It had been a season since Daphnee had been here, there were reasons for it though there were none that she though she could voice without being dismissed as delusional. She was uncertain as to what her Mistress knew and figured that if she had spoken about her torments thus far she would find herself back with the doctors, something that she id not want of course.

Then there was the demon and while he did not say much there had been cause to give her pause. It was what he didn’t say that had her wondering about things.

But keeping all this in had been doing her no good. But four of the girl's had been on speaking terms with her, two of which were attacked with her simultaneously an the other two that she met at a soccer game that her bitch of a roommate dragged her to.

Intentionally Daphnee tried to assert herself by learning lock picking and while she had learned how to handle the simplest of locks she stopped her practice of it thinking that Vera wouldn't approve of her snooping around even for the right reasons. She was not a prefect or a head girl so such tasks were things she couldn't need to concern herself with.

So she scraped this learning and spent more time on practicing her meager craft of ventriloquism and of course Home Economics. In those months she had been absent she applied herself as best as she could, struggling through learning this and that and while she had been a fair cook before she had been a seasoned one now.

She practiced nightly as she prepared her meals. Some worked some did not. All in all she thought everything finally came together.

It had been some time, Vera may not have though she took her role seriously an Daphnee was nervous.

There was a slight tingle from the collar's bell that she wore as she drew in nervous breaths standing outside those towers. Not more than ten feet away from here she had been bond and blind folded an as the memory returned to her mind a crimson blush stained her cheeks.

Then with that the thought of what the demon did to her in that pool, how her mantra to Vera almost got her caught while she had been under the spell of that creature she assumed for it wasn't likely for her to masturbate in public like that.

She clutched the brown bag of groceries to her chest, her body trying to fight the warmth that had sprung up suddenly at these thoughts. She shook her head as if attempting to clear it then knock, waiting, hopeful of an answer as she strained to hear what was within.

Daphnee was not the first student Vera had tamed and reduce to a loving servant and she may not be the last. Usually, the Head Girl was busy with her own tasks and duties so she generally keeps a loose leash on all her pets concerning when and how often they come to see her. The silver haired woman did have an open door policy so any of her personal slaves can come see her if they wish to gain more of their mistress's favor. Of course, there were different expectations for her Prefects as they had to come make their reports.

With this, it came to no surprise that the Head Girl had not specifically called for Daphnee's presence. There were a few other reasons such as her newest pet still finding her place to serve Vera properly. Such things take time and this silver haired woman did not have the time to teach and tell a slave what they should do and learn in order to serve her. She said many times before, she had no interest in raising a drone.

Vera was up in her tower suite when a knock came to her door. Looking up from her work, she noticed the flare of emotions just beyond the closed door but was uncertain who it was exactly. She called the student in and heard the light jingle of a small bell. The Head Girl immediately recognized the purple hair. Daphnee's cheeks were flushed as she entered with a large bag held tightly to her chest. It seemed the girl had found something she wished to show her owner.

"Ms. Von Heinrich," Vera greeted as she folded her hands infront of her, "You have been away for some time. I trust you are doing well? How can I help you?" The Head Girl could guess what this woman was here for but was not going to make any assumptions. No, Daphnee will have to state her purpose and hopefully be able to pull through with showing what she had learned all this time being away from her mistress. The light jingle of the collar showed that her pet had not entirely forgotten her place as Vera's servant and slave.

She was nervous indeed. So many emotions had been going through hr. Did she learn something valuable was she away too long? There were a ton of other things that weighed in upon her mind too. The constant tortures that she endured at the hands of the island's residents. The whole powerlessness of the situation to be some plaything for what was often a sadistic beast of some sort.

Daphnee was some what ashamed that it had taken her so long to find her place after a few false starts. The lock picking and working as a snoop didn't sit right with her, nor memorizing the rules in hopes to be a prefect one day. Vera already had that and why would she want something that she already had, something that was far more valuable in the long run?

“Y-Yes, it has been. Forgive me, Mistress. I -” Silence, how to answer, could she really answer. But she did not wish to get into unbelievable tales of attacks and what not. She didn't want to be dismissed as crazy again, especially by her Mistress.

Finally she settled on a response that probably fit the best under the circumstances. “There is no e-excuse for it.” She paused, took a deep breath then looked up at her.

“It is I that should be asking you that same question. What can I do for you? It is early but it will take me some time to prepare but if I start it now I should finish by a reasonable time.

“I thought I would prepare dinner for you this evening. That is if you still desire me as a Pet and Slave.” The German American bowed her head and waited for a response.

"There is no need to apologize," Vera replied simply, "Even your loyalty to me cannot hinder your other responsibilities as a student here. It pleases me that you have returned and that you come with dinner in mind." Having a servant cook for her was nothing new. But with the Head Girl's busy schedule, she was not about to refuse a prepared meal. It was also a task that would not be distracting and allow Vera to continue with her work unhindered.

"Before you begin," she continued, "You should really change into more appropriate attire. Here, your duties as a student are not required. You are my slave as you so desire. Find something in the closet there and put it on. I will trust you will find something that will suit you and not hinder your work in the kitchen. I look forward to seeing what you have learned and prepared for me during your long absence, my pet."

The Head Girl did not seem displeased at all. Losing servants was something she was used to on the island. She knew very well that NICE labs, the staff, and the island's many guests all get first dibs on any and all students on campus. This becomes rather annoying when her Prefects keep being taken away. Daphnee returning was just a nice return to form for Vera. Daphnee still seemed to desire being her slave. She would delve more into this later. For now, she will allow Daphnee to perform her project unhindered.

The closet would be filled with various outfits and articles of clothing along with items of bondage and other kinky sexual acts. The outfits ranged from the standard maid attire to barely any clothing at all. Once that was finished, Daphnee would be able to enjoy the wonders of a Head Girl's kitchen which was rather spacious and had all the necessary utilities to hopefully be able to make whatever the girl had in mind.

Daphnee smiles a little she can't keep it from her features, the relief that sweeps over her with those words seeing that she has been a way from her Mistress for some time now. She had hoped the meal would do her Mistress proud, it was simple and complex at the same time, anyone could just slap something together but a true artist, well, it took a degree of effort.

“Of course, Mistress. I will change.”

She sets the bag on the kitchen table and hurries into the familiar closet. Last time she wore the cat custom … she had nothing against that but wanted to try something new, especially seeing that this was her first time back in a while. Besides the gloves would make it hard to work …

Carefully she looked over her options and wondered what she could do for her Mistress after dinner as well. The reasoning being that she could (hopefully) appeal to her appetites one more than one level.

Still wearing the bell from the cat girl custom she puts one revealing slave girl attire, an itsy bitsy golden top that pretty much just covers her nipples and a matching golden thong. There is a collar but she keeps the bell on, she likes it though a nervous excitement rushes through her, her nipples getting hard my mere thought alone.

She delays and hopes to calm down a little by neatly folding her attire. There really isn't much to fold so by the time she steps out of the closet her nipples are still semi erect beneath the all to revealing top.

Daphnee hardly pays the bondage equipment any attention. She was interested in it until her first night here put her off it … well, she let her Mistress do it but fought to no end when anything or anyone else tried to restrain her.

“Is this to your liking?” She spins about to model it. “I didn't want to stain anything with sauce.” She awaits her Mistress' answer before padding off to the kitchen unless there was anything further seeing how long it was going to take to prepare matters.

Daphnee went with perhaps the least modest attire she could find. The girl was a few sashes short of having the harem look to her. The woman's breasts jiggled and swayed, each step or breath threatening to cause those orbs to pop free of their limited confinement. Vera could feel the flare of emotions as her pet's imagination went a bit wild as she looked over herself. Nipples poked visibly through the golden material. The student's areolae were faintly visible as the top failed to even cover the entire tiny discs.

Before moving onto her given task, the slave wanted approval. It was not necessary but Vera should have expected as much. Pets and slaves always wanted attention much like animals did. The Head Girl looked up and smiled faintly. The girl spun around, breasts swaying nearly out of control from the gesture. Daphnee seemed pleased with herself. It seemed all forms of inhibition and modesty had left her pet. The student seemed willing to do absolutely anything. Rather impressive even after such a long absence.

"That certainly looks... accessible," Vera replied, "Yes, that is satisfactory. Do becareful working in there, slave. That attire is not going to be very protective at all." She could sense the arousal. Just being so exposed and vulnerable infront of her owner heated the young student. But that would come later. For now, she dismissed her pet, allowing her to get started on preparing this meal. The clatter of fingers off a keyboard was the only sounds coming from the other room now as Daphnee headed into the kitchen.

Daphne had been particularly daring today. After being gone for so long it would be a plus to please her Mistress as best as she could. Daphnee's needs were, well special. Whether positive or negative most attention was good, well outside of the sadistic pleasures those monsters visited upon her.

But this was a chance to get away from that, to forget though it was a time to give up control freely. She felt that Vera wouldn't take things to far. She even made bondage pleasant of all things.

“I will be careful, Mistress.”

She went into the kitchen needing a good deal of time to prepare she gets right at it, getting out the sheet pans and sorting the ingredients.

First she had to cook the noodles …

She is kept busy, her concentration on this task in determinant to all others. She bother hears but doesn't hear the keyboard from the other room. It's early so she'll be done at a reasonable time though she was only cooking for two there was a lot of effort behind the lasagna doing with layers separated by a row of noodles, ricotta cheese, peperoni, she crafts each layer with patience.

She does a home made garlic brad to go along with the meal baking this as well.

She puts a lot of effort into it though she had been careful outside of spilling some sauce on her breast though she licked it up readily then gets back to work.. When she finishes she contacts Vera that dinner is indeed finished.



She had prepared a small pan of lasagna to ensure that there woul be left overs, the garlic bread had to particular aroma of fresh bread and garlic that only joined in with the unique aromas of the pasta itself a plethora of aromas that mixed in the air.

Peperoni, sausage, cheese, mushrooms, all layered together rather than just tossed togeher in a lazy man's lasagna.

It is clear that it had taken some time to set uo, the thick slab of pasta cut for her, a grispy portion garlic bread was cut and at the side with a glass of whatever beverage she found in the frigdge though there is a pitcher of ice water set in the center of the table along with an extra glass since she realizes that Vera is partial to having water.

“Mistress. It is ready,” some is cut for her as well seeing that she had already learned that her Mistress expected her to take her meals with her.

The smell of cooked food reached Vera in the other room as her pet continued to work. It took some time but eventually, a woman dressed in just a thong, skimpy top, and oven mitts stepped into view carrying a pan full of freshly made lasagna. Daphnee's hips swayed and her breasts swayed with each step taken. The slave stopped only briefly to inform her owner that dinner was ready before heading to the table to get everything else set up.

When the Head Girl finished her work and walked to the table, her pet was already putting down a plate along with a glass of ice water. There was not much to drink besides tea in the fridge. There was milk and juice but those were not exactly appropriate for dinner. Vera took her seat, allowing Daphnee to push her in if she remembered to do so. The food looked and smelled delicious. Garlic bread was also cooked and ready. The sheer amount of food was impossible for Vera to eat alone which only meant much of it would be eaten over the next few days as leftovers.

Already cut, she accepted a chunk of lasagna along with some garlic bread. The food was still hot so she took her time as she waited for it to cool. Taking a few bites, Vera nodded with approval. "This is wonderful," she replied, "Very good work, my pet. Once you have finished cleaning up what you used in the kitchen, you may join me in dinner." She could have had her pet kneel beside and wait patiently until the Head Girl finished her meal. But, it was simply not necessary. Daphnee had been away for some time and it would do some good to catch up a little assuming there was anything of note worth mentioning from the young student. Besides, this would leave Daphnee's exposed body in full view as the Head Girl ate.

Once Daphnee returned and made a plate for herself, Vera spoke up. "It is good to see you spent your absence preparing for your return. I do hope your absences do not happen often. Have you been spending all this time learning to cook? Are there any other skills you have learned? This is not hindering your studies any are they?"

She had almost forgotten to push Vera in as she sat, a brief pause before dawning came upon her and she moved to do so. She smiled at her Mistress' compliment, she had spent a fair amount of time practicing something useful or what she though she could excel at to her approval.

“Thank you, Mistress. It pleases me that you are pleased. I will join you as soon as I do just that.” She went to work on the dishes before joining her Mistress at the table with a piece of cut lasagna and garlic bread. She had made enough for her Mistress to have more over the next week or so, here and there.

After joining Vera she had considered something. “Indeed, it has been some time and I hope that I am not absent for such a length again. I got caught up in a few matters and wanted to return to you with something some what useful. I began working on things in other areas but since I came to the conclusion that you would not need them in one case or not approve in another I stopped my studies when realizing this and chose the following, yet simpler avenue. I have been improving my skills as a ventriloquist, there still passable and could be better but there are improvements. With the extra free time from the course I had to drop earlier in the year Professor Danes has let me participate in her Home EC course, I won't get a credit but get to learn. I get to practice a fair bit since I have to prepare my own foods and even got a few cook books now.

“Since I barely socialize I have plenty of free time with the one dropped course I don't have to worry so much about it interfering and by the time it would I would already have the basics down so I could ease up on the time spent doing it.”

Daphnee considers that for a moment. “I have learned some rudimentary locking picking before given it up though I can only open the most basic of locks. I was working on memorizing all the different rules do for the campus.” Then she really considers. “But that has not been the only reason that has keep me ...” she was really considering this one for a moment. How, if, she were going to broker something. She pauses and pours a drink for herself.

“It's fairly obvious you believe in the supernatural, Mistress from the books I organized when I was last here. I am curious does that pertain just to spells?”

Daphnee was rather open in explaining her absence and what she did during her time away. The young woman learned to cook from a class she was now sitting in on as well as teaching herself through books and self training. But that was not all the girl worked on apparently. Lock picking seemed to be an odd choice and would have led to several questions of the purpose of learning such a skill. It would have been less than useful to Vera as she had access to everything she needed to. If she really needed to open a lock, she could just get the key or use her own magic. Not that Daphnee knew she was a practitioner of magic.

The rest was more for the student personally rather than for Vera's. It is interesting that the woman was a ventrioloquist but it was not something she could really make use of at this point in time. Learning the rules in detail was good for all students as that meant Daphnee would not just hide behind ignorance like so many others try to do. But, that was not all she was looking into apparently.

The Head Girl was eating more of her dinner now that it had time to cool some. It certainly tasted better than anything premade and frozen. There was also just a certain appeal of having something made for you as it generally meant that the creator put some of their heart and feelings into the results.

Vera took the sudden question about the books on her shelf with ease. She finished her bite before looking across at Daphnee's exposed form. "You make alot of assumptions, Ms. Von Heinrich," she replied, "I am not sure how you leapt from the occult to spells. I also do not claim to believe anything. One does not read books on King Arthur and suddenly believe that Merlin existed or reading the Lord of the Rings and believe Hobbits exist. It would do you good to not make such leaps of logic in the future, slave. As for the books on my shelf, they are a curiosity. So why are you so curious about what I have been reading?"

She was stuck. Of course her error had been pointed out to her and she looked away, a convenient bit of food gave her the time to think about the question. It was one of the matters that had prevented her from speaking about it in the past.

Yet, she had been told about wasting time …

“Of course, Mistress, your forgiveness Mistress. I made the jump ...”

But there was little choice but to answer for her Mistress had asked her a question and as her Pet she had to answerer and could not refuse. Still, the last thing she had wanted was to be deemed as crazy or have the matter brushed off as inconsequential as if it was all in her head when clearly it wasn't.

“At first I thought my delusions had come back though after my … well.” Nervously she considers what she wanted to say. She was hoping that she would be quicker about this but couldn't help it.

“There real, aren't they?”

Unfortunately, Daphnee was once more doubting what Vera taught her before. "You know I do not like repeating myself, Ms. Von Heinrich," she said coldly, "Again, you make assumptions without looking at all the data. You claim your delusions are coming back. Look at the facts. You were doing much better after my lessons and assistance before. You then remained absent for a long period of time and now you claim the delusions are coming back. Should I assume that these delusions were sexual in nature as well? How long has it been since you had the pleasure of feeling my touch and affection, hmm? It disappoints me greatly that the first thing you considered upon having your symptoms return is that I lied to you and assume that your delusions were real. And I fail to see how my having books on a curiosity means that suddenly my methods of helping are no longer valid that you think fantasy is reality. It disturbs me greatly how easily your thoughts can be swayed in such an unhealthy manner."

Vera had stopped eating, giving Daphnee her full attention. This was probably not the attention the woman was seeking. "Have you been pleasuring yourself on your own time? Have you been speaking the mantra you taught yourself like I ordered? I am already having to repeat myself so I shall ensure that I do not have to do so again. Answer..." The Head Girl waited to learn more about the woman's thoughts on the matter so she could crush each point down. If Daphnee wishes to remain a slave she will learn that there are no secrets on this island or else.

She had done it now, though she had been at a loss for what to do in the situation. Excuses weren't going to fly and she could not refrain from answering. She had tried to remain calm though her heart was slamming steadily against her chest as if could seek freedom from her very body.

Daphnee went on, though she could not met her eye, this was a mistake … she shouldn't have said anything but who could she really speak to this about? She was at a loss, her eyes wet though tears refraining from falling.

“No, it's not that. It was ...” what was it? It was hard to explain. “But it has been too long. These have been worse than anything I could imagine. Sexual torments, tortures. I have continued the mantra throughout, one had even caught me while doing such and I even thought another student caught me. The thing, it did something …”

She shakes her head. The leap she made about the books, the logic there all slips away, it didn't matter. She had heard the fact that her mind had been unhealthy. Even then she had not believed it but it took some time to accept that it was unreal but this time she had the physical proof though of course it was a small matter, no evidence at all really by the grand scheme of things that anyone would believe other than herself. Fantasy was reality, being boiled alive and nearly strangled to death had been far worse than anything she had imagined before, simple images or sounds that after a time she could accept had been unreal figments but she was alone in this matter. Whether they were real or imagined did not matter at the moment, only the displeasure of the one fixture that had been apart of her life.

"Nothing did anything to you, Ms. Von Heinrich," Vera replied, "You embracing your sexuality and need to be owned helped deal with this before. Apparently the mantra alone is not enough. As for it getting worse, think of it like a sickness that you suddenly stopped taking your medication for. The symptoms may come back and worse than before. You were away for a long time, perhaps too long... But, if you like, I can see about making an appointment for you to see the councilor. She may be able to help talk you through these delusions. The worst thing you can do is admit that they are something more than that. That will only make matters worse for you. Do you understand me, slave?"

It was true that the Head Girl's methods will do nothing to stop the guests from taking this student over and over again. But, trying to bring the matter into the light would only draw more attention. Vera was providing really the only option for limiting the hostile effects of being on the island. The only thing Daphnee could do is take the attack, sleep it off, and continue with her life here as a student. The silver haired woman stared at her pet's teary eyes. Hopefully the girl will fall back on what did 'help' her else Vera may have to punish her returning pet.

It was nothing new but it hurt nonetheless, to be told that her reality was nothing but imagined but it was impossible for her to consider the truths she knew to be anything but this time. She was still taking her medication, that had not changed though this had seemed far more intense almost like a blind person suddenly seeing the world for the first time.

Yet she ha been wrong before and yet there was what one of the things did not say as it tried to keep things hidden that made certain matters easier to infer. She just didn't know what to believe any longer but regardless, true or false she had to deal with it herself but things were too intense to be imagined.

She shook her head slightly then whipped at her face trying to compose herself.

“No councilors. They have not helped in the past. I will … manage.”

Could this all be in her head? She hated considering and pushed it off as best as possible. Regardless it was only going to interfere with her duties now.

In the end she supposed it hardly mattered if these things were all in her head, they were going to keep happening regardless. She was still going to have the guilt of the attacks, she was still going to have to endure them and reliving them with a councilor telling her that this was all in her head yet again was troubling to her, so much that she didn't think she could do no worse herself.

There was the other girl she was attack with but she could have very well imagined her, after a ll the girl did speak openly to her, that alone was not normal.

“I will manage. Is there anything you require, Mistress?” Her mind was trying to leave behind this matter rather than dwell further on it. It never felt good loosing one's mind after all, loosing one's grip on reality when their was little benefit in analyzing all those details she rather not remember. Duty. That was were her mind shifted to.