The book bag plopped onto the floor near the door and she emptied the hidden pockets on her skirt onto the small table beside the door. Another boring day, man life was less interesting now that she had to toe the line. There was always the threat of punishment coming at any time without warning too that she had to be cagey of.

Her duties as the Student Council President was a farce and if she could not consider how to win back some of her power soon she just wouldn't run again next year. It stung her to loose power but to hold a position that the power was taken from was just as bad too.

She had Chemistry home work but that could wait. She was such a wiz at it that it barely took her completing a question before answering it. Etolie went into her bedroom thinking over her plans to get the student council back on track. She moved about her room, jotting a few ideas as they came to her then glancing at the small book shelf that held a dozen or so movies she took from home. Some of her favorites. Eh? What was that one? A home movie of sorts. She placed it in her portable DVD player and realized near instantly what it was.

It was her in the focus of the camera looking at it. A 9” yellow dildo in her hand.

“- Just frigging film it, God.. Amy!” The tape had missed her first exchange with the blond. The camera panned o a tee where here was a brunette girl tied and gagged to it.

“Zoom in.”

“I am, I am.”

(A half an hour prior.)

The demon had made a bargain with Vera and it so far had proven to be fairly unrewarding. The demon had perused her personal records on students using the terminal he had been shown during their last encounter going through many that stirred his loins, but few that truly peaked his interested. As he went he read their infractions and their brief bio's. Pages and pages passed before his eyes. He had to give it to Vera, if there was one thing she certainly was it was thorough.

As many who have stared at a monitor for extended periods of time can attest, eye strain, and minor headaches began to strike. The demon blinked rapidly looking away and rubbed his temples. The strain of his work, on top of his most recent dealings with a pesky ADD spy had driven him here for much needed relaxation, pleasure, and stress relief/release.

Eyes finally cooperating and refocusing, he returns his green catlike gaze to the monitor. He turned the page and sighed, before clicking on the next record. As he read a smile spread across his face. Class president, in need of monitoring and severe punishment for any infraction of rules. Not to be given an easy time. Sounded perfect. Someone probably prim and proper as well as popular. Little did the demon know how wrong his guesses were as he set off to her dorm room on file...

She watched with baited breath. Etolie had forgotten that she had this vid, the only recording she ever made. Off camera was Amy and this was pre Shokushu. What was the girl's name … Terry, Taylor, Tina, Trinity, that was it! She remembered it was an odd name.

Oh look there was the 9” yellow dildo, Mister Happy, being used on a restrained girl. Some additional groping … it ate at her that she couldn't do this sort of thing any longer. It was so hot, a good way to relieve stress and not be the victim all the time too!

She sat there on the bed watching the DVD … when had her hand wandered beneath her skirt? Fingers slipped beneath green panties dashing over her clit, she moaned a little, a soft moan as her second hand began unbuttoning her top, the swell of her chest rising and falling with each intake of air...

It didn't take too long to find the room in the record. He made his way using his camouflage to bend the light around himself so that he moved nearly invisibly, the telltale shimmer around his massive form distorting slightly was the only telltale of his passage.

Soon he arrived, just in time to find the door shut and locked. A little disappointed, he knew patience was the key to any situation, and in this case any door. Before long his presumed target passed to the doorway and open the portal to her room. Slipping silently behind, he watches as she deposits her belongings. This was his first good look at her.

She wore the wonderful (for the islands special guests, not so much so for the students) mini-skirt and dress to uniform of the islands student body. She had short brown hair, blue eyes and a pretty pale complexion. He watched as she set about selecting a movie to watch, placing it in the DVD player that was portable.

The demon was delightfully intrigued as the picture came to life. A yellow sex toy, and what appeared to a brown hair girl bound and gagged, tied to a tree. Shuffling closer careful not to make noise or draw attention he peered over her shoulder at the strange movie. Had he run into a monster of a different sort? One whose tastes paralleled his own?

The demon watches as his prey went about readying herself for his attentions, unaware she was even doing so, confident in her solitude. Her slender hand dipped into those soft green panties and she began removing that fine shirt.

Wondering whether he should join in the fun or see what he was dealing with, he opted for the latter option. Not more than two feet behind her, he watched as she began to play as the images unfolded before both of their eyes. His torn between the girl in front of him on the tiny screen, and the same girl, slightly older and more womanly, who began pleasuring herself.

Etolie was unaware that she had an intruder so close to her. She was lost to the moment, the nostalgia that would be denied to her for the remainder of her stay here least she be punished even worse. Her pride stung at that and the only reason she had no wiped her own memory of it would be to avoid that situation again that would only play out again and again with no end to the cycle until matters were made wore.

“UH!” A soft cry as she pushed those fingers inside of herself just as the younger her teased her victim with that dildo, pushing it into her pussy, on the close up it was clear that Etolie had pulled those panties aside and was inserting the lubbed up toy inside her part way to the cries of the restrained girl.

“Slower?” And the pace got slow then the girl began steadily crying out as the dildo moved quicker. “Or faster? Oh, you like that you little bitch!”

Meanwhile Etolie squeezed a sensitive breast, moaning out again as her fingers slowly press into her moistening folds.

The demon watched entranced as the video continued to play. On the screen the younger Etolie had pulled the helpless girls panties to the side and began slipping the yellow sex toy softly into her victim. Soft mews and moans slipping out from behind her gag, and she teased her with the instrument. Her wrist slid the hard plastic in and out of her sensitive sex, helpless to fight, or helpless to contribute to her own release.

In front of him the brunette gasped her own quickening of her pleasure as she watched her past depraved act unfold. Her scent filled the air as her juices began covering her digits as they traveled into her warm privates. School dress shirt unbutton her other hand began squeezing her sensitive flesh held in by her bra.

As the demon watched both scenes unfolding he could feel his loins stirring. His own thoughts as depraved as the monster he viewed on the screen. Perhaps that moment as she raped the poor bound girl had somehow lead her to this moment in time. Karma Slimer knew could be a real bitch.

“Hold the camera still.”

“I am. Etolie, we should get out of here what if someone comes here? What if -”

“Don't be a bitch, Amy. No one's going to come. Thanksgiving Day … and there's much to be thankful for, isn't that right sweaty?”

She pressed the toy deeper and quicker into her smiling as she did so.

While back in the dorm Etolie moaned out again, pushing the cup of her bra beneath a breast to make direct contact with it, her eyes closing briefly as she tilts her head back to face the ceiling as she shivers.

“OH GOD! OH YES!”

The demon watched as the girls on screen continued the sexual assault on the unknown girl. As he did so he started to get a sense of who his own victim truly was. She was clearly the one in control, domineering, the one who said damned be the consequences, she was in control. He knew the type very well she was in fact a creature after his own heart. She was getting off not on any act of pleasure, although that was certainly a factor, it was the utter control she had over her pet.

Meanwhile in the dorm room it was clear the experience and memories were enough to drive the young Etolie to new heights of pleasure. He watched, and as she leaned back and yelled. Her bra dropped down below a breast to expose her glorious tit, her hand needed to feel her flesh. The hand squeezed gently, caressing the treasure so recently freed.

The demon decided it was a perfect time to introduce himself. He knew she was in the throws of her needs, expecting isolation, as these human woman seemed to be ashamed of being seen as the carnal creatures they were. Propriety above all else, a belief in true control over their futures, and for most a sense of entitlement and belief that they were special, doted upon by some divine being who cared for them above all else. This one though, she was unique and perhaps caution should be taken, but he was confident in his abilities.

The demon appeared to sight, dropping his camouflage. Need a hand? With a grin showing his larger than normal canines, he asked his question knowing that her fate lied in his hands, roles reversed, Etolie's immediate and long term futures purely a thing of his whims.

“UHHHHHH!” She cried out as she hit one of her sexual peak, panting as her own tight muscles closed about embedded fingers as she felt those tight muscles closing about him as she pants and slowly draws her fingers out to rest a hand on a thigh, the other releasing her breast.

“SHIT!” Her eyes snapped open, that was close. She fell from the bed as she jumped though she twisted as she fell, gazing back at him as she gestured quickly fluidly. She had few spells in her repertoire and knew that two of them were very limited but had a brief dazing effect.

Her sleep enchantment might give her a few seconds to make it to the bed room door. Then what? She would deal with that later, first things first. Of course he was close, perhaps too close as he gazed at him while falling back, certainly not naked but indecent ...

The demon watched as she reacted, startled to find her expected private space invaded by an intruder. She fell off the bed and quickly regained her feet shuffling backwards. He could see her fight or flight response taking hold, as the adrenaline surged through her young body, its effects as powerful as the endorphin rush she had experienced from her delicate hand a few moments before. Behind her the DVD continued playing, while she made some strange gestures with her hands. Not completely unfamiliar with magic he was rather amused, the island had proven to weaken the magic of its students to the point of being ridiculous in wasted effort.

Still, the demon had been surprised before, and decided not to take too many chances. He shuffled around the bed, not in a great hurry, using his four legs to propel himself gracefully and confidently. He placed himself directly in her path to get to the bedroom door.

His large 2 foot wide tail swayed above his short, spiky, brown haired head as he moved. His cat like green eyed gaze locked on her exposed form as he moved. It was comical to see her sexual-juice glistening hand waving about while her open shirt exposed one breast while her bra concealed the other.

I am here on behalf of Vera, checking up on you to ensure you are not violating any of the rules in place for the proper young ladies here. And if you are violating any, I am here to help correct that behavior... the demon lied calmly.

His eyes strayed to the video, only half of which was visible behind her, I believe that video might be a little outside normal expected behavior of the student body president. Perhaps we should view it with her and see what she thinks? The demon stepped a little closer, ready to activate his camouflage and vanish from sight should he need to.

This had been the first time that anything showed up in her dorm room. She just assumed that here and in class she was safe. It was mostly in those outdoor settings that she had been attacked, twice at the pool and most times at or on the way to the beach.

He interposed himself between the door and herself, her hands weaving still in the somatic gestures though even if she dazed him now the chances to get past him before he recovered. Then a name, hate and dread rushed through her at the same time, her sputtering words come to a halt.

“V-Vera.” Her eyes go wide, she knew about these things, of course that's why she hadn't addressed the Tidal issue, nor did she address it at all.

“I-It' an old Vid I just found! I haven't done anything since! I swear!” She had been on the other side of things often enough to know that begging and pleading did not matter all too often.

The demon smiled as her demeanor changed at mere mention of the headmistresses name. He watched as she stop her gesturing and stand flabbergasted. I think I shall be the judge of how many violations you have incurred and the proper punishments for them.

Walking straight up to her with his massive, muscular frame he stop directly before her. His large clawed hand reaches out and slips the bra back up over her exposed breast. Your attention to your appearance could use some work. The demon says chuckling.

Next, he turns his frame and in an act of confidence simply sits on her bed. He pats the blanket next to him, Sit, and lets review your contraband video here and see what punishment would befit a proper young lady like yourself. From what I've seen so far, your video borders on criminal activity.

And yours won't ... She bit back a retort knowing that it did her no good, her heartbeat could be felt in her throat as she gave him a hard look before doing back up the buttons of her shirt then moving towards the bed, sitting as she knew how useless it was to fight these things.

Ania had shown her just how quick and powerful they were. She sat back down on the bed, her eyes taking in the sights on the monitor. This was an excuse, it had to be though there had been no rhyme or reason to the attacks in the past.

She tries not to look at him as the monitor plays out her past transgression.

“So how many inches now you slut?”

A muffled response, tear glistening in the eyes of the captive. To this point she had been using about six inches of that toy. “Seven inches?”

The girls eyes widen in response as the toy is pressed into her with that same speed ...

The demon watched as she stared so hard at the unusual demon that he thought she was going to try and bore a hole through him with her eyes alone. Finally she moved, taking a seat next to him grudgingly and button up her school blouse. The demon was amused at the effort, the short skirts clearly designed by a male with easy access in mind, while tops had buttons for seemingly the sole purpose of being ripped open or for making the inevitable drawn out or painfully delayed.

His eyes went from her figure to the torturing monster on the screen. He compared the two images. Her figure seemed to have remained rather slender, although her curves had filled out nicely. Her hairstyle had changed to a shorter cut still a brunette (the demon wondered at some of their desires to change their hair colors like chameleons). Her eyes were still a striking blue. His skin was skin creamy white, maybe slightly more tanned from the sunny tropical island but it was almost an imperceptible difference.

On the screen, he watched as the toy rape continued. Etolie seemed to be revealing her true nature as she tortured the helpless unknown girl. Had she been an acquaintance, or even a friend betrayed, or was she simply a victim of opportunity?

Taunting her another inch of the phallic device slid inside the moaning captive. Etolie's slender hand slammed the device home over and over again.

“What was that?”

Etolie paused and seemed to listen. “Stop being a wuss, it's just a dog.”

With that disclosed she went back at her victim opening up the buttons of her shirt then pulling down the bra so it rested beneath those large breasts, D cups, that Etolie grabbed.

“Nice. What a set.” She kept pressing Mr. Happy into the girl (God it seemed as if she had that toy forever) as she began to engulf the other breast as she suckled it with her lips. “Eh? You lactate? Your not preggers but I've read that some women do regardless, guess you're one of the rare finds huh?”