Vera gazed at the student for a few moments before finally speaking up. "I suppose it is a start. You can start by cleaning the tools in the center of the room," she said, already putting Anne to work. The student had finished dressing and was quickly taking her leave. She gave Anne a brief look but did not dare stop to warn her of anything. After over an hour down in the basement, the poor woman wanted to be far away from this place as possible. She probably did not realize that all her demerits have now been removed as the punishment had more than cleansed her of such errors. Now it was just a matter of maintaining this new perfect record.

Anne on the other hand may not be so lucky. This stunt alone put her over anyone in her demerit list. The Head Girl would be spending some quality time with this one. Vera would watch Anne as she puts away the shackles where she tells the woman. There were cabinets and other means of storage around the room, hidden by the shadows to make the room seem emptier than it really was. She would not let the raven haired woman peek for too long, expecting quick reactions and obedience. But with the sound of the shackles clattering against other objects, Anne could assume there were more 'toys' in the cabinets.

The final thing was the bucket that was just used, she had Anne put it near the sink before finally waiting for the woman to return for further instructions. "Now then," Vera began, "I believe you have some questions you need to answer, correct?" Once more, they were back to Vera's original questions that Anne had ignored. Were they starting over? Unfortunately, the student had nothing that she could provide the Head Girl to get her out of this trouble. For Vera the only option was to endure her methods of correction.

As the blond haired women hurried out she through a glance and she seemed to want to say something but as she swept by the moment was lost. For a moment she thought that there was fear and warning in her eyes but she past without saying anything and Anne hadn't come back to further annoy the head girl. Pushing the thought of the escaping student from her mind she applied herself to the menial tasks that were rattled off with almost machine like efficiency, tidying away the manacles and picking up a few other small items that she didn't recognize on first glance which were scattered around the room. For a moment she hesitated as she opened one of the cupboards set against the wall and saw the dark shapes of other objects in there, hidden in the gloom as much as the cupboards themselves were but she almost heard the deafening silence coming from her silver haired taskmaster, so quickly resumed the tasks that were set.

Once she had finished she stood, thankful that the first part of her tasks were at least easilly completed. Perhaps this wasn't going to be that bad at all! Menial tasks like this actually kept her busy and while she hated the loss of freedom she knew that she could learn a lot by listening and being quiet, especially when you were actually allowed to be there!

Listening to the head girls questions she frowned a little. Back to those questions? But she actually had been honest when she answered them the first time. "But Miss Matsumoto - I honestly can't tell you as I don't know myself..." Anne looked sheepish as she continues "I listen as I work and I.. well.. I overhear things"

Not sure what to say next Anne remained standing, hands clasped behind her awaiting what was going to be asked next.

Anne's answer did not please Vera. "You explained that the reason you are here is because of rumors you heard about this place. And now you are telling me you do not know what those rumors are?" The Head Girl's eyes narrow. She truly hated when students lie to her. Then again, some would say she had been lying to the entire student body since putting on the sash. But for Vera, lies from students only prolongs her work as she would have to work through the lies until she finally got the information she wished.

"You say you hear things, things that made you want to come down here," she continued coldly, "What are those things, Miss Deas? You are making me repeat myself. I will add that to your correction. Waste my time and I will take it back with interest." Vera cannot help but think this one was going to be difficult through the entire process. By the end of it, she will look forward to making this woman's life a living hell. She will not tolerate disobedience or incompetence.

Annes cheeks flushed as she realised her mistake... Not who but what! How could she be so stupid but to mishear a simple question?

Stammering slightly shemanaged to get out "I'm s-s-sorry Miss Matsumoto" before biting her lips together and giving herself a mental shake. Why was she in such fear of this woman? She felt like she was being chastised by her father when she was a child!

Taking a quick breath she marshalled herself, lifting her gaze eyes back onto the headgirls cold blue eyes and tried again. "I'm sorry Miss Matsumto. I misunderstood what you were asking." She began. "The rumons that i've heard were fairly varied. They have run from being having to do endless menial tasks such as carrying water or coal or boxes from room to room, to being tied up in cold dark rooms for hours, being used by teachers, or even being whipped and generally abused. I also heard one student comment that some sort of "monster" had raped them, although that one is a little far fetched."

In truth, it was that last story she had heard which had made her want to come down here and look for herself. She had had dreams of similar experiences and there was a strong feeling that the two were connected somehow, and the dreams, while infrequent had left her with the sure knowledge back in her brain that there was more to them than just a dream.

Vera did not care for excuses. She just wanted a simple question answered. Of course the rumors that were mention were hardly new and some of them may even be true more or less, but that still gave no excuse for coming down here in the first place. In fact, the rumors mentioned had to make one wonder why in the world someone would come to confirm this sort of curiosity. "So you came down here to find a monster to rape you?" Vera asked, "Or are you saying you came down here to see students be abused? Perhaps you should be the one asking me to remain silent about your hidden little fetishes, Miss Deas."

"As always, you could have simply voiced your concerns to a Prefect or Head Girl and they would have dealt with the matter," Vera continued as she headed for the door, "Or are you claiming I cannot be trusted?" She opened the door and waited for Anne to leave the room before following and locking it up. Flicking through a couple of keys she had on hand, she considered which room would be suitable for dealing with this one. Grabbing one, she proceeded down the hall, not even looking back to make sure Anne was following. It was simple, either the woman would follow or remain lost down here.

Vera had no trouble navigating the many similar looking halls of the basement. She eventually stopped infront of another door. The lack of stairs leading up to this door meant this was not the much wanted exit but yet another room. The Head Girl unlocked the room and entered, turning on a single light that revealed little beyond a few hooks hanging from the ceiling. "I suppose this one will do," she said more to herself than the student, "Anything else you have to say before we begin your correction, Miss Deas?"

"NO!" Anne exlaimed, shocked gaining her a severe look from the head girl. Coming down to be raped? What kind of insanity was that? Even seeing other students being abused was bloody sick! Although as she thought that a guilty flush crept up her chest and neck as she thought of watchnig that student wrapped up in her orgasm, body shaking with lust and her own reaction.. Although she would have been hard pressed to tell wether it was wanting to be punishing her or be her...

Remaining quiet aside from a quiet "No Miss Matsumoto." to the question of trust Anne moved as directed, watching the headgirl carefully. As they left the room, Anne following behind she had chance to reflect that perhaps she had bitten off more than she could chew here. But, she had made her decision and she was determined to follow it through. She wondered about the comment about finding a monster, in that the head girl didn't sound suprised by it. Perhaps it was a rumor she was well aware of and she was just treating it with the contempt it deserved... Or perhaps there was more to it...

As they walked through the corridors Anne realised that she was completely and utterly lost. But she also realised that there must be some sort of trick to navigating down here. Her guide took turnings seemingly at random but didn't falter in her stride at all, leading Anne through yet more identical corridors and by identical doors until she stopped abruptly at one, her ankle length silver hair flowing around her like a cloak. As the door was unlocked and opened Anne stepped in, seeing a room that seemed almost identical to the one she had left, aside from hooks being mounted along the ceiling. Anne guessed there were probably cupboards like the other room but at this point she couldn't make them out from the sudden light, dim as it was.

As she turned back to the head girl her blood ran cold. She was surveying the room with a appraising eye ignoring her for the moment, but it was her words that caused the fear. "I suppose this one will do. Anything else you have to say before we begin your correction, Miss Deas?" the last being delivered as her gaze fixed on her.

"Bu.. But!" Anne stammered, before catching herself and biting off what she was about to say. Being sure that the correction was actually the helping, and quite probably menial jobs for a bit afterwards the rather abupt realisation that her correction was going to be none of the sort, and she was about to learn a trick of the basement first hand made a shiver run directly up her spine.

She had come too far though to run away and was determined to find out as much as she can. Besides, what choice did she have now? However, this head girl had repeatedly said that she should be asking rather than doing and Anne was a stubborn creature at the best of times.

"Just one question Miss Matsumoto" Anne said respectfully "What is it you expect of me?"

"Then why are you down here?" the Head Girl asked, "I am rather certain you have better things to do with your time than coming down here to see if someone is shoveling coal." Knowing Anne's motivation would assist in the process in ensuring this does not happen again. But, she can only work with what the student was willing to reveal. If there was not enough information, the Head Girl would just have to try many different forms of correction until one produced the results she wanted.

Anne wanted to protest at the mention of being punished now. It was not a surprising reaction but Vera always found it odd. You did wrong, you broke a rule, you get punished. It was a rather simple concept for the orderly Head Girl. But the question that was asked was a good one and on she was glad to answer. "What I expect from all students attending college," she answered, "Progress and constant improvement of ones self. If you are not doing either of those, you are wasting both time and money. This school is well known in producing results. You are on an island, isolated from all worldly distractions so that you may pursue your goals with little hinderance. Such an opportunity should not be wasted."

"And of course, I expect obedience and nothing but the truth from your lips during your correction, Miss Deas," she added, "Resisting, lying, or otherwise trying to hide things from me will only cause more harm to yourself and prolong your stay here. Your correction will continue until I deem you fit to return to the student body. I suggest you keep that in mind. I am your only means of leaving this room."

Vera locks the door, sealing them both inside. "Now then," she continued calmly, "You are down here because you heard rumors of rape and wanted to watch. Is that correct? Or is there another reason you are down here, Miss Deas?" The question was repeated as the motivation was still unclear. Unless this woman was a complete airhead, she saw no reason to just wander down into the basement. Especially telling all the rumors that Anne heard were negative or worse.

Anne found herself nodding at the head girls answers. They were good answers and in fact she had actually done suprisingly well this year at college. Her teachers had been slavedrivers and with the limited distractions she had found her normally mediocre grade rising, almost against her own will. That said she still had minor problems such as the nightmares and occasional tardiness, where she had found herself too far from the school and was hard pressed to be where she was supposed to be in time.

As she continued to listen she was again abruptly reminded about her "correction" What did she have in mind?

*CLICK*

The noise interupted Anne's thoughts as the lock slid smoothly into place smoothly like a well oiled, well maintained peice of machinery, belying its actual battered and worn appearance. It was a incongruity that Anne unfortunately didn't have time to think about as the silver haired girl turned around, again effortlessly pinning her with that gaze that expected to be obeyed.

"Now then, You are down here because you heard rumors of rape and wanted to watch. Is that correct? Or is there another reason you are down here, Miss Deas?"

Anne didn't reply immediately, her vision dropping to the floor allowing her hair to fall around her eyes, effectively shielding her as she thought about how best to reply. Although she had been warned not five seconds ago about lying she was reluctant about talking about her dreams. She had consulted the school nurse but had been firmly rebuffed and told that she was being ridiculous and that had been the end of it, until she had confided in a friend about them. But, soon after that person had disappeared right in the middle of the year, setting her on edge and making her believe that maybe there was something to them.

Unfortunately she couldn't see another way out but to tell Miss Matsmoto the truth. Currently this woman held all the cards and even the few possible lies she could come up with sounded hollow even to her own ears. Even the half truth of her being naturally curious, with no-one really talking openly about this place making her want to find out more had already been firmly rebuked.

As the silence lengthened she decided that she might as well bite the bullet as it were, coming to the conclusion that the best course here was to tell the actual truth. With luck she might have her own questions answered! After all, so far any question that she asked had been answered quickly with no trace of falsehood that she could detect...

"The reason i'm here is because I don't trust anyone to give me the truth" Anne began, lifting her head to look back at the head girl, trying to measure a reaction. "I keep having vivid dreams of terrible things being done to me. Chased. Raped by inhuman things. And I then overhear someone talking about something that sounds far to close to my own dreams actually happening down here..."

Anne paused, trying to gauge a reaction but the gloom confounded her, so, she continued, her jaw set in a hard line. "And I came here to try and find out if my dreams aren't dreams at all."

Vera's reaction was only a slight narrowing of the eyes. Telling the truth now only revealed that her previous answer about trusting her was a lie. "So instead of seeing a councilor or a Head Girl, you decided to commit a crime?" she replied, "This could have easily been remedied by talking to someone. You are doing more harm to yourself and others around you for being so hardheaded and stubborn. Furthermore, you lied to me when I asked about you not being able to trust me. That will prolong your stay here as we cannot have your compulsive urges to lie be left unchecked, Miss Deas."

"For now, you are not even a student anymore. You are just a petty criminal until you prove you are capable of being a useful member of society again," the Head Girl continued, "Having peeked into another student's correction, you should know what that entails. That uniform, you are not allowed to wear it anymore until I deem you ready. While you remove it, you may tell me more about your dreams. You should be thanking me for pulling the duty of a councilor, Miss Deas. When we are through, you will no doubt find out how silly it truly was to believe in something as foolish as monsters in the basement. Such stories should remain in books and not spread as rumors."

The silver haired woman disappeared into the shadows around the room. The sound of various objects, some metal and some not, clattering against each other. Vera was more than likely finding the tools that would be assisting in this correction or punishment. Though she was working, Vera would listen to what Anne had to say. The woman apparently had no real proof that there were monsters or that they were truly raping her. It should not be too difficulty to logically remove this worries from her thoughts. Of course it was more than likely that monsters were attacking her but most students tend to not remember such events.

Annes own eyes narrowed at the head girls reply although she held her tongue until Miss Matsumoto had finished. It showed her that she was entirely right in trying to find things out herself, although in this case she might have bitten off more than she could chew. However, the fact that she was in trouble didn't change anything. Once she got out of this she would have to pay more attention to what was going on around here. There may not be monsters but the simple fact that she had just been asked... No. ORDERED to strip and what she had already seen with the other student proved that there was something else going on and Anne really wanted to find out what.

However, this didn't help her with the current situation. As she watched the headgirl turn and fade into the gloom her eyes could just make out the cupboards along the wall where she stood, but nothing else. Knowing that at this point resistance would only cause her more problems she started to comply, shifting so her ubuttoned navy vest slid down her arms where she caught it, folding it quickly, and placing it on the floor by her feet.

"I HAVE gone to the school nurse about them" She replied, a little angrilly as she rose, undoing her tie and starting to unbutton her shirt. "But she told me that I was a silly little girl and to stop wasting her time. Why would I go any higher and possibly annoy anyone else?"

Anne's temper was slowly heating back up at the abrupt dismissal of her worries even as she undid the last couple of buttons on her shirt, pulling it off revealling her ample chest held in place by a perfectly regulation plain white bra, before again folding it and placing it on the jacket. The anger felt good, preventing her from feeling shame in front of a stranger as she disrobed, as well as banishing her earlier fear and giving her back her confidence. "Calling me a petty criminal and expecting me to trust her? Ha! Thats a joke!" She thought, kicking off her shoes with a little force and pushing them by the pile.

She had deliberately dressed perfectly to what was expected of a student before she set out. That way at least if she was caught she looked like she belonged. Unfortunately that particular plan hadn't gone off well, but at least she wasn't going to be berated further for not dressing appropiately. "Deemed ready for wearing clothes indeed..." The thought only caused her anger to raise another little bit. She had been brought up properly and thus kept it in check but it warded her insides from the chill in the basement room.

Annes ears caught the clattering of objects coming from the cupboards as she balanced on one leg rolling down her socks causing her to pause for amoment trying to make out what the head girl was looking at, but again all she could make out was the silver waterfall of Miss Matsumoto's hair, and the dark shapes of the cupboards. With one eye on that she took off her final sock before putting them in the slowly growing pile.

Realising that she had been quiet perhaps a little long she started to answer the head girls question, keeping her tone level, even a little subdued despite her anger. She had more than enough proof that annoying this girl would end very badly for her. Drawing on the lessons she had been taught by expensive tutors and uncaring parents she began. "They are dreams, but vivid" Anne began. "They always seem to involve me running, being chased or being cornered in this school or a place that i associate with it by.. things..."

As she said that a brief shiver ran up over her even as her hand moved to the clasp holding the (far to short for her tastes) plaid skirt in place, faltering as it hovered over it. She was almost naked in a small concrete room underground, talking about dreams she really didn't like discussing...

... But she was here, and she still held the hope for some sort of answers. Her hand found the clasp and her skirt dropped to the ground rumpling in a small halo around her revealling, again, prefectly regulation white panties.

Annes eyes sought out the head girls as her hand undid the fastening of her bra, letting it fall to the ground even as her more than ample bust sprang free, the cool basement air swirling around the exposed flesh creating tiny goosepimples - but it seemed that the silver haired self styled "councillor" wasn't paying her any attention at all as another clatter of something that sounded distinctly wooden echoed around the room.

Anne continued as she added the bra to the pile, hooking her fingers into the side of her panties "these things are always different, and always interested in me in a carnal way. To cut a long story short they end up with me being naked, used against my will and frankly i'm not comfortable or happy talking to you about exactly what they do."

With that she pulled her panties down roughly revealling a perfectly trimmed neat triangle of pubic hair, dropping the panties into the pile, hands returning to her sides clenched in fists, shoulders and back taut, green eyes flashing as she looked into the gloom as her temper got the best of her. Talking, or even thinking about her dreams always elicted the same feelings which was part of the reason she hated doing so. They closely mirrored how she felt when she woke up from them, still believing that they were real. Scared, angry, hating herself for every moment of "pleasure" she experienced in them and hating who or what had done it to her. Quickly though she regained herself, unclenching her fists and clasping her hands behind her back and dipping her head just a fraction. While her posture seemed correct there was still a hint of defiance radiating from her, seeping out even through her respectful stance.

The sound of chains crashing against metal rang through the room as Anne angerily replied to the Head Girl. "I suggest you adjust your tone, Miss Deas," she said calmly from the shadows, "Or I will adjust it for you." Vera did not need empathy to recognize the tone in Anne's voice but it did reveal the emotions behind it clearly. The student then claimed she saw the nurse and was turned away. It was a possibility, Shokushu did not always hire the best of staff from time to time. But that did not excuse her from the lack of trying further. "Why?" Vera echoed, "Because that is exactly what you should have done. That is how it works. That is how a chain of command works. If felt that the nurse did an inadequate job, you talk to her superior and then go higher if necessary. In my case, seeing me would not have been seeing someone 'higher'. I am still a student but I could have handled the issue or pointed you to someone that could. Also, I said see the councilor and not a nurse. There is a difference, Miss Deas. Nurse's do not deal in dreams."

Vera was certainly listening to the woman's story though it was a story she knew very well already. "Interest you?" she asked, "Are you saying you enjoyed these experiences in your dreams? There is certainly nothing wrong with it if you do. These dreams could very well be something psychological. These creatures that chase you could be repressed wants and desires. When you think of these vivid dreams, how does it make you feel?"

The Head Girl stepped out from the shadows behind Anne. She slipped a blindfold over the woman's eyes and tightens it so it does not come loose. Since her issue is with trust, the woman would have to learn to trust Vera completely in this unknown room while blind. "You were peeking for a rather long time in the other room, Miss Deas. Your cheeks were flushed as you watched that student moan and reach that precious moment of bliss. If you thought such a thing was wrong, why did you watch for so long without turning to leave? You could have reported this though I was not breaking any rules. But instead, you watched or rather you stared. Do you experience similar things in your dreams? You climax as hard as that other woman did?"

As Vera spoke, Anne would feel cloth wrap around each wrist and then on an ankle. Despite all the metallic things the woman heard earlier, these seemed to be slightly kinder methods than was expected. The cloth bindings were hooked onto the chains above before Vera once again slipped away. Turning a few cranks, the chains would raise higher, pulling the woman's arms above her head while lifting her one bound leg higher and higher. This would leave the woman's arms fully extended above and outwards while her leg was lifted uncomfortably high, leaving her sex completely exposed.

Anne remained standing still even though she wanted to shout at this infuriating woman. She was right but how did she make it sound so simple? All she could do was grind her teeth in frustration keeping her head down, almost trying to hide her seething emotions behind her fringe and her stance. Even as she was asked about how her dreams made her feel she kept her position, although it was an effort not to glare and shout her anger and frustration. "Of course I don't Miss MatsuMoto" she said trying to keep her temper under check, speaking through a clenched jaw. "Who in their right mind would want to be raped?"

Unfortunately keeping her head down also kept her eyes from the headgirls movements and it was a complete suprise when suddenly she the blindfold was pulled across her eyes. Her head whipped up even as it was tightened blocking off all sight. Her shoulders tensed immediately but before Anne could step away from the unwanted touch the head girls words came from behind her, the words causing her to think as opposed to act.

They were unwanted thoughts however, and Anne felt a hot flush creep up her body, spreading over her neck and cheeks even as she had it. She HAD been enjoying the sight and she had been peeking.... If she had just moved on she wouldn't have been caught and wouldn't be naked in a small room...

"I didn't" Anne said in a small voice, not being specific of what she didn't but the blush that was clearly visible on her skin clearly told the fact that with more time she probably would of. The feeling of guilt that she was both caught, but she /was/ watching with lust at the blond girl, back arched as she cried her release. The thought prevented her from moving even as she felt the soft cloth binding loop around each wrist and each leg. A small part of her wondered what was going on as she could hear metal but only feel cloth - but her mind was wrapped with the flush of guilt, shame and even here, naked in this place, a little lust.

Her inner question however was answered fairly rapidly though as she heard metal on metal and her hands were lifted by her bindings via the metal chains she had seen earlier in the ceiling. Rather worryingly one leg was also lifted and there was nothing she could do about it even as she struggled to keep them together.

As they raised her arms and legs higher and higher Anne's heart beat faster even as her leg was lifted exposing her bare pussy to the cold air, forcing her to still her attempts against her bonds simply so she could maintain her balance.

Hopping slightly she got her balance back by pulling on the chains using them to support herself. But she was blind and exposed and Anne was worried at the completley vulnerable position she was in.

"Who in their right mind would be interested in rape?" she countered, "And watch your tone or I will leave you down here. I will not tolerate your attitude when I am trying to help you and ensure you still have a future in this school." Another turn would bring Anne a bit higher and force her to balance on her toes. Even in this room with no windows, the heavy air caressed the student's exposed sex. Vera took a moment to admire the woman's body. The bindings forced those muscles to stretch and to reveal more of those lovely curves. She could see how her words were affecting the student. The emotions radiated from her body just as heat radiated from those blushing cheeks.

"I thought we already been over lying to me, Miss Deas," Vera replied to the woman's hesitant response, "You are blushing. You know exactly why you lingered there, watching the woman moan and cry out for release. If you are not going to speak the truth, we are not going to get anywhere. I cannot help you if you do not let me." The Head Girl poured a cup of ice water onto the extended leg, letting the chilling fluid run all the way down the woman's smooth skin and down her ass and sex. The process was slow rather than something with shock factor like using an entire bucket full of water. No, she would carefully manipulate this woman's already arousing body until the truth came out.

"Hmm?" she pondered, reaching out and pinching a nipple, "Are your nipples erect already? I wonder if you are still wet from watching that student arch her glistening body under the light. Your pulse is racing, Miss Deas." She rolled the trapped nub, letting her thumb stroke the very top in slow circles. Without being able to see, Anne could only guess what the Head Girl would do next. The teasing only lasted a few moments before the touch faded away, Vera once more quietly circling the bound woman and waiting for her answers.

Anne had rather unintentionally kept herself in perfect shape by her frequent excursions out around the islands. Her muscles were well toned and the position that she found herself in was making sure they stood out and were working hard to keep her in place, rather than limply hanging from her bindings. Even though she was concentrating on her balance the headgirls threat didn't fall on deaf ears. Being left down here was certainly not appealing... especially like this! What if someone else came along? Or what if no-one came along?! The darkness surrounding her suddenly felt a little heavier but she held her tongue.

*Drip*

The chill of the liquid caused Anne to gasp even as it first touched her skin, with the rest of the cup quickly causing her skin to raise in goosebumps as it moved. With no sight all she could do is feel it trace down, inch by inch towards her nether regions. She couldn't shake it off without losing her pecarious balance so all she could do was endure. she shivered involuntarily as it dripped over her pussy and ass causing Anne to clench her teeth to stop any reaction, the water still ice cold barely warmed by her flesh. Her body betrayed her though, the flush deepening in her skin even as her nipples reacted to the sensation hardening perceivably.

Keeping her jaw clenched Anne stubborny refused to say anything. The water had now begin to trickle down her standing leg and her skin had warmed it

"Hmmm..."

She heard the voice come from in front of her mere moments before she felt the other girls fingers pinch her nipple causing it to harden further even as she continued to talk. Behind the blindfold her eyes widened in suprise at the new sensation and she let loose a small gasp before shutting her mouth with a shameful look. It was impossible for her to steel herself against any motion! Anne raged even against her own shame as her breathing deepened involuntarilly, her body reacting to the sensations against her wishes as the head girl rolled her now hard nipple expertly in her fingers.

Again, her reflexes screamed for her to move away from the touch but the slightest motion backwards almost caused her to lose her balance again.

"N-No..." Anne stammered, although it wasn't in answer to any question but more of a pleading to stop this, the word coming out in such a tone Anne felt ashamed of herself, her cheeks colouring as a little of her temper re-emerged. Her body was felt entirely vulnerable and was flushed with the sensations and still flushed with the sensations, shame and feeling of complete vulnerability. Before she could do anything though she felt her nipple released, leaving her hear pounding in her ears and leaving her with no sensation aside from the last of the water trickling down her leg and the leaden air in the basement, enhanced across her legs and most telling her pussy by the water, raising her heat there a tiny amount each moment that it was unattended.

Anne's ears strained to catch any movement or noise that could tell her what would happen next even as her standing leg continued to keep her balance.

"No what, Miss Deas?" Vera replied cooly. Another cup was poured, this time of hot water. The heated fluid started from the other side, making contact with Anne's bound wrist and running all the way down her arm. The water soaked down her side and over her breasts before meeting the chilled netherlips. "No is hardly an argument," she continued, "Your skin is flushed, yearning to be touched by me again. You are probably already playing out the fantasy you made while watching that other woman in your head. If you cannot be honest with yourself, you are going to remain as lost as you are now, Miss Deas."

"But since you refuse to explain further of why you are down here, I suppose we can continue on to the dreams you been having." Fingers pinched around the glistening nipple. Anne would be shocked to feel how cold Vera's fingers had gotten having dipped them in the icy water before touching the woman's heated flesh. "You mention being chased in your dreams and these things catching you and then raping you," the Head Girl said as her fingers continued to roll the helpless nub, "Tell me more about these dreams. You seem to know the details rather vividly. Tell me what happens to you. Tell me how it feels to be made helpless and a slave to your own body."

Another cup of cold water poured down upon the woman's chest. It flowed between Anne's breasts and across her toned stomach before making contact with her hooded pearl and exposed netherlips. Vera could feel the conflicting emotions coming from the student. The woman wanted to fight back but she could do nothing but experience the pleasure and new sensations being introduced to her body. The poor girl, the Head Girl was only getting started.