The increasing force of the blows, each one hissing through the air and cracking onto her upraised ass a little harder than the last, soon had Airi gritting her teeth so hard her jaws ached, her entire body rigid with the effort of remaining silent under the combination of physical pain and the added torture of listening to the demon's contented humming as his erection dug into her stomach. The fact that she was also wet and throbbing from more than the lingering sting of the spanking made it all the more difficult to maintain her silence as each strike made it harder and harder to ignore her arousal and the erect phallus pressed against her.

Airi's world narrowed down to the sound of the demon abusing her sore and heated ass and the increasingly harsh sting resolving into more damning lust. Each strike drove her further to the edges of her self-control. She could feel it fraying, and so her master's quiet, unexplained laugh inspired dread in her even before she felt his hand gently caress one of her erotically sensitive breasts, her blushing nipple brushing his palm before he seized it roughly and drew it out to a point, the painful bliss making her give voice to a sultry moan before she thought to stop it, the sound ending in a cry of lust for the demon tormenting her even as she realized what she had done and sank into despair. Airi drooped across Luju's lap, obediently awaiting her punishment with equal parts dread and eagerness, temptation drawing a slutty pout to her full lips even as the remnants of her true self waited fearfully for his new punishment.

It was only a matter of time...

Indeed. Luju grinned, silently, as the moan had escaped his poor prey, ending up sounding very much like a lust-filled cry. It was nice to see the effect this was having on the girl, that she was slowly giving in to his punishments. Instead of punishing her quickly like he had promised, the demon merely remained silent, having stopped his actions. Instead, he merely left the female alone, allowing her the opportunity to think about what had just happened, that she clearly enjoyed it, of what would be happening now. Silence was just every bit as effective as the words of a stern authoritarian, if not even more so. Humans were ill suited to silence and isolation. Far from it. They squirmed in it, unable to tolerate it. In some case, it even drove them to madness. Luju, however, merely allowed for the tension to build first.

Finally, the demon began to move. Instead of raising the paddle to strike or anything of the sort, he had simply allowed the paddle to drop out of his hand, noisily clattering across the floor. Instead of punishing her, Luju merely used the hand under her breasts to help the girl up, pushing her into a sitting position on his lap. Surely, the red cheeks of her abused ass would sting enough as she moved. Keeping his voice low, just above a whisper, the demon peered at Airi as he grinned at her. "So, you enjoyed that. I must say, I wasn't expecting it, but I can't say I'm not all that surprised." Without anything further to say, Luju merely slid the hand that had been holding the paddle up her chest, before slowly tracing one clawed finger around the aureole of a nipple, seemingly as if he was pondering something. "How do we proceed from here, little Ai-chan?"

Perhaps it was a bit jarring, how his personality had changed from what he had been acting as so recently. Part of him wondered what his little Ai-chan would say to that. Another part briefly hoped that she would be bothered enough to forget his earlier orders and forget to call him master. That would have made things more interesting, no doubt. But in earnest, Luju was more interested in seeing what Airi had to say. There were already a few thoughts running through his mind, a few toys he could play with next, perhaps a device or two of erotic torture. But all depended on what she had to say. "Well? I'm waiting for an answer." The tone of his voice left little room for argument or even silence. If he was not answered, there would certainly be hell to pay.

Airi suppressed a wince as she sat on the demon's lap, her ass tender and glowing with heat from the beating she'd received. She flinched again at the sound of the paddle clattering noisily to the concrete floor, shaken enough by her abuse that she was no longer able to summon her indifferent facade.

Shying from meeting Luju's gaze, Airi found her eyes instead fixed upon the claw delicately circling her nipple, watching as it was drawn out to an eager point by his teasing. Bound by conflicting desires, Airi barely understood that she had been asked a question until the demon's voice rang in her ears again, prompting her answer. Deep in her mind, where she could barely hear herself, she thought, I want to not want this, but the words she spoke were, "We should proceed in whatever manner will satisfy you, Master."

Her voice was strained, her own honey streaming down her creamy thighs, every line of her body tense as the broken woman fought down the desire to beg for something, anything that would give her relief from the hunger devouring her. Speaking out of turn would bring punishment, and punishment was bad. In her state, she didn't remember why she didn't want the demon to toy with her for an indefinite detention, but the impulse was buried deep enough that she heeded it instinctively. Be good, and he might let us go, that foreign-but-familiar voice instructed, and Airi, so well-conditioned by now, obeyed.

'Why, little Ai-chan! If you don't speak up for yourself, it'll only allow me to entertain ideas on what to do with you. You could have asked me to let you go now and I would have... But instead, you chose to leave me to my own devices. Maybe you want to be punished more? You really should learn to be more... assertive' Luju smiled as he began to fondle the girl's breast in his hand, his other hand suddenly slid over the young lady's smooth stomach, fingers tracing lines against her naked tummy almost too sensually. Still very much acting like someone that was sweet instead of the stern authoritarian he had just been, the demon smirked as he watched tentacles of darkness begin to sway over the table that held a vast array of toys and tools on it. It was just too much fun teasing her now. And it must especially grate against that buried ego of her to be toyed with in such a manner.

The demon exhaled as tentacles brought back two little toys, what seemed very much like clamps. Luju chuckled as he plucked the two clamps from his shadowy tentacles and held them both in a single hand. "Ah, well... If you don't want this to stop, I suppose we could play some more." The demon smiled as he pushed the breast cupped in his hand out and made such a show out of something as simple as applying the clamp to her nipple, before cupping her other breast and putting the second clamp on her nipple. They certainly would sting under the pressure of the clamps. Not enough to damage the girl, but enough to send pain through her breasts. Luju chuckled as he suddenly flicked one of the clamps, sending a jolt of pain through his Ai-chan. Now, speaking in his normal voice, the demon spoke. "You see, Ai-chan... With me, it's a very fine line you have to walk. If you show too much defiance, I punish you. If you don't show enough obedience, I punish you. And if you don't know when to speak up for yourself... I hurt you. Ain't I such a bitch? Ah, but what does it matter? You're probably loving all of this, being abused and degraded like the fucking whore you are." Luju grinned, taunting the girl on.

Defenses stripped away, Airi no longer had the self-possession to veil her expression at the sudden switch in Luju's demeanor. Her blue eyes, normally sharp and cynical, stared with mute accusation, the betrayal shining in her gaze. Don't you act innocent now, her eyes seemed to say. You did this.

The woman's breath caught as the clamps pinched her tender, swollen nipples, a mewling whimper drawing her dark lashes over her eyes as Luju teased her captive body. The switch from his harsh demands to a conversational tone, as if her expected her to reply, drew a coil of her mind out of the submissive space it had insulated itself in. "It's nothing that experience won't fix... Master," Airi answered, just barely remembering to add the title in case he were still in a punishing mood. She had no idea how long she had been in detention, or how much longer it could last, but she did know one thing: "Without someone like you standing over me, it's a certainty that I'll misbehave again and earn another detention, so I would request that you supervise my next detention, if I were you. It would give me more time to become acquainted with Master's preferences." The words were delivered sweetly, with just a trace of-- could that be venom, hidden in the honeyed homage that her statement paid his ability to control her? Was she regained cognizance so quickly?

Luju smirked as he listened to his charge speaking, a most evil thought slowly forming within his twisted imagination. Words like that, they could really hang you. Saying something like that, even if it was only to appease someone else, could destroy you if they were exploited and used against the speaker. Keeping eye contact with her, as his powers required it for what he had to mind, the demon continued to smirk at Airi. "Well... Thank you for being so truthful, Ai-chan. While it might be, ah, enjoyable to discipline you in another session... That would be a waste of time. No, I prefer to be efficient, my dear... But you're right about one thing, Ai-chan... It really is nothing that experience can't fix. And I think, I have the most perfect idea for you..." Luju grinned as a knock came from the door, which then opened to reveal the Perfect that had escorted Airi here to the Basement, into the waiting arms of Luju. Only an illusion, however, but she didn't need to know that. "I believe Miss Vuorinen has served her time." The Perfect spoke simply, seeing no need to say anything. And here was her freedom, dangled in front of Airi. Now she would be able to escape her hell, escape Luju and whatever nightmarish games he had planned for her. A freedom... snatched away at the very last moment.

"Afraid not. She made it clear that without further discipline, she'll only repeat her misbehavior and I believe the administration wanted me to curb that, did they not? No, she'll be needing some more punishment... Come back for her in the morning. I'm reasonably sure that she'll behave once she spent the night here." The Perfect only shrugged and waved bye, leaving Airi alone with the demon once again, the door clicking as the lock slid into place. Luju grinned as he stared back at Airi, daring her to complain, to scream at him, to hit him and demand that he let her go. As far as he saw it, she had served her original sentence. Nothing had been said about further sentences, however. As far as he was concerned, he had kept to their deal. "Until morning comes... You're mine, Airi Vuorinen, body and soul. No one's coming to save you, I'm afraid. You're stuck here... Until that charming little Perfect comes back... Unless you've learned nothing, then in that case, I'll be keeping you here for another day." The demon chuckled, wondering what she'd say to that... At the same time, he began to use his powers over illusions to reshape the chambers he had been given, tailoring them for Airi, designing yet another hell for her to go through.

Before morning came, he would break her. Just beyond the room they were in now, the demon brought to life a special room, one that seemed to be designed for the enjoyment of very important people, for the wealthy and the powerful. He'd parade her before strangers. Even if they were only illusions, as long as the student believed them real, they would do. He'd put her on view for strangers, leave her to see to their needs and whims, until they had used her so much she was no longer a student in their eyes, or in hers. So far, he could see that she was completely vulnerable to humiliation and degradation. Proud women like her, they had no defenses when it came to being used and despoiled, to being objectified and reduced to being nothing less than a fucktoy, to being just... boobs and ass and pussy. Oh yes... He'd break her.

Completely.