Her body arched as the words pounded into her already battered psyche. "Uuuhhnnn..." she groaned, eyes fluttered a bit before blinking slowly. Vera had done something wrong. She did not know what it was but she knew she must beg for forgiveness. Her master was displeased with her though the details were fuzzy. But none of that mattered, she must beg to her master, that was all her brain was telling her now.

"Pl-Please... M-Master!" she gasped out, "Please t-turn off the w-water!" The title fell from Vera's lips. It sounded strange calling this horrible creature her master. A hand went to her temple as she tried to sit up. The slime's effects were wearing off, allowing her to move. Of course moving introduced her to all her stretched and sore muscles as more groans of pain escape her. Vera felt confused, trying to figure out why she was thinking so strangely. It sounded right in her head but felt weird coming out of her mouth. It was not new for her to use the term master but that was for her true owners, the headmasters.

Arms held the edge of the tub as Vera pulled herself up. She certainly did not look like a prideful Head Girl anymore. Her much shorter hair hung down to her shoulders and infront of her face as the woman tried to get out of the tub. She would need to find a towel as well though it was doubtful that her master... this monster would let her go so easily. "I'm sorry, M-Master," she stammered meekly, "Please forgive me." Her head was bowed, gazing at the floor like a proper slave should.

The demon watched as she slwoed regained her senses. The cold water was clensing though and she begged for the water to stop. With a twist the shower head stops its tortuous flow. The head girl slowly made her way to her feet. The demon prepared himself for conflict but instead she meekly looked towards her feet and apologized. The mind control seemed to be in full effect. Slimer tended to avoid compulsion as he wanted his victims fully aware of their helpless rapes. For Vera though, and her unbending will he was certainly willing to make an exception.

As the water ended and she stood there he took a moment to take in her beautiful body. Had he not just sated himself thoroughly he would be tempted. As it was his lust was cool but his anger at her defiance still ran hot.

He stared at her poorly cut silver hair, her sopping body as she began to shiver. A little time tired and cold may help her obedience. Well, Vera foregiveness is earned not given. Do not track your water all over this nice apartment. I expect you to be dry before you step out of the shower. How you accomplish this is up to you. Whether you drip dry or rub the water off is of no concern to me. The demon says seeing how far her obedience would go or whether she would use her strong will to fight the chemical bond he currently held over her.

The monster looked down upon her for a moments, speaking up when she tried to climb out of the shower. His voice sounded so powerful now. Every word he spoke seemed to echo through her body. She found herself sitting on her knees, still shivering from the cold. "C-Can I get a t-towel at least?" the Head Girl asked. The seed had taken a firm hold of her psyche but Slimer would hear her thoughts, trying to logically think of why she was acting this way. Though she failed to speak his title this time, her mind said 'Master' clearly. Part of her was still resisting. The shock of the cold water helped her wake up which led to some of her sense going back into her hazy mind.

She reached to turn off the water. If she was to get dry, she would need to at least have that off. Arms wrapped around her chest, more out of warmth than modesty. Her nipples were diamond hard from arousal and chills Part of her wanted to lift her gaze, look up at the monster and in the eye like she always did. But her head felt heavy, staring instead at one of the monster's many feet. She bit her lip, struggling more within herself than what is happening around her.

You will address Slimer as master...master...master The words boomed into her dazed mind. The coomand was in response to her request. The demon knew she had true masters and was surprised when images of the headmasters filled his head as she thought. That information was worth alot to those on the island, and he stored it in his mind, not knowing when it would come in handy.

As she knelt there cold and shivering staring at his feet he retreived a towel. Before handing it to her he asked, This towel, do you wish to ask for it again? Properly this time? The questions were cruel as goosebumps had begun to form and her nipples had hardened. The shivering began to reach new levels as she was still extra sensative.

Much like before when she was abducted, there was no resisting the seed when direct commands were given. Slimer was her master. The words pounded into her subconcious, becoming new facts her mind would accept. This monster owned her and she was to give the proper respects expected from a slave. The command continued to pound into her brain as a towel was offered to her, just out of reach as he mentioned asking properly.

Properly? Vera blinked as she took all this information into her head. It was hard to think while shivering. Her entire body tingled as goosebumps tickled her skin. Her nipples ached and throbbed as hot blood tried to bring them warmth. Bowing her head, her shaking hands tried to rest as best as they could on her thighs. "Please, Master," the Head Girl began, "May I have a towel to dry myself so I may better serve you?" 'Slimer is my master... Slimer is my master...' The command repeated in Vera's head. Calling him master aloud sent shivers down her spine. But it had the intended effect as her resistance began to melt away. The suggestions were taking a tighter hold now.

The head girl finally showed the humility the demon had never expected out of her. Even with the seed he knew she must be waging a war with her subconcious to fight the impropriety of the humilations being thrust upon her. Stepping forway he had the naked beauty a towel watching her body shimmer wetly as her nipples hardened in the cool air. Now Vera, dry yourself off promptly.

He watched as she put the towel to work drying her body, wondering if she would await further instructions or take it upon herself to take action. The student leader on the island and master of order for the campus, he knew her instinct would draw her to action. He waited to see if his instincts were right.

The Head Girl accepted the towel with a simple 'Yes, Master' and was quick to rid herself of the frigid waters. Her breathing slowed as did her chattering teeth as some of her composure returned to her. The subconcious commands continued to pound away at her vulnerable mind, ensuring it remains engrained deep inside her thoughts. It felt strange drying herself right infront of a monster. But, this was her Master. If he wished it, he can look upon her form anytime he wanted. It was still a bit uncomfortable seeing him stare at her like this though.

Once warm and dry again, Vera wrapped the towel around her and stepped out of the shower. She had accomplished her task and was allowed to finally get out but what to do beyond this confused her. Was her Master expecting something more from her? Though her mind told her to obey this monster, she knew nothing about this one beyond previous encounters. How to properly behave as a slave depended much on the owner and his own desires.

Part of her wanted to go out and get dressed once more. She needed to collect her hair as well so that it may be restored in NICE labs. But none of those options were valid as she found herself lowering to her knees before her demonic owner. "My apologies for keeping you waiting, Master," Vera said calmly, "Is there something you require of me?" Her eyes were on the floor. Her mind ran in circles, having be in thrown in this role of slave for an unfamiliar Master. Something felt wrong but those worries would be swept away by concern for being a proper and obedient slave.

The demon watched her rub the water quickly off, removing the heat stealing substance. As she finished, she wrapped the towel around her curvy body and stepped from the tub. She promptly knelt before him and asked what her master desire. Good he thought the commands were holding.

While his drugs would eventually fade from her system, filtered by her body like any other toxin, he planned on leaving a psychological and emotion imprinting that could possibly remain. Could he train Vera to be his slave proper? He doubted he could get such a strong willed being to break that far. Although, he smiled to himself as he thought it, it would be a hell of alot of fun to try.

Reading her thoughts she wanted to get dressed and to collect the discarded remains of her ankle length hair to be restored by the labs. Interesting that they have those capabilities and that these humans were as shallow as he was to wadte his time on such a technology. Ever since he had first seen her, she had taken great pride in her hair, so he started with that.

Pet retreive the scissors and even out the mess you have made with your hair. You can either even it out or cut your bangs short, I will leave the devision to you. You look ridiculous right now so make it snappy. The demon said waiting for her to move.

The monster disliked her current appearance though it was due to his threats that her hair was like this in the first place. But such retorts were not spoken or even thought of as Vera rose to her feet. "Yes, Master," she obeyed, opening a drawer and pulling out a small pair of scissors. Despite the demon's insults, the cut was clean due to her magic. Evening them out took only a few moments of snipping the rogue strands of hair. Maintaining her appearance was natural for the woman as it was what others judged each other on in first impressions. As Head Girl, she was to lead by example. So the order given was something she would have already been working on anyway.

"I have finished, Master," Vera said calmly, "I hope it is to your liking." Her bangs were still long but her shoulder length hair was now even with one another. Still wearing only a towel, the Head Girl stood before the demonic being. Her hands rested over her lap with her eyes lowered like a submissive servant. "By you leave," she added, "I will go and get dressed now." Vera remembered she was working before her Master arrived. Then... Well many things happened after that. But any attempts to think on that would cause the suggestions from before to pound inside her head. She blinked a few times before those thoughts vanished and she was once more thinking of the present and what to do next. Beyond the suggestions, there was not much else holding Vera to remain obedient. When the seed wears off, she would no doubt return to knowing what has happened.

The demon watch as she tried to even out the cut hair due to the magic, when she finished she presented herself to him. Kneeling as a proper slave should he took in his naked pet. He took the scissors from her and cut the long bangs to make them even with the rest of her shoulder length hair. He retrieved the strands and walked over to the window opening it, then he let the silver strands blow away on the breeze from the high elevation of the room. The labs may have been able to restore it, perhaps they could accelerate the growth who knew for sure, but he figured it may cause some trouble for his pet.

When you other masters ask, tell them you cut it with your magic. You are to leave me unmentioned unless they ask about me by my name specifically first. The demon chuckled as he turned to face the silver haired beauty again, thinking that she mainly grew it not just for pride but that the headmasters preferred she look that way. It may be nothing more than an inconvenience but it was a start.

As for getting dressed, I think you are perfectly capable of working in the clothes you have on now, except for that boring towel. I want you to perform your duties as such. Please pet, go about your business... The demon smiled wanting her to know on a base level his torments and revenge were going to begin small but that his plans and actions would continue to have greater and greater reprocussions.

Vera did not flinch as Slimer did the final changes to her hair. The monster even went as far as to take her hair and throw it out the window, sending the long glimmering strands onto the four winds. It was hardly a big issue. NICE labs would restore her hair one way or another or she could turn towards magical means. Silly things such as changing hair color and length were always the minor rituals that witches did on their free time. The whole matter would only be a minor inconvenience but if it made her Master happy, she had no reason to be concerned.

The mention of lying to the Headmasters was irrelevant in the end. She was either going to handle the matter herself or visit NICE. The Headmasters had more important things to deal with than to worry about one of their slave's hair malfunction. But should one ask, she would not mention the demon that threaten her to go to such lengths to prove a point.

"Yes, Master," she responded to both commands. Rising to her feet, Vera allowed the towel to slip from her body and added it to the dirty clothes. The cool air welcomed the Head Girl's now exposed back as she walked out of the room and added the towel to her dirty clothes. The first thing she did was collect the shreds of uniform that were all over her floor. What could not be used was thrown away while the rest was added to the dirty clothes.

Besides her Master, she was alone in the room so walking in the nude was not exactly bothersome. But it did feel unnatural when the Head Girl sat down at her desk and proceeded with her day as if nothing had happened. The silver haired woman typed reports, sent memos, and looked through student records. As the monster order, Vera went about her duties as she noted demerits and considered possible corrections for more troublesome students. The cool air ensured her nipples remained perk and erect as her breasts rose and fell with each soft breath she took.

The demon watched as she performed her normal course of duties in the buff. Her lovely form a picture of beauty, her ample breasts rising and falling with each regular breath. Her cool demenor returned and she simply sat at her desk, working through paperwork, and sending memos. The demon wondered at her calm state after such a strenuous weekend, but smiled as he knew it was only the beginning.

Revenge was a dish best served cold, and his repeated violations of her had given his rage time to cool. Vera, its time for you to perform some rounds. I think for students to respect the rules, they should know that you are around to give demerits and punishments to those who break the rules. This paperwork can wait until a later time. I will allow you to bring two articles of clothing and a symbol of your station, so choose wisely.

The demon smiled, wondering if she would process the thought of hypocritcally enforcing the islands rules while violating some herself. Some students may not question her authority, those who had been unfortunate enough to experience her reprimands in the past, or would her authority be undermined. He was anxious to find out.

There were certainly conflicts still of information and emotion going on inside the Head Girl's mind. She had gone through much these past few days but the cause of such events was now her master. Trying to sort through the thought and reason of everything that happened previously hurt her head. Though currently her master, her master was still a monster and acted as such. That was the closest explanation she could really have. Despite what has happened, there was no point in dwelling on it. Whatever the reason, being obedient led to less punishment or so she thought. It was common behavior for a trained slave.

Slimer decided to change things up and order Vera to perform other duties within her station. The problem came with the extra requirements. The orders did not make sense and completely contradict one another. The silver haired woman rose to her feet and headed for her closet. One problem was she did not go on rounds. Combing the entire school for trouble was not efficient at all. Such things were reserved for Prefects and other servants. The other problem and the one that completely breaks the command was only being allowed to wear two articles of clothing. If one counted shoes and socks as one item, Vera would need at least three articles to be presentable to perform this duty.

"Master, I cannot perform my duties properly if I do not at least appear dressed in uniform," Vera replied, "Also going on rounds is not a responsibility for Head Girl so I would not know where you wish me to search for students." Even in her foggy mind, she knew the monster's intention was to embarass her or otherwise hurt her reputation. But such a goal made no sense in her head. Being practically the only Head Girl on duty for the past several semester, destroying the reputation would only cause further conflict in the school which will only harm Shokushu's operations which are made for the monster's benefit.

There was one other option though, she could just go with a swimsuit and patrol around the beach or the indoor pool. But part of her knew if she did that, he would stop her and send her to places where such attire was inappropriate. Once again, the thoughts confused her. The Head Girl turned around and bowed her head respectfully. "Master, I am sorry I displeased you in some way," she said calmly, "If I can correct what has angered you or if you wish me to go away, I will do so. But, attacking my station in the school will not change what I may have done. More likely, it will only hinder your work further along with the works of other guests of the island." Though she recognized Slimer as her master, she could tell she was slave her master did not want. It confuses her but she is uncertain how to feel about it and it only seems more logical to leave her master's presence if her presence only goads him to hate her even more.

*Terribly sorry completely missed this post*

The demon heard her story and thoughts and pondered how it would fit into his plans at breaking the stubborn girl. While it was not he didn't exactly want the lovrly girl Vera as his slave for the time being, her station complicated matters. He intended to see her properly put in her place. The problems arose with not violating any fundamental school rules, namely making his appearance known while she was there. Her station would force her to act and anything otherwise would make any student aware of the school's complicity.

While some students might be vaguely aware, or have suspicions at the true nature of Shokushu, ultimate confirmation would lead to problems. While some students might be sent off as slaves early, numerous disappearance would lead to some unwelcome questions by those who remain as well as the school taking issue with Slimer's continued stay.

Rather than complicate matters or approach those grey areas, he decided to keep it simple and mold his requests to her information. First, my pet present your backside for correction. He waited palm ready to spank his pet for speaking back and objecting to his demands. It sinply wasn't befitting a slave, even if what she said was true.

Second, tell me are there any students you have sent to the basements for punishment tonight and what were their infractions...

The demon waited.for her to comply with his commands.

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"Yes, Master," Vera said meekly as she approached the demon. Still in the nude, the Head Girl bent over before the creature with her ass facing him. She awaited the hand to fall and strike her repeatidly. But, it seemed as if the monster took her advice and was not going to just send her out in the nude. Enslaving her was not much of an issue as far as the rules were concerned as long it did not break any of the others. Just like students, it was frowned upon to permamently abduct a product before the slave auction at graduation. This can really anger buyers who have already begun placing bids on certain women.

The Head Girl thought for a moment on her Master's other question. "Only one," Vera replied, "She had accumulated enough demerits through minor uniform violations and multiple cases of tardiness." Her reputation and the reputation of the basement was a strong deterent for troublemakers. There were sometimes rare cases of a chaotic individual not realizing her place. But beyond that, the demerits are only to ensure greater levels of discipline and indirectly train the students to become more aware slaves.