Wraith smiles through Elisia and pulls Narrisa's arms away from her chest. "Now now, you are not allowed to cover up. I think you need a few more swats for that." He picks up the ruler again and holds up her legs before giving her ass a good hit.

Narrisa squeals, bucking up on the desk, trying to escape the swats as the woman held her wrist away from her use. Not that she needed to use much strength. It was like an outterbody experience. She could see the danger in front of her and where she was in, but her body refused to respond in the way that she needed to to get away or fight back.

"No!" she screamed, the lower waves of her climax intensifying the sensation on her ass, her round and smooth bottom still glowing from earlier, a red apple bottom tint adorning her ass, thanks to Wraith's personal touch. She gasped as the swats ended, her body slumping weakly against the desk, the ruler coated with her juices, where it had dripped from her cunt to her bottom with gravity

Wraith gives his worn out victim a few more swats then looks over the ruler. "Look at this ruler, it's filthy with your juices. And you still don't believe you're a pain slut? How truly pathetic." He runs Elisia's hand over Narrisa sore and red bottom as her legs are still help up. "The only thing worse than being a pain slut, is a pain slut pretending to be a good girl, like what you're doing. The only one here are you and me, so you might just as well stop the charade and embraced your true calling."

She whimpers, eyes squinting out to see the evidence of her body, the proof of her crime. "No . . . Please," she begs as she pants, moaning in pleasure as Elisia's soft hands run over her bottom soothingly, needing that, wanting it. Ite felt so much better, so comforting as she relaxed her legs, no longer straining against the student's hold. "Please . . .Please don't me . . .a .. pain slut," she whimpers, consumed by the wonderful sensation of the soothing finger tips.

The fact that it was only them made her that much more fearful, feeling herself unfurl in this laxed moment of activity, allowing her mind to reflect and find all the truth in it. "Please . . .No. Do anything to me. Don't make me do that, though, please," she sniffs, her pussy clenching over nothing, gasping as she tries to cool off as quickly as she could.

"You don't really have a choice. And if you don't do as I say, we'll just keep this going until you pass out, then we'll practice more in your dreams. Just like last time..." Wraith again teases her cunt by running the girl's fingertips over it lightly, knowing it was still aching for more. They then rub on her clit before pinching it.

Narrisa screamed again, her body brought back up for another orgasm. But how was she supposed to even comply if she kept being driven to her wits end? She gasped, feeling sleep taking her over. Then she realized. There was no winning as this third or so orgasm pulled her towards the unconscious part of her mind, her body slipping away from her conscious. She was passing out.

The pinch pulled her back up, teasing her, making her yank back suddenly before she totally lost it as she gasped, panting hot air into her lungs.

"Tch, clinging to pride when you don't even deserve to hold yourself so high. Foolish slut." Wraith leaves the other student's body letting it collapse then enters Narrisa's mind as she slips into unconsciousness. "Let's see what's going through her mind right now. Maybe she's already dreaming of being paddled and whipped." He says to himself chuckling as he gazes into her dreams.

Narrisa finds herself filled, suddenly, consumed in the last flickers of consciousness. Her mind reels, spins as she falls against the desk without another movement from her limbs.

An image of her is trapped somewhere, in a room, much like that of a dungeon. It's where the last image he had controlled that she finds herself in, 'waking up' to find herself nude still, the torches, the bars. She's afraid to look around. If she does, she knows her mind will fill in the blanks of what's in this dungeon. She forced herself to close her eyes, trying to pinch herself.

"No! I slipped . . . Come on, come on, wake up," she chides herself, her body, she finds fearfully, entirely healed from its endurance test it just took. And now, here was round two, her body revitalized . . . And herself caught on his homefront, not her own.

The large wooden door to the room opens and in walks "Kanoe" holding a whip in her hands and grinning at Narrisa. "So my slut, are we ready to begin your training?" She pulls Narrisa over to some chains hanging from the ceiling and restrains her arms up. She then takes a bar and chains that to her ankles keep them separated a couple of feet to further restrict Narrisa's movement. Her hand reaches around pinching one of her nipples before she takes a step back picking up the whip again. Without warning, the fake Kanoe lashes across Narrisa's back.

NArrisa's eyes widen, lifting up to the door.


Her first mistake.

The sight of her mistress is like a punch to the gut. No, she had to remind herself that this wasn't Kanoe. "Wraith . . . Please, don't do this," she gulps, her body following its orders under the woman's touch. She couldn't fight this, couldn't stop herself as Wraith uses the inner submissiveness to Kanoe against her, knowing she was powerless to stop this. No . . . If she was going to win this . . . She was going to have to start treating this dream as reality.

"Kanoe! Please, don't do this! You wouldn't do this in real life! I'm your pet, not your slut. Your apprentice!" she tried to reason to the dream Kanoe, seeing if her rationale would have any influence over the woman's actions. Her body still movesin accordance of obedience, in accordance of knowing it loves its submission, her darkest desires pulled like a marionnette against her will. "Please, oh no. Not that!" All it takes is for the dream Kanoe to pinch her nipples, sending a hiss between her lips, and her rings suddenly appear. Not a physical, but gold, ethereal rings suddenly adorn her chocolate nipples, like little kiss candies, making them stand to attention.

Every time Kanoe touched them, it would always have the rings there, as ordered, as Narrisa obeyed, never letting her mistress down . . .They intensify her feelings and . . and --

"NO!" she screams at herself, stopping her train of memories. There was no telling if her thoughts ran amuck of how much more damage she would do to herself in here, and with Wraith, how much more reign it would give to him over her.

The crack sends her jolting, the sting making her tear up. No, she knew she wasn't a masochist. A spank whore, but . .this . . .It was driving her to want to stop fighting and get it over with. To stop resisting, and to submit fully was slowly peeking into her mind as an option.

The Kanoe doppleganger giggles watching Narrisa reaction to the first hit and gives her another. "I know you're a pain slut, yet you keep denying that you are one. I will not stand for you lying to me, or yourself. You will submit and be the pain slut you truly are." She says sternly lashing her a third time. The whip wasn't leaving any open wounds, just red welts that stung horribly. She even gives her one across her ass.

Another scream is offered to Wraith, her body jumping as the chains rattle above her, scraping against the dungeon stone wall in her erratic response. The second nearly makes her legs buckle, her ass jiggling in full view. Everything was open to him, her the way her muscles tensed up, the way her ass finally settled, her hair in its long curtain behind her.

He'd see how beautitful those red lashes painted her body, like lust manisfested on her skin as she shuddered in pain, her body sweating under the combination of the lashes and the heat in the room. Even the air was filled with the flame's heat, further saturating it in the scent of her cum, an unavoidable aroma.

She decides that's enough lashing and switches over to a paddle with holes in it, holding it out in front of Narrisa and smiling. "Remember this little toy? It's one of your favorites isn't it? Oh, almost forgot something else..." The fake Kanoe takes out some nipple clamps and attaches them to Narrisa's breasts, giving them a couple of tugs. "There we go. Now you're ready." She step behind her again and swats her ass with the paddle.

She whimpers, crying as her knees cave, her legs still parted further. Her hair clings to her body with the warm sweat, the sheen glistening over her entire body, exentuating each curve and dip of her body to Wraith's delight. She gasps as she hangs off of the chains, but the manacle holds her steady, not giving at all and keeping taut, keeping her ready for more. She looks off the side, seeing the familiar prop as she shivers. She looks at the Kanoe in front of her weakly, mind slowly turning to mush.

She moans at the clamps, gasping as her body is sent into tremors. The rings on her nipples weren't 'life' like, but they still felt just as real as any clamp. Her nipples ached at the sudden pressure, making her cringe. "YEs, mistress," she said weakly, the pain blinding her to the situation momentarily. She gasps on the tug, whimpering on the second before she's given relief.

The first swat made her yelp, her breast swaying with the clamp, making it that much more mind numbing.

"Mmm sounds like your willpower has weakened considerably. Soon you'll be mine, body, mind, and soul." She says swatting her again. The welts that were already there making the spanking even more painful to Narrisa, and "Kanoe" shows no signs of going easy on her. "You like when your mistress spanks you, don't you my pain slut?"