Restless. Restless was the word. No matter how hard she tried, no matter how often she slammed her head against her pillow and pressed the heels of her palms into her eyes, she couldn't for the life of her force herself to go to sleep. It was a lost cause, she just had to get up and walk it off until she was exhausted enough to simply pass out.

With a sigh, Bell picked herself up from bed. She slid her feet onto the cool floor, padding over to her drawers and pulled out a pair of light and airy black pajama bottoms. Walking around the school at night in just her pink cotton panties didn't exactly seem like the brightest idea in the world. She pulled a white babydoll tee with a black skull pattern over her shoulders, snug against her chest as she decided to forgo the bra for this particular trip. She sighed, grabbing the keys to her room and her mp3 player as she left for a walk. Perhaps a bit of wandering would get her in the mood for bed.

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She had been walking for an hour, perhaps an hour and a half when she came to the sudden and frightening realization that she was lost. She had gone down the stairs in the dorm to explore the basement but when she started walking she found the place a labyrinth and immensely large. Much much larger than the building above it, it seemed to sprawl beneath the entire campus. Her earbuds hung on her shoulders as she hugged herself, feeling a chill setting in between the bare stone walls, her bare feet making barely a sound as she wandered. She reached out, running her fingers along the wall as she looked around. As soon as she found a staircase she would ascend, get the hell out of that maze, but for another fifteen minutes she looked, worry building in the pit of her stomach as she realized just how lost she was.

"Lady Elizia, are we going for another round tonight as well? I thought you would be satisfied with the last girls you had this afternoon..." The blonde goddess and her little servant were wandering around the school grounds, invisible and silent for anyone. "Don't say 'we' when it's you the one that just comes along because you don't want to be alone for a night..." Three girls have had their unfortunate encounter with Elizia that day, all of them incapable of continuing with their studies later after being almost used up dry by the goddess. However, they weren't even near to her standards; the deity still needed a bit more.

Ashamed to speak again, Gii followed his master lazily. He felt Elizia wanted to catch a girl naively wandering around, but it would be difficult to do so when they are not allowed out so late. "Perhaps we can have a better chance if we go to the basement..." suggested the little servant. Elizia stopped to ponder, and nodded. "That may be a good idea. I just hope they still can entertain me for a while.".

The two beings descended to the nightmares of the disobedient girls right through the floor. Cold floor and uninviting walls were lit by the dim lights in the basement. Doors closed on the walls, surely keeping many students captive and tortured for the night. Elizia didn't take long at all to start moving through the halls, not surprised at all to find that no one walked around, not eve prefects or head girls. She was going to visit the rooms after getting bored of moving around until she felt something amiss. There was a single person walking through the halls. A prefect patrolling the basement? She didn't sense any magic or special prowess from her. Curious nonetheless, the goddess remained invisible and silent as she headed towards this person, with worried servant and all.

Bell was shivering quite nicely by the time the goddess found her. Of course, she couldn't know any of this, too keyed up with fright to pay much attention to invisible presences surrounding her, and even if she wasn't she probably wouldn't be able to detect the goddess watching her anyway. She wrapped her arms about her chest as she tried to quell the chill in her body, looking around at the row of doors repeating endlessly off into the distance. This was insane, how could one dorm building's basement be this huge? And what's more, she had seen at least a dozen staircases leading further downward. What could any school possibly need with this much basement. It couldn't be storage room, most of the rooms she had opened up seemed to be empty, though she could make out one or two old worn wooden tables or a set of cabinets in a few. All in all it seemed to be the same: Poured concrete floor, sturdy block walls, and endless corridors upon corridors leading seemingly nowhere.

She took a few steps forward, her feet well chilled by the cold floor at this point, and pulled another door open, peering inside. What she saw sent a shiver down her spine. The room was mostly empty, certainly, just like the rest, but in the middle there stood what looked like a Catherine Wheel, but sleek. It wasn't an antique, it was quite obviously new, the shackles hanging empty. She wondered if they were still warm. Her hand moved on its own as she backed away towards the opposite wall. She slammed the door and felt her back on that block construction. Dropping down, feeling her panty-clad backside hitting that cool floor, she curled her knees up to her chest, still shivering, body covered with goosebumps, wondering what she could possible do next that would ensure her getting out of here.

First time down in the basement, is it for you? Poor girl, she wandered down here without even being called for... The goddess thought to herself. She kept watching her intently, her barely dressed form in the middle of the night and the cold chambers that surrounded them. What pathetic excuse did she have to wander directly into the torture rooms of the school? Before even attempting to delve herself into the girl's thoughts, she saw that the student got closer to a door. Hesitantly, she opened it, pretty much like she had done many times before trying to find the exit. But she only found one of the school's machines to torture the students.

Not even the walls heard the deity chuckle lightly, as if being amused by the girl's luck. She was not one that controlled people's luck, but now that fate had brought her by, Elizia couldn't go away without deciding to have some fun. As the girl stayed on the cold floor, she would listen to steps coming from the other side of a corner in the hall. Steps from a head girl or prefect perhaps? Only the illusion of them caused by Elizia. They could be the sound of hope for her, but it wasn't in the deity's plan. The voice of a grown woman accompanying the steps, as if speaking to herself, said "there's no one unauthorized wandering tonight... If I find one single girl wandering by herself, I swear I'll use one of the rooms to discipline her myself. They don't get enough by breaking the rules above, but just want more pain trying to break the ones here."

Students without the company of a superior girl were certainly not welcome here. The poor girl had discovered the place where they take the ones that break the rules and discipline them. What would she do? There was the room she saw where she could hide, or would she try another one further down the corridor? Escaping or waiting for her to pass by? Even though there was no head girl walking by, it was obvious for the girl she would be in greater trouble if she didn't move soon enough.

The sound of someone approaching had her blood running cold in her veins. It felt as though her heart had first lept up into her throat before falling into the pit of her stomach, her limbs going to lead. Though she felt a little frozen, she had never been more glad that she had decided not to wear shoes that night. At the very least she would be able to move quietly when she finally figured out what it was she was going to do.

She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to pinpoint the direction the voice was coming from. When she thought she had it, her body tensed. She took off in the opposite direction, hoping to make the corner and keep herself hidden a little bit longer. She just needed a bit more time to think. She ran on the balls of her feet, taking long, loping strides to cover as much ground as quietly as was possible. Her feet stayed pointed down, toes pulled back to keep her feet from slapping against the bare concrete floor, keeping the amount of sound she was making to a minimum.

When she cleared the corner she turned, throwing her back against the wall. Her heart thudded against her ribs, she slid back down to the ground, inching her way further down the hallway trying to listen for where the approaching voice would decide to turn next.

For the divine being, the girl took her time to react. She kept wondering just what was she going to do. When she saw her close her eyes, she thought she was going to yield quickly to the fictitious head girl approaching; but when she stood up and ran silently in the opposite direction, a clear smile could be seen in Elizia's face, though only seen by Gii, who was starting to worry that his master was going to torture the poor girl. He was correct nonetheless. She followed the student to the other corner where she seemed careful to hear how the head girl would continue.

Not only the steps continued to walk her way, slowly across the hall, another sound echoed around her. In the corridor where she just have been, beside the corner where she was, a door opened. The creaking of the door was not the only thing that could be heard clearly by the young student, but from inside the room came a screams of another girl, and the steps of another head girl going out. After the steps got out of the room, the screams of the girl turned to lustful and passionate moans rather quickly as loud periodic movements made even the wall that Bell was leaning on tremble; thrusts that smacked against the prisoner girl as she moaned out in ecstasy and pain. After the second head girl closed the door, she was turning to the corner where the lost student was, but the first one called her out, asking how was the girl holding up in the room. Their small chat would give her time to run. The head girls were part of Elizia's powers, but she had opened the door for real and closed it, letting out the sounds inside. There was no need to fake what really happened inside the rooms.

Bell can feel the thin material of her shirt acting as the only barrier between her flesh and the cool wall of the basement. She rests her head back, her mind racing, trying to calm herself down to think, though that was easier said than done. Her heart pounded on the inside of her chest, adrenaline fresh in her veins, coursing through her as she heard the footsteps of the Head Girl moving closer and closer to her. She looked to her right, a dead end. Her only way out would be either to sprint across the gap in the hallway, likely revealing her to the disciplinarian, or to duck into one of the rooms, which given what she'd seen recently, she wasn't exactly willing to risk. She puzzled through the options, trying to make up her mind one way or the other when the creak of those hinges, long overdue for an oiling, met her ears. Then, the scream, it sent shivers down her spine, gooseflesh racing across her arms, down the middle of her back. Then it changed, the cry moving from pain to a perverse pleasure. That's when she heard the rutting, that wet slap of hips, listening to the rhythmic pounding as she heard the girl used, probably by some unspeakable horror. She swallowed, determined now to make it out of this godforsaken place.

She could hear another girl joining the conversation, talking so pleasantly, as though there wasn't a girl being tortured and pleasured by some obscene beast in the room right behind them. That was her chance, while the girl was distracted. Keeping on the balls of her feet, she tried to dart across the gap in the hallway as quickly as she good, not daring to look back over her shoulder. She raced down the halls, turning, getting herself even more lost. Feeling hopeless, she finally ducked into one of the rooms, not even looking inside before she closed the door behind her, as quietly as she could, just wanting this night to end.

Elizia stared down at the girl curiously, wondering what she would do next. The fake head girls were still talking, but as time went by it seemed their conversation was quickly coming to an end. Just as quickly though, the lost student darted across the hall behind the girls, light noises barely sounding. "Huh? Did you hear that?" asked one of them. The two looked behind them but she was long gone, running wherever her feet took her, hoping to leave this place. "Probably just another monster getting busy."

The blonde deity smiled, entertained by the girl's run she chased her down the halls, a worried Gii trying to keep with them. When she saw how she entered a room, she knew the girl had just trapped herself. Eliz told Gii to wait outside the room as her ethereal form moved inside. The room was dark, lights out and no noises. The goddess quickly started to work. The poor student would feel nothing but the cold floor beneath her, and see almost nothing. But soon enough she would hear a very low buzzing noise. In the middle of the room, an illusion from Elizia, but as real as it could get for the student. It was another girl, bound in a chair without any clothes on. She slightly leaned backwards, her arms being held by chains from the ceiling and her legs tied to the chair's, spread open. She was a black haired girl with an impressive bust, her nipples were standing diamond hard. Even though her legs were spread apart, she wouldn't be able to see her womanhood directly; it was covered by a machine of some sorts, only covering her netherlips, doing who knows what to her sensitive parts. The bound girl was moaning once in a while and was covered in sweat, her legs and arms twitched from pleasure every now and then. "No more... please... uhhh..." It was like if she thought Bell was another head girl ready to punish her.

When Bell turned to see the girl she felt her body run cold. She tensed, unsure if she could move, just staring, watching the girl's chest heave with every breath, sweat running freely down her body, her nipples hard as little rocks, wondering what that strange machine could possibly be doing to her, not particularly wanting to find out. Walking forward, she tried to put her finger across her lips.

"Shhhh!" she gulped, kneeling next to the girl, "Just be quiet, we can't let them know I'm in here. I promise I'll help you out of this." she breathed in a low voice.

Her fingers found the knots binding her legs to the chair easy enough to untie, freeing the girl's legs rather quickly. She looked around the room, the wall along the back covered with all sorts of cabinets and drawers. Steeling herself, she began to dig through them, looking for a key to the chains that kept the girl's arms shackled to the ceiling. The implements stored within the cabinets brought a blush to her cheeks, her heart hammering in her chest, only assuring her even further that she didn't want to be there. Gags, restraints, Bell nearly fainted when she even saw a neatly packed and sterilized piercing kit in one of the drawers. She dug around for as long as she could bear before running back to the girl.

"Who locked you in here?" she asked, wondering if the girl could even hear her or if the thing settled between her legs was commanding too much of her attention for reality to even matter, "Where did they put the key, sweetie? Can you remember?"

Even though Bell asked for the imprisoned girl to stay silent, it would be impossible for her to do so. She kept moaning lowly, and releasing grunts and sounds of pleasure but also of frustration. She didn't reply to the new one, she only kept her eyes closed and her body tense as she tried to live through whatever the machine did to her. Even after Bell untied the girl's legs from the chair, they fell limp, only tensing and twitching as the pleasure hit her body suddenly from time to time.
She stayed like that all the while as Bell searched for the key to the girl's hands' locks, but she couldn't find anything. Not surprisingly though, since there were no keys for an illusion, as real as it felt, even if she could swear she could even feel the girl's heat and sweat.

"Uuhh." She couldn't reply at all even as she barely opened her eyes. "Please... No mor-ahh..." Her body convulsed lightly for a second, the increase in the machine's buzzing made it clear that the torture kept going. After that, the girl started to moan loudly and move around. "Ahhh!! Please! Just let me cum! Please!" Her eyes were fixed on Bell due to the need for release. It was obvious that the girl's will was broken thanks to the lust.
"If I were you, I would stay away from her. If she manages to get free from the bonds she would jump at you." The voice from the sexual goddess seemed to come from all sides. But by that moment, Elizia had hidden herself in one of the corners of the room, covered by the shadows and darkness but completely physical now. Only her legs and two of her wings could be seen from Bell's position, apart from the lightly glowing eyes staring at her.

Bell's heart broke for the girl as she saw those legs fall limp. How long had the girl been locked up down here to have given up to that degree, to be so disconnected from reality that she wasn't even paying attention to the girl trying to rescue her. Despondence really set in when she couldn't find the keys to those cuffs. It put her in a completely impossible situation. How long would it be before someone came calling, to check up on their "hostage" in this room? She would have to leave before then if she didn't want to get caught, but she couldn't just leave this girl here to suffer. She had to do something, had to find a way to get her out somehow.

She blushed as she looked up to the girl, listening to her desperation, "I can't, honey, I can't get you out, I'm sorry, I don't know how to get this thing off."

It was that voice, however, that sent a chill like ice water down her spine. There was something else, too, as though the air in the room had suddenly buffeted out just a little, just enough to accompany another shape. Bell looked up, saw that figure in the shadows, thought it was a head girl at first, but the outline of those silhouetted wings and the odd, difficult to place glow of those eyes, told her that this was something else entirely.

"J-jump me? Why would she...?" she began before she slowly began to back away from the figure, her heart pounding in her chest. Her eyes flicked to the exit, "Wh-what are you?"

Elizia had a smile on her face even though it was veiled by the shadows. She observed the student that had captured herself in the room with curiosity, and also with the intention of keeping her for fun the rest of the night. How sad will she get if she finds out everything was a lie? Perhaps that'd be too much, thought Elizia for now, as she noticed the student had started asking questions.

"Why? Isn't it obvious? She longs for pleasure and release. If she can't get it from that machine, she'll definitely try it with you. She needs some touch." Her wings moved slightly, her eyes never looked anywhere else but her. She would be a fool to run for the door, but she was very welcome to try. Before answering her second question, a lock in one of her arms went free, the arms falling quickly to her side. With a moan, the fake girl took one of her orbs and squeezed it tight, her legs struggling against the air as if hoping to achieve something, the climax she wants. But eventually the girl's eyes would look back at the student. Elizia's words seemed to be true for her. "One introduces herself before asking for another person's identity. But if these wings bother you so much, then perhaps you'd be satisfied to know I'm a goddess? Who might you be, lost child?" The distance between Elizia and the door grew as the deity walked along the shadowed walls towards the pair of girls, but her attention on the exit didn't grew smaller, for her magic would make any attempts at escaping futile.

Bell crossed her arms over her chest, the chills that had invaded her body in the hallway suddenly finding her once more. She wasn't positive if it was the temperature or the fear that shook her at the sudden appearance of this woman, but whatever it was, it caused gooseflesh to race across her arms. The wings twitched, but she felt those dully glowing eyes locked on her body, seeming to cement her in place with only the power of the look.

Her eyes darted to the girl feeling that gaze on her as well, now more than before seeing the hunger in the poor girl's eyes, the lust in them. As one of the locks snapped free, she saw the hand fly to the girl's breast, wondering if the woman... or goddess, as she claimed, in the room was responsible for keeping this girl bound.

"A... a goddess?" she asked softly as she backed slowly towards the door, inching, not wanting to make a break for it just yet, but hoping she might be able to get close enough to escape before the strange woman lept at her. She felt horrible leaving this girl behind, but as long as the woman had control of her bindings, there was really nothing she could do.

"My name is Bell" she said, keeping her eyes on the goddess.

The deity's eyes remained fixed on the student as she stalked along the wall. She saw her cover her chest as the eery presence of Elizia affected her, her glances to the bound brunette and her oh so slow approach to the door. She kept advancing to the door just as Elizia planned, but the blonde being never hurried her movements to press the student to flee. Her magic already lingered around the door, shadow tentacles remained hidden but ready to catch her the moment she got close to it.

"Yes, a deity. I'm Elizia Val Rausten, goddess of fertility, pleased to make your acquaintance, Bell." Seeing only her eyes and part of her wings but never how she talked would be a terrifying thing for most people, but her words were not harsh or loud. They were soft and clear, completely ladylike. Bell wouldn't have trouble hearing Elizia, even with the chained girl's moans echoing around them.

Bell quivered a little, feeling trapped in that gaze as though it was a physical snare. She gulped, pushing her hair back from her face, again taking slow, measured steps backwards, being sure not to move too suddenly, treating the situation the same way she would if she were trapped in the basement room with a hungry predator.

"It's very nice to meet you," she said, trying to be as polite as she could to the woman, knowing better than to tread on the toes of anyone who could squash her like an insect, "I-I'm afraid though, I... I should really be leaving. I mean, you see, I've got class early tomorrow, and... um... should, just get going, yeah."

She smiles weakly, reaching back and trying to twist the knob on the door.