Perched on top of the girls dorm between two gargoyles I notice a rather striking black haired girl with dark olive skin. As I watch her I notice how sexy she was walking getting my interest right away, I smile to myself and link my mind to her as I probe it for interesting thing to pass my boredom. As I was about to dive deeper into her mind I sense an urgent need of me at the N.I.C.E. Labs. I sigh “Who would want me now? Oh that person claiming to be the Head Master of this so called school.” turning invisible so not to be seen, I give my powerful wings a flap and im off in a flash high in the air.

I try and probe the Head Masters mind and suddenly feel my self in pain filled with lust and desires beyond that of what im used to on a daily basis, I start to plummet towards the ground and quickly break my link to the Head Master and the lust and desire returns to the normal settings. I regain just in time to swoop upward giving a gust of wind to blow that girl skirt up showing her panties under neath the skimpy skirt the school enforces the girls here to wear.

Feeling woozy and very much aroused after getting a whiff of that girl scent I make hast to the Lab to see what he wanted from me. “How I hate those devices they have here, if I could find those dam things ill shove them...” I reach the lab and swoop in the area where he normally calls his office, I could of teleported there but rather enjoy a good fly to clear the head. I landed at the window ledge and phase throw the window and step to the front of his desk and become visible to him. “You have need of me?” I ask the Head Master, the room was dark and the light only showed his face from the nose down to his waist he was wearing a suite of dark blue and a red tie, I had the desire to grab it and hang him with it after what he just did, but I figured that was the devises around this place was creating that urge within me.

The Head Master grins at me. “I have need of your special talents, we have this new girl by the name of Cala, I believe you had your eye on her before I summoned you here. You see she going to be one of are future Prefects and much training is in order, I would like it if you helped in her training and you may employ any means necessary within reason of course you know the rules so there no need to explain them to you. Oh and feel free to enjoy yourself with her as im sure you was plotting in the first place.” he told me I clenched my jaw as he had said that. Thinking to myself ‘like I needed his permission’.
The Head Master cleared his throat, I paused and look back at him, I was ready to leave “Vera will be dropping her off to you just contact her with that unique skill you have and let her know where to take her.. You may go now.” he tells me waving his hand at me in a shooing way.

I look over my shoulder at his partial hidden face. “No need just tell Vera to bring her to the basement after her classes, there no reason why she should miss out on being educated in what ever subjects she enrolled in.” I tell him and vanish before his eyes, I fly back to where I was and it appears I had missed the girl I was interested in... Cala, thinking to myself why ask me to help ‘Train her’? This place is as twitted as I am becoming. Though it would prove amusing to toy with that girl some, the brief gimps in her mind had some promise.

Cala was indeed a troublesome one to say the least. The long slit alterations up to the hip on the cultural uniform was already attracting the eyes of others. Though it was enticing to look at, it was a uniform violation. She quickly grew annoyed with how the young Arab would push against the boundaries of the rules. The woman was not even her Prefect but the Headmaster already knew her plans and was bringing forth his displeasure to her. Blast that annoying brat.

It was difficult to punish someone who desires sex and bondage through her usual means. It was unlikely that Cala would even see it as 'punishment' if it was her doing it. The woman no doubt was already hearing some of the rumors of what Head Girls and Prefects do to punish students and it would not be long before that new student tries to tease her about it. No, she did not want to give Cala what she wants.

The Headmaster was not without mercy though. He was kind enough to provide an 'expert' on dealing with troublesome students. This was perfect. She would definitely make the woman regret causing her trouble and it would not even be her dealing the punishment.

Using a minor rule breaking student, she sends the student to deliver a message to Cala's room. It would be signed by her stating that Cala was to head to room 131 after school hours are done. She ensured to have it delivered on a Friday in the morning to let the woman dwell on what her intentions were. But she doubts the stewing will cause much of a rise out of that complacent Arab.

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Vera waited patiently in the empty classroom. The room was dimly lit as she sits on the teacher's desk, her legs crossed. Only when her trainee arrives does she get up, crossing her arms infront of her chest.

"There you are," she said softly, "Your grades have remained impressive as always. Your uniform is a bit too... Revealing with that long of a slit down the sides," she walked slowly around the woman, "But perhaps it was time for you to earn a small reward beyond the your simple fix. You seem to have alot of pent up frustration and I know someone who can help out with that."

She gently presses up against the side of Cala's body. Her fingers lightly traced up and down the woman's arm as she smiled softly. "But, it's a boon that most students do not get and not something others must know. So there will be some... Precautions." She circles behind Cala and wraps a black blindfold around the woman's head. Vera slides her hands up and down the woman's sides as she whispers softly. "Just relax. I know this is just what you always wanted."

Hands grew bolder as they explore over the Arab's body. The layers of fabric are loosened and slowly eased off Cala's shoulders. The weight of the thick uniform causes it to fall at a pile at the woman's feet. Vera guides the woman to step out of the clothes. Her fingers trace along the smooth dark skin of the student's thighs. She always wanted to explore this one more but she had her own duties to attend to. Her hands slide up under the woman's armpits before sliding forward and cupping both the well developed breasts. She kneads the soft flesh for a few minutes, feeling them warm and firm up beneathe her skillful touch.

As her hands slide away, Cala will feel the cool air against her chest. Vera had unclipped the woman's bra and was now removing that. Fingers trace along the edge of the student's panties. Hmm being partially nude was much more thrilling when blind. The Head Girl decided to leave the woman in her panties and socks before whispering softly in her ear.

"Now, follow me," she cooed, taking the woman's hand in hers, "You will be taken good care of." She guides Cala out of the classroom and down the halls. It was late and most were either back in the dorms or attending a night class. They were alone as Vera takes the student to the basement. She opens the door and guides the woman down the steps before leading her through a winding maze of darkened hallways. "Here we are," she finally said as she opens another door, Cala still using her hearing to sense what is around her. This was the room the Headmaster directed to take this woman. Who was waiting for her was no doubt someone she did not want to cross more than she has to.

My summons took me by surprise. By all accounts I had been doing well; Classes were not altogether difficult and swimming had been going better ever since my “private lesson”. I had kept the uniform, dutifully putting it on every day even though I hated the thicker, longer skirt and sleeves, things the other students did not have to contend with. I had even made my bed this morning, which for me was unusual in the extreme. To be honest I was really trying to be good and gain the head girls good side. She had punished me once…once with my swim instructor (Learning to swim)
for our frolicking in the pool. In that one instance I had learned more about myself and so had she.

Bondage was not the most kinky thing in the world for me to enjoy. Strange how Vera had made me feel while she “Punished” me for the transgressions of PiaM and I. Now I thought of her, not as the cold bitch with veins of ice water, no, not since that encounter when I had experienced the heat of what could happen to a girl in the arms of more talented woman. There were secrets I longed to learn now, things that would make me even more powerful when it came to the use of my mind and body. So it came to me that I was to met her…the woman I has so many issues with. The woman that I loathed, hated, loved and revered. I would not know what I was in for till she revealed it to me. I could only hope it would be spicy and fun.

So with a bounce in my step that set my dark hair to swirling around the heart shaped face and my mouth watering in delight I proceeded to the classroom specified in the note. I was not disappointed to see the tall buxomous girl with her sash and white flowing hair at the front of the room. My heart speed, racing of a sudden while I involuntarily licked my lips at the sight of her.

Her voice like sweet honey water slid along my spine and up the back of my neck. Shivering I listened to the praise that was sooooo unlike her. Once more she caught me off guard, set the ground a kilter and had me wondering what was really up. I had been trying to please her…trying hard to do things that would find favor in her eyes so I might keep my patches and gain some brownie points. That she now acknowledged my efforts seems so out of character I grew speechless. My mind suddenly ceasing to work.

And as she drew into my space from behind, and her sweet breath whispered on my ear lobe I almost cried in delight. Eyes watering I let my head bend…let her get closer, lips so close I swear I could feel the heat of them. I wanted her. Wanted her as a equal, to hold, to bed…to love and lust with. The praise continued as her touch began to wonder on my body. I felt myself lean into her…into her touches, skin rising to the movement of her hands.

I practically shivered in delight as she put the blindfold on me, and talked to me as an equal; As someone of merit and potential. Dreams echoed in my head as if we had been here before in this place. For a moment fear ran along my spine, but her hands, her gentle voice, even the scent of her hair as it caressed my now bare back relaxed me. I had nothing to fear about my nakedness…I was here…with her and she was an authority unto herself. The white cotton panties and short ankle length socks are all she leaves me in. Strangle I feel even more naked..more vulnerable in the darkness with a modicum of clothing yet remaining on me.

With but panties and socks she leads me. Silently I pad along, letting my hips swing and feeling the jiggle of my breasts with each step for the first time that day. A thrill races up my spin to be on display, to be mostly naked and free. IN my daydreams of the moment she takes me to a place of delights that run vivid in my imagination, A place of pillows and silks, A place of unmitigated happiness in the arms of my protector. I am to be rewarded, and rewards for me are large and full of meaning for I dream big dreams. Will it be a fine meal, with fine wine and a romping good time. The blindfold makes me wonder even more and I begin to dream that she too has changed her clothing…soft silks, and nothing more. Soon I will run my fingers upon her flesh and arouse the desire I feel in my own bones.

We walk…my tongue taken from me by the sensations of the coolness of night upon my bare nipples. Upon the heat of the hand in my own and the closeness of another body. I can smell the salt spray of the nearby ocean, the scent of my rose perfume..and her…her floral rosemary scent. At last she stops…we stop…the creaking door opens…not her rooms and for a minute as she shoves me in I feel the rise of panic. Her hand slips form mine, a trail of sparks and heat that disappears into my darkness. I must quickly say something before I miss my chance.

“But Vera….I….want you….” My hand slowly reaches upwards to remove the blindfold giving her time to stop me as I wonder what strange new world has she brought my too.

Since the time I was requested to train this girl I had maintained my mental link with her and perused her mind at my leisure finding her quite interesting and keyed in on the reason she had her socks still on, I suspected this Head Girl must have read her file as well because it was Vera who disrobed Cala in the first place. I had grinned when I saw the door open knowing what her daydream was and decided to redecorate the room as what she had envisioned in her head, in an instant the harsh torture room turn into a plush silken harem like room though the devices remained to discipline and torment they would not look as harsh other then toys of pleasure.

As the to girls walked down the hall my mind at quickly latched onto Vera mind and I had found her just as interesting as poor Cala, it appeared she was fully aware of the school deception and was even making plans to use this place against her own family who had sent her here, getting her out of the way and prevent her from taking over the family business. I smiled at how her thought process worked, a very devious woman to say the least. Poor Cala to Vera she was just one more pawn to her schemes a piece to be discarded when finished but there was more I saw of her plans and her hidden emotions about Cara.

I had thought about including Vera into my Training Lessons but since she was aware of the school made me think she was like staff, but during my long stay at this facility I hadn’t ran into any rules about taking your desires out on them. Maybe I would just give her a little reward for dropping off this girl named Cala, it would interesting to see how Cala would react if Vera was the one to be tortured before her. I had hidden cameras inside the room and I had taken on a human form when I saw her reaching for the blindfold, I was wearing a white uniform with the school badge on the right side. My long light brown hair reaching down to the mid of my back and my eyes as green as emerald would cause most people to be drawn to them in an almost hypnotic trance. The white outfit makes the tan I have more defined giving me a exotic look to me.

Once the two girls enter the room they can feel the atmosphere change abruptly from normal to a sense of peace and turmoil which contradicts each other. I would normally had introduce my self but I would wait to see how the Prefect would explain the whole situation though I could read her mind I found it more amusing to hear how they would explain things then getting them straight from there heads, humans had this uncanny ability to think one thing but say another.

Looking at the naked Cala I couldn’t help becoming aroused as my eyes began to start giving off a slight bluish glow, I shook my head gaining control of my desires, I shouldn’t be so eager to release that want so soon. The glow disappeared as soon as it came about, it was apparent I was checking Cala body out, as my eyes drifted up and down her perfect skin and the small dark tuft of pubic hair, I grin thinking how she would react if I shaved that off for her. I notice how her pert nipples was standing erect an got the feeling she was already aroused at being blindfolded, was it the mystery of not knowing that got her so excited and it quickly dawned on me, her body was already teased to react as it appeared when she arrived.

I had waited for Vera to make the first move to see if she wanted Cala to think I was her or introduce me to the naked arabic goddess before me, if I was to torture her of give her pleasure beyond her dreams and deny her the fulfillment which in this girl case would be pure torture of her desires I see swimming in her mind, Cala would defiantly be entertaining for me.

((I'm a Head Girl not a Prefect by the way =P))

Even Vera was a bit shocked at the room they entered. These monsters were truly powerful beings. The hard unfeeling concrete halls led into a harem with devices for sex and bondage hanging from the walls and ceiling. But the way the room was set up it did not even feel like a real torture chamber.

A shiver ran up her spine as her mind felt a bit odd. It was as if spiders were crawling across her brain. Shaking her head slightly, she pushed Cala into the room. A hand grabs the woman's wrist to keep her vision sealed. "Not yet dear," she said softly, "I can assure you this one is very thorough. You will get everything you always wanted tonight so be a good girl for just a bit longer."

She smiled faintly as the being before them had already taken precautions and taken a human form. The strange aura about the man made it difficult to tear her gaze away. Clenching her jaw for a moment, she takes a few steps towards him giving a slight bow. "I leave her in your care, please train her well." With those final words, she tears her eyes away from the perfect being before her and walks past the still lost Cala. Her fingers lightly trade along the woman's hip in passing before the touch fades and the sound of the door shutting left the student alone with this mysterious stranger.

Vera had experienced encounters with monsters before and could only imagine what mental and physical games Cala was going to go through tonight. She wonders how the woman will react after it is all over. Will this little pornstar enjoy it or will she truly be frightened?

A hand stills my own, soft hot fingers touch me to the flicker of sparks. Inwardly I quiver, her touch having warmed me like no other woman’s. I had been to bed with quite a few males, sometimes two at a time. Only once, at my best friends urging had I taken to a bed with another woman and man. That night had been for her, she had wanted the captain of the basketball team and to seal the deal had enlisted my aid. The two of us had seduced him…and in the ensuing night of pleasure had found one another as well. Why men found it so captivating to have two girls kiss and fondle one another I knew not, but it worked, and the sparks of that night had ignited something deep inside.

The blindfold not only restricted my sight, but brought out mty other senses and made me hear things like the chirping of crickets. My skin felt alive, even the soft movement of air in the dank hall had seemed to crawl upon its warm surface. Vera’s touch had been maginified…’oh…vera….did you understand what you have done to me?’

Vera, bless her soul, had reignited those deep embers. Her touch, the stripping of me had left me with a fire burning deep inside. I wanted her, wanted the surprise that smelled of man. It thrilled me to no end to think she had arranged a young stud to service my desires. But Vera was not staying, one last lingering trail of fire blazed across my hip and she was gone. I knew not wear he was…I knew she was gone when the door clicked closed . Only then did I realize the patch I war upon the back of my neck was gone. An item worn long enough and it is forgotten among the newer sensations. Trembling, the panic rising in me as I knew the nicotine within my body was already slowly latching its way out. Perhaps this man had more…or cigarettes…that I could bum before I became confused in the swirling emotions. Not yet…no, but if this took as long as I would like it to I would and that was reason enough to panic slightly.

Not knowing were he was I let myself stretch seductively, then shifting my weight to one leg and cantering my hip I brought my arm up to my shoulder and began to trace a long line upon my skin…ever downwards, between the tight skin of my breasts and full nipples, downwards along the middle of my abdomen, downwards…the breath catching in my lungs as I sought to charm my unnamed and unknown suitor like a porn queen before the camera. The dream had not died, no, I still wanted to make it big in the industry and so I might as well practice the art of seduction.

“My name is Cala…and yours?” I said with my best and sexiest voice, a low soft sound like bells upon the fields of snow come winter.

I smiled at the Head Girl and nodded my head as she forced herself to look away, watched her leave the room brushing up against Cala and could sense the desire Cala had for Vera and the new memory of her past began to float to the surface as I see her and her friend seduced a basketball player, I watched the silvered hair woman closed the door and I sent waves of pure pleasure throw her body starting between her legs and moving upward I let that last for a minute before stopping it allowing it to ebbed away slowly.

My attention returned to Cala as I watched her try her best to seduce me in the room, her movement was quite erotic and any man would ravish he in an instant at what I was watching her do. Placing my hand on my chin in thought I wasn’t sure if her reward was to cause her discomfort or unbelievable pleasure, maybe a bit of both in her case, I decided to remain quiet sensing it was on of her greatest fear other then the nasty habit of not having a cigarette which I can see I might be able to use that as some kind of leverage over her. I slowly move behind her getting a full evaluation of her goddess like body that she seem to know how to manipulate very well to bring out the desires in others, I was guessing at this point but it almost felt like the devises around the campus was set on the lowest setting that had a strong influence on me but still I had desire to treat her the way she acted like a complete whore. I grin at looking at her tight ass under the cotton panties she was wearing, I was sure she had better undergarments being how she acted.

I had made a complete circle around Cala and like all the other girls here, she had a perfect body and her mind.. Well her mind was very much stuck on being a porn star perhaps I could use that in some ways to force her to do other things in the future to manipulate this girl behavior to how the school wish her to act. It didn’t really matter to me what they did with this girl but I though that she was the type who would feel tortured if she could feel the pleasure but denied the release, to any human that would drive most insane if I did it to the fullest and she lacked the ability to cum. I thought about just turning invisible and letting her feel the pleasures alone not thinking there was anyone here, I might serve a purpose. I had decided to turn invisible and see how long it would take her to remove that blindfold all the while teasing her nipples from a distance.

I grinned as I started to stimulate the nerves around her nipples and on her clitoris, the stimulation was only very lightly so she would think it was her own body reacting to the images of her and a man doing outrageous sex acts with Vera taking pictures in the background, each image getting even more erotic then the one before it. I had sealed the room just incase her fear of loneliness takes her to run from this place to some where she would feel like the center of the world.

Dreams are what they are. They twist and turn much like a country road in the mountains; A constant shift of focus and direction, of feeling and emotion, of sight and sound. Susan and I were fucking the young stud she had wanted. Wanted for her own reasons, mine had been pleasure, a unique experience. But like all dreams It shifted…I could not tell when or why…but

I stood, legs spread wide as he fucked me from behind. His hands cupped my breasts, fingers playing with the nipples with small twists and pinches that left me squealing in delight. That long hard cock worked its magic in me…and he had magic to spare. But it was the camera that really turned me on, that kept my nipples hard as steel, that kept me wet as a river. Vera snapped a series of pictures, then motioned for me to move….I bent at the waist while the dark haired stud kept pounding into me from behind. His hands now upon my hips, gripping me to better ram the stiff length of his shaft deep within in my wet folds, I clutched my ankles and let my hair brush the soft silks and pillows upon the floor. I yelped in delight. Yelped yet again when the sharp sting of flesh upon flesh sent sparks of pain and pleasure into me from my quivering ass. The slap reverberated in the room.

“Spank your little whore you fuck stud…oh…yes” I said it…yelled it while the pleasure curled itself around me and set my limbs afire. I could feel the building of the orgasm within. I could sense the movement of Vera and she angled for a different set of pictures. The hot lights flashed with each click of the camera and my life was complete as I was fucked under the lights of future fame.

My sheik fucked his concubine while Vera snapped the pictures….film rolled and I never felt better.

I grinned as I watched Cala completely enjoying her little dream I was placing in her head her body actions was subtle but I could tell as I watch her mimic some of the minor dreams actions seeing how her legs was spreading wide as if there truly was some one there fucking her from underneath. I start to increase the intensity of the pleasure focusing more on her over excited love button between her legs, Vera seemed to have finished taking pictures and turns to leave. As she walks away she fades like all dreams do but Susan and the young stud continued to ravish your sexy body as the stud holds tightly to your hips his nails digging into your flesh his cock ramming into you hard and fast as Susan is on her kneed licking your wet clitoris holding onto your ass cheeks making them spread open allowing the stud to drive his shaft deeper in you hot pussy.

I continued to keep track of how far she was getting before orgasm and denied her body to cum when she got close, it was an easy trick to keep the near orgasm from bursting with limiting those signals to reach the proper areas of the brain to trigger those orgasms humans seem to enjoy so much, and I know how addictive those pleasures could be, its one reason I had always linked my mind to the girls I was forcing myself on.

I dived deeper into her mind looking for something to terrify her beyond the limits of her imagination but not to far beyond I didn’t want a traumatized shell of a woman that I had to bring back to a normal mind set, but I did want to make her think sex could be something to dread as well and what better then something she feared and would not expect that would come out of left field as these mortals say. I began to shift the dream some to a more arabic setting as the fuck scene becomes more of a harem in the desert Susan wearing the traditional harem garb as the stud was wearing a sheik outfit his face covered but his eyes change to the color of emerald green, then to the color of your father eyes.

More harem girls come in and while your still being rammed from the man the girls begin to tie you down to a table arms pinned down and legs spread wide with the souls of your feet pointed up in the air. The man in the sheik outfit rips the head gear off and the face is your own father. He grins at you malevolently. “So my slut of a daughter wants to be a whore, fine.. CAMERA'S ACTION!” at that a large camera crew floods into the tent as your father fuck’s you with out mercy, the souls of your feet being whipped by Susan with the tradition whipping device your own father used on you. The crew begins to film your shame as they smile and grin hoping they to will be next to ride you.

Vera left me…us…gone … I remembered her leaving the tent flap closing as the sliver of hot white light disappeared on the silk and pillow strew floor. Grunting with the effort I gave as much as I got, pushing back on the hot cock pounding my pussy with skin slapping wet slushy sounds. Bucking, rotating my pelvis I sought to spread the feel of him pushing deep into me to every tight inch of me. His tip rubbed my differently with each thrust till I swore I would burst and then he would slow…or change the method and leave me wanting more.

He lifts me…half carrying me…half hopping as his hard dick moves about inside me, keeping me pinned to him like some insect on a display board. I feel my tits hit the table top, then the strength of his hands as he twists me around his long shaft, never leaving me, never letting me loose that feeling of him inside me. Others come…I am aware of them as they hold me and then tie first my arms together over my head and finally upon the table legs. Whimpering a little to this new sensation, this lack of freedom I let them all the same, not wanting the fucking to end, willing to endure the titillating feel of being tied up. Trust, it is a game of trust I realize.

I stare up into the brown eyes of the man with his head gear pulled across his face. The eyes…oh those eyes somehow hauntingly familiar. And then as he pounds once more into me, deeply, his belly pushing against mine the head gear is pulled away and I see….see the face in all its older glory. A face I should not ever see, a face and a man that towers over my naked body thrusting himself into me. He yells and I cringe as the white hat glare of lights bath the room in harsh shadows. Blinking I try to see past the lights….see the cameras…see the men.

Pain erupts upon the souls of my feet as my father’s leather belt cracks down upon them. He bellows like a bull in heat, “Maybe you will be a better wife than your mother and provide me with son” My heart pounds harder, threatening to explode. I twist in the embrace of my bonds, trying to desperately unpin myself from him. I had heard my parents arguments, always about the lack of a son…Tears fill my eyes, sex, love….lust is not supposed to be like this…Squirming I cannot be free of him. He punishes me like I have never been punished. That thick sausage plunging into me…becoming a knife that haunts my soul with small bleeding Knicks.

“stop father…please stop…I’m….its me Cala….stop….nooooooo” I yell back, pleading with every fiber of my being.

I grin seeing her reaction to the images she is seeing and feeling, I continued the hard pounding and allow the dream to be more in depth as her father member starts to swell larger as signs on his face show he is reaching his own limits. “Yes you are my daughter, and unlike your worthless mother, you will bare me a son since your so much like those American slut’s that have no respect for a men and shame themself at not wearing there veils” he looks over at Susan and yells at her. “Whip her feet harder you stupid woman, cant you see she likes it!” all this time his rhythm never changing other then the thickness of his sausage.

He begins to grunt as his cock begins to twitch within your vagina, he exploded his load in side you as his hot seed floods within you. He then pulled his large shaft out and shot the rest of his load on your belly and face. “How’s that feel you American whore? Does it make you feel good? Here take it into your mouth and clean it off.” he tells you pushing his member into your face rubbing it on your lips, for a dream it even taste like his seed.

I force the dream to show you his cock is in your mouth as he had hold of your head bringing it to and from his manhood the feeling of his sausage in your mouth making it hard to breath the pulling of your hair giving you a slight discomfort, he throws your head back cum dripping out of your mouth and he Laughs hard at the look on your face. The dream fades and you see your surroundings as the silken daydream before coming here or even having that second dream which turned into a nightmare starting with a pleasant memory of her sexual experience with Susan and the Basketball Stud to the horror of her own father treating her like a worthless prostitute always emphasizing on the unworthy culture of America to his beliefs.

Looking around you would notice the silken surrounding and all types of devices used in pleasuring or punishing a person depending on there crime or reward the student merited, I had remained invisible and quiet to observe her behavior to the new situation of feeling alone though the feeling of peace and turmoil still remains the aura of the place radiating off of me. I have a few of the lights dim helping to perpetuate the mood of hopelessness or awaited pleasure beyond human endurance. Though the dream had faded the effects it had caused still remain as I maintain the stimulation of her pleasure zones clustered to the front of her labia. Just watching her stand there naked during her erotic dream had aroused my inner beast as one would say, if it wasn’t for the devices stimulating that desire I would have felt nothing for her beautiful body just a mild intrust.

He does not stop, only growing more strident as his cock thickens within me and his hard pounding rhythm Falters as a man will when he cums. In all my trysts I had made certain the man wore a condemn…But father does not…I can feel his skin against mine and panic takes me for I do not want to carry the outcome of our unholy act. I feel him shutter within me, feel the his heat grow, his width and length expand as he shouts into the stars above the black cloth of the tent roof. Tears roll down my cheeks as his seed spills first within me…and then he adds to my torment.

Pain lances into me from my feet as he crawls up my body spilling his seed along my stomach..upon my breasts. I try and turn my head as he approaches but his hands gather up my hair and twist it cruelly till my lips touch him. Nausea rises up in my throat and I almost loose it then and there. I can smell our mingled sex, can taste the seed of my father as he forces his thick still pulsing dick into the sanctity of my mouth…his daughters mouth. Her curses me, calls me all manner of despicable things. Reminds me of what I have done in my past. The things I took pleasure in as he makes me lick him. I gag…I shutter and spit the horrifying taste and texture form my mouth and still even when He lets my head finally go and I have spit all the moisture from my mouth I can still taste the salty essence of him at the back of my tongue, as if it lingers their like some disease refusing to be held sway over by the antibiotics you take to combat it. .

I tremble when he leave me, my hands still tied to the table, my legs remembering his body between them. Tears run down my cheeks much like the fluids that run along the crack of my ass. With each shuddering breath I take my breasts jiggle and sway. Horror, if you were to ask a 100 people you would get 100 different answers, but, after today I knew what mine would be. I knew what horror was. I wanted to be free…to be gone from here before he returned not knowing how long I might have been out cold.

SO I find myself looking at all manner of things in this tent. My body shacks with the thoughts of what some of the devices may be used for. Most are unknown to me in my own naiveté but their purpose seems sinister enough by their very appearance. Some I suspect may very well be sexual in nature, or used for sexual games. I cannot believe my father would use these things, but then I would not have believed he would be capable of raping me either. Would he use them on me? How would I react…if there were sexual I could see no pleasure in them. The fear grew.

It appeared to me that she still believed that her dream was real even though I let it fade out to what was real, something like that would have woke any one to reality. It had came to me, if she still believed maybe she was trying to come to terms with something or someone her father my be the key or was it her culture she rebelled against? These are questions that was running throw my head as I watcher her look at her surrounding in that blank stair but was clear at what I could see in her own mind.

I decided to continued where she left off in her dream and watch what she does thinking of a way to heal this mental scar and maybe change her beliefs some, personally I did not like the fact she had to wear that hideous outfit, the school normal uniform would look a whole lot better with her beautiful figure, I knew she purposely likes to wear that outfit because it made her stick out which told me she had a low self-esteem about her self, I wasn’t much of a head shrink as these mortals call them but a body like that should be flaunted not hidden. My only question to my self was how would I approach this problem and fulfil the requirements of this establishment.

Either way this girl Cala was going to be my next release and it would be easy considering she was so willing to have sex, but after what I had just don’t maybe not as easy. She would probably be resistant because of the horror that it would remind her of, that maybe why I was sent her to fix or modify her now known behavior.

I station my self behind her becoming visible since she still was in the dream it would be easily explained in real life that I wasn’t who I was in the dream and dressed myself with a white long loin cloth that reached to my knees by well developed chest exposed and my pure white wings spread wide like what one would see in bibles of Michael and his burning sword in the Garden of Eden, my eyes that hypnotic green as emerald and my hair covering the top of my shoulders with its long light brown hair. If she decided to bolt she would run into me standing a good foot taller then her to allow my self to look more mythical then anything.

I blinked and the ceiling went from black to grey. ‘Shit’, I thought, ‘was this a mind fuck or what?’ I could feel the silks, the pillows…they were solid and under me as I stared at the ceiling. My hair was matted to my head and face in the sweat of a heavy work out. Sweat stood upon the flatness of my stomach in little pools and slid along my sides in small runnels of dampness. Even the silks below me were damp form the exertion I had felt so keenly only moments before.

Had he really been here? I could think a lot of bad things about my father, but never…never had he touched me in an unfatherly way. He was a good man even if the two of us had our differences. Yet, even now, it seemed so real. Even now, my sex was wet and puffy as if I had been fucked and fucked hard. It seemed impossible…but It could have happened and he could be coming back…could be.

I curled up upon the floor in a fetal position, clutching tightly to one of the pillows as if it could save me when the floods came and swept all that was I away. The sobs made my body shake once again. Deep and forlorn like for all the world I was lost and lost I was. Somewhere between plane rides, my world had changed and I no longer understood it. For if this was a dream it was vivid enough to have been real, and if it was real then it was a nightmare that no girl wishes to ever go through. Even for me there were taboos, lines that were never to be crossed.

Only then did my mind begin to work again…only then could I concentrate on the facts and push aside the emotions. There was no cum upon my body, no evidence of anything so untoward. That meant nightmare, right?.

Then he was just there; He, the fitting image of perfect masculinity. His deep green eyes staring down at me in all his angelic glory as I looked up at him from the floor of silks and cushions. Was I dead? Had the prophet sent him to take me away to heaven? The white loincloth did little to conceal his approval of me and that was not what I had learned of angels. Everything about him sent quivers of goodness oozing down my limbs and left me breathless with desire. Mutual desire if the tenting of that little rectangle of cloth was any indication. Maybe Vera had given me a treat…a real yummy treat, one that already had me reaching upwards so I might stroke the fine silk of his hair and feel the firmness of his flesh next to mine.

“Are you for me” it was only after the words had left my mouth that my brain engaged itself and I realized that was a really stupid thing to say. Pinching myself I made sure it was not a dream; Though one never knows if in a dream a pinch would hurt as much as mine had. I could feel the heat rise in my face as I watched the beefcake before me and he looked me over as well. I would have to thank Vera for this gift afterwards.

Cala had collapsed into a fetal position in front of me, something I wasn’t expecting, my nature was to catcher her but I resisted and remained perfectly still as I admired her beautiful body, I could tell she was coming out of the dream now which wasn’t what I planed for as her eyes began to clear and focus. I watched her start to sob, her body jerking from the tears as my eyes drifted to her large orbs jiggling with each sob that came forth. It took her several minutes before she had looked up and I remained perfectly still why I could see and feel her eyes examine every part of me including the fact I was very aroused at admiring that perfect body of hers that any one would kill just to spend an hour of there time ravishing such a beauty.

I saw her reaching up from her prone position her brown golden flexed eyes looking at me in awed disbelief as if wanting to touch her god, the pose reminded me of some of the human paintings I had seen that depict believers of naked women reaching up to the havens asking for there gods blessings, in Cala case here blessings would be, that of an orgasm that would seem to never come. As she reached up in that poetic position words came from her mouth almost a dazed whisper. “ Are you for me?” I watched her pinch her self and found that very amusing that she still believed she was dreaming. It would have been easy if I allowed her to think that but this would be better in some fashion.

I smiled down at her when she had finished with her self torture ritual of making sure she was awake and answered her in a soft and gentle voice. “Yes Daughter of Eve, I am here for you, and no you are not dreaming nor am I here to take you to haven just yet, you have many years to come before that time welcomes you.” I tell her as I reach down to take her already reaching arm, as soon as my hand wraps around her wrist I allow a little of my power to flow throw her, the power quickly heals all of her old scars including the ones on her feet and her hymen is renewed as well.

The body was an easy thing to heal, her mind would be something else that wasn’t as easy to mend though my being here was more for myself and not so much as a helping role, I had plan to break the shackles she kept from her father fear. Fear is something quite common on this island to a few of the students and most slowly learn to enjoy what the creatures her do to them, not so much outwardly but inwards there body and a deep part in there mind enjoy what happening.

I decide to emphasize on the fact she had summon me to her in some why. “Why have you summon me here Daughter of Eve? Am I here to free you from the wrongful persecution of your evil father who has twisted your faith of self worth?” I ask her as my other hand caress her cheek with the back of my warm hand, allowing a part of my power to stimulate the nerves of her cheek to feel pleasurable.