her body was not still. Slow, measured movements, bare feet tiptoeing across the floor, like she both wanted to run, but did not want to trigger any hunting instincts.

"I.. I understand. What do you want?"

The air between them felt like it was crackling with unseen energy, like the tension was enough to generate static electricity. They were so close, only a minor movement from touching. Pia felt fear, anticipation, and something akin to erotic tension. She knew she was going to be used, used for sexual pleasure, but she did not know how. The thought scared her, but also held some involuntary eroticism. She could only hope it would be more pleasurable than painful, or that if it resulted in a rough coupling, it would be sufficient to drive her past the point of care and into sweet oblivion, as sometimes happened.

Pia knew she had very little choice but to strip. The alternative was simply to have her uniform torn off. So close, she had very little chance of escaping the tentacles.

The loom began to clack, a little rhythmic singsong of wooden sounds. Pia almost jumped out of her skin. It was completely unexpected, and eerie like a haunted house. She could not see how it was operated, seemingly it moved on it's own. There could be some mechanism there, or perhaps a tentacle operated it. Or perhaps Natsuki had other abilities, such as telekinesis. New clothes? That part puzzled Pia.

Slowly, Pia began to peel of her top, revealing a nice, pale blue bra with tiny flowers in yellow.