He feels your mouth goes slack and slaps you upside your head as he forces his cock deeper into you mouth and doing all the pumping. “Don’t think by not making me cum will make me not want to cut your face up, in fact it would be worse for you if you don’t make me cum you bitch.” he tells you as he twist your nipple and puts an alligator clip on your other nipple the teeth of it bitting into your fleshy nub. “You like the pain don’t you, one of your girlfriends told me how your dad used to whip your feet, I bet you enjoyed that didn’t you.” his cock begins to pulsate a sure sign he was getting close as he kept fucking your mouth with his shaft.

My mind linked to Cala and Vera I knew what thoughts was running throw there heads, I had smiled when I heard the thoughts from Cala “After im done with Cala I think she will lose that fetish of wanting to be a porn star. The Headmaster seems to be getting displeased with that aspect of Cala always talking about being a porn star, it seems he rather she be more submissive but with the sexual drive she already has.” I tell Vera. I knew what was happening in the chamber and was just stalling Vera, one I was waiting for that boy I created to cum so I could look like the hero to Cala and two I was enjoying being so close to this beauty I was near, her body was very pleasing to the eye and her mind was very fascinating to dive into. I wonder what kind of plans she had with this girl Cala so I dived in further into her mind to see exactly what she wanted with this girl, I doubt she knew what fate was to become her when she finished this school.

Her reasons and intentions with the Arab woman were varied. Cala was her responsibility due to being assigned to her for orientation. Despite the obvious rebellious attitude and crude language, the new student had a great deal of potential. Being able to do several hours worth of classes in one semester and still maintain her grade was something worthy of note. But it was all just to get out of school and get back to a career as a porn star. Not only was that a waste but Vera was certain it would fail especially with how reluctant this woman was. Perhaps there was a chance of getting an understanding studio but most do not want picky stars.

With that amount of energy and effort, if it were directed at other tasks Cala could be alot more useful. Should she be successful in reforming this student, Vera would then have a potential Prefect available to her. It was all just a matter of keeping the woman under control and to stop trying to be between the thighs of every student on campus. Just a little restraint would make the Arab all the more appealing to the Head Girl. But as of right now, she was nothing more than a brat. An attractive brat but a brat nonetheless.

"We shall see," Vera replied calmly, "As long as she is not constantly flaunting herself to every student then I will consider the punishment successful. She cannot do the tasks I ask of her if she is too busy falling in love with every student in this school. Anything else is just a bonus for the creatures on this island and the Headmaster. If she still continues on her path then she will find out her role will be for a much more monsterous audience."

My head snapped back under the powerful blow. Stars spun in my eyes as the fear once more took hold of my body and tightened it to the point that the same things that had become pleasurable were once more painful.

I felt the slow burn along my cheek…felt the pain lance through my nipple and into my breast. Tied up I could do nothing about it…could not dislodge the steal jaws that bit into the sensitive flesh and drew the faintest trickle of blood. IN the haze of pain it dawned on me that this boy could care less about what I felt. He was a psycho, a shit head that got off on inflicting pain and taking what was not his to take.

Gagging once more as he thrust himself in and held still while deep inside my throat I fought to breath. A thick wade of mucus came up as he slipped himself back out. Spittle clung to his throbbing dick and oozed down its length to fall upon my upturned nose and run along my cheeks to my eyes. Managing only a single breath before he entered my mouth I tried to pleasure him if only to be able to breathe again.

I was awash in pain and misery. No longer did the heat flare within. No longer did I feel as if I would soon burst for joy. I was nothing but a thing…a vessel…a whore for this bully to use. Had I been free I would have kicked him in the balls. If I did get free I would do it anyway.

His taste changed ever so slightly. A thick salty glob upon my tongue as he brought himself out and I sucked hard, my cheeks collapsed inwardly upon his rigid now pulsing shaft. Close…he was real close…shit….but I needed to breath. Already I felt light headed. A gasp…a thrust…my throat about to burst as his pecker twitches like its about to give birth. I hope….oh how I hope this is it.

The boy groans as his seed leaks from his cock, soon it explodes into your mouth he shoots about half of his cum in your mouth as he pulls it out and shoots the rest on your face, neck and chest. He milks the rest of his seed on your lips as he moans his pleasure and shakes the last of his seed out on you. “That felt great you dirty whore now how about a hair cut, I think you look better if you had short hair like that of your heritage, Egyptian was it? Or Arabic?” he ask you as he finds a pair of scissors and starts to cut your hair.

Within minutes your long lovely hair is gone, replaced with the new hair style. “Perfect, would you like a look at your new hair style?” he finds a mirror and shows you the new cut, looking into the mirror its like looking at some one else with your own face covered in cum. He puts the mirror down and finds a straight edge razor and places it next to your cheek. The cold steel not cutting in yet but he tells you. “Now bitch feel the pain you made me feel.” he tells you.

I nod my head. “Yes I can understand that, but I believe she does it to defy her father and it became a habit for her, im guessing her father knew of her activities and the reason he had forced her here by tricking her making her think the plane she was getting on was a ticket to porndom.” The time had come for me to leave the puppet had done his job and even given Cala a haircut.
“I can’t guarantee that she wont try and have her way with other students but love is a factor that can’t be controlled, in fact I think she feels that towards you Vera, so I can’t say that’s to bad. It would make manipulating her some what easy to do.” I tell her and look at her. “Ill see you there Vera.” I nod to her and disappear before her.

I return to where the door to Cala tormenter was about to cut her face as I had planned, I open the door to see him and shout at him. “No! Don’t!.” at that moment time for Cala seems to slow down as I cross the distant between the boy and myself, my palm open I hit the boy dead in the chest and in slow motion he flies across the room to hit the wall behind him. The boy crumples in a heap and I remove the alligator clip from her nipple and suck on it for a second the tiny teeth mark disappears and a wave of pleasure rushes from that spot to the rest of your body. The pounding of your heart thumping in your ears as time seems to return once more. “Cala are you ok? I think maybe you had enough of playing porn star don’t you think?” I ask her and start to unstraps her wrists and ankles. I pull Cala into my arms warm and gentle as my hand strokes her short hair. “It’s ok Cala your safe now.” I tell her as I let her go knowing she had in her mind at kicking the boy balls in.

"Hmph.." There were better ways to defy one's parents. Vera's own parents sent her away due to her successfully run business and she was becoming a threat to their's. It was annoying but she will fight back in her own way, taking advantage of what this school can provide her. Cala did none of that, she merely started throwing her body at whoever would take her to defy her father. It was foolish in Vera's mind.

The monster had disappeared, returning to basement to finish today's lesson. He was probably taking advantage of the ten minute wait to speak to her. At least her clothes remained on after the encounter.

Sighing softly, Vera left her room and the tower to head for the basement. Her footsteps echo on the familar concrete floor as she navigated the dark maze as if she knew the place by heart. She had taken more students than she cared to mention down here. Though it was disturbing, she could not deny the wonderful rush it felt to be in control and dominating over another person. It only made her wonder what will be left of poor Cala when she finally reaches her.

Not bothering to knock, the Head Girl pushed open the door and entered the chamber. Cala looked like a different woman now. She did not bother to ask what Calidare did to this student.

Warm thick disgusting syrup erupted in my mouth and coated the back of my throat. Fighting down the rising bile I spat and gurgled till it spilled upwards on my upside down face. The pink flesh hung above my mouth spurting like a soap dispenser. Yet instead of making me feel clean it made me feel dirty and unclean as a pig. It was one thing to cum in me…quite the other to purposely spread your seed upon my face till I had to close my eyes to the sensation of sticky wet goo upon my lashes.

I found no pleasure, even less as I recoiled in terror to the snapping of the scissors. I could feel the dull blades tug at my hair threatening to pull it from my scalp. As an American I did not think of my heritage till I had been forced to live it here. I wanted nothing more than to be rid of it and yet it kept coming back to haunt me. As if I might never be able to rid myself of what I was. Much like my Arabic studies teacher who had it all wrong so did this boy.

The girl in front of the mirror was not me. The bangs…the cut of the hair…the puffy tear strewn face covered in angry streaks of white goo. I felt like I’d been hit in the gut, been told I was pregnant and thrown from a moving car. But most of all I wanted to scream I was not Egyptian and he had no right. As the knife blade twisted against my skin I knew I had no rights. I knew I had no way to scream amidst the terror of the night.

The streak of white was unanticipated. The punch..the words…I trembled from head to toe as He took me in his arms. I smelled the man…the musk as I buried my head in that familiar chest. A chest that if not for the punch would not have earned the right to hold me so.

Once more I shuddered as the tears began to roll down my stained cheeks. The arms loosen and I am torn. Torn between staying in them or running from them. I choose the middle ground and slip from his grip unsure of the ability to trust one that has so recently taken advantage of me. Shuffling backwards I edge for the door….

“Please…let me go.”

“Please... Let me go.” her sweet voice had asked of me, I smiled at her. “I have already done that Cala, but please take this as a form of forgiveness towards me.” I tell her as I clap my hands together and they begin to glow white, I open them my palms facing her like I was pushing air at her. From my palms millions of stars float over to you as they wrap around your neck, tickling and sending a pleasant feeling throw your body as they condense around your neck forming what looks to be a necklace, the chain made of gold and the pendent on it looks like an Angel forming made of emerald the wings of diamond and a ruby loin cloth that covers his manhood like an Egyptian loin cloth that hangs down to his knees, a sword behind the Angel point down the hilt at the end points opposite directions, the sword looks like its made from White Fire Opal and behind that on either side of the sword the theater masks one made from what looks like Moonstone and the other face looks to be made from Obsidian, all are solid form as if it was created naturally the gold chain as no clasp you can feel or see and its warm to the touch as the pendant dangles between your cleavage.

“Just know this Cala, it wasn’t my intentions to cause you pain but was...” I fall to my knee as the inhibitors rack my mind and body with pain the room begins to spin as I force myself back to my feet, my jaw clinched as I speak throw my teeth, my eyes glowing a deep blue over green eyes. “Now Cala please leave as you had wished to from the start.” I tell her my hand holding onto the table she was strapped to as the sound of wood crackles from the tight grip I had on it. The door swings open to reveal Vera as the person to have open it.

I see Vera and tell her throw my teeth “Vera would you please escort Cala to where she needs to be would you?” the veins on my forehead popping out from myself forcing to remain in control of my sexual desires that was being manipulated by the devices on this island. I look over where the boy is crumpled barely awake but moaning in pain and look back at Cala. “If you like before you leave Cala you can punish him for what he did to your lovely long hair.” I gritted my teeth, I was taking a big chance by allowing her to stay longer in my presents but I was sure I could hold out long enough to let her some satisfaction for what the boy had done to her.

Backing up I reached the open door and what I hoped was my savior and freedom. I had real doubts that Vera would have let things go this far had she known. The cold touch of steel still touched my cheek like a phantom refusing to go away.

The bravado I had felt upon entering this room not so long ago had left me. I wanted no more of men and their evil ways. Not a cell in my body stirred in desire, it having been beaten out of me I the last few moments. For now I wanted to be someplace safe…warm…and clean.

With my now free hand I scrapped the worst of the muck from my face and then pulled my haed girl close, wrapping my arms about her and slipping around her back as if she alone might protect me from the evil of this room.

“Help me” the whisper horse from previous screams as I kept one eye upon the men of the room and buried the rest of my face in her clean familiar hair. I might be in trouble for getting cum on her clothing but I knew that her punishment for such a transgression if there was one to be had would be far less than what I had endured in the hands of these men. Men that were supposed to be a gift.

“they…they hurt me…made me…made me…..” and I could go no further but tremble behind my savior while I held her tight within my arms like some lost little girl might cling to mom on a stormy scary night.

Cala did not seem to notice the strange necklace that formed from Calidare's power. The student was much too afraid to care about anything else besides leaving. Vera did not pull away when the soiled woman suddenly latched on to her. The student was no longer had that annoying level of confidence that everything would go her way. She could feel the fear radiating from the woman's aura and voice as she begged for help.

Vera gently patted the woman's head as she stared at Calidare. Her eyes narrowed as the being seemed to be changing. As much as the request annoyed her coming from a monster, she saw it was best to leave now.

"It's ok," she said softly, "Lets get you cleaned up." The Head Girl guided Cala to the door. She closed the door behind her, a weak barrier to put between them and the monster inside. Vera tried to pry the woman's arms off of her. She would offer a hand to clasp onto as they begin the long walk back to the tower.

"There are people at the labs that may be able to restore your hair back to what it was," she said calmly. But beyond that, Vera said very little as they walked. The day's punishments were over and there did not seem to be much left of poor Cala. Were there going to be more days of this? It was difficult to believe this student could take much more.

Swiping her card, they finally arrive at Vera's room. She lets the woman enter before closing the door. "You may use the shower. Your uniform is hanging on the other side of the door. Do not take too long.." Sighing softly, she removed her jacket as she focused on cleaning up whatever Cala's clinging may have left on her clothes and hair.

We walked...a blur for me even as I felt the breeze upon the back of my neck and my air tickled only the front of my shoulders. A small vanity perhaps, only married women got their hair cut...mine had never before been cut.

The shiver took me while I waited for the lights to change at her door. Safe....safe and warm again. The breath hissed between my teeth as the door opened and together we entered.

I did not want to be alone and yet I did as I was told. The warm water cascading over my abused body. I washed. Then washed again as the dirt clung to my skin. Even then i could feel his seed upon me. Scrubbing harder I went a third time while some of the pleasure of the night seeped in with the terror.

The bar of soap clattered about the shower stall as it left my hand in disgust. Bottles....shampoo, conditioner, body splash found their way to the floor as well. The necklace was next, a thing I would not have upon my neck any longer the weight of it a constant reminder of the night of abuse heaped upon me by men. Regretting the desire and pleasure I had felt at the mad mans hands I took it out on the only things available till I collapsed on the shower floor the hot water drumming on my head and running down my face.

Sputtering I finally got up from the hard tiles. Worked my way up till I stood once more and washed away the last of his scent. Lavender and roses filled the hot steamy air when I finally stepped from the shower and into the large bathroom. Putting the towel around my torso I walked out into the bedroom and then the study a trail of wet foot prints and falling droplets behind me.

"Vera....please...can I stay...I....I'm scared...lonely...please." wondering if she would cast me out. Yet she had arranged this reward gone so terribly wrong and I had no desire to be alone tonight. I wanted my mom...strange as it may have seemed even to me. Still, that was not going to happen, so ...so Vera would have to do as a big sister I supposed.

The troublesome student had grown more compliant from that short encounter with the basement. She could feel the reluctance but Cala obeyed and entered her bathroom. With the sound of the shower running and steam flowing from the still open door, Vera began to briefly type at her computer.

Fear continued to radiate from where Cala was as she continued to create a mess with all her soaps and shampoos. The sounds fade but the feeling of fear showed that the student was still awake at least. Vera continued with her work until the sound of wet footsteps brought her eyes to the approaching woman.

Calidare did mention that she would be left to be pick up the pieces. Despite how much she was hated, this woman was willing to stay with anyone at the moment. Sighing softly, the Head Girl rose to her feet. "At least dry yourself off," she replied, "But I suppose it is fine for you to stay here for a night after such an incident. It is not like you would go back even if I told you to anyway."

She walked to her closet, pulling out a long white silk nightgown. "Dry yourself off and clean up your mess. I intend on using the shower after you. And I expect you to keep quiet about your stay here. I prefer not to have every student think they are allowed to this." She added calmly.

Vera grabbed a towel for herself. When Cala does what was ordered of her, the Head Girl will begin to shed her own uniform and wrap a towel around herself. Once ready, she will step into the bathroom to clean off the day's events from her body.

Vera was putting herself out for me! I did not want to be a burden so I immediately went to work tidying up the shower for her…cleaning up the puddles of water upon the tiles. Working fast and hard amazed at the offer … no, the concession she had made for just me. Vibrating with relief the job was done in now time allowing her to use her bathroom in peace.

Vowing to be as small an issue as possible I slipped on the white silk feeling it cling to my curves. Perhaps a little big on me…Vera was taller…and well better proportioned up top than I. But that was nothing, not in the greater scheme of things. I …I dared to think I might have a friend. Someone to keep me feeling safe tonight and that would be worth far more than any other concession I might wring from her.

As I turned back the sheets and crawled between them I heard the running water and …and I think a voice singing some ditty. Not that I could make out the words…but it seemed wonderful and caring…and in the safety of her warm soft nest the day’s events finally caught up with me.

When she finished I had no idea…for sleep had come long before to my abused body…….

Cala was back in the bathroom in a flash, frantically cleaning up whatever mess was left behind. The student was easy to please. The Arab's aura seemed to visibly brighten when she allowed her to stay in the suite for tonight. By the time Vera had entered, there was only the light sheen of steam to show that Cala had ever used the shower. A pity she could not get this level of obedience before having to resort to such cruel punishments.

Vera was given her privacy as she removed her towel and stepped into the shower. A soft sigh left her lips as the warm waters cascade down her pale body and soak into her silver hair. She took her time, methodically cleaning out any cum stuck to her from Cala's clinging. Though always busy with work, this day was at least not as difficult for the Head Girl as it was for the young freshman.

With Cala's current state, she could only wonder how long it will last. She was a Head Girl and was involved with dealing with some of the monsters as well as punishing the students in the school. Vera was certain that if another student was nearby or if a different student had opened that basement door that the Arab woman would be spending the night somewhere else.

It did not matter, she thought to herself as she finally turned off the shower. Vera slipped on her own nightgown and stepping out of the bathroom could see the lump where Cala layed in her bed. Smiling faintly, she turned off the lights and slipped under the covers. The Arab was already fast asleep as another warm body joined her in her slumber.

I was glad they had left when they did, for an instant I could see on Vera aura and mind that she wanted to refuse but as quick as it came she took the course I had hoped she would. I had collapsed to the floor my cheek cooled by the hard stone, the room slowly stopped spinning as the pain subsided my link to the two girls was still in place and I could tell from the way there mind had switched brain waves they had enter into the realm of dreams.

I had enter both of there dreams and united them together so they would share the same dream, I could tell it would be some what a problem with Vera as she seemed to have this uncanny ability to know if there was something off so she would mostly be there to witness what was going on in Cala dreams though I was sure I could encourage her to participate in the activities that was bound to come up.

I was determined to make the event Cala had experience to always be a reminder like most of my gifts to the girls I was force to take I gave them the necklace always different but always the same the necklace would not be able to remove but if it was taken away from them by another it would return to them within the hour and it was unbreakable.

Creating the surrounding of the dream I had it appear as a beautiful Egyptian Queen palace bath house, around the bath was beautiful girls in harem outfits that left little for the imagination Vera was dressed like a Queen on a bed like throne near the bath pool as Cala was dressed in what appeared a mixture of a princess and slave outfit, there was very hansom men all about as they waved the feather fans giving a cool breeze to Vera and Cala that was near the pool.

The exhaustion of the day left my body to rest and my mind to wander. Warmth permeated the air about me, the hot sun beating the ground and sending a shimmer along the placid waters of the pool. Feathers wavered to and fro, propelled by strong handsome men, to bring a breeze to the otherwise still air.

Vera lay back as she always did on these days in the hot summer sun. With but her hands she beckoned me to the bed like thrown of gold and silk. Quickly I made my way, knowing I did not want to incur her wraith. Her gestures had my lay upon the bed, her arm know over me…her body beside me. In spite our past her touch was one of caring and concern. I felt it, felt it in my very heart as she slide next to me to hold me close.

For the first time since the incident I felt safe…secure…relaxed. As I gazed out at the men I hoped that all of them were eunuchs…that my queen would ensure that those that waited on her in this place could not harm us in any way. I wanted nothing to do with them now, no matter how lovely their bodies were…no matter how much their musky scent would call to me.

I feared them and feared what I had learned about myself in the hands of one of them. I feared to feel the helplessness and the pleasure I derived from it and the deviant things a porn star might do to make a living. I had enjoyed sex, loved sex….but … but there came a limit when it was forced on you. Even worse was the shame of knowing that pleasure could be forced upon me. I shuddered and pulled her arm closer, moving her hand above my beating heart as if to draw more comfort in my hour of need.