The more she prodded, the more the woman gave further information. Finally, they were getting down to the source of this woman's issues. Things would have been much simpler if students simply told everything from the beginning instead of trying to hide every little detail from her. "For you to be used here, you would have to have a use, Miss Deas," Vera replied simply, "So you need not worry about such an event repeating itself. But, since you brought it up... Tell me more about this incident. It seems you have been keeping this from me when it could very well be crutial in helping you with these dreams of yours."

"If you have been violated in the past, that could very well be part of the reason you have these forceful nightmares," the Head Girl continued. Despite a history of being violated, Vera would not let that excuse the woman from her punishment. Fingers danced across the woman's netherlips and pearl once more, teasing the clitoris to come out from hiding. "I understand this can be a tender subject but if you truly wish to help with your dreams, you have to more open with me, Miss Deas," she said softly, "But if you prefer to push away my help just like you did to everyone else, then I can simply punish you until any urge to break the rules for your own personal reasons are removed from your head. The choice is yours. I will help you but I will not tolerate your games, Anne."

The touch lingered, constantly tormenting the awakening bundle of nerves. The more it swelled, the more Vera's fingers could touch and stroke the tender nub. Her thumb ran in slow circles around the helpless pearl while her free hand continued to squeeze and mold the firm tit flesh in her grasp. Since this woman was proving less and less willing to help herself, Vera would turn up the heat and proceed with the correction. If the student thought the monsters were bad, she would soon experience the patient touch of a very experienced woman.

Anne froze at the rebuke. No use? Her jaw clenched as anger surged through her tired, sore limbs. Of all the stuck up, self righteous little....

With an effort she got control of her temper and forced her body to relax, still seething as she quietly listened as the head girl continued talking. She had had it proven quite well that losing her temper her would have nasty consequences and she didn't want another ice bath any time soon..

The feelings shooting up from her exposed sex weren't helping matters either. It was making it hard to focus as the gentle strokes transmuted into small sparks of heat that rose from her loins just as they sparked through her mind, interupting her thoughts, making it harder and harder to distract herself.

"Before I answer your question Miss Matsumoto, I have a question for you." Anne quickly inhaled and forged before the head girl could interrupt "If I have no use for you Miss Matsumoto, then why would you care to help me? What use would... No... could you have for me?" The question was more designed in Annes mind to distract the head girl, an attempt to buy some time to collect herself but as the asked it she wondered what the answer would be. What use could she be to someone like this? Would she actually want to see this girl ever again?

Anne gasped as this thought passed through her mind as the head girls thumb slid around her clit, the sparks suddenly igniting her blood and she again felt her nether lips dampen perceviably. The girls ministrations on her exposed pussy combined with her almost gentle mauling of her breasts her free hand seemed to be perfectly timed, creating waves of pure pleasure that only magnified themselves.

"You are currently no use to anyone, Miss Deas," she corrected, "You are unable to trust anyone and continue to try and solve everything yourself. What could you be useful for? That is up to you. The fact you are here at this university means you have potential. But if you do not do anything with that potential or squander it, then yes, you will be useless. Businesses and companies expect workers to be able to work with others whether it be in a team or through other means. Right now, no one would hire someone with an attitude problem and completely unable to trust the superiors that would hire you."

"In the future, you will answer my question first before asking your own, Miss Deas," Vera added with a faint pinch upon her clit, "Behave well enough and perhaps I will allow it. But currently, you are too busy being pissy at everything I have to say. If you have so much energy to be angry, perhaps you should put that towards learning about yourself and how to deal with your problems instead of blaming everything around you. The sooner you understand that I am here to help you, the better off you will be. But if you have no intention of trusting me, then just tell me and I will stop wasting both our times. I grow weary with your constant want to avoid your problems when solving them is exactly why you came down here in the first place."

The speed or roughness did not increase any further. The strokes and circles about the woman's swelling clitoris remained methodic. Vera could feel the heat rushing into the bundle of nerves, making it all the more tender to the touch. She could see Anne growing wet and feel the arousal and lust pouring from her aura. Whether the woman hated it or not, it did not change what her body absolutely loved. Her hand slid up Anne's breast and once again stroked the woman's cheek. The student would either allow herself to be corrected or be broken by her. At this point, Vera could care little either way.

Goddamnit! Why did this infernal woman have an answer for everything? And worse, a /good/ answer! One that made her think. One that she couldn't argue with.

One that she could actually agree with.

Anne loved being left alone even before her rape, she needed it and even thrived on it. Since coming here though she had started to find a love of people watching. Watching from afar at their mannerisms, how they held themselves, the lies and the truths that they told. She found it fascinating, although she still hated actually interacting with other students and teachers. It made her wonder. What made this Miss Matsumoto tick? What could cause someone to be so.... so... correct with everything she seems to be?

Anne had no more time to think about that however, as another surge of pleasure spiraled up from the headgirls fingers, reminding her in no uncertain terms that she still the subject and not in a safe position. Perhaps she would see how much she could get out of her... But to do so she would have to be a "good girl" so she could ask her own questions...

In her own dark world, she nodded feeling the ends of her hair slide throught the last few drops of water that were still clinging to her shoulders, now warmed a little from her own body heat. "It was of course before I came here Miss Matsumoto" She began "I had been out late and had decided to make a shortcut through a nearby forest on the way home. Unfortunately I didn't make any allowances to a group of boys who were taking that night to drink and brag. I came across them at the worst possible time.

Anne broke off, a little puzzled. It was a strange feeling retelling the story. She had told it but once since arriving here, to a fellow student named Maylie and it was painful in the retelling. Now, even telling it to an unknown girl who had effectively forced it - it didn't hurt. Nothing compared to how it had! She could still feel the echo of the pain but she didn't feel like she wanted to cry like she always had.... Had she grown that much in a short year?

A small gasp left her lips as she felt a finger brush her clit sending yet another series of sparks tracing their way upwards, before resuming its slow, maddening orbit.

Reminded by pleasure as opposed to pain that she had stopped talking, Anne continued "Well... One of the boys started making crude comments about me and how i should be enjoying male company. I tried to walk by them but one tripped me up. By the time I had stood back up they had me surrounded."
"As i made a dash one of them grabbed my chest and it went downhill from there..."

"What happened next left me in hospital for weeks with endless councilling sessions, with a long series of people that didn't care in one way or another." Annes voice died out again, the look on her face a strange mix of puzzlement from her own lack of emotion, and amusement and the irony of those councillors and how she found herself. Although she would have caused herself crazy she almost wanted to laugh at the fact that she was tied up, but doing better than any had managed.

As Anne fell silent she slumped in her bindings causing the chains to rattle as her weight shifted, a sharp spike of pain lancing up her leg before being swallowed into the glorious feeling of the head girls finger orbiting her clit. Shutting her eyes behind the blindfolded she let herself sink into the pleasure as her mind cast about for why she felt so... strange from retelling it.

Apparently the Head Girl made her point clear as the bound student focused on the questions asked and began telling her story. Details were left out but Vera got the picture. This woman was raped and abused by a group of men. It was difficult to react to such a story having been on this island for several years and know the truth of its purpose. She knew that majority of the students here would soon be suffering from several rapes or worse from much crueler creatures than man. But the silver haired woman was not so out of touch to know the impact being raped can have on someone. She has experienced such events numerous times on the island afterall.

Vera stroked the woman's cheek though did not stop her endless torment. "I am sorry you had experienced such an event, Anne," she said softly, "But, whether they truly cared or not should not have mattered. If you truly wanted help you would have accepted it as they would have helped you one way or another. Councilors are very much doctors of psychology and their ability to perform would be greatly hindered if they allowed each case to become personal. You say they did not care but the fact they were more focused on their job meant they cared enough to perform admirably. Someone unbiased can give straight answers without thinking they need to give a softer touch. Reality is harsh and it is important to bring a patient back to it, Miss Deas. Where you failed to accept help then, you have an opportunity to remedy that now."

"Do you wish to speak more of this or shall we return to those dreams you have been having?" Vera asked calmly. Even though her voice was neutral, her fingers never slowed. She could feel the nub throbbing between her fingers, yearning for more and more of her pleasant touch. The poor woman was being split in multiple directions. Soon the student would not know what to be angry or frustrated at anymore. As she waited for an answer, her hand drew away from Anne's cheek and traced a finger along the glistening trail of nectar forming at the woman's sex. If she had grown wet enough for it to run down the woman's thigh, she would follow it down the moistened path.

"Surely a councillor has to listen and the ones that I saw about it showed a singular lack of that ability. Constantly telling me to repeat the same story over, and over, and over again while giving absolutely no straight answers, help or ability to deal with it isn't bringing me back to reality. Although it /is/ making reality needlessly cruel."

As the headgirls finger traced her cheek she felt it burn like holy fire, and her body reacted, the additional sensation mixing and merging with herself. Anne froze for a moment in place, eyes squeezed shut as her body almost rippled, her body wound up to such an extent that it wanted to orgasm but there wasn't quite enough pysical sensation for her to orgasm properly. Just enough to make her body yearn for it. Want it. NEED it.

Again, Anne attempted to master herself, drawing on her anger that she had against the councillors for making her relieve that night so many times while refusing to listen to what she herself wanted, using it to try and keep control of her own body as it was wound up beyond her ability to cope.

She succeeded, albiet barely.

For a few moments she hung there, muscles standing out, trembing perceivably before she relaxed again with a soft exhalation. Opening her eyes again to the darkness of her blindfold she again tried to look at her.

"So what do you want to know about my dreams?" Anne asked, trying her best to ignore the headgirls finger, that still hadn't ceased its slow orbit around her now fully engorged clit.

"You speak as if it is all just a simple matter with a simple answer, Miss Deas," Vera replied, "If things were that simple, you would have already solved this matter yourself and not be wandering in places you should not be. It may be possible that they were incompetent but who are you to judge? Simply talking about the event is a means of dealing with it. If you are reacting in such an hostile matter then, I can see why they decided to remain on that step."

Anne was struggling with the sensations the Head Girl was bringing to the young woman's body. The silver haired woman could feel the conflicting emotions as the student clinged to her anger. It was amusing how students will rely on such ridiculous means to block out the truth. The woman desired to be touched but will not admit it. Then again, she would not admit such things to the monsters that capture her from time to time either.

There was several moments of silence as the bound woman took slow breaths to try and calm her yearning body. Vera was patient as her fingers continued their slow circles, sparing the woman's pearl only to trace down her slick netherlips before returning to their original method of torture. Anne was successful in calming herself enough to speak her question. The Head Girl had no real care for the so called dreams as she could already guess the details and outcomes. This student apparently lacked the ability to remember that the rapes were real. It was no uncommon as students' minds can take such measures as a sort of defense mechanism to reduce the impact and shock of such horrible events.

"That is for you to decide, Miss Deas," she replied, "This is your opportunity to talk freely about your problem to someone that will listen. There is nothing to gain from asking questions as it could bring you to things you do not wish to speak of. I may as well do you a favor and limit your means to lie to me. So speak or don't. This is your time and you will remain down here until I deem you fit to return to the student populous." Vera pinched the woman's clit once more and followed it by a gentle flick. The touch would fade as the Head Girl quietly moved about the room, searching for a few items of note. Unfortunately, Anne would not know what was coming until it was much too late.

The shock ran through her body once again as the headgirl pinched and ficked her engorged clit, the sudden sensation casuing her eyes to widen again as she desperately fought for control for her own body, trying to prevent the impending orgasm. It was actually starting to become hard to remember why she was so reluctant to come!

Eventually she regained control of herself and let out the breath she had been holding in a long exhallation. She was mortified to feel the long trickle of moisture from her own pussy thread its way down her leg, but for the moment the head girl had stopped her maddening touch. It gave her a moment to think.

She knew that there was more to her dreams than simple dreams. She couldn't say why or even how she knew but deep in her gut and soul she knew. This was the reason she was here after all... To see if there was even a little truth to the rumors she had heard... Something that would prove or disprove her dreams. They were too real to her until she woke up and they stayed with her in a way that her normal dreams never did. If she didn't know better she would swear that there /were/ monsters doing those terrible things to her... But really.. Monsters? She gave up tales like that when she was a child! So.. she came here to find a truth but instead of answers all she had found was this silver haired woman who was so skilled with her fingers and at the same time so cold with her words that cut like a blade even as her fingers worked magic she had never felt before. It made Anne wonder what made someone like this tick. Cold but comforting, Beautiful but dangerous... She fascinated her as much as she scared her.

But as all roads lead to Rome, all her thoughts led back to where she was and the head girls words. What did she mean "limit your means to lie to me" Anne wondered... Whatever she mean Anne really didn't like the sound of it... Or for that matter the sounds of cupboards being opened and closed, metal clanking against metal as the head girl shifted things around in them. And to cap it off what did she want? She kept saying about being fit to return to the student populous but this wasn't right... It was almost like she was trying to find something else but she didn't have a clue what it could possibly be.

Wincing slightly she shifted her foot yet again, trying to avoid it cramping. She realised she couldn't feel her arms any more and her foot HURT, the movement sending a lance of pain up the calf.

"What do you know of dreams Miss Matsumoto?" Anne asked, her voice a little tight with the pain from her foot "You said that i'm having them because of repressed sexual desires but it doesn't feel right. Why would it be monsters? Things that are horrifying and cause me to wake in a cold sweat? Why wouldn't it be dreams of other students perhaps?"

Anne paused as she thought about what she just asked. There was again more to it but again, just as before she couldn't put her finger on what she knew was the correct question. "Do you dream Miss Matsumoto?" She asked, finally.

"Everyone dreams, Miss Deas," Vera answered, "Though no one knows why, dreams are required to survive." The Head Girl was aware of the woman's discomfort. She had put many women in similar positions and knows the toll it can have on the body. Of course she kept a mental timer on how long the woman's limbs had been like this. Blood would gradually fall away from the held limbs especially as other parts of the student's body continues to draw on more of that hot blood. The numbness would only make the sensations of the rest of her body more apparent.

"Dreams vary from person to person," she continued as she began to trace the tip of a long feather over the woman's exposed netherlips, "As for it feeling right, you have no prior experience with another beyond your ordeal in the past so it is only natural that you are confused and unsure about what you feel. It is generally how it is for a virgin's first time for example. But what you do not know is that contrasting sensations and emotions can make them both more vivid and powerful. You mention being frightened to the point of feeling terror. But, did you orgasm during such dreams, Miss Deas? Perhaps even multiple times?"

The feather traced upwards, tickling the woman's clitoris. The touches were so faint it put to question if they were truly there or if Anne was imagining it in her current state. "It is possible that your subconcious knows what you want more than you do," the Head Girl said calmly, "Not to say you prefer imagined partners but that you prefer more.. forceful takings. Whether you wish to admit it or not is irrelevant. Your body and mind deep down know what are your deepest desires."

The time the head girl spent rumaging through the cupboards let Anne recover, her heart slowing back down to a less frentic pace and her breathing to stablise properly. As the wait continued it started eroding at her hastilly errected mental fortitude another way. What was she going to do? What was she finding in those cupboards?

Anne's body had been tensed expecting a strike or something else heavy given the noises that the head girl had been making in the lockers. The first soft touch of the feather caused her to flinch heavilly, the motion only being halted by luck as her tired muscles contracted at the same time causing her to rock on the same spot for a moment before settling again.

The light touching disappeared for a moment, giving her the time to frame a reply. Deliberately ignoring saying the fact she DID come during the dreams.. often and repeatedly she asked "Why would my deepest desires that of being chased and raped when I know what thats like and I didn't enjoy it at all?"

Amazingly, her voice was level with considering everything that was happening and had happened. The tickling between her legs felt like a ghost, her body taking its time about responding after the more insistant touch it had just endured.

"There is a difference between rape and simply being forceful," Vera responded, the feather tracing lightly between the woman's netherlips, "Instead of focusing on imaginary creatures, you should have been more focused on something more real. The dreams involved sex and that is something you can explore. It is possible that the dreams are telling you that you prefer things a bit rough. The intensity could involve how long you have kept these urges repressed and ignored. It can mean many things. There are many books about dreams and it would have been wise to go to the library and study such things rather than immediately break every rule you could come up with."

The feather was moistened with Anne's juices. The woman would feel the cool wet tip trace around her nipples and down between her breasts. Vera was done teasing though and decided to turn things up. The tickling feather drew away only to press against the student's netherlips. Slowly, the thin item slipped between Anne's slit. Each thin strand dragged along those tight velvet walls as the feather went deeper and deeper. Vera moved painfully slow, letting the troublesome student take in each and every centimeter of the devious item.

Once all the way in, her thumb stroked the swollen pearl briefly before pulling back and repeating the whole process. The student had dreamt of being fucked by monsters and has experienced men but it was doubtful the young woman had every been fucked by something as simple as a feather. Vera would pull the feather out all the way with each pass, letting the tip trace up and down the exposed entrance before reentering again and again.

As Annes body tensed at the intrusion a wild part of her mind wondered quite how much longer she could cope with this. Each motion seemed calculated to bring her to a point where she was yearning for more and then nothing as she was left just long enough to recuperate before it started again. It was maddening!

But that thought flashed through the distant back of her brain between heartbeats. The main part of her brain and body was focused on the indescribable feeling of a feather deep inside her. It was like a ghost of a cock... She could feel it all but none of the solidarity that being fucked gave... and thus there was only the ghost of the pleasure that it could give, each time she felt it being forced inside her causing her hungry walls to attempt to clamp down on the invading object but with no success, which only hightened the slick feather touch as it was stroked her outer lips.

She hung there, blindfolded eyes wide as she gasped, her mouth hanging open and body screaming for more but not able to satisfy itself. As a result there was no reply to the headgirls comments, her body caught with the alien sensation and not giving her the moment of clear thought she needed to frame a reply.

The student was caught completely off guard. The poor woman had no clue on how to deal with this unusual form of sexual torment. A soft smile spread across Vera's lips as she watched Anne struggle. The woman could not even muster up a response to the Head Girl's statement, the feather demanding her undivided attention.

The teasing continued. The wet feather left Anne's body only to teasingly trace over her breasts and cheek with the soaking tip. The student would smell her own arousal on the cruel toy before being replaced with a fresh feather. The soft threads tickled and stimulated those exposed nipples and glide over the heated orbs. It slid downwards, tracing around the woman's exposed netherfolds only to trace down the woman's inner thighs and the back of her knees. Even the numbing leg got attention before finally returning the student's awaiting sex and sliding right in, the slow thrusting process repeating anew. Vera was more than willing to let this torment keep going until Anne found her voice again.

As before, the head girl seemed to know exactly when and where to push almost like it were her own. Even the brief respite that she gave while Anne felt the feather stroked her sensitive, flushed flesh ended mere moments before Anne found her mental feet, her mind synced with her body. A blur of contracting walls and confused images flashing in front of her dark eyes, her own musk filling her nose and wrapping itself around her befudded mind like a cocoon.

It was as the third feather was slid out, covered so completely with her juices that it was almost dripping that Anne found her voice, more by accident as a sharp stab of pain lanced up from her foot striking through her mindless haze. As she had lost her mind for that moment she had also stopped moving her standing foot and it had started cramping.

Anne gasped, loudly as the stabbing pain drove back her all encompasing lust and on the heels of it she found her voice again. Blinking her eyes rapidly she got ahold of herself, feeling the feather stroking across her rock-solid nipples.

"How?" Anne said, her voice dry having left her mouth open too long. There was a lot more she would have liked to ask but between the pain from her legs and the raging lust that filled her wasn't giving her much thinking time.

A vague single word question was all that escaped the woman's confused lips. The student was gasping audibly now both in pain and pleasure. Vera frowned a bit at Anne's struggles. Hmph, the other student lasted much longer in this position. "I have already told you how you can improve yourself, Miss Deas," Vera replied to the possible question that was asked. "You will remain in this state until I believe you are ready to return upstairs. But from what I am hearing and seeing, you seem to enjoy this form of correction. Perhaps my theory of your hidden sexual urges is not so far off now is it?"

The torment kept going at the same maddening pace. Vera admired the writhing body but kept her voice calm and professional as she continued to lecture the lustfilled student. "There is nothing wrong with not realizing it, Miss Deas," she continued as let the tip of a fresh feather push against the woman's engorged clit, "Everyone has their own hidden demons or parts of themselves they hide behind another visage. Your body had experienced sex before and while you tell yourself you do not like it, part of you deep down yearns for that stimulation once more." Vera pushed the feather, letting it curl and drag over the student's exposed pearl. It was like the feather was fucking Anne's clit rather than her folds now while still going at that slow methodic pace.