Rough, rough desire, rough raw sex. With Kanoe or Susan, Pia made love. With Natsuki, it was something more fierce and furious. Having surrendered, Pia could not stop. It was like gravity, like diving. Once you have jumped off the cliff, you could not go back, you just had to plunge. Plunge into a sea of skin and beating pulse, of half clothed bodies writhing on the floor. Flesh ebbing and flowing, tidal waves of sex.

Thinking back, it was like the memory of the scene was like a rapid paced music video. Flashes burned on the retina. Fingers showing delicate panties aside. Fingers in pussies, a finger slipping into an asshole. Nipple emerging from a lacy bra pulled down. The feeling of cunt rubbing against cunt. Orgasms.

Raw and animal like, she fucked Natsuki with fierce passion, fast at first, slower as her energy ran out, but still clinging to the sexual high as long as she could.

The next couple of days saw a glummer Pia than usual. Restless, nervous and sullen Pia began to resemble her earlier self, how she had been during most of her freshman year, trying to cope with monster attacks, loneliness, the loss of her first love and the aftermath of her horrible meeting with what passed as authority and justice at the school.
The whole affair with Ms.Saika had been a huge mistake. She had violated her own rules. She had stuck her neck out, she had gained the attention of one of the staff, and she had let herself be used by one of them. How many times had she reminded herself to never forget who was the oppressors and who was the oppressed? Even with the staff at the library where she volunteered, she kept a certain distance, and a couple of those she suspected actually liked her, possibly even ignoring a few of her activities that could otherwise have landed her in the basement.

Then there was the loss of control she had displayed. Intellectually, she knew what she had done did not qualify as rape. Natsuki had wanted it, manipulated her into the situation, even. Yet.. the way Pia had thrown herself at her.. Would she have stopped, had Natsuki been unwilling? Pia suspected she would not.

It was perhaps odd to worry about such things. As a teacher, Ms. Saika was part of the conspiracy to keep girls trapped here, to suffer rape of all kinds. Some would say raping one back was no crime. Yet Pia held herself to a higher standard than that. She feared the corrupting influence of the island almost as much as the monsters.

And then there was Natsuki.. What to do about her? Pia was torn.. part of her wanted to just fade away, and never see her again. Part of her wanted her. Despite everything that had happened, her attraction to the teacher was not gone.
But Pia knew she was not the one who got to choose. Ms. Saika had the upper hand. Pia could only await her move.

Class was finished, and Pia was in one of the less desirable places to be on the island. In the basement. More accurately, she was in a small, sparsely furnished room which was supposed to be some sort of waiting area, sitting one an old wooden chair. She had been placed here by a stern man, apparently the member of the staff in charge of detention. She had been told to wait, and so she had.

Pia had not been on top of her game recently. Her 'dalliance' with Ms. Saika had pretty much knocked her out of her emotional equilibrium. A mixture of guilt, worry, anger (at herself, Natsuki and the whole school) and her treacherous self esteem had seen to that. She had been distracted. She had begun to make mistakes.

Mistakes one of the more disagreeable teachers, Mr. Blackwood had noticed. She had been late for class, and then, when asked to give a short summary of a text, she had completely misunderstood, and made a fool of herself in class. Over the course of the next few days, he had homed in on her, sensing weakness like a hungry hyena, striking down on her every fault. Today he had, with no small amount of glee, presented her with a detention slip. She would be corrected for her unacceptable attitude! He had written down an extensive list of errors, getting pretty creative. He had even added slouching as one of her offences. Why? Pia did not know, but he seemed to be one of those people who find delight in finding something to get aggravated about, and Pia guessed she made a convenient target.
As it was, she hardly cared, being scared enough by the prospect of a new class with Ms.Saika.

It had been horrible, of course. Not that Ms. Saika was anything but a pure delight, damn her. No, she was positively radiant, as always. The other students.. Did they guess? Pia had no idea of knowing. She could not help but think some of the comments carried little hints.

The final blow of course was the shoot itself. Nude shoots, of course. Could not this be the day for landscape photographs? Hadn't someone told her once that nude modelling was for the sake of anatomy, and totally not a sexual thing? Not so for Pia. Not in any way. That girl.. what was her name again? The Brazilian one.. No one swings her hips like that unless she knows she's got the finest butt in the room, Pia could swear. And that other one.. Pia thought she might be from Thailand, but she was not sure. Blushing, but in a coy and decidedly non awkward way, and pretty as any flower.

And finest of them all, Natsuki. Elegantly causal in her summer dress, easygoing yet commanding attention, she had directed it all like a concert conductor, somehow outshining the ladies under her charge, despite their nudity. She had a way of moving that made simply walking an exercise in sensuality. Pia felt desire re-awaken, along with guilt. Susan had shown her what being in love was, made her feel whole and healthy. Kanoe had introduced her to sides of her sexuality Pia had only dared to poke at. Even sweet Komiko and not-so-sweet Cala.. Pia felt like she was betraying all of them, as well as herself.

It was perhaps a good thing she could produce the detention slip, show it to Ms. Saika and make her excuse. Pia suspected.. No. Pia knew she would slip again, where they to be alone together.

This blessing's disguise may yet prove to be hideous, though..

Pia knew not all students given detention was put through SM hell, but she also knew enough to be worried. With a snap, she looked up from the floor. Footsteps! Not the man she had spoken to before. Pia felt her shackles rise.Throbbing pulses of fear. Somewhere beneath her intellect, down in her subconscious, there was recognition. She knew those footsteps.

Shuddering, Pia watched the army of silent mannequins, lifelike dolls condemned to a soulless existence in the underworld of Shokushu. Even though the island was nothing but a prison in a pretty disguise, at least there was sun and wind up above. A semblance of freedom, moments where it was possible to forget all the troubles and at least for a short while enjoy the elements untroubled by the dark nature of the place.

Down here, where the discarded dolls dwelt, there was no sunlight, no open air. Thick walls everywhere. Perhaps in one way it was the true face of Shokushu, the essence of this place without the niceties that one still adhered to upstairs in the school proper. The mannequins were lost, naked, some broken. Hollow, emotionless and discarded when no longer of use. Not a good omen for herself.

Pia found herself yearning for above, even if she knew how horribly cruel that place could be. How long may they keep us here, anyway? The answer to that was probably as long as they wanted. Most seemed to just come down here, receive whatever punishment was seen fitting (or amusing) and then let go. She had heard tales of girls being kept for days, though, and she knew of girls that had just disappeared one day. Was it possible some were still here, chained up in a cell, perhaps?

"I-I.. There is lots of stuff..", Pia began, uncertain how to answer. She had the feeling proclaiming her innocence would not work, and she found herself self-conscious, even frightened in the presence of Natsuki. Ms.Saika had by a stroke of magic transformed from sensual angel to the crimson mistress of this bleak limbo.
With a grunt, she hauled the heavy suitcase into a more suitable place. Oh, screw it!
"Apparently, I have an incorrigible attitude. A regular bad seed, that is me. Even slouching is not below me."

Pia watched Natsuki tend to the lifeless dolls, aranging them in a more lifelike way. Even though she made the dolls look less dead and empty, the effect was not comforting. Quite the contrary. With Natuski's eyes for posture and details and what could only be described as an unique creative touch, she made the whole scene even more foreboding. They were watching her, or at least they did in Pia's mind. Watching her, perhaps judging her, like a jury, and one not necessarily partial to her cause.

The real, judge, jury, and, if needed, jailer was still Natsuki though. By her whim, Pia's stay could be brief or long, pleasant or unbearable. Pia tried to divine her intent and purpose, but without success. Ms.Saika, with her charm and wit, was pretty unreadable. Her manner and voice was disarming, yet Pia did not doubt she possesed plenty of cunning, and intents and desires of her own.

And besides, she had said if. Ifs could be terrible things, full of complications.

Dutifully, Pia gathered the paper and looked at it. There was quite a few offences there, she saw. She was not sure if she was to read them right here, to give her own opinion or what.

"S-so..", she began, quite uncertain about how to plead her case, or if such a thing was even a point. "I suppose.. I guess it is up to you then? That is what matters, right? What do you think I need correction for? Or am I truly off the hook."

Pia jumped back a step as the thing mannequin dropped it's arm. She was pretty tense, expecting the worst even though a small part of her wanted to trust every thing would work out fine.

Graceful as always, Natsuki broke into an impromptu dance. It would probably have been funny, had Pia been less tense. She had to admire Ms.Saika's undeniable style, the woman could switch from serious to funny all while maintaining her grace and ever present sex appeal. Pia liked dancing, if she was all alone in her room, but no one would have called her moves anything but goofy. Natuski made it seem fun, and that on heels that Pia would have a hard time to even walk in.

Perhaps it was this mercurial nature that had appealed to Pia in the first place. It certainly made the pretty teacher hard to predict. Just like that, she was right next to her. Next to her and.. there went Pia's upper button.

What the..?! Was this how it was to be? Alone again, just like last time. Part of Pia thought that might even be for the best. It would be simpler, certainly. The thought of them grinding up against each other, sweaty on the cold floor had a certain appeal. Then there would no doubt be a third time, and one after that. It would be easy. Pia, her teachers little plaything, obediently fucking one of her jailers while waiting for whatever doom this place had in store for her next.

Natsuki obviously knew what had brought Pia here, and knew how the story would go. Has she done this before? I think so..

"No..NO!", Pia protested, holding up her arms to protect her chest, looking like a distressed damsel protecting her modesty. It would have been easier to yield. Hell, Pia could not deny that even now she wanted Natsuki, wanted her bad, wanted to feel those slender legs scissoring her, the sound of heels scraping against the floor and Natsuki's voice moaning as Pia fucked her. But something, perhaps a stray particle of pride clogged up the machinery. "Please! I.. I.. Please stop! Why me, anyway, isn't the.. Yikes!"

Pia tried to fend of Natsuki while stepping away. Clumsily, she tripped herself walking backwards, falling and landing on her rear.

"You want me to strip?! Why, do you think that I.. err.. strip.."

Pia had a good rant going, but it died on her tongue as Natsuki let her dress fall.

Lying on the ground, Pia had felt any pretence of control of the situation slip through her fingers. This was it. The ball was thoroughly in Ms. Saika's court. Could she by any means have highlighted her own clumsy helplessness any better? She half way hoped Saika would just take advantage of her right there, just ravish her like she herself had done to her earlier. End the charade, cut to the core. Perhaps she would pin her down with a sharp stiletto heel, or just lay down on top of her.

But nothing so easy. Pia was pulled up, and then told strip. She was not just going to do that. She was going to yell at her, to tell her to quit her games. What right had she to berate her for keeping a low profile anyway? Did she not know what happened to students here? Commanding attention indeed.. commanding the attention of creatures who could use her body, sometimes her mind as their toys. Commanding the attention of other would gladly take advantage of her, humiliate her just because they could. It would have been a good rant, and probably long overdue.

The petite teacher shed her dress like a cherry tree sheds its blossoms. Suddenly, beautifully, easy. That was not what made Pia pull in her breath, though. Not what made her blush, avert her eyes, and then glance back like she was afraid both of being caught looking and of missing the sight.

The blood red outfit turned the petite teacher from stylishly adorable to lethally sexy in an instant. It hugged her tight and mercilessly, trapped her body underneath the tiniest layer of second skin. Part sexual availability, part armour. She looked like a sleek, predatory thing, something that would devour it's prey without remorse, but might choose to toy with it first.

The effect on Pia was pretty immediate. She could feel her nipples and clit throb with desire. Pia hoped Ms.Saika did not have any mystical senses of perception, because anyone with a glimmer of talent would see her mana light up like a lantern in the dark.

"I guess..", Pia said, conjuring up a tiny iota of defiance. Her brain seemed to slow down, all power given to her senses. Yet she felt she sould say something. Forcing herself to present a smidge of bravado she did not truly possess, she continued. "... I guess I should be grateful. Your.. garment.. looks more honest given the circumstances, does it not?"