She was rewarded for her service. Daphnee tasting those refreshing juices as she continued. Her own arousal growing with the way that the ropes moved and dug into her. There was a spike in the pleasure that they brought as the ropes were seized and pulled sharply. Their tight movements had been something that Daphnee had been unprepared for causing her to cry out. The sweet sound muffled against her Mistress' sex.

What she heard Daphnee thought best not to answer and take away from what she was doing. If she had she believed that would frustrate her Mistress and she wanted to avoid that. She took a chance in that Vera was looking to receive pleasure more than a response. And if she had then she had to weigh one against the other, which would bring less of a punishment?

Her hair grabbed that grip moving to the back of her head as her Mistress wriggled back and forth before her. More juices smeared against her lips and tongue and she didn't know what was better. The ropes or this favor? Diffidently the bliss of her Mistress.

Daphnee struggled against the embrace of those ropes. The joy at being the instrument of pleasure however her Mistress saw fit. At the same time she fought against her own budding pleasure. Each movement allowed the ropes to tighten against her, relax then tighten again. Her Mistress syncing against those ropes rapidly pushed her to her own blissed out state.

A warm glow ruptured from her stomach fanning outward. Lips quivered around the ropes yearning for more that they could offer. The ropes tied between her thighs saturated with her own juices, she felt her body squeezing against nothing. She tingled all over and yet did not stop. Each additional second slammed more endorphins through her skull.

She caught shadows of movement as Vera groped herself. She longed to be the one groping as she longed for that taste. Unable to do both at once she focused on that greater reward. Moaning as she worked. The ropes not the warm touch of those fingers but Daphnee could not deny how pleasant they felt.

The reward of juices was a blessing to her tongue. Daphnee slowed as she savored that taste but she did not stop entirely. Slow licks circled that tight clenching passage. Held in place she only pulled back when that hold vanished or she was pulled back. Her finger dancing over that clit, her head tilted upward with a smile plastered on her lips that shimmered with those juices.

Now she answered. “I hope I have learned well Mistress. Should I practice some more?” Her eyes averted to that juicy slit before her even as those fires still swept over her. Small bombs had been interspersed with the larger ones that her bindings brought to her.

Vera's release came and went quickly. The warm afterglow washed over her senses. It was a pleasant sensation as always. Compared to the alien guests and the Headmasters, this bliss was far more down to Earth and less mind melting. The Head Girl could keep her wits about her and enjoy the feeling of dominance she held over another. From how Daphnee's body shuddered and that aura flared, it was safe to assume the Prefect was enjoying this just as well if not more.

Daphnee was pulled away and the silver haired woman walked around the Prefect. "Who told you could cum and make a mess of my floor?" Vera scolded lightly, "Be glad we have to go now else you would be licking it up with your tongue right now."

Hands would pull both of Daphnee's wrists behind her. More rope would wrap around both forearms, binding them together before tying to the rest of the binding harness. The ropes ground against the Prefect's tender form as she was pulled to her feet. The slave was led about the room, forced to walk in the binding attire. Doors were opened and closed for the blind woman to hear before finally stopping in the middle of the room. "You have kept them waiting long enough. Present yourself to your Masters, slave."

Vera would step away and grab one of the waiting dildos. A light squeeze brought fluid oozing from the tip though the Head Girl was uncertain if the fluid was anything or another drug NICE labs wanted her to test. She presented it before Daphnee's blind face, smearing the fluid onto those parted lips as it pressed for entry. "Looks like they are all eager to see you again," Vera stated, "Your superiors work very hard. You should always strive to relieve them of tension. Then thank your Masters for allowing you to serve."

Things were often less intense then the alien guests but far more beautiful. There was never the option of choice with the plethora of creatures. Yet there were times that her mind shattered, particularly during those nightly sessions were she experienced hours of bliss. The thought alone generated a smile to her lips that lingered there only briefly. There was so much distracting her at present.

She gasped as she was drawn away from that fun. The movements alone causing the ropes to ripple and constrict her deliciously. “Unh!”

A sharp exhaled left her. The ropes were still pleasant even as they tortured her through their positioning. Orgasm control had been one of those things she had not been taught. Far more often it was enduring those waves of pleasure in order to stay coherant longer.

So she picked up on the fact that she wasn't truly being reprimanded. It kept with the theme. “I'm sorry Mistress. Just you being close inflames me … AHHH!”

Daphnee gasped with the taut reaction of the ropes as her arms were drawn behind her and bond. Even if that wasn't done on purpose she recalled from her lessons not to make excuses right after the words left her. She was still wrapped up in that delightful aftermath as she was brought up to her feet.

The ropes displaying no mercy as she was lead on. Doors were opened for her and Daphnee tried to figure out were she was. The suite was large so there wasn't a cluttering of furnishings to navigate around. The trip hadn't been long and she had no idea where she was.

She could envision herself among others. Naked outside those ropes, arousal evident by her sharp nipples or how the ropes between her thighs glistened.

“O-Of course Mistress.” Dropping to her knees she panned her head as if looking over those present. Of course that was impossible with the blindfold and was more to give the imaginary audience a good view.

“I am your servant and slave Daphnee von Heinrich. For two years I have served and wish to continue to do so to the best of my abilities.”

She felt something wet press against her lips. The object stiff, the liquid having a faint taste that she struggled to place. Lemon? Maybe. This had to be one of the dildos. She didn't know if that liquid was lubrication or something that the labs cooked up. It certainly didn't taste like a gel.

She would have said something but her lips yielded instead folding around that member. Her tongue swirled along the dildo and she felt it tingle a little. Definitely not a lube. Right now it was hard to determine if it did anything since those ropes stirred her up already.

It would take a few minutes to grow beyond the arousal she was already in the throes of. Each movement pleased her, the ropes always reminding her that they were there. Her mind opened up to suggestion and she hadn't even been aware. NICE had manufactured something she was doing with the combination of two drugs. One being an aphrodisiac, the other a hallucinogen that made the victim open to suggestion, getting them to experience things that they had been lead to. She had limited success in her work attempting to work out the dosage of both drugs where one didn't overwhelm the other.

In little time Daphnee felt as if she were in a board room surrounded by men. One eagerly stepping up to sample her lips, tongue and throat. Hands bunched into fists behind her back. She was restricted in her movements managing to bob back and forth as she took the toy deep.

At one stage when she got it out of her mouth she tipped her head back. “Do I please you Master?” She hardly waited for an answer before going back to sucking. Lips teasing the tip then suddenly dropping over that full length if he didn't press back inside her again. Now her body was heating up even more than it had before.

Vera had little to go off of on whether the Prefect was ingesting a drug or not. There was a growing flare of arousal coming from the woman's aura which led to it being a sort of aphrodisiac if anything at all. The Head Girl had no idea that her precious pet was about to go on a mental trip. The blindfold ensured no outside stimuli could conflict with what was being transmitted to Daphnee's brain right now.

Daphnee asked her question only to feel a firm hand pull her back down the glistening length she was sucking on. Vera finished strapping the dildo around the Prefect's head, leaving the woman sucking and slurping on its length while the sac of fluids lightly bounced against her chin. The ropes were soon replaced with countless rough hands of male high officials. If any words were heard, they were muffled and lost in the woman's befuddled mind.

The Prefect felt herself be pushed backwards, leaning back onto the hard floor. Thighs were forced apart and more hard lengths joined the sexual haze. The rope over Daphnee's slit was pulled aside to slide in another dildo. This one hummed to life, thrusting and vibrating inside the student's juicy cunt. A second vibrating phallus was forced into the Prefect's tight ass, humming and grinding against the other through her inner walls.

Vera watched the woman shudder and writhe on the floor. She had no idea Daphnee was in a heated fantasy of male masters fucking her all at once. The Head Girl grabbed a tit, squeezing and roughly handling it. She pinched those erect peaks, twisting and pulling before drifting a hand lower. She tugged on the rope, forcing it to slide and push against the vibrating cock. Fingers danced over Daphnee's exposed pearl, prolonging the agony as long as she could. She admired the sight of this student losing herself in the middle of the floor.

Her mouth latched onto the dildo in her mouth. Gathering up more of that substance as she worked that length. Her mind even editing out the strap around the back of her head as she got lost in the proceedings. So many hands caressed and fondled her.

In her mind she had been in the center of a ring of men. Many groped her, one stood in front of her taking her mouth deep. Ropes were pushed aside revealing her juicy cunt only for another to take her. The swift thrust filled her buzzing against her. The same done behind her at her ass.

OH MY FUCKING GAWD!!! She internally screamed. Writhing her hips shuffling back and forth as if caught up in against thrusts that weren't even there. Her mind envisioned that she was straddled over one of them while another stood in front of her fucking her face. Another behind her, the two vibrators working against each other.

So many hands caressed and grasped her. One even the drugs couldn't effectively edit out. She craved it, knew it intimately. A portion of her brain latched on to that touch her Mistress rewarded her with. And in her hallucination Vera was present so she wasn't confused by it at all.

She moaned out around the cock in her mouth. Struggling against those burning embers that brought her so close to exploding she tried to hold back. But with little training and all she was feeling that was a loosing battle. With her mouth stuffed she couldn't ask for permission this time around either.

Her moans became more frantic as she writhed on the floor. Phantom lovers easily shifting with her to make better sense of what was going on. Her moans during into heated whimpers, the only means she had to plead or ask for permission but it was not long before a tsunami struck. The men kept going at her, the vibrators did not pause in their actions.

Her mind exploited those intense feelings. As her body erupted images of men swapping out and resuming seamlessly filled in the action. Others painted her body with cum either jerking off and using her body like a dart board or pulling out before shooting all over her.

Above all this her mind focused most on her Mistress' touch melting into it. Those very movements causing the ropes to react keeping her caught up in the throes of passion.

Daphnee's aura was like a blazing star. The woman rocked and swayed those hips, the dildos churning away at her vulnerable depths with tireless tenacity. The illusory men grabbed and groped nearly every inch of her torso. The Prefect's motions seemed to make the motions rougher and firmer as the she continued to struggle against the rope bindings. Hands squeezed around each breast, causing the lovely flesh to bulge outwards. The air was quickly being saturated with the stench of sex and sweat as the men continued to swarm over her. Muffled murmurs continued to join the muffled groans and squeals of the helpless student. With the blindfold, it was impossible to tell if these men were actually having a meeting or if they were simply indulging themselves with her yearning body.

Muffled whimpers sound the woman's upcoming defeat. Vera could see and feel it all. The Head Girl's fingers continued to torment that exposed pearl. She could feel the bundle of nerves pulsing and throbbing before her touch. The Prefect's body was tensing over and over before finally shuddering in orgasmic oblivion. The dildos did not slow at all as they continued to fuck Daphnee through the climax. Vera smiled as she gripped the rope and tugged it over and over, causing the rope over the vibrators to slide and push the toys deeper into the woman's spasming body.

Only when the orgasm finally began to die down did Vera stop tugging on the ropes. She grabbed and squeezed the sac of the sex toy in Daphnee's mouth, releasing more of the evil drug into those sucking and slurping lips. As the woman struggled to process what was happening, the Head Girl grabbed the cat of nine tails and began lightly whipping those luscious breasts. Rubber tips struck and dragged across glistening flesh while others flicked across erect and vulnerable peaks. No matter how much Daphnee tried to twist away, the rubbery barbs could not be avoided. The numerous phantasms the student formed in her mind would not stop using and abusing her body like the piece of meat she was.

Daphnee's body blazed. All over she was assailed. Groped, touched or filled with dick. Unable to see she only had audio cues to how many men were around. She had the sense of those that were close by but distractions kept her from focusing on that too much.

Each time she shuffled or squirmed those ropes would constrict and please her. Sex and sweet filling the air. Ropes grabbed and pulled on whenever she slumped too much. Renewed pleasures surging through her. She came hard around those toys. Clenching and constricting against them.

They were unyielding, her mind readily imagining even more men taking their places at her holes. How many were there? Or was it a small number just taking her time and time again?

She did not worry about it, her mouth free allowing her to howl out. Shaking as she found herself caught up in rapture she felt the spray of cum on her features. This time she did slump to the ground. Only two of the men continued to take her. Others were still groping her. Her hazy mind hearing one comment about wanting to hear her.

Soon after she was struck along the breast and flinched which only caused the restraints to tighten around her.

“AH!”

She could feel the lash of the cat o'nine tails. It stirred her back to reality for a moment in that she was keenly aware that her Mistress was using another one of the toys she gathered. Struck again, her breast jiggled, her nipple throbbed. All she could envision were these men having their way with her on the floor while Vera loomed over them all.

“Oh! M-Mistress!” She felt the lash once more causing her to roll on the floor a little. Fingers tightened against her holding her still. She was on her back now. One man grasping her arms and thrusting into her clenching ass while another was kneeling between her splayed legs pounding into her from above.

“OH GAWD!!! I'M CUMMING AGAIN!!!” She felt the quick build up despite trying to hold back it seemed that the task had been too much for her not that the men present appeared to be bothered by it.

The dildo in Daphnee's throat slid out, allowing her a few brief moments to scream blindly out towards her Mistress. The Prefect's voice was soon sealed by a fresh dildo taken from the many that were layed out before. The brief moments of clarity the sting of the tails brought were not noticed by the Head Girl. All she could sense was the endless desire, lust, and joy coming from her beautiful pet.

Hot juices squirt around the pumping dildo, the Prefect already spiraling into another orgasm. "Already?" Vera's voice teased, "You are not even through half the table yet. So pent up... You must have looked forward to all these men fucking your brains out." Cocks slid out only to be replaced with other toys. Daphnee was pulled up and pushed forward. A hand held the bound wrists behind the purple haired woman. A long thick dildo thrust hard and deep, twisting with every entry and exit out of the woman's still spasming form.

Vera's hand controlled the rate this rubber cock tenderized Daphnee's depths. A strap-on stood proudly from the Head Girl's body, awaiting its turn to ravage this squealing beauty. There was only a brief reprieve when the student's wrists were released and the dildo in her dripping cunt slurped out. The Prefect unceremoniously fell to the cold floor. A hand grabbed the woman by her purple hair, lifting her head to pull out the second dildo from her throat.

The silver haired Asian walked back around, grabbing those bound wrist to yank Daphnee up off the floor. Still on her knees, Daphnee could feel another thick knob pushed into her body. Hips bucked hard against the Prefect's tight ass. Vera's free hand proceeded to whip her pet's ass while fucking her with the strap-on. "Ngh... Shouldn't you be thanking your Masters for having you during their important meeting, ungrateful slut," Vera hissed as she continued to work her hips, grinding the ribbed shaft against those trembling and sensitive inner walls. Every thrust forced the Prefect's sexy body to lurch forward.

Vera had already stripped down to her bra as she fucked her pet. Breasts bounced within the tight confinement of her lacy white bra. Her perfect skin glistened and shined from the effort she put towards conquering her precious belonging.

Half!

That at least gave her an idea as to how many men were present. All eagerly awaiting their turns. She writhed on the floor, another wave sweeping over her. Cocks rotating and replacing on another. Daphnee envisioned all that gooey cum within her body and even splattered against it.

When her mouth was freed her latest cry was freed for all in the board room to hear. She believed it was dozens not realizing in her state that they had been the only ones. She nodded clearly looking forward to this, to any attention that her Mistress bestowed to her.

Her now freed pussy clenched around nothing but air after Vera used it to perfection. Her insides blistered as the toy hit those sweet spots within her. The toys removed she dropped to the floor until brought up to her knees. Daphnee struggled to catch her breath feeling all those jolts firing through her.

“T-Thank you Masters! Thank you for treating me to such a delicious feast! AHHH!” It felt good. Those ropes teasing her as her Mistress got her up on her knees before the audience. She could feel how close her Mistress was to her.

She had wondered if she came to the end of the men since no one closed in on her other then touching and groping her. Her mind not distinguishing between these phantoms and the ropes. Was her Mistress going to show them how it was done? Her heart beat increased even more. Each pulse rumbled in her ears.

Breasts jiggled with each sharp breath she took as did her ass once she felt the sting of the lash against it. A dildo rubbing up against her. She only knew it was part of the strap-on given the proximity of her Mistress.

“OH MY GAWD!!!” She cried out. Not able to hold back the rush of excitement as she was entered. It took all of her resolve not to slump forward.

She came at once, juices flowing over the toy as muscles snapped down over it as if they could keep it lodged inside her. Each lash to her ass caused her to loosen her grip on reflex. It became a never ending battle with her gripping it then relaxing.

Try as she might she couldn't get the toy to cum. Her Mistress had the added benefit of knowing just what she liked. Already primed well before hand the combination of that toy and whip did numbers on her. She was reduced to putty like so many times before.

“OH YES! FUCK ME MISTRESS!” She cried out trying to hold herself together as she was thoroughly ravished to her wits end before a watching audience. Daphnee tried her best to remain upright but began to sag forward. Without her arms it was tough righting herself with each jolting thrust inside her that practically forced her forward.

If not for her being jerked back by those ropes Daphnee would fall forward gradually enough that she didn't slam into the floor face first. Her breasts pushed into the floor, her ass stuck up high for easier access Daphnee was at her Mistress' mercy.

The Prefect's bound wrists and forearms were like a handle or reins for the Head Girl to hold onto. She kept a tight grip with one hand, gritting her teeth as she yanked Daphnee back to keep her off the floor. Hips bucked forward while pulling Daphnee back, grinding the strap on as deep as it would go into those tenderized depths. Tightening those muscles only added to the friction though the spasms and aftershocks of yet another orgasm stole much control away from the student's lovely form.

The secretary attire was sticking to Daphnee's bound form. The ropes ground the damp fabric against her heated skin while her exposed ass was still being punished by the firm whipping by Vera's hand. Eventually, fatigue won out as the Head Girl's grip began to slip. She pulled out of the still trembling flower and allowed her pet's disheveled form to slump onto the floor.

Vera discarded the whip and removed the strap on. Taking slow deep breaths, the silver haired woman grabbed two fresh vibrators and stuffed them into Daphnee's ass and sex, resuming the endless torture at the highest setting. While the dildos wiggled and hummed wildly, Vera rolled the Prefect onto her back. Daphnee felt her Mistress's heated sex pressed to her face as those silky smooth thighs smothered the woman once more. While the toys or visages of men ravaged her lower half, the Head Girl claimed the drugged woman's face and lips for herself. A hand held tightly to Daphnee's hair while the other groped and fondled the Asian beauty's own breast.

Pressure grew at her arms and wrists as Daphnee was jerked back on more than one occasion. That dildo surging within her core only building up that growing intensity. Muscles gripped that strap-on but where unable to keep it lodged within those churned up depths.

The squelch it made as it pressed inside her rang out in her ears combining with the sea of moans that left her throat hoarse. Her Mistress gave her what she needed. For that moment there was a reprieve in the others other than gropes and pulls.

“Good gawd!” She gasped. The snap of that wipe adding to the cacophony of sounds. Her ass stung growing from a shade of pink to a crimson red. Those lashes spread out over her ass cheek while she battled a series of orgasms that quaked her to the core.

Her arm fatigued Vera let her slump to the floor where she quivered. That toy leaving her with a brief moment of emptiness. Then like a pack of beasts waiting for their alpha to finish devouring their latest kill the men returned. Two filled her while another shifted her onto her back.

Her arms were behind her back aching in discomfort. Her attire disheveled. “Uhhh!!!” Her back arched up to alleviate some pressure off of her arms only to rise up to find her face pressing up against that incredible sex. Daphnee had been aware of the movement shifting above her and unless there were women sitting on this board it just had to be her Mistress.

Her lips sealed over that sex first sucking then teasing along that labia. Rewarded by that sweet taste their was no doubt that her Mistress sat atop her. That only encouraged her. Her tongue springing into action as she used what she had learned she didn't need sight to guide her.

See envisioned a board room of men all cowing down to her Mistress. That was easy to see. Right now her Mistress riding her face while two others partook of her. She was a mess of moans downed out by that succulent pussy above her.

As exhausted as she was Daphnee had been spurned on. Not wanting to disappoint her Mistress. She didn't want to give up. Though that additional stimuli threw her off her game a little. Each time a shock wave hit her Daphnee found that her own squeal of delight caused her to loose that rhythm she had forcing her to begin anew.

She was a mess on the floor. The two men always rotating out. Neither had the staying power of her Mistress. That or the constant stop-go was teasing her more than forcing Vera beyond that brink. Still she did her best under the circumstances to please her Mistress. Those juices her ultimate reward which she attempted to procure even as her limbs ached. Her holes blossoming in delight as those vibrators continued to work her over.

Again she cried out in delight. This time as her muscles closed about those vibrators she altered her tact. Picking up speed in hopes that a faster pace could get her Mistress off before she was once again interrupted by her own passions.

Feeling Vera on her face caused those emotions to flare anew. The Prefect eagerly feasted on the Head Girl's nethers. Any attempts to focus were scrambled by the rapidly humming dildos. They thrust and wagged wildly, the flexible rods sawing and grinding against one velvet wall then the other. When they collided through the walls of both sex and anus, the vibrations joined together and shot through the student's core.

The Prefect desperately tried to bring her owner to bliss. But, Vera was never one to play fair. The cocks inside Daphnee did not care about her wants or desires and continued to plow through those shuddering depths and quivering ass. A cruel smirk spread across Vera's face as she released her tit and reached back to torment that swollen and oh so tender clit. Every muffled moan, squeal, and plea only goaded the Head Girl to continue her precise attack. She pinched and flicked the vulnerable pearl before rubbing vigorously.

When the inevitable climax came, Vera yanked on the ropes a final time, jamming the vibrators as deep as they could go as the vibrations rippled through the woman's orgasm. Hips ground against Daphnee's face as the twitching and spasming woman was soon rewarded with Vera's love juices. Vera sat until her orgasm passed before rising to her feet. She admired the state her fallen pet was in. Crumpled at her feet, the silver haired woman just loved having her belongings destroyed and rebuilt by her hand. From how Daphnee behaved, perhaps the Prefect loved this part of her job.

Sex toys were removed and ropes were untied. A firm grip on Daphnee's purple hair led the blind woman towards a tall mirror. There, the blindfold was removed. The Prefect was left on her knees, secretary attire open and revealing those lovely glistening orbs. Vera was barefoot but her uniform was back on as she continued to hold the woman by the hair. She kept Daphnee's eyes towards the mirror whether the woman was conscious or not.

"What a mess," Vera stated, "You must truly love this side of you. What do you see, I wonder..."

There was no fair play to be found as her Mistress rode her face. Those cocks still pumping into her with no end outside of the little edits her mind made with people switching in and out. Some came almost straight away, others took much longer. Daphnee's mind processed the ordeal in such a way that it all seemed fluid.

So many dicks having their way with her. So many hands groping her. She screamed out feeling the touch of a finger against her clit. Her body jolting as if it were just electrocuted as an orgasm slammed against her almost at once. There was no mistake to her as to who was touching her now. She felt that soft finger before, that fingernail applying just enough pressure making her aware on a subconscious level that it had grown longer than normal. True one of the males could have neglected to cut their nails down but she doubted that.

Almost frantic now her mouth and tongue worked in their feeble attempt to get her Mistress off. It was more the situation than technique that did it this time around as her Mistress savored having her in such a state. Still getting that rich reward didn't cum easy.

She lost count of the number of times that she came or that this dicks spilled their seed on her or into her. Tasting those juices caused her to release a final time leaving her a mess on the floor as the pair of shafts bottomed out inside her at the same time. Filling her as if in sync with her. Gradually they were drawn away and the touch faded.

Drawn up by her Mistress she staggered on weak legs in the direction she was lead. Her eyes squinting from the light after enduring all that darkness. Daphnee could see the reflection of her bare foot Mistress behind her but that wasn't all.

Men were still getting dressed. A pair even hi-fived themselves. From what she saw there was a variety. Short, thin, tall, fat, most looked to be middle aged and older. While she did not look away from the mirror she saw that the bulk were filing into another room.

When she heard her Mistress speak Daphnee sported a smile. Her eyes seemed distant and far away. Yet she saw all that she had imagined and more. Her clothes were askew. Her hair a mess and cum had been smeared all over every exposed spot of her body and ruined her clothes in others.

She touched her wet lips still tasting Vera upon them. Her Mistress' statement getting an answer even if it wasn't expected the drugs processed those words as a question.

“So much cum. It's everywhere. Even in my hair. My clothes are ruined. But I got a new favorite lip gloss Mistress.” Again she touched those glistening lips. She didn't look away from her image but she asked a question of her own.

“Did you think that the board approved Mistress?”

The dilated pupils in Daphnee's eyes revealed the drug still in effect. Was it just a powerful aphrodisiac or was there more? If it was something from NICE, Vera would have to report on the effects. Whether by the drug or just eagerness to keep the fantasy alive, the Prefect was still playing her role. The question the dazed woman said held a few meanings for the Head Girl. There was no doubts in the answer though.

"I am certain the board is very pleased with your progress, my pet," Vera answered, "Continue to fall into your true calling and they will no doubt call for your services again and again..."

Vera released Daphnee's hair, letting the woman either steady herself or fall over. "Now, you have a mess to clean up," the Head Girl stated coldly, "Finish quick enough and you may join me in the shower. Do not miss a single spot or I will make you start all over." Whether Daphnee was slumped on the floor or sitting upright mattered little. The silver haired woman gave her commands and left Daphnee before the mirror. Numerous sex toys and rope were on the floor along with glistening puddles of a mix of sweat and love juices. If the drug was still influencing the Prefect, the purple haired woman may see even more fluids staining the floor thanks to those vile men that ravaged her moments ago.

The Head Girl would unbutton her blouse as she headed for the bathroom connected to the bedroom. Soon, her entire uniform and undergarments were shed. The nude beauty shown clearly in the bathroom mirror as Vera prepared herself a nice hot shower to cleanse herself of night's events. Her body ached in many good ways. Thoroughly breaking down a pet can be rather good exercise as various muscles burned from her vigorous efforts. It was unknown how long the drug would influence Daphnee's mind. But as long as the Prefect continued to obey and complete her duties, it was of little concern.

Vera hummed softly to herself as she let the hot water soak into her long silver hair. Sighing softly, she began washing her glistening body while her pet worked to clean up the mess that was made in the main room.

When released she dropped to her knees before the mirror. Daphnee was breathing heavily the drugs still influencing her. “Yes Mistress.” The room appeared messier than it actually was. Now that she could actually see it she witnessed the combination between the real and imagined.

Papers were strewn all over along with juices and cum. So much cum …

Things didn't look right in this illusionary world. Subconsciously her mind filled out things that she would expect to see in an office or board room. Yet part of her realized where she was. She was able to navigate her surroundings retrieving cleaning supplies.

Instinctually she remembered where they were stored taking a bit longer to clean up then necessary. Part of that was collecting and gathering those papers and mopping up cum that wasn't there. Then having to redo a few spots were she dripped cum off her body or rather imagined it.

The toys were gathered up though it took her some time to get back to the bedroom and place them back in the box. The layout of the place was different. She didn't recognize the room as the bedroom she was familiar with. Rather it seemed to be a suite adjoining to the office itself.

Guided by sound she made her way through the familiar/unfamiliar setting. Collecting discarded clothes made her heart pound. She felt the heat from the shower and saw her Mistress' silhouette. The bathroom appeared bigger in her mind. The hamper was where she remembered it and she filled it with the clothes she collected and stripped off those that had been soiled. The clothes stored away in that hamper for now she slid open the glass door leading into that hot shower.

Mist surrounded that succulent form like a second skin. She stepped inside pulling the door shut behind her. The steam concealing and accentuating that perfect form before her. “Mistress. Everything is clean … well near everything ...”

Her eyes dipped as she took up a wash cloth adding some soap. Her eyes lingered on those wet locks knowing that it would take forever to treat and wash. Not that she minded in the least. “May I?” She glanced to the cloth then would proceed if allowed starting with Vera's back and shoulders working on a combination of washing and massaging at the same time.