After so many years on the island, the days did bleed together at times. Kanoe had been spared the island's cruel creations for several weeks now or was it months? Most of her apprentices had been absent which left the witch with more free time than she knew what to do with. The raven haired beauty sighed as she returned to her dorm room. Fingers were already unbuttoning her blouse and stripping off the overly tight uniform. It felt so good freeing those heavy orbs. She looked at her lovely form in the mirror and cupped one of those large orbs. It felt good touching herself like this and her beauty was partially thanks to the many monster attacks of those who decided to alter body to be more sexually appealing.

Her body was so sensitive to the touch now. But, Kanoe had survived this long even when there was no hope of escaping her fate. The witch headed into the shower and washed up before slipping into some comfortable robes. Her day was routine. She finished what homework she had then proceeded to studying the various tomes and books to try and improve her proficiency in the magical arts. Kanoe had dinner sometime during this and then crawled into bed, alone. Her roommate was probably around and may show up later but the witch was too tired to concern herself with such matters. Slowly, her eyes closed and welcomed the darkness that engulfed her.

Wraith had noticed a familiar looking face just returning to her dorm room. He'd never played with her before, so how did he feel like he'd seen her before. Then he remembers; it was Kanoe. Narissa's instructor of spells and magic. He had used Kanoe in Narissa's dreams several times before, but now he was near the real one. This was far too good to pass up. He conquered the apprentice, now he could conquer the master.

Wraith enters her room and found her just falling asleep. He enters her body, sending a brief chill over her. Nothing was really going on in her mind yet, noting she hadn't quite reached R.E.M. sleep. So instead of waiting, he searches through her mind. Apparently she had been through a lot since coming to the school and was quite fragile inside. This would be easier than he thought. Deciding on the setting, Wraith initiates her dream...

Kanoe would find herself in a room and looked like a dungeon, completely nude except for a collar and some cuffs keeping her hands bound behind her. Another woman with long silver hair and wearing a dominatrix outfit steps forward, giving a sinister smile and giggling soft as she looks over Kanoe's body.

The dark witch was unaware of the unseen being that had just invaded her body and mind. She shivered and stirred but otherwise remained unconscious. Her mind was broken in some ways. This was a student who had been on Shokushu for years. The college term that could be used is that Kanoe was a super senior, one who has been a senior much longer than necessary. Countless creatures, aliens, and other worldly beings have had this lovely female in their grasp. Some ravaged her, raping her until her body succumbed. But others, they broke her mentally and emotionally before claiming her body for a finer feast. Her body had been altered to make herself more appealing and even bigger monster bait. Kanoe has been through a lot to say the least.

Kanoe's eyes opened slowly. She immediately felt exposed as the air caressed her nude form. The witch sat up, eyes wide with shock. Where the hell was she? This did not look like the basement. It looked more like some old dungeon. Was she still on Shokushu? As she sat up, the student realized her wrists were bound behind her with metal cuffs.

The soft giggle of another woman caused the witch to immediately rise to her feet and face her captor. She did not recognize the woman at all. Slowly, she stepped back in an attempt to keep her distance from this strange woman. "Who are you? Where am I? What am I doing here?" The witch demanded answers. As she asked these questions, her mind raced in figuring a way to free herself of these cuffs. The student had to act fast and tried to bend down and step over her bound wrists to at least get her bound hands infront of her. At least then she could try and defend herself.

The woman made no attempt to stop or approach Kanoe just yet. She seems sure that whatever her captive tried would fail. Perhaps she felt the young woman would better understand how useless it was to resist by doing things the hard way. "Are you going to use one of your spells against me? I would have thought you'd realize it will do you no good. But if you insist on making a fool of yourself, I won't stop you." She watches and waits to see what Kanoe will do now. Will she take this woman's word for it and stop? Or do things her own way?

This woman knew about her magic? Who was she? Why was the woman so confident that she could stop Kanoe's attacks? With the witch's bound hands in front of her, she could at least direct her spells. The cuffs limited her gestures but her fingers and hands could still move enough and her voice could chant the incantations. The student had no clue what this woman had planned but it would be foolish to just accept her fate without fighting back.

The spidery words of magic filled the air as Kanoe's long raven black hair began to flow from unseen forces. Wisps of shadow seemed to come from everywhere in the dark chamber, swirling and gathering in the witch's hands. The darkness swirled into a perfect inky black sphere, humming with compressed mana and energy. Kanoe's eyes glared at the confident woman and immediately thrust her palms out towards the woman. With a sharp cry, the shadow bolt blasted forth towards the silver haired woman. The force of the spell sent pain through Kanoe's hands, causing them to ache and bruise slightly. It hurt the witch but not as much as it was going to hurt this woman if the attack connected.

"The shadow bolt...how predictable." The woman scoffs and holds her right hand up. The bolt seems to stop just inches from her hand and the force even pushes her back a little. But then she pushes her hand forward and forces the dark magic into a U-turn, sending it right back to Kanoe. It doesn't actually hit her, but comes dangerously close landing and exploding on the floor very close to her. The force of it would have knocked her over but not caused any serious injury to her.

The woman slowly walks towards Kanoe, still showing that arrogant smile. "I would imagine that was quite painful and humiliating, having your own magic turned against you. My telekinetic abilities will do that with any spell you try. I could even have let it hit you dead on. But I restrained myself and had it just barely miss you. So, now are you going to behave like a good girl? Or do you want a taste of my power first hand?"

The student could only stare in shock as her bolt slowed to a stop. She had no time to react as it suddenly flew right back towards her. It crashed into the ground, the threads unraveling into a concussive blast that sent Kanoe flying back into the stone wall. It hurt but was not enough to cause serious injury as the raven haired woman groaned and swayed weakly on her feet. Her opponent had telekinetic powers. But, there had to be some way to stop her.

Unfortunately, any wide spread spells that would be difficult to reflect were not possible with her wrists bound like this. She needed to be able to swipe her arms outwards for that. Shaking her head slowly to clear out the cobwebs, Kanoe glared at the other woman. "Why are you doing this? I have done nothing to you! I do not even know who you are. Just let me go!" Kanoe was not just going to obey this woman's commands. She did not even know where she was right now or how she got here. What was going on?

That smile soon fades as Kanoe's defiance remains strong. She sighs and puts her left hand on her hip. "Why must you make this so difficult?" She then raises her right which causes Kanoe herself to be lifted into the air, though only about a foot off the ground. She's brought to the woman and kept in position as if she were frozen. "I would think this setting would make what you're here for obvious, but I guess I have to spell it out for you. I have taken you as my slave and you are not going anywhere. It's as simple as that. And you continue to cause problems, I will make your life exceptionally miserable. Are we clear on the matter now?"

The busty student tensed up as she felt herself be lifted off the floor by unseen forces. She tried to kick her legs, tried to squirm but her body refused to move even an inch as she was moved like a mannequin in a store. Kanoe stared at the woman. "Slave? But, I... You can't do that! L-Let me go! Please..." The witch felt fear as this powerful woman simply spirited her away from her dorm room and brought her to this place. She was to be this woman's slave? The witch was not going to allow it. Was this another monster? So far this woman seemed entirely human. Why was a human doing this?

"Oh but I can and I am doing this. You belong to me now. And I have all the time in the world to break that will of yours, which I can already tell is not as strong as it used to be." The woman steps closer and smiles reaching up and taking one of those breasts into her hand, gently rubbing and squeezing it. "Mmmm these are quite lovely. I might've felt a bit envious, but these are not the same size you had before, are they?" Her own breast size was impressive, but not quite as large as Kanoe's. "Do you like it when I rub them like this?"

Kanoe floated there off the floor as this strange woman proceeded to fondle her. "Nngh..." The witch's body was very sensitive to the touch. The constant sex on the island had awakened her body and some monsters enhanced her sensitivity for their amusement. "N-No... St-mmph... St-Stop..." she stammered as the woman felt those huge melons. Her pulse throbbed softly within, filling the firming orbs with heated blood as each stroke promoted blood flow and enhanced her sensitivity further. Kanoe trembled but could do nothing to resist. She could not squirm away or lash out at the woman. She just floated there as those delicate fingers rubbed and molded her tits like they were clay. Heat rose in her cheeks as her breathing slowly grew deeper.

"Now why I want to stop? You're mine to do with as I please. Besides, you clearly want this." The woman says as she keep playing with one breasts then leans in taking the other into her mouth licking and sucking on it, giving extr attention to her nipples. "Before long, you'll be begging me to do this with you all the time. You'll become my personal slut slave."

"Shut up!" she cried out, "I don't... Ahhhh... I don't want this! I am not yours!" Monsters may have been able to tame her but she was not about to let some woman decide her fate. But, her body simply would not obey her wishes. She floated there as the woman continued to play with her breasts. Warm lips sealed over a nipple, tongue swirling slowly as she goaded the pink nub to come to full attention. The slow drag of that tongue sent shivers up and down the witch's spine. Kanoe bit her lip to stifle her groans as her breasts ached and pulsed while her nipples throbbed from the constant attention.

The woman sighs and steps over to a cabinet taking out a ball gag and puts it over Kanoe's mouth. "I think you need to be kept quiet until you learn to accept this. But don't worry, I'll still be playing with you." She says bringing her mouth back to those orbs, her free hand moving down parting Kanoe's legs and lightly rubbing her fingertips over her sex. "Already so hot and moist here. You should learn to be more honest like your body. It knows what it wants." She adds doing the same thing to her clit.

"Mph!" Her voice sealed, the student could no longer sound her protests. The woman went back to what she was doing before. Lips sliding around an engorged teat and licking it slowly. Every lick left the nub aching for more as it throbbed and became engorged with hot blood. Fingers slid down between her thighs. The unseen forces caused her legs to part slightly, giving the woman easy access to her heated entrance. She was only slightly moist as the woman had only gotten started. Kanoe shivered but her body still refused to move. Her bound hands were still in front of her. But not a single finger could be raised in defiance. Her voice sealed, no words or incantations could be chanted. Kanoe's eyes shut tight as fingers traced over her hooded pearl, goading the clitoris out from hiding. How long would this crazy woman keep this up?