No more begging for mercy, no more giving in to the easy way out. This is a matter of principle and morals. Diana did nothing to stop Clarice from grabbing her but glaring angrily back into her former mentor's eyes. "I don't hate you. I hate what you've allowed yourself to become. A tool. For the Clarice that I knew is dead, murdered in the dungeons of Shokushu High!" With a swiftness born of adrenaline, Diana's hand smacked away Clarice's. The pain began to slowly return, a vague tingling in her gut. She didn't care any more. Let the pain come, she welcomed the escape from this wretched reality. "It is not that my life is worthless, don't put words and thoughts in my mouth and head. It is that it is being wasted away in this place, being used as fodder to entertain disgusting, inhuman monsters! And you would allow this, betraying your race, in order to fight for something that isn't even worth fighting for." The next glare was directed at Vera. "You don't intimidate me. There is nothing you can do to me beyond hurting my body, my mind. But my soul is beyond your reach, harlot. Her glare returns to Clarice. "If this is what you're teaching, Clarice, then no, I don't need a teacher like you, telling me how to give up, how to surrender, how to join the very thing I revolt against. You are the anti-thesis of teacher, the anti-role model. In fact, you're the one that disgusts me. I don't need your mercy." The acid in Diana's voice was very apparent, her blue eyes hardened and steeled. The adrenaline continued to rush through the woman's veins, her heart throbbing as it struggled to pump thickened blood. "And one last thing. People aren't coloring books, Clarice. You don't get to paint them whatever color you want." Diana closed her eyes, took a deep breath and waited. The consequences were coming. Let them come.

"Your soul is beyond her reach?" she replied, "Dear, once you gave up on your life you lost your spirit. You are merely a useless shell now, a husk. Your soul is no longer in your reach, brat. Since you are so eager to throw away your potential and life away, so be it. Clarice, do as you wish with this one. She has given up her life so now that life belongs to you. If she wants to be nothing but a useless doll drowning in some sort of mental haze, grant it. Break her however you wish. If this student has no interest in becoming an effective human being in the future, you will just have to make her into an effective object then."

Even Vera's blood began to boil some from these constant outbursts. The woman was lashing out at everyone even a former friend and teacher. Though she fully expects Claire to respond in kind to these verbal attacks, the Head Girl did not want to sit there and watch her Prefect be treated that way. Saying her part, she decided to leave the rest to Clarice for now. This was a bond she did not wish to come between. It will be up to the Prefect to decide if this bond was worth mending or breaking forever. Either way, Diana was breaking the rules and she will be punished. That was absolute and no amount of begging would change that now.

Tired of watching this useless woman flail about on the floor and hearing the useless whining, the Head Girl returned to her work for now. She only kept a slight eye on the matter. As she said before, this will be a learning experience for Clarice and this lesson would require to make some difficult choices. But with how things were going so far, Vera had some faith in her precious little Prefect.

She didn’t even turn to Vera as the woman spoke freely of what she thought should be done before she went back to typing up reports and organizing records of students. Clarice felt like she was drowning in a pool of indecisive thoughts and feelings. She knew it what needed to be done, but despite being so willing to follow Kanoe in the darkened path of magic and arcane ways Claire knew she still had some form of morality within her.

But that shred of keeping to guidelines she had been taught by her Catholic parents did little to sway her from Diana needed and would certainly be deserving of now. All this big talk had stirred emotions in her to a point she could see herself beating the blonde a pulp. But even in her blood boiling state she knew that would do little but give Diana some form of martyr passion for what she believed in. But perhaps the most confusing thing about all this is Diana’s timing in the matter.

“What I’ve become?” she asked rather dumbly, blinking at the woman’s insensate outburst after outburst of what she had allowed herself to be and why the woman now despised her apparently, “Are you being serious with me or this just a game to you? I’m not the one who let curiosity run rampant with one stupid decision after the next… and you have the impudence to lecture me? Diana… you can’t even follow what you go on and on on about. Since you're so insistant on having such a stupid idealistic way of thinking then allow me as your former teacher and tutor to educate you why you will get nothing but pain and misery from being counter-productive.”

It amazed her how this woman had the nerve to tell her that her decisions in what she has chosen were wrong like Clarice was the one who needed to be taught something. She knew she was still learning of this whole Prefect criterion, but the blonde spouting words of fighting against Shokushu for reasons this conversation didn’t have any part of was ridiculous. The woman needed to stop talking and look at the bigger picture, but with such a closed-mind Claire could only sigh in utter bewilderment.

“If I ever meet another hypocrite like you, I will be sure to be direct and immediately show them the error of their ways before they apparently try to make the entire situation like them being the martyr and I’m the stupid soldier following orders to nail them to the cross. There is a person in this room that needs to change their decision making and I’m certainly not the one who’s jeopardizing my health here.”

Shrugging off the woman’s heated words with little sadness, she takes the chair opposite of Vera’s desk and turns it around so that as she was sitting she could be facing the ranting blonde, “It is far too late to cry out morals and principles when you had every chance to do so before but even now you seem to not realize it,” she spoke in a teaching manner, holding up one index finger and then slowly pointed it towards the raging mystic, “It only takes one rape to become a rapist… it only takes one murder to become a murderer… why shouldn’t it be one time snorting makes you a druggy? There are a few reasons you were brought up here to convey your understanding of what you did wrong and even now you’re too wrapped up in ‘I’m right and no one can tell me otherwise’ to even notice. I brought you to Vera so that not only could something be worked out for your record, but also for rehabilitation.”

Even now, although Diana was refusing to even pay attention, the pain was not just from the drug the Prefect had injected into her, but it was very vague and easily ignored for now. But Diana would learn the error of her ways and would probably come crawling within the week’s end. Sadly enough, it was only Monday after all.

“It’s amusing how you think pain will be the only factor in your correction my little student. What you put in your system is a drug that acts as a conduit to the receptors of your brain, feeding you the mixes of emotions and feelings of want and need. In other words… Vera and I were going to put you on a prescription to counter-act your addiction that will come from that simple mistake you made. You want to try and fight a system you can’t escape from then be my guest, Diana. If you don’t need my mercy then you should be fine handling your withdrawals by yourself or until you breakdown and try to find the thing that you are in this room for. You put so much into your body I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve become addicted to it. It’s just like junk food; one time of it makes you want more and more to satisfy your urge.”

Clarice could only shrug and hold up both her hands in a weighing fashion before she simply sat and waited for the blonde to drop in agony then correct her for misgivings. This wasn’t at all going to be simple for her or Diana, but the latter had put herself in this position in the first place. The fact she is trying to put blame on someone else other then herself was mildly entertaining, but it was so like a drug-addict or an alcoholic to cry that they weren’t the ones with the problem.

“You can stand there and banter all you want, but both Vera and myself will not be moved by it because I doubt Vera listens much to stupidity as I do. Keep calling me a harlot and a betrayer of human kind. It’s not like I’ve never heard it all before and funny enough you think instead of compensating and modifying your behavior so that YOU AREN’T targeted, you throw yourself in the spotlight again and again for this system your revolting against to correct the trail of idiocy you leave behind. I can take the punishment I will be handed with by Vera on a later basis because I accept what my decisions are and yet you continue to cry treachery from me when you betrayed me long before this conversation took place. Realize your mistakes already and seek understanding before I will be forced to nail you in the corner you painted yourself in.”

Turning her head to Vera, she kindly asked where a lot of the tools she would need to correct Diana were. Bondage rope and tape were always ready in Vera’s office when a student apparently couldn’t wait for punishment to come in the basement. There were also wrist and ankles restraints for those who attempted to rebel for stupid reasons they couldn’t even follow themselves. Being called names didn’t used to have such an impact to make Claire angry, but now all words ever did was hurt and fervently piss her off, especially when they came from a total hypocrite.

“You are lucky, though, as much as you wish to claim yourself victim and nothing else. Most people… hmm… I guess usually have two or three chances to redeem themselves before they strike out… but you had four. You don’t still seem to see that my punishment could’ve been easily avoided after all. You had your first decision with curiosity and then three more in my presence. You could’ve at any time refused trying your luck with the pouches I put before you but instead you thought that your options were so limited when I even gave HINTS EVERY TIME you made a decision in my presence. Even now you can decide to change your attitude and seek a better understanding of how not to be in this position again or as you like to put yourself, the poor victim of injustice.

You just be happy it is me who will punish you and not someone else. No matter how you try to change my opinion, if not me, someone else would be in this place ready to correct you. At least you and I both know I still care for you despite your want to blame me for every single mistake you’ve made. Any retribution you receive from me will be your own fault since you decided to blow this outburst you had at the beginning far out of proportion then for what it truly was. Or maybe you are more deceitful then you let on. In any case, this hole you’ve dug yourself in could’ve been avoided if you had decided to not see what a druggy feels like.

You have no one to blame but yourself and I’m tired of having to explain this all to you and still feel like shit for doing so. I may have failed you at some point for being a teacher, but I will not fail as an executioner. You can say whatever you want, but in the end you’re still the one wrong. You just be it is me who will punish you and not someone else. I’m done teaching you by word at this point. Just because you don’t believe in this school’s structure does not put you above the simple rules it makes you follow. Being caught under the influence and such oblivious disrespect to those who try to help you will not be tolerated by any means.” Every single explanation she had to put before Diana was enough to make even Clarice light-headed from talking so much and she was the one usually blabbering on and on about stupid things. At the very least she won’t repeat herself unless absolutely necessary. Still, it was hard to believe she had to show every detail of Diana’s faults that she quite obviously continued to ignore before punishment can ensue.

“The only thing I’m sad about is that I’m going to have to break you in order to mold you as a proper student since you won't listen to simple reason. But maybe this is a blessing in disguise for denying yourself any medicine for withdrawals you’ll have and you will have them. Quitting cold turkey may be the best thing for you… but I had hoped to help you in each step down by being your friend and teacher. But you deny my help because you believe I am the one who has no right to correct you. I can keep going on and on, but I feel I’m wasting my breath on you when you decide to not listen, Diana. You’ll have a few more minutes before you legs and arms numb and you can’t do anything for awhile after that. But I will have plenty of time to show you that the only one who is counter-productive is you… and it will always be you until you change.”

Such a long explanation should’ve been so much shorter if Diana had only listened and did as she was told from the very beginning of entering this room. Instead all she wanted to do was make Clarice out to be the criminal in this matter, but the blonde’s way of thinking will soon become a thing of the past. She will change this woman’s attitude even if she has to break every single one of Diana’s hopes and naïve dreams of being the better person.

Laughter. It started as a soft, inaudible snicker, grew into a a muffled giggle and at last into full out laughter. "You really believe this crap that they're spoon-feeding you, don't you?" She shook her head and crossed her arms across her chest, feeling the heat rush through her body. Throbbing pains began to grow in her gut as her liver attempted to remove the poison from her body and failed, the fluid surging through her veins at an even quicker pace now. She could feel numbness overcoming her legs and she spread them apart slightly, simply for the sake of keeping the feeling in her slender limbs. "Do you have any idea what you're saying, Clarice? Are you blind and deaf? Can't you see what's happening around you? LOOK!" Diana's hand waved towards Vera's desk, towards the documents, the photos, the profiles. "What do you think you see there? Someone trying to classify and keep up to date student records? Or someone preparing a data base of targets?" Her breath was seething, her lunges were struggling to inhale faster and deeper in order to get the proper amount of oxygen.

"You keep saying I'm lucky to have you as my jailer, you keep insisting that I'm the lucky one for having to see and experience what you've become. What is the real torture, Clarice? What is worse? Being tormented by an experienced masochist with tools that can only reach my body or an inexperienced girl with the power to reach into my very heart? I know my decision, as I'm no stranger to my body being attacked and used." Diana took a few deep breaths to get herself steady again. She spoke softly now, "you are right, perhaps I am a drug addict. Perhaps my brain is now sabotaged for life unless I can summon up the will power to fight it. Once is one too many times. I told you, I accept what I did, I know that it was wrong and careless. The time for guilting me into shutting up is past, Clarice." A hate-filled glare speared at Clarice's eyes. "If you're going to resort to rape, then here, let me make it easier for you." In a fluid motion, the blond had pulled her shirt over her head and thrown it aside onto a nearby chair. "Come on! Do it! Take me in the name of your precious Head Girl!" A satisfied grin overtook Diana's features as at last the drug's numbing effects began to become truly felt. Her knees shook as she struggled to keep herself standing. "You may break me, you may remake me, but you'll just be recreating a shell. Do it, then. Shatter me and reforge me in the image of what you believe I should be. But be warned, that I won't be the woman you once knew afterwords, and you will only have yourself to blame--", before finishing her sentence Diana collapsed to the floor as at last her legs gave out. She hadn't realized it, but she'd grabbed the corner of the desk to support herself. Now she was splayed on the ground, eyes heavy lidded as she struggled to remain awake, the only feeling coursing through her body was the feeling of her heart thudding against her rib cage, struggling in its quest to pump thickened blood through her body.

"Listen to yourself, brat," Vera said coldly, "You are becoming paranoid over nothing. Yes, I have seen your file. I see all files of students who collect demerits. It is my job to correct students and ensure they can return to class without gaining more demerits. I do not need a file to make a target, that student's actions and choices does that for her just as your choice has led you to this situation." The Head Girl rose to her feet and walked around her desk to Diana. Her hand gently cupped a cheek and stroked it. "You are even admitting it that you knew what you did was wrong. Your punishment was complete and Clarice just wanted to ensure I knew you had learned your lesson. This masochistic torture as you call it is a small price to pay compared to what you would have had in an ordinary school. Do you really think any other school besides this one would keep a student like you after the laws you broke. You would have been turned over to the police and your record would be permanently scarred for life. Here, our punishments are harsh but at least you are not in jail or worse. Hate me if you wish, most prefer to have a target for their frustrations. But know that you are the one who called yourself an empty shell. You are the one who took the drugs. And you are the one who decided it was better to lash out at us and prolong your punishment rather than merely apologizing. Yes, it does take alot of paper work to ensure a student is not thrown in jail. There is a security station that would hold you if they got a hold of you. This option at least allows you stand back up and continue walking forward. Do you really think screaming at us and tearing your uniform off is a way to walk forward? Not even other colleges would tolerate such conduct. You would have been expelled immediately."

"Clarice, give her the antidote," Vera continued calmly, "If she wishes to scream her hate, let her. If she wishes to keep going around in circles due to her own paranoia, let her. All you can do now as her mentor is decide what to do with her. This woman is a danger to herself especially with the ability to channel magic. Use your own judgement and decide a suitable punishment for her conduct and for indecent exposure on campus. You are not to drug the woman any further, it is not helping the issue. You know very well you will have to take extreme measures to ensure this woman does not go to jail. Unless you merely wish to discard her. This is your responsibility. You are a Prefect and this student has broken a number of rules, are you just going to sit there and let this one scream at you?" Her eyes narrow slightly at Claire as her hand slipped away from Diana. Loyalty was one thing but right now her Prefect was just sitting there and doing nothing. And it seems the punishments earlier were not appropriate for the crime committed, she would have to do some corrections herself after this was over with.

“I understand, Vera. Thank-you for focusing my attention on the matter at hand. I was wondering if I would ever see Diana be quiet for a small amount of time," she responds very softly to the Head Girl.

Clarice simply sighs and just continues to sit in the chair as the woman struggles to breathe normally through the mix of pain and stimulation she was now experiencing. It was sad to her that she had to be so cruel with drugs to shut Diana's mouth up since she decided to show some ignorant rebellion to people who were simply trying to help and undo what she had done to herself and her record. Even now she still sat and watched the young blonde writhe on the ground in pain before she did as Vera asked. But it was only after she took ankle and wrist restraints to Diana did she even begin to think of giving her the antidote. With locks on either side that fit all nooks in Vera’s room, Clarice could have the woman dangling above the ground or be confined to being on the floor she was writhing upon. She decided the latter and confined Diana to the floor securely with magnetic hooks and loops to have Diana splayed before herself and Vera.

After securing her as such did she move to the woman’s mouth and forced it open to make her take the antidote and have Dian’s lungs un-seared by pain so she could begin speaking again. But Clarice could only stare coldly down at the woman and put a finger to her own lips to request she be quiet for a moment.

“As far as I’m concerned, you’ve changed so much since the basement that I find it amazing you managed to keep this entire pint up rage and hatred from me despite the fact we’ve spent some time together. My reasons for this are of no concern to you and by screaming and yelling at me you do nothing but further my resolve for what I’m doing. The Diana I’ve known has never acted like such a blubbering fool, but I accept everyone has their mistakes they make. Yours will just cost you your sight and my view of your face since I don’t feel like looking at you much anymore.”

Swiftly does she bring a form of mask out into the blonde’s line of sight. It was obviously made to blind nearly half a person’s face and Diana got a very up close and personal look at it by having it slipped right over her eyes. Once that had been taken cared of, Claire rose to walk over to where Vera’s box of tools was and dug further into the package for specific items she would use.

“It would be wise for you to understand your position and make a choice of whether you would like me to deal your punishment or the security station. Continue to be difficult and I’ll just have to take Vera up on her offer because frankly I am putting far too much energy into trying to get through your thick little head,” she spoke rather calmly before walking back over to Diana with the box in hand. Since Diana had been so kind as to strip for her, Clarice leaned down and gently took a breast in hand, squeezing the orb quite uncomfortably before holding it still as she positioned a clamp to possibly snap over her nipple.

“Since you seem to understand what you did wrong perhaps you wouldn’t mind reiterating what the rules prohibiting narcotics and disrespecting authority are, Diana. Confess what regulations you’ve broken and why I shouldn’t send you to the station for a more thorough interrogation, my little student,” she said very coldly, letting Diana feel the soft pricking of the clasp that would snap over her nipple if she decided to speak a word out of tone, “I’m waiting…”

It felt like a drill was being pressed into the back of her skull as she lost control of her body, her limbs twitching as her nerves were lit with burning pain. As the flames of agony licked at her very muscles and the core of her chest, her teeth began to gnash at her lower lip, eventually bursting the lip and causing a dribble of blood to run down the side of her cheek. Suddenly she felt soft relief from the heat on her wrists and ankles as the cold, metal restrains covers her joints. Diana felt nothing crawl down her throat as her feverish body refused to send messages to her brain other then those of pain and misery.

She swallowed as her mouth dried and suddenly realized that she had regained control of herself. Her chest heaved as she struggled to gulp down air. The stinging in her lower lip became apparent from where she'd bitten herself. Her head still spun, her eyes were still heavy lidded and her vision swam. Whenever she closed her eyes, stars danced behind her eyelids. She could barely bring her limbs to respond to moving, so she wasn't surprised when her head tilted to the side and her eyes fell upon the dull, chrome glint of shackles. Her vision swam back up to the ceiling, Clarice's visage filling her line of sight. She opened her mouth to speak and a soft gasp left her mouth before everything went black.

There was a quiet that Diana waited through, her clouded and drugged mind struggling to regain awareness. Turned into the security outpost... The police... Expelled. Her tired mind only registered the consequences, her permanent record, how much she'd struggle to make a life for herself. The epiphany began as the resistance, as the rebellious rage and pent up anger, with no previous conduit, was finally siphoned out of the normally docile blond. With her anger and outrage, pent up over the two years she'd been here, finally gone, she had only fear left in her.

"I..." Diana rasped softly as she struggled to speak. She closed her mouth and swallowed again, moistening her throat with saliva. Then she gasped again as her breast was clutched in Clarice's hand. Ngh! A groan passed through her lips. Once Diana's still stressed mind heard Clarice's words, she broke into a cold sweat. The cold, hard truth of it was... "I-I... Don't know. I consumed a narcotic, I know that much. I..." Diana cringed when the clasp rubbed against her nipple, sending jolts up through her spine. "I spoke out of turn!" Her cheeks flushed as embarrassment at her brashness became apparent. "I don't know why you wouldn't send me. I would if I were in your position. Good thing I'm not, I guess." A sigh passed through her lips.

Clarice had seen many times of girls at this school holding back so much pint up rage and anguish until something jolts those emotions awake and sends the said girl into a rampaging fury of outbursts and insults. Diana apparently had her emotional walls busted and sent the flood of misery, anger, and hatred raging straight into a slightly unprepared Claire. She had experienced this out-bursting feeling, how she suddenly felt empowered to speak her mind fervently despite the damage it would cause. The inexperienced Prefect had never experienced being the target of such emotions, and the fact that her empathic ways could not be turned off only doubled the tension she felt from within the woman and it caused her to stumble over why Diana would be so brash and hysterical. But now that her raging emotions had been replaced by slight understanding and fear, she understood that despite what she knew she couldn’t back down from Diana’s torrent of words suddenly being absent.

Vera would recall this… this wall suddenly crashing down, but maybe in a lighter sense. She would remember how her only Prefect had absolutely no respect for her and her job, the hatred Claire could only send by a glare, but she had persevered through Clarice’s rebellion and had found herself a Prefect in the end. But it was a hollow victory for the Head Girl as Claire began to realize her utter disregard for the woman and what she was doing. This school-this elaborate setting of feeling like it was more a zoo then a building may warrant some hatred and want for it to be destroyed, but perhaps Claire’s hatred being directed at Vera was just… unnecessary.

A new feeling of power demanded the Prefect’s attention, however, and brought her deep train of thought to a screeching halt after Diana finished her scared piece of thoughts, but they were not correct at all. Clarice could only lie on her side next to the woman and played with the blonde’s nipple with the clasp she still kept open. “So this was all just emotions flaring about you that finally couldn’t take being withheld anymore…

I admire such tenacity and utter will it must’ve taken to keep such emotions back for so long. However, your words have still struck places they should’ve never touched and your timing couldn’t have been worse for the people you decided to rant and rave to. I do not think sending you out of my hair will give me better results except for possibly having a woman who now understanding the facts to become even more of a mad lunatic. So perhaps in a way you should think of this as a good thing to having me instead of more then one person deciding your fate. But still…” she trails off before letting go of clasp and allowing it to snap over Diana’s nipples without much mercy of simply pinching the nerves briefly before loosening up enough to where it wouldn’t break skin, “You know the rules of this school and to lie here and become scared because you know it’s either me or a group of men the will punish you will simply not fly with me. You need to realize how helpless you are in the matter or maybe I should start listening to past berating. You wanted me to take you on behalf of my ‘precious’ Head Girl did you not say so? You spoke of me breaking you and changing you to how I see you should be… either behave and do as your demanded or else… I will become the villain of your illusions.”

Another clasp was taken to the woman’s other button, threatening to close over the sensitive nub without much mercy as it did before. Claire was very serious of giving the woman her just desserts for the words she had spoken. Saying she merely spoke out of turn was an understatement to say the least. The woman would re-iterate why she was here in restraints and why she is considered a danger to herself and others. She would speak of what rules she had broken and why she should seek any sort of mercy. It was either that or the next clap would go to the only other nub that may less unkind to the pain by the thousands of nerves that sparked in the very tiny button.

“Speak Diana… you seemed so eager to talk… don’t start being silent now.”

The quiet before the storm, the taut and thick waiting that came while Clarice thought. It was almost as maddening as the drug that had coursed through the woman's veins, just barely counter-acted for the moment. Barely contained squirming was her only reply to the silence, as Diana tried her best to keep her blood flowing. The silence was even more terrifying then the speaking, for surely it meant brooding or the preparation of something cynical or vile. Diana quivered as she felt that ever-present threat rub against the mound on her breast, like a predator letting the fear ooze over its victim. Blood rushed to Diana's cheeks as Clarice spoke of admiration, of the incredible will it had taken to keep the hatred within. The amount of idiocy that it had taken to let it all out, now of all times. Oh, Diana, what have you gotten yourself into? She heaved a heavy sigh as Clarice began to reprimand her. She closed her eyes behind the blindfold and inhaled through her nose, listening to the woman's words. A cry of pain rips from Diana's lips as her breast is set alight with bright pain, tears forming in the corners of her masked eyes.

Diana's lower lip quivered slightly as she felt her other breast being caressed in similar ways, the cold steel drawing blood to the nipple to heat it. "I'm here because I disobeyed you... I'm here because I lied to you about intending to apologize to your superior, I lied to you about respecting your superior." She inhaled deeply, causing her chest to heave and the clasp on her sensitive button to shift ever so slightly, bringing a whimper form the blond student. "I'm here because I indecently exposed myself in public and before a figure of authority. Here because I insulted both yourself and Head Girl Vera. I'm here because I ingested large amounts of an illegal, narcotic drug." She swallowed this time, bringing moisture down her throat. She held her breath as she waited for whatever reprimand would come next, whatever torture would follow, whatever fault would surely be found in her confessions.

“So you can do as you’re told after all. That was very good, very good indeed, Diana. For that you get a reward for being obedient and understanding your mistakes…” she spoke in a soothing tone, closing the gap between Diana and Claire’s lips, giving the woman some relief from the heat her body was no doubt unable to let escape quickly enough. The kissing was short, however, as Claire pulls away to sitting up next to the restrained blonde. Eager to take advantage of Diana’s comprehension of her situation now, the woman’s free hands slide delicately between the blonde woman’s breasts and down to circling her belly-button before sliding up and doing so again.

“As good as you’ve been, I would imagine you’ve forgotten a lot of what you’ve said in your temper tantrum but everything…” she trails off, slipping a hand to rub very gently over Diana’s still un-exposed slit, her panties the only form of protection or perhaps hindrance for Clarice to fully give the woman any form of reward for her good behavior, “Everything must be accounted for. I still happen to think you have the potential of doing something right with your magic abilities, but I’ve sensed you’ve neglected such a part of you that your flow has all but been damned up completely. But I suppose it’s none of my business since I am no longer your teacher in the art. And apparently I’m no longer your friend, just a tool to be used by my precious Head Girl… I recollect you even called me a harlot, my little student? Such nice insults and rage… I wonder if I should just let you squirm about with your gifts or are you truly sorry and want me back as your teacher?”

“The choice is yours whether to seek understanding or not, but I do care despite what all you’ve raved about. I just happen to think you were stupid enough to let it out at this particular time, but idiocy does warrant some leniency and I’ll take into account most of what you’ve said you clearly didn’t understand so I suppose ignorance is a relieving factor if it could be one. But I haven’t forgotten completely, Diana and you’re going to have to help me disregard what I think I’ve heard if you truly wish to atone for your mistakes…” she explained very diligently, emphasizing by squeezing Diana’s bare breast and teased the end without much regard to what the woman might be feeling about being so helpless and not knowing what would come next with her eyesight blocked for the time being.

“I’ve still yet to hear some words to my precious Head Girl that we came up here for in the first place. These words better have some sincerity in them or else I’m afraid I won’t forget what you’ve said so hurtfully to me and Vera.”

Diana was silent and complacent when soft lips met hers, almost calmed by the most normal thing she'd felt in what seemed an eternity. When she felt Clarice's lips lift away from her own, she desperately followed with her own, not realizing it until her head gently returned to rest against the ground. She could feel the cold sweat run down her spine as Clarice's fingers caressed her chest, almost passively toying with her breast. She felt the warmth in her tender nether region grow as Clarice's fingers came dangerously close, practically touching it but for the undergarments protecting it. Biting her lower lip did little to ease Diana's nerves.

What had she gotten herself into? Guilt and regret began to well in her gut as she mulled over the fact that she might not be set free, that her captor was merely toying with her. Was it possible that Clarice had shed her very humanity in order to gain some semblance of control in her life? Rather then this reforging hatred within the blond, it frightened her. Even though her position had not changed much metaphorically, she was nonetheless in a much more vulnerable position physically and this affected her psyche. Where was the strong, rebellious, fearless woman within herself when she needed her?

"I--," she began, then swallowed again to moisten her throat and mouth. She heaved a heavy sigh and began speaking, "I'm sorry for what I said and did. It was foolish and thoughtless, not to mention ignorant and with baseless." She rolled her hips slightly, once again trying to keep herself from getting any cramps or having her limbs fall asleep.

It was finally said after so much useless struggling from Diana. Just an apology for Vera to show her understanding and none of this would’ve happened. And the fact she did it in front of the Head Girl left Claire with no room to give mercy unless she wanted to end up right next to the for being a pushover. But actually, for the first time having control so bluntly over someone gave her a rise she had never felt before and it was rather enjoyable for the short time she would do it to the vulnerable blonde. But she had not forgotten her humanity and it was by doing this she was preserving it for Diana and teaching her to not do such attention grabbing things or she would end up here again.

“You can be so obedient when you have to be, Diana. Was that really so hard to say or did you just want me to put you in your place?”

A simple touch to the woman’s lips ended with a finger lingering and circling around the poor woman’s wound she had inflicted upon herself a few moments ago. “You made yourself bleed, my sweet. Do stop doing that; it’s not as if I’m going to hang you for all you’ve done. Relax because you’re going to be in this spot for a little bit.”

Contrary to Claire’s gentle touches, Diana shouldn’t be led on too much that she was going to be set free immediately but rather left it in the air of how long she would be. It would truly depend on the woman chained up to make that call. The slightest tint of emotions the blonde mystic sees that would symbolize some rebellion she would crush it instantly. But she still found it to be a pity to have her in this position in the first place. Such avoidances only to end up in this position because she tried to show Claire some form of resilience to Shokushu couldn’t very well be tolerated.

As a reward for Diana’s admittance of guilt and regret, Claire calmly soothed what urges were coursing through the poor woman. Being helpless did many things to turn a woman on some times and the blonde mystic only knew too well of how wet one can get. It was obvious by feeling the woman’s damp panties of how her body felt to this ‘torture’. Two digits gently stroked up and down the poor woman’s slit before finally slipping into her panties to get such contact without the hindrance of the fabric. She was very gentle and calm, perhaps silently attempting to calm the restrained woman from being so shaken with fear.

But soon her fingers were replaced by an odd shaped gadget attached to some form of wire it seemed. Since Diana was unable to see she would not clearly understand what was being slid between her lips before finally left alone over her vulnerable nub. “Since you’re being good now allow to me award you. You seem so intent on wanting freedom, but really you are as free as you make yourself. Allow me to teach you that just because you’re in the position you’re in, doesn’t mean you should only be expecting painful punishment.” And with that, Claire could only close her eyes and tap on the button to the egg-shaped vibrator, sending immediate jolts to the poor woman’s clit and no doubt coming as quite a shock to the sudden stimulation.

Once more blood rushed to the woman's cheeks as her apology was heard and Clarice retook that caring, soft tone. It almost frightened Diana that something sounding so sincere could be faked by the woman when she felt like it. Was she doing it now? Was this authentic or just more manipulation of the weary blond? Diana felt soft fingers run across her mouth, lifting away the blood she hadn't even realized was there. Her lip stung from where her teeth had bitten into it. Then Clarice asked her to relax, as she was not going to be leaving any time soon. Fear once more began to well within the girl. What was she going to do to her that would take so long? She got her answer as those familiar, agile fingers crept their way once more to her damp entrance. She'd forgotten herself and she hadn't become aware of the stimulation that resulted from her breasts being touched, her nipple being crushed within the steel clamp. Her thighs instinctively pressed closer together at Clarice's touch, her fingers dubiously adventuring into her undergarments, stroking against her dampening folds. A quivering gasp left Diana's lips. She wanted to cry no, she wanted to beg for freedom, but she couldn't bring herself to. Self loathing began to creep into the back of her mind, but at the forefront of her thoughts was the moment at hand.

Soft, moist skin was stroked by cold, smooth plastic. Diana was unaware of what was being placed against her nether region and her paranoid mind rushed to fill her head with the most terrifying possibilities. A quiver of fear ran through the woman, as she steeled herself as best she could for whatever was to come. I guess her tone was probably a lie. A soft sigh escaped the woman's lips as she closed her momentarily sightless eyes. She could hear the softest of clicks and then stars began to dance behind her eyes. Diana's back arched, her hips bucked, her thighs clamped together and a cry of pleasure tore from her lips unwillingly. The unfeeling device worked its infernal effects on the woman, causing her to writhe and squirm on the floor as it vibrated against her most sensitive body part. As heat filled her body, warm sexual juices dripped from her stimulated nether region, pooling in a shallow puddle beneath her still clothed buttocks as her panties were soaked through.

Everything Clarice said was true and her words were sincere, but telling Diana that would probably not do much except make her seem soft. She couldn’t be soft now that Diana had belligerently insulted her and her superior. The woman had left her no room to be kind anymore and it really was her fault in the timing to let herself build such rage until finally exploding to the wrong people. But she could be slightly merciful did what she was told now, but even so Claire would have to be cruel in order to make the woman understand.

“Hmm… does it feel that good?” she asks curiously, a hand moving down to stroking the woman’s soaked panties, pressing the vibrating egg into her poor clit even more. She gently pulls her panties down only a little and takes the vibrator in hand. She was very soft and gentle, though the result would be the same. Parting Diana’s nether lips, she pushes the vibrator deep into the woman and lets her boil for a few moments. She takes the clasp that would be hugging the other woman’s teat and threatens to snap it shut around the poor nipple if she didn’t pay attention. And she made it difficult to pay attention to see if Diana truly would atone for her actions.

“Diana, I want you to speak very clearly to me of what you have learned. What rules will you never break again? Tell me why I should be merciful to you. If answer how I want then maybe I can relieve you of this tension you now have boiling inside your womb. Would you like that? Then I do hope you won’t give me a disappointing answer…”

Diana could barely hear the blond mystic's soft, curious words. She crushes her thighs together in an attempt to remove the object but only succeeds in pushing it closer. Diana immediately spreads her legs back apart and she lets a strangled gasp pass through her lips when Clarice smothers the bundle of nerves with the vibrating egg. She then presses it deep into her honey pot, bringing a scream of ecstasy. Diana's heated body feels the cold steel of the clamp against her nipple, softly grazing against the sensitive nub.

She barely heard Clarice's words, but heard them she did. Her body was quivering in ecstasy, on the very edges of orgasm. "I-I... Will never allow myself to b-be in the presence of a-any narc-c-cotic, I--" Diana's words were cut off as she had to struggle to catch her breath again, the little vibrator feeling like a little creature burrowing into her cunt. "I'll never sp-speak to you, V-vera nor any other Head Girl or... Pr-prefect in a disrespectful w-way again!" Diana bit down on her lower lip, her body once more quivering as heat gushed throughout her cunt. "Sh-show me mercy... Because I've learned my lesson!" Her words left her lips just as a moan of ecstasy rushed through the girl's lips. "And from n-now on I will respect the rules and report any such oc-ccurences immediately to the auth-authorities! I swear!" The tension was getting to her brain, the back of her neck was drenched in sweat. Diana's cunt was slobbering on the floor, leaving a puddle of sex nectar.