The twist of hair brings a whimper to Anna's lips, a desperate, hungry begging for more, pretty eyes rolled up desperately to Vera's face. "Yes Miss Matsumoto," she replies with immediate obedience. Eyes follow the senior girl with a keen curiousity as she steps to the door, leading the impertinent little cheer slut in. Eyes drift over Celia's nude body haughtily. Yes, she knows every curve of the girl's body, of course. A smirk plays on her mouth just briefly before straightening carefully, addressing eyes back to Miss Matsumoto.

And while Anna certainly could have thought of better ways to put her unruly tongue to use, the only show of protest to Vera's game is the faintest pout of dark lower lip. Full breasts bounce as she sinks her arms behind her back. She looks quite comfortable on her knees, quite clearly a natural and practiced pose for this girl, her arms folded behind her, thighs parted, palms flat between fanned legs. "Yes, Miss Matsumoto," she chimes, immediate. If all's fair, it's a test she should win quite squarely. Anna's no stranger to sex, perfectly willing to give it in trade without a second thought, but with that comes the advantage of practice. In their brief tryst, she could drive the narcissistic, sexually dull Celia to orgasm in no time at all. And she was thankful for Celia's lack of self-control. Pleasing the other girl was never something she looked forward to. Still, she couldn't look forward to a fair fight. If the Head Girl wanted her to lose, she had no doubt Vera would ensure she lost.

A gasp draws from her throat as Vera thrusts the toy into her with one smooth press of her palm, eyes slipping to half mast as she feels the long dildo rumbling steadily inside her snatch, thrumming against pink walls. Lips part in pleased moue, glazed eyes drifting to her competitor and distant in her mind is the questioning thought.... One orgasm for every article of clothing? Jesus, how many is that? Mmmm.... She tries to count but finds herself repeatedly starting over, unable to finish the numbers, cunt already growing slick around the silver toy, the thick butt just barely peeking past her lips, greedily held in place by vise-like sex. Her face is lowered, eyes settled on Vera's calf, an intermittent chorus of gasps and growls as the toy hones in on her sensitive spots. Christ, she's played with plenty of toys before, but as this dildo rumbles inside her, she finds herself already riding towards the crest of orgasm, cheeks pink, body flushed, fingers digging into the carpet in ecstasy as her juice dribbles around the dildo and spots the floor.

At least the woman knew how to follow directions. Now if only Anna was smart enough to follow directions without being asked. The woman seemed to enjoy being in this situation. The student's pose was perfect, on her knees with her arms behind her so her full breasts thrust outwards. Vera could sense the woman's confidence. Both of them knew in a fair battle of sex Celia would not last long at all.

Vera hid her smirk upon seeing how Anna's eyes were already glazing over. The student would learn that it was no ordinary vibrator. Already the sex toy was collecting data on Anna's reactions and how wet she was. The vibrations adjusted constantly, hitting the woman just right as it sped up and increased in power. The vibrator was perfect as if it was built just for the woman, attuning to her body and libido. The humming vibrations seemed to ripple outwards, focusing on the woman's precious g-spot and even reaching her swelling clit. Already the poor student was struggling, trying desperately to not be the first one to cum.

Celia was less hopeful about this game. She knew against Anna she had no chance. It was what she hated about the woman, always acting superior to her even in bed. The cheerleader was not sure she would even last for all those climaxes she would experience. Much like the woman beside her, Celia let forth a sharp cry as the humming toy entered her. Much like the other, this one was adapting and hitting her perfectly as well. Already, her eyes were glazing over. Eyelids flutter wildly as her head reared back. Her eyes crossed and began to slowly roll back in her head. Wanton groans sound from her throat as a hand reaches up and began to grope her firm breast. The other hand rested on her lower belly, feeling her insides tremble and spasm from the vibrator. Juices were already soaking her inner thighs as her hips began to buck forward at a steady pace. It took all of five seconds for the useless slut to be at the brink but the vibrator simply adjusted to the woman. She would not be sent over the edge on her own.

Vera continued to type away at her keyboard, the sound of both of them groaning was music to her ears. In her peripheral vision, she could see Anna's cheeks growing flush. Both women had already lost control of their breathing and were at the mercy of her toys. If they thought this was bad, the toys were still collecting data. When a woman climaxes with these toys, the data is immediately taken in and the vibrations will change to ensure the woman suffers a even longer and more powerful climax while building up another. It was a cruel snowball effect while on the other setting it would steadily adjust and increase the woman's arousal beyond the brink but never granting bliss. Even if Celia wins, she will suffer just as much if not more.

It's clear this is the kind of situation Anna is comfortable in. But then, who wouldn't be? Thighs spread, ass clenched, her body risen backward in a sharp, beautiful curve supported by arms twisted behind her, shoulders pushed back, breasts thrust upward, tongue peeking through wet pink lips, eyes distantly elsewhere as she bucks furiously against the ruthless efficiency of the toy. The rumbling vibrations seem to climb all the way up through her body, a blissful white heat that climbs like fire through her erogenous zones, nipples sensitive in the exposed air, pink nub of clitoris peeking to the light. Christ, she doesn't think she's ever been driven towards orgasm so explosively or so quickly.

"Uhn. Uhn. Oooooo!!!! Mmmmmmm Oh!" She can barely hear her pitiful moans through the heady wash of blood pounding in her ears, can't hear much of anything, can't hear the other girl's equally desperate squeals, can't even hear her own self think. She has plans in place of course, blackmail material to prevent Celia stepping outside her bounds in case Anna loses. The girl is too caught up in her little social clique, a ruthless little code of conduct that Anna can use to her advantage. When you have no shame, after all, there's little you have to lose. But those thoughts are lost along with the very thought of trying to win, and in fact the very awareness of being involved in a competition, as the wicked dildo rides her to ferocious climax. "Aaaahhhh-aaaahhhh-aaaaaahhhh-ah-ah-AH-AH-aaAAAHHHH!!!!!" Her hips thrust forward, teeth tightening over bottom lip, that thick dildo buried impossibly deep past her spread pink-nether lips, clitoris drawin back inward, sticky dripping mess pooling beneath her as she trembles in tense orgasmic pose and then sinks, melts. In the background, Celia's desperate moans continue, but from Anna, there's only the steady sound of raspy, quick, satisfied breaths, as the rhythmic series of contractions coursing through Anna's body, riding that dildo, start to slow.

But the glowing, blissful respite is too brief. Multiple orgasms are not uncommon for Anna, not with the right lover, but never like this. While her exhausted body, sensitive in wake of climax aches for reprieve, the toy continues its assault, ecstatically painful as it analyzes her responses in a cruel snowball effect. As the dildo becomes increasingly attuned towards making her come quicker, faster and stronger, the wake of the orgasm makes her body that much more sensitive, that much more responsive to the minstrations. Her whole body aches, as if she is aware of every nerve in her body, the mere presence of the faint breeze from the near window enough to leave a sharp sensation across risen breasts, skin tightened over supple form, but all of it nothing in comparison to the insistence of the powerful engine pressing with unrelenting consistency against her g-spot. She thrusts against it like an animal, strong clean strokes in instinctive rhythm with her new mechanical lover.

"Ahhnnnn! Ohhhhhh! Oh godd!" Celia was moaning almost as loud as the other woman. Her body was twitching violently. The cheerleader's insides were reduced to mush before the relentless assault of the vibrator. Luscious tit flesh molds around the woman's fingers as she squeezed and groped herself in a desperate attempt to relieve the heat and tension building inside her. Her other hand trembled, inching slowly lower towards her puffing netherlips. She felt like a dam ready to burst but the pressure just kept building.

The poor woman did not even realize she was winning as Anna's body convulsed in a monsterous climax. Vera could feel the heat from their auras. They were not fighting anymore. It was not even a competition anymore but just a showing of sexual submission for her amusement. Still, it was disappointing that even Anna gave in so quickly. The once sharp tongue was now being used to voice her bliss as she squealed her sexual delight. Hips were bucking hard, hoping to get even more of the vibrator inside the spasming passage. There was no fear of losing from this woman, just an undying desire for more. Was this what the student was hoping for when she was searching for Shai? A woman who wanted to be used and punished, a rather troublesome student to deal with. But if that is all this one wanted, perhaps there are ways to control those urges for her use.

Vera did not say anything upon the first of many climaxes sounding from Anna's glistening form. She continued to work on her reports while reading up on various messages and files sent to her by email. The Head Girl kept a casual count in her head though it was not needed. It was safe to say that soon the number would become irrelevant and this brat would soon be a slave to a cheerleader. That would show the slut that even as a slut, the woman was still lesser than others.

She rides the toy furiously like a rodeo bull, full hips pumping, the devil dildo rumbling wildly inside her, giving her the rough and relentless ride her body craves. She sinks forward onto elbows, mouth wide, tongue hanging free, grunting and grinning, bucking against her mechanical lover, threatening to drive it to exhaustion, her eyes locked disconcertingly on Celia's body, hands mashing breasts, thumbs brushing swollen nipples until, with furious whimper, she peaks, head thrown back, honeyed juices and dribbling slobber staining the Head Girl's immaculate carpet.

Sated, sprawled like the serpent in the garden, body recovering from the initial spasm, as the dildo continues its intrepid assault, her whole body a dull ache, her eyes glassy, smile sphinxlike, she takes in the surroundings. Eyes wander Celia with casual grace, gleaming dangerously despite the honeyed purr to her voice. "Don't worry," she comforts, "Everyone will know what a good slut I am to you." Celia hardly looks consoled, a mix of horror and panic beneath her mask of lust, caught in the purgatory of the perpetual cusp of orgasm. She knows, win or lose, the vixen in front of her will make her life a living hell. Anna's firm rear rises up then thrusts downward, driving the quivering toy full between her shuttering lips, smoky look turning to one of concentration as she settles back into rhythm.

Celia's was begging for release while Anna was sprawled out taking in each and every climax that was given. Soon enough the dildo adapted to woman's body and produced faster and more powerful climaxes back to back. Perhaps it would be a bit dangerous to leave the student like this though the troublesome student would probably die with a blissful smile on her face.

The game was over already so there was no point in delaying any further. Vera rose to her feet and walked over to Celia's trembling form. Her arms wrapped gently around the woman, whispering sweet comforts into her ear as she reached down and began to push the dildo with her finger. A few strokes a mere twist of the device and the cheerleader let forth a blissful wail as juices gush forth from her climaxing body.

She turned off the dildo and simply let the woman ride the waves of bliss as she moved over to the fallen Anna. The Head Girl turned off the device and pulled it out, leaving both women gasping and groaning on the floor. She allowed the now glowing Celia to get dressed while the beaten woman recovers enough to know what is going on around her. Both these pests were getting on her nerves and she would be happy to be rid of both of them for some time.

"Well, it seems the winner is obvious," she said finally when she saw Anna beginning to stir, "As stated, you will belong to Celia in mind, body, and soul until I deem it fit to release you. And no, everyone will not know what a good slut you are. Who knows beyond this room will be decided by your mistress. Should I find you spreading rumors and attempting to soil your mistress's reputation, I will personally ensure you never see the light of day again. Celia will keep me posted on your progress and should she deem you untrainable, I will send you somewhere that even a useless slut like you can be used until you are entirely spent."

If Anna had put forth the planning that she was attempting to avoid this punishment before coming to this room, there would have been no need for this game and punishment. Apparently this useless woman had no idea what she wanted. Perhaps a few weeks or perhaps months of servitude will open the student's eyes a little. If not, then she can just leave the woman as is since she wanted to be a slut in the first place.

For the longest time, she's spent, comatose, a drooling mass of puddled flesh sprawled across Vera's floor, sticky in her own cum, twitching and feverish, a quivering gasp her only response as the toy is finally wrenched free. Finally, she stirs, golden eyes following Celia's calves as the triumphant little tramp scampers around the room. They finally roll upward to Vera, momentary pause as her addled mind pieces together the woman's words. "Yes, Miss Matsumoto," is all she says. Celia, overeager, kneels down to tip Anna's chin up, patting her on the head like a dog. "Bark for me!" she chirps.

"Arf arf." replies Anna, deadpan. The sadistic gleam in her eyes sends shivers up poor Celia's spine.

Vera sighed softly. Not necessarily to the the command to bark but rather the emotions she sensed coming from Anna. "I suggest you lose that attitude and look in your eye, mutt. If I find that you have been scaring the woman to not take advantage..." she left it at that, "You both have already wasted enough of my time. You better hope that I do not see or hear from either of you in the future. Now, get dressed and get out of my sight."

There was some sense of triumph as both women had trouble moving after the intense levels of tension and bliss they had to endure. Celia's sex was still trembling, contracting with hunger. Anna was probably in a similar state though it was unknown if the woman had enough stamina left to do such things right now. Once both women were dressed, Celia was quick to lead her pet back to her dorm room.

Despite the cruel look in Anna's eye, the student had no choice but to obey. No amount of threats would protect her when Vera's threats also hung over the cheerleader's head. Though Celia was inexperienced, she was quick to begin her work on becoming a mistress. She ordered the other student to always call her mistress. To deal with the sadistic looks and glares, Anna was to always have her eyes lowered to her feet. That made things more comfortable as she asked questions and gave orders to her pet.

The only freedom Anna had was during her classes. After classes, she was to head immediately to Celia's room and begin cleaning. If any was even slightly off, the cheerleader would accuse the woman of stealing and threaten to report this disobedience to the Head Girl. She would teach Anna how to beg like a proper slave and seek her favor rather than her punishment. She would snap a collar around the student's neck to claim her possession and dress her up in rather revealing attire.

Celia took full advantage of her revenge. Even someone as unskilled as her now had plenty of time to learn what made Anna's body tick. The tortures ranged from painful to errotic, bringing new joys to the mistress as she learned to produce all sorts of sounds from her slave. Once the fear of retaliation had passed, there was nothing stopping Celia from fully training her slave to properly serve her.

The days went on. There was almost no point in counting them as there was no light at the end of the tunnel. The punishment would last until Vera decided it was enough. When that is, no one knew. As days turned to weeks, thoughts of being forgotten by the Head Girl came to Celia's mind. She may very well have a permanent slave for the rest of her time on Shokushu. The thought made her absolutely giddy.

It was approaching two months when finally a message was brought to Celia. She frowned and her hands shook when she was ordered to release her pet. Sighing, she knew it was hopeless in trying to keep her slave longer. She had no interest in trying to stand up against a Head Girl again. She learned that lesson months ago. Taking a seat at the table, she called her pet to her side. Frowning down at the woman, she stroked Anna's hair before revealing the letter. "Well it was fun while it lasted, mutt," she said, "Guess you are lucky the Head Girl remembered to release you. Now, get out of my room and leave the key behind." The letter would detail that Anna was not to retaliate against her former mistress and that the two would be separated for the most part. From here, the student was free to do as she wished.

The period of months that followed weren't fun by any stretch of the imagination, but they were at least managable. The first week the girls spend testing each other, Anna seeing how far she can get, Celia uncovering weaknesses to exploit over her tenure as Mistress. Yet, Anna quickly falls into step as consummate slave and for what it's worth, Celia shows glimmers of potential as a true sadist. Anna becomes her whipping girl, a means to release the tension built by Celia's catty circle of friends.

Anna's tact changes. While Celia may be off limits to her manipulation, the rest of the cheer squad certainly isn't. She plays the pliant pet and while at first it angers Celia, the constant presence of her pet eventually becomes a silent ear to vent to. Between the spankings, the cagings, the time spent as her Mistress' urinal and the long lonely weekends left gagged and bound while her Mistress is out at play, Anna picks up glimmers of second hand knowledge about the girls of the cheer squad. By the time she's finally emancipated, she's built a pretty robust picture of most of the cheer girls: the social dynamics, personal defects, indiscretions, and rules violations of their little Stepford mafia. She stores it all away in her head like a cub reporter, material to be used to her benefit at a later date, perhaps as blackmail material or a means to get into the Head Girl's good graces.

So, when she finally leaves, it's almost with a sense of melancholy. Almost. Celia certainly looks down-trodden but the period of absolute control has clearly done wonders for her. Confident, ruthless, and perhaps having picked up some tricks of social manipulation from Anna, she's poised to become head cheerleader. So with only the faintest hint of a smile, Anna curtsies, bows. "Thank you for the opportunity, Mistress." Eyes glimmer snakelike and as she sashays out of the room with a relieved sigh, she wonders if Celia might make a decent puppet dictator.

"Hmph.." Celia merely huffs and lets the woman finally leave her presence. She always hated how nothing seemed to bother Anna and the look in her eyes pissed her off to no end. But, she was at least protected from any sort of revenge and having a slave for so long had helped the cheerleader build up a level of confidence and willpower worth noting. She found it easier to take charge of situations and make decisions for the cheer squad. It was doubtful anyone would stand up against her should she step forward for the position of head cheerleader.

Vera had only kept some tabs on the situation. There were only minor complaints in the beginning with Celia and Anna pushing for more gain in their situation. But otherwise, they both were out of her hair and at least following the rules. With the slavery now over, the matter was resolved and she saw no reason to continue the punishment any further. She files the matter under their respective files as a note that these two students have at least one strike against them from past dealings. Hopefully Anna had learned her lesson as well and will think twice before waltzing into her office thinking a sway of the hips would be enough to earn her a position below her.

Weeks pass, then months, before Vera hears anything from the poor girl she so deftly humiliated. Not so much as a minor disciplinary infraction shows up in Vera's office. It would seem that Anna had learned a lesson, to stay away from the Head Girls by any means necessary. In truth, she's been biding her time, building a resume. The first order of business was to get back in bed with Celia, a scant week after their arrangement had ended. Celia, in the midst of establishing herself as a contender for head cheerleader, was vulnerable, desperate for intimacy outside her increasingly venomous circle of friends; and Anna presented intimacy without accountability, showing up at Celia's door so docile, a sleek femme who already knew every inch of the cheerleader's body and was apparently craving the desperate use she had become accustomed to. The relationship that followed was hardly the same but still comfortable. Anna was now not pet but tool, advisor and persuader, offhandedly suggesting recourse for the Machiavellan politics of Celia's circle over pillow talk, shared here and there among Celia's peers and as she let the short relationship with Celia cool, she found herself casually shifting beds, never more than a brief sexual partner but keenly picking up the slander and rumors whispered among the various girls on the cheer squad, each filed neatly away, a dossier of secrest and violations that might put an amateur spy to shame.

And as Celia ascended to head cheerleader, the two had settled into a relationship of amicable coolness. It was rare that Anna would crawl into her bed, but clear that she had a mountain of dirt to use against Celia and while she was forbidden from lashing out actively at Celia, the threat of mutually assured destruction similarly prevented Celia from making any moves against her. Still, Anna's advice was still valuable to the tenuously positioned cheerleader and Anna had her pound of flesh from the cheer squad, her leverage, the proof of her value to the administration. So the stalemate was amicable.

It's in the short span of winter break that Anna finally returns to Vera's door. She's dressed immaculately in uniform, but that's more the norm than the exception these days. The past couple of months have been characterized by a lack of incidence, a perfect conformity to dress code and behavior rules, a steady uptick in grades that signifies decent if unordinary academic achievement. It's doubtful Anna will ever appear on the dean's list, but her grades at worst hover around average. Aside from a few art shows, there's nothing on Anna's record over the past few months that would draw red flags from anyone. Folder tucked under her arm, she knocks softly on the Head Girl's door.

With nothing serious involving the cheer squad and Anna requiring the Head Girl's attention, the student could easily fly under the radar for any duration. Vera had better things to do than to keep watching past troublemakers. She had other matters and duties to attend to. Taking in reports and demerits from her Prefect and scanning through files to see was deserving further punishment and correction. Lacking extra hands to help out, she was forced to do what she could to keep her areas monitored while still attending any other tasks the staff and administration had for her.

With no student bound outside her door, Vera only barely felt a flicker of emotion beyond the door this time. Her guest could be anyone, student, staff, or.. other. Anna would earn a soft "Come in" and find that the door was unlocked. During class hours, she did not bother locking her door unless she truly needed her privacy. The Head Girl experienced some slight deja vu as she saw once again Anna approaching her desk wearing a perfectly kept uniform.

As the past matter was already punished and dealt with, the Head Girl had no reason to thrown the student out of her suite yet. Seeing the folder tucked under Anna's arm, she could only guess that this woman was here to try to earn her favor again. She truly hoped this one was more prepared than before or else she would have to think of a far worse method to remove Anna from her presence.

Her heart skips. There's a momentary pause before the door cracks open and she slips through. Back to the wall, she wears a pair of black librarian frames perched on her nose, hair raised in a bun. The thick purple streaks combined with the size too small uniform clinging to her buxom form makes her look more like a specialty stripper than a young scholar. The sly twist of her lips suggests she's aware. Teeth catch bottom lip as eyes slowly lift to Vera, her interest in the woman barely concealed. In the middle of the holidays, the building may well be empty but for the two of them. The sound of girls playing in the snow outside rises distantly through the window. There's the pause of a few heartbeats as Anna's eyes skim over the other woman's desk, settle finally on her face.

"May I take a moment of your time, Miss Matsumoto?"

(Hee! Wrong tag... Sorry!)

((It's alright. I do it all the time))

Anna had come with some changes to attire. The bun of hair and the small wire frames seemed almost unnatural on the former troublemaker. But the streaks of color in the otherwise well kept and controlled hair did add a sort of exotic look to an otherwise predictable appearance. If it were not for the sly twist of the lip and the faintly familiar feeling in the woman's aura, this student could have passed as someone else entirely.

Matching the woman's gaze with her own, the question was asked. At least this time the student was polite enough to ask before wasting her time. With the holidays coming, her work load has lessened some and she could afford dealing with this one assuming it proves to not be too bothersome. "You may," she replied, "I trust I do not need to remind you what will happen if you play games with me like before, Miss Lenox. If you are aware of this, then say your piece."

"How could I forget?" Lips tilt upwards, almost as if in fond reminiscence. She circles around to seat herself across the desk. The folder, a plain, non-descript manila affair stuffed thick is set neatly on the desk, arranged symmetrical neatly with polished nails before she settles her hands back in her lap. Fingers smooth the short skirt over her thighs until the hem nearly touches her knee. Eyes flick up to meet Vera's, head canted, brow arch. "I wanted to start by thanking you for your disciplinary action." Sweet smile, big guiless golden eyes. It's possible she's been taking acting lessons. "At the time I didn't entirely understand, but I recognize now you were just looking out for my best interest. I learned a lot... I believe myself and Celia both have, as a matter of fact." On a second glance there's something keen, almost predatory in those attent eyes.

She clears her throat, as if anticipating the impatient stare she's bound to get from Vera in response. "Miss Matsumoto, I would like to apply for the position of prefect beneath you."