The worst part of it is that the head girl was right. Anne could feel her body responding to the rough touch and there was a small bit of her that was most definately wanting more. As the hot water made its way down her she gritted her teeth against the sensations as she silently promised that she was most definately NOT going to give satisfaction to this girl. Not now and not ever! But, she got about as far as that in her thought before she let a loud gasp out at the sudden icy contact on her hot flesh, her body shaking slightly even as she tried to maintain her balance and control of her body and desires at the same time.

Cheeks flaming she listened to the head girls words, a small part of her hoped that this wouldn't go on much longer not only because she could feel her body start to react the fingers manipulating her hard teat and to the pooling water as it mixed and slid down between her nether lips, but also to the fact that she could feel her standing leg start to tremble, fine vibrations running up even as her muscles stood taut.

Anne opened her mouth to answer the head girls question before snapping it shut abruptly. "Tell me how it feels to be made helpless and a slave to your own body." she had said... How in hell did she know that?!

As if in punishment to her sudden recalcitrance cold water spashed over her chest, causing her to flinch even as it made its way down finding its ways between her breasts, sliding over her lions, cooling then even as it heated her insides further.

In an attempt to buy herself time to get control of her own body Anne said, her voice full of mixed emotions "How do you know about being a slave to your own body? Do you know what its like to be chased and raped? To be spread over a desk while some THING shoves its cock inside you? TO be filled up by... " She stopped and took a steadying breath even as she shuffled her standing foot trying to find some way to relax it but only succeeding in almost losing her balance again. "Do you know?" Her anger at the thought and her position taking hold once again as she struggled to maintain her balance.

A soft sigh escaped Vera as she grabbed a bucket. "I told you to watch your tone," the Head Girl said evenly before swinging a bucket's worth of icy water onto Anne's nude form. What did not soak into the woman's hair would run and drench the rest of her body, leaving her shivering there in her bonds. "There is absolutely no reason to suddenly snap at the hand that is offering to help you, Miss Deas," She said before letting the bucket clatter on the concrete floor, "In case you have forgotten, those are dreams you experienced. Dreams, Miss Deas. Dreams are not real. You know as much as anyone else about the made up things you described. But, if you mean 'have I had sex?' then that is something I can answer. Yes, Miss Deas. I have had sex."

She hated when her time was wasted and Miss Deas was proving to be an expert in doing just that. "I think I am done for now," she said finally, "You want to treat everyone as your enemy, so be it. You have proven yourself unsafe to yourself and the students of this school due to this behavior. You will remain down here until your attitude changes or the Headmasters decide a more suitable punishment. You do not want anyone's help, Miss Deas. Until you correct that, you will be going nowhere. Goodbye, Anne."

Anne would hear light footsteps heading for where the door was. A light jingling of keys would soon follow and the unlocking of the heavy wooden door. The door would open. Would the Head Girl really leave Anne down here like this? Vera had grown weary of the constant snaps of anger coming from this woman. In case she had forgotten, this was to her punishment. But Vera preferred to correct errors rather than just beat a student. Unfortunately, this woman wanted no help from anyone. Students who did not seek to improve were useless in the Head Girl's eyes. Anne would hear the door creak as it begins to close.

Anne screamed as the ice cold water hit her, the force of the water both causing her to finally lose her balance and fall, only supported by her arms that cried out in shock at she sudden demand in them and her heart rate, already fast from her seething emotions redoubled at the shock of the water.

Hanging there, hair and body dripping and shivering her breathing came in ragged gasps, her only motion was her single foot scrabbling and slipping trying to find purchase on the floor but the swinging motion started from the impact of the water made it impossible. On top of that came the icy shock of her words. Could she leave?

As Anne heard the keys in the lock she realised that yes... she could. After all wasn't that the reason that she was here? Swallowing her pride to ask the girl to lead her out? How long would she be here like this if she left? Who else would find her like this? As she heard the door open a icy hand gripped her heart of being here cold, naked and completely exposed to whoever walked by.

"I'm sorry" Anne said in a small voice. "I've been letting my emotions get the better of me and I'm not used to talking about things like this. Can you forgive me?"

Annes own emotions were in turmoil. She was scared, naked, cold and wet. This almost felt like one of her dreams aside that it wasn't a monster doing this but a fellow girl. The thought scared her more than she cared to admit that maybe her dreams were real...

The creaking continued for what seemed like an eternity before stopping. "And why should I even trust you with my forgiveness," Vera replied coldly, "I gave you multiple chances to straighten up your act and you threw it back into my face each and every time, Miss Deas. I offered you a chance to correct yourself and instead you continue on your self destructive path. You have taken much of my time. Why should I waste anymore of it with you?"

The silver haired woman stepped away from the door and towards the shivering student. She gripped the woman's chin tightly, guided her still sealed vision to her own. "You ignore my questions and refuse to even try to find the truth of the matter," she hissed, "What can you possibly do to prove that you are not just pulling me around again? My patience for your antics has run thin. I would rather fill out the paper work and pass it along to the Headmasters and the proper authorities and let them deal with you. I can assure you, they will be even more annoyed that their time is wasted on you than I am."

The Head Girl released Anne's chin and walked away once more. Will the student be able to convince Vera that she was serious this time and would try to behave. The sound of the door creaking filled the room. Either way, Vera did not care. The woman would either straighten up or the labs will do that for her. The Head Girl would not waste any further time than necessary with a student who refuses to learn.

Anne had a severe lack of trust in authority which was a good part of the reason she hadn't gone any further than the nurse about her dreams. It had been proven to her time and time again that the more senior the person you talk to the less they care and normally the worse your problem becomes. It had been proven by her parents, councillors and even the pecking order among friends.

Therefore, given what she had already seen and how she had found herself, Miss Matsumoto going to the headmaster would make this seem like childsplay. If a fellow student, however exalted could leave her cold, naked, exposed and in quite possible danger then the thought what someone who had no-one to answer to could do made her shiver all over again, not from the icy cold water that was still dtripping from her but from the fear of what that could be like.

"It feels both terrifying and wonderful." Anne said, her voice subdued, but still clear beyond the slow drip, drip, drip of the water and the creak of the door. "I hate myself for it but I always seem to come harder than I have ever managed before, even though I know that it is against my will. I wake up and I don't know where I am, how I got back to bed and i feel dirty"

Anne had stopped swinging from the shock of the water and her foot was now supporting her again, but she didn't move any further aside from involuntary shivering as the droplets of ice water traced lines on her pale skin. She stood there, balanced by her toes, head bowed with the damp strands of her hair plastered to her skin, her shoulders slumped in defeat even as her arms were still held aloft.

She knew what she had to do and she would hate herself for it. But she would hate herself later.

Silence was the only response for a several moments. The door creaked as it shuts and is locked once more. Vera's voice revealed she had not left Anne just yet. "Some dreams can leave one disoriented after waking," the Head Girl replied, "The fact you both desire and fear what happens to you in your dreams stimulates your brain to continue producing these vivid images. Whether out of fear or lust, your brain is simply giving you what you want." Footsteps sound through the room as the Head Girl returned to the bound student. Seems she is getting another chance. Vera hopes this woman does not waste this boon for her sake.

"There is no shame in enjoying a dream," Vera continued, "As we both know, they are not real. You know the difference between dreams and reality. Beyond your horrible misjudgement today, you have not allowed these dreams to hinder your studies. Unless you told others, no one would know about your own private fantasies and nightmares. So there is no reason to feel shame for them. What happens in your head is your own private business, Miss Deas. But, we can analyze what may be causing these wanton desires." Her fingers pinched a chilled nipple, tugging slowly before rolling it gently over and over again.

"Let us talk more about what you saw in the other room," she said calmly, "You watched that student, bound and helpless. You watched her climax and cry out in utter bliss. What did you feel as you lingered there, watching the young woman? Did seeing such an event arouse you, Miss Deas? Please be honest, if not to me, to yourself." With Anne being more tame, the woman would be more open to Vera's explanations and suggestions. Without any evidence, the student would have been grasping for excuses about her 'dreams'. Something logical and psychological should be enough to convince this woman that these events truly were in her head.

Seizing on the subject different from being raped Anne grasped it firmly. The head girls words made sense, but she didn't want to think about it right now. It had almost gotten her locked up down here, naked, cold and exposed for anyone to see. Even the rough manipulation of her frozen nipple was a welcome distraction from that train of thought.

The new subject wasn't much better but at least she could be honest! "Yes." She replied, her voice still quiet in the room but regaining a little of its old strength as she realised she wasn't going to be left here.

"I found the sight... both wonderful and arousing. If you hadn't seen me I don't know how long I would have stayed." Anne coloured again at the admission, although the only outward sign was a tiny dimpling of her cheeks though her pale shivering body "But I couldn't tell you if I wanted to be her experiencing it... or be you, creating and controlling it..." As she said the final words she almost held her breath, suddenly wondering if she had said too much.

Finally, some amount of progress has been made. The student admits that she enjoyed watching the student in the other room. "Perhaps you enjoy both," Vera answered, "Some people like to be submissive and dominant depending on their mood. Now then, do you have any of these sorts of fantasies play out in your head while you are awake, Miss Deas? What of your personal life? Do you have another you are intimate with or do you pleasure yourself in your alone time?" The Head Girl would have asked before going into a bit more personal questions. But this woman was being punished and was currently hanging their in the complete nude. They have probably already gone beyond such concerns at this point.

"What of the position you are in now, hmm?" she continued, pinching a nipple before cupping a breast and squeezing slowly, "This would be a more submissive role. Does this arouse you, being this exposed and vulnerable to all who might be watching you right now? The more you delve and reveal about yourself, the faster we can reveal what may be causing your erotic dreams. It seems you have deep urges that are left unsatisfied and your mind is creating these events to help satisfy your needs. Though I suppose it is possible it can be the opposite but that all depends on what you have been doing personally."

Her other hand slid up Anne's body, cupping the other breast. Both hands massaged the glistening orbs, molding the luscious flesh between her fingers. Vera would apply just enough pressure to cause light discomfort before stroking and soothing the pain away. The cold water left the orbs firm to the touch, making it easier to goad hot blood to those tender mounds.

The questions managed to bring a little colour back in her cheeks as she blushed, the blood slowly bringing a small amount of heat back into her cheeks even as her body trembled from the position she had been holding for far too long already.

"There's no-one here to be intimiate with" Anne replied with a odd look on her face as a wave of melancholy passed over her. There was one but she disappeared months ago and no-one seemed to know where, or even who she was any more. "So I take care of my own needs when I need to"

Her eyes shut behind the cloth blindfold her own thoughts and suddenly she found herself lost in her thoughts, wondering what it would be like to have a lover here, pulling at her nipples, carressing her full breasts, gently squeezing them as she spoke softly to her...

With a start that almost caused her to fall she realised where she was and that she wasn't alone and the voice she heard wasn't a lover but a head girl. A head girl that she really didn't want to walk out on her. As she continued to speak though Anne found a feeling that she was starting to become far to familiar with here, the feeling of a ice surrounding her heart as she thought of other people watching... or worse, joining in. The thought was not appealing to say the least and it made her want to run into the corner and hide. All she could do though is shake her head and shuffle slightly, trying to give her leg some relief. "No Miss Matsumoto, not other people watching"

She left the rest unsaid as the head girl couldn't have missed her leaning into the touches, her mouth slightly parted although she was imagining that it was a lover as oposed to a tormentor.

Even after she had said no, The head girl continued to stroke and play with her chest, almost like she was fascinated by them, elicting small amounts of pain before removing it with skilled hands. The continued manipulations were starting to make Anne feel very strange. Her motions were both that of a lover and a tormentor and Anne simply wasn't equipt to deal with the confusing emotions that the sensations and the proximity of the other woman were creating.

"I see," she replied simply. The silver haired woman did not relent, bringing warmth back to those lovely orbs after being drenched in icy water. Her palms pressed and slid over the student's aching teats. She hefted each orb, stroking the underside of them as she blew soft breaths over the glistening surface. Anne's responses did not escape the Head Girl. She could feel how the woman rocked and arched her body against her hands, offering her chest to her groping fingers. Smiling knowingly, she continued to massage them for a few more moments.

"Apparently you are not able to satisfy all your needs if you are peeking in on other women," Vera said softly, "Even now, you are pressing your breasts into my hands. Your breathing grew slower, deeper with each passing moment I have touched your body. You need not worry about anyone else. No one is watching but me right now, Miss Deas. What you say will not leave this chamber, just as it would not leave the councilor's room if you actually went to visit her. Just be honest with yourself and tell me what is going through your mind right now. Do you like being touched like this, Miss Deas?"

The woman was relaxing despite her current situation. Vera decided to prod a bit and learn more about what makes this woman tick. If just playing with her tits got her heated up, this student will melt just as quickly as the previous student did. She blew another soft breath directly onto the woman's nipples before rolling them gently between her fingers. Gradually Anne would dry off unless Vera decides to give the woman another icy bath.

With shame, Anne realised that the head girl was right. She was responding to the gentle breaths, the soft strokes and even the sharp sensations as she felt her nipples squeezed and tugged, the hard shapes reacting even beyond her own will.

What made it worse is that she could feel her entire body warming up from the inside, fighting against the chill of the ice water that still clung to her pale skin. Her nether lips had also started to gather moisture of their own, parting ever so slowly as the ministrations continued, causing another rush of shame. She hated herself at her bodys betrayal but she was powerless to do anything about it. The head girls touches were that of an expert and she seemed to know exactly where to touch.

"Yes" Anne said quietly to the headgirls question, her head turning away from where she thought the headgirl was standing, a gesture vain in its attempt to hide her face and her embarresment. The head girls words were some comfort though. At least there wasn't anyone watching... Or so she said. The only sounds she could hear was the ocasional drip of water from her body, her breathing as well and the occasional motion of the head girl. Otherwise there was silence in the room.

The silence dragged for a little before Anne tried to word in her head what she wanted to say. Eventually, she spoke again "But its wrong. You tie me up and touch me like... like you care..."

There almost seemed to be more, the last word hanging of the end of something else, but Anne's mouth sealed shut, her mind both wanting and fearing the response while her body tensed slightly, but noticibly, almost bracing itself against a strike.

"But, Miss Deas," Vera said softly, her hand sliding upwards and gently taking the woman's cheek, "I would not be going through all this to help you if I did not care. It is obvious that you have needs deep inside you. These needs influence you while you sleep and your brain organizes all your thoughts. I cannot say that satisfying these needs will make the dreams stop but it may help you endure them. But, we must brings these hidden needs you have to the surface so that we can understand them and act accordingly." Gently, she guided the woman's blinded gaze to her own. "There is no shame for having these needs, Miss Deas," she added, "You are human and it is only natural to be drawn towards the need to mate with another."

Her hands slid down the woman's sides, feeling the curves of Anne's form. "Let us review," she said calmly, "State the rules you have broken and how you will avoid causing these errors in the future, Miss Deas. Then you can add the reasons why you did such actions and how you should have handled those reasons instead of breaking the rules." This was an opportunity for Anne to show she was listening and learning something from this. Success meant reward while failure meant a change of methods or perhaps adding upon the current method. Vera's touch faded away as the woman quietly drew back, letting the woman hang there and consider her answers. If things continued as they were, there may be hope for this student yet.

The tenderness of the caress almost made Anne forget herself. She felt the other girls soft hand on her cheek, turning her head gently. She could feel the other girls breath on her face, and on her lips... so close... The words the the head girl were speaking were only half heard, Annes mind cojouring up erotic images of what would happen if she leaned in just a little more...

As she felt those hands move, tracing her outine downwards, her fantasy came crashing down at the head girls words as reality flooded back into her brain. All of a sudden she remembered where she was, and who she was with and most importantly, what she was capable of. Her dreams and fantasys abruptly dashed Anne's head, that was still held in the position where the head girl had stroked it dropped, her blind gaze falling back to the floor just as her shoulders slumped, the motion making the chains rattle as they took her weight through her arms.

Hanging there quietly a moment Anne collected her thoughts, back to the task at hand rather than fantasys. "Trespassing, Miss Masumoto" Anne said, her voice flat, a far cry from the slightly breathy, light quality it held not a few moments before. "Not asking the correct people about my problems and speaking disrespectfully to you"

"As for what I can do I..." Anne voice faltered as she wondered what she /could/ do. Its not like she could change herself... And even if she could Anne liked being her! Why should she change herself for someone elses whim? But she also knew that THAT answer would end very badly. So what could she say to please this girl.

The moment dragged on a bit as Anne thought furiously, her expression shifting as she thought of and discarded ideas as the darkness her world was wrapped in made her forget to school her face as she thought. Eventually "By asking you, or another when I need to know something rather than trying to find it out by myself. And hoping that you accept my apology."

They were effectively both lies however. While she may ask more questions which would hopefully prepare her better she certainly wouldn't stop trying to find her own answers. Her distrust of authority ran deep and while she may be cold, naked and still more than a little frightened of what could happen here she knew herself well enough that she couldn't trust answers unless she found her own proof. And as to the latter? She was annoyed at herself. She had managed to forget where she was and how she was being treated and right now she was far to focused in berating herself up that she honestly didn't care if the apology was accepted. Still, Anne believed it was exactly what Miss Matsumoto wanted to hear. Or at least she hoped that it was.

"I already know what your apologies are worth, Miss Deas," Vera replied, "I have no need for further lies. Beyond that though..." Another stroke on the cheek while another hand slid up her side, "The answer is satisfactory to a point. But words will do little. The fact you know what you are supposed to do means that I will not tolerate this again. Doing this error again means you lied to me as well as yourself, something that I will take very personally. Furthermore, you are free to research on your own time. But you must follow the rules. Snooping around where you should not be will do no one any good. Any concerns about the rules can easily be remedied by asking a teacher, Head Girl, or Prefect. I do hope you keep this in mind, Miss Deas."

"Now then," she said softly, caressing the side of Anne's breast, "Is there anything I can do for you, Miss Deas? Perhaps you would like to talk more about your dreams. Since they are the cause of your troublemaking ways, I am more than willing to act as your councilor for the moment." Her thumb rolled around the woman's erect nipple once more before tracing downwards. Her hand went lower and lower before faintly grazing the woman's hooded pearl. It was a light tease that drew away as quickly as it came. Vera's hand slid along the student's extend leg, stroking the smooth thigh.

"You're aroused, Miss Deas," Vera said simply, "Perhaps being bound like this is a fetish you never explored before. It would be understandable as this is not something you could do alone. Do you get bound often in your dreams?" Fingers slid back down, lightly tracing those enflamed netherlips. Up and down, her fingertips ran along the tender entrance but made no move to enter.

Part of Anne almost sighed with relief. The fear of being left here was still very much in the forefront of her mind and her extermities were still cold from her ice bath, only now starting to warm back up helped by the the exertions of her standing on one leg for so long. It was a relief to know she wasn't going to get another and that she wasn't going to be left.

The bad news was that she now had the very real worry that this head girl was going to actually be keeping an eye specifically on her. This thought didn't comfort Anne even in the slightest. Still, there was nothing she could do about it now.

"Yes Miss Matsumoto" Anne said, her voice still flat, devoid of any emotion as she strove to keep any of the relief she felt out of it.

As she hung there she wondered how much longer she would have to endure this. The pain in her leg from holding the same position and a goodly portion of her weight was starting to become more than a distraction and she wasn't sure how much feeling she still had in her hands. The blindfold was still in place and she wondered how long she had been down here now. It seemed like an age.

As she thought this, that unfamiliar touch resumed as soft skin met the side of her breast causing Anne to flinch with suprise. She hadn't expected to be touched again! This Miss Matsumoto was infuriating! What did she want? At one moment she was being treated as a lover and the next, a thing... But even as she tried to rage against it she knew that loved the touches far more than she wanted too.

The head girls hand stroked upwards til it cupped the side of her ample orb, sending small sparks through her body. The head girl started talking again, her voice soft almost trying to caress her mind as she physically stroked Anne's body. This time though Anne was determined not to lose herself like she had before. Even so, the girls touch was expert and she couldn't help start to feel herself react.

Talking about her dreams suddenly seemed like a good idea. It would keep her focused on something other than the expert ministrations of her body. "No Miss Matsumoto..." her mind distracted heavilly trying to fight her growing inner heat as she felt that soft hand trace lower, its feather-light carress tracing what felt like glorious holy fire over her hooded clitorious.

"No Miss Matsumoto" She began again, marshalling herself, trying to steel her body against reacting any further. "I've ever been bound like this although I have been pinned down before, before being threatened and forced into asking to be used"

She could remember the night as she spoke, the anger in those neon green eyes as he forced her to make an impossible choice. She had almost forgotten about it, the memory causing her shoulders to tighten again as some of the anger and fear she had from that night transmitted through her memories into reality. For the first time she actually liked reliving the feelings from her dreams. It was good, the fear and anger. It distracted her from how she was feeling towards Miss Matsumoto.

"I've never liked the thought of being bound Miss Matsumoto" Annes head shifted, trying to pin the headgirl with her blindfolded gaze but she could only guess where she was stood. "I was pinned down and used once and I... dislike the idea of it happening again" The last was delivered with a little of her former spirt - the word dislike giving images of something far, far greater than any mere dislike.

Emotions continued to war inside as she tried to fight with her own rising heat, even her own mind yearning to be stroked more as she delved her mind into her dreams and thoughts to distract it.