It is hard, remaining still while being teased so. Long has Kite been used to the savage grasp of the aggressor, and even her numerous acts of coitus with other students have tended toward the fervid and frenzied rush of uncontrolled and uncontrollable libido.

She doesn't quite manage it. Shifting her weight between her feet, grinding her wrists against each other, she stays mostly still, accented by meowing gasps at particularly sensetive spots.

Perhaps the way she trembled as though about to fall over when Vera called Kite her pet was answer enough, as she could not for words of assent from any voice before Vera kissed her. In many ways, she was far more helpless now, like this, than in the grasp of the most powerful of the island's 'guests', than in the most fiendish of the Labs' creations...here, she had placed herself beyond help. Just as she'd always been unable to voice that she wanted.

"Yes, Miss Matsumoto." Kite pants, her voice flickering mid-sentence, but for once there is agreement, "By any deity that may be sworn by or at, yes."

The changes in the woman's voice showed that the others within her were wanting this just as much as the woman standing before her. "Good girls," Vera cooed softly, "You may lower your arms. I have inspected you and I find you more than acceptable. As long as you obey, you will remain mine. Your tasks are the same but you may report directly to me now. I find your visits... pleasant." Unlike her newest Prefect, Vera would keep a somewhat loose hold of this one's leash. Kite has alot of ideas and projects in that head of hers and the Head Girl did not wish to hinder that creative urge. She will be a helper in things Anne cannot handle with all the benefits of becoming a slave. Vera would have this woman anytime, anywhere.

That time and place was here and now as Vera wrapped her arms around her newest pet. She kissed the woman softly as fingertips traced slowly up and down Kite's spine. There was no order given but Kite could probably guess what was expected of her right now. The Head Girl could feel her pet's heart racing. The slave was given purpose and a master who will always embrace her. Like feeding a stray cat, she knew this kitten would keep returning to her home in order to get more. Vera's hand slides over a breast, giving it a slow squeeze as she continued to embrace and fondle her lovely slave.

Good girls. Kite's arms lower with a whimper of ecstasy, "We will obey, Miss Matsumoto. Th-thankyou."

For once, Kite is at peace. She need not be forever scanning the shadows for traces of movement, she need not trace a thousand meaningless pieces of coincidence to seek a singular glimpse of truth. Here, now, in Vera's arms, all of her need simply be, and this is joyous. She knows not if the difference in Vera's touches is real or in her own head, that makes her feel a change from exploratory to possessive, but she is eager to be possessed. Eager to return the kiss, to melt in the embrace. Kite's arms start to raise haltingly, jerkily, though it is indecision that halts her motion despite her desire to offer up her obedience, her loyalty, even her love to the Head Girl who has claimed her. In the end, she does attempt to return the embrace, while the Analyzer does not 'guess,' to perhaps mistakenly be too eager seems the better choice while not knowing what manner of pet Vera wishes her to be, than to risk being too passive.

Kite's aura became much more comfortable to be around. All the clashing colors have fallen to a neutral medium as each of the personalities were content and happy with their new role in life. Vera's fingers did not wait for her to respond as one hand focused on getting to know those sensitive spots she found during her appraisal. It was amusing to see some indecision in the woman's actions. Arms moved awkwardly as if uncertain if she was allowed to touch the very woman that owned her. Such hesitation seemed to go against the Path but she would not bring it up. This was a time for action, not words.

"Mmm..." she purred into the kiss before breaking it and tracing her lips down to the slave's neck. Warm breaths awakened the nerves before her lips and tongue began to softly nip and suck on the tender flesh. The Head Girl gave that breast she held another slow squeeze before pinching the nipple between her fingers. She stroked the exposed nub and rolled it gently to bring even more hot blood to the erect teat. Vera continued to play with the woman's body, leaving Kite's lips free so she could listen to the wonderful sounds her instrument could make with the right stimulation.

Kite quakes, barely able to contribute to holding herself up as she clings to Vera, clings to...her owner. Crying out in all three voices, some spots provoking the kitten to mewl or wail, others draw shuddering gasps from Analyzer, or whimpering from Sword. Of particular weakness seems to be just above her pelvis, even the lightest touches there making Kite weak in the knees.

Her body aches and throbs, each touch seeming to highlight the myriad scars it crosses, the wounds sustained in reaching this point, in finally being claimed by someone who wants to use more than just flesh.

Her pet was already helpless. Vera could only smile as how this woman who had fought and resisted monsters for so long could succumb to the gentle touch of a mere human. She enjoyed all the sounds, the mewling want coming from the kitten, the emotional gasps from the Analyzer, and the whimpers of submission from the Sword. All three were playthings for the Head Girl now.

Her fingers continued to dance and explore the woman's body. Each touch would leave her pet wondering where the next would come. She noticed how Kite's body trembled and rested more heavily against her when her fingers grazed over a particular spot. Vera did not strike just yet though. She would trace other scars as she continued to suck softly on the woman's neck. The touch would return just as briefly as before, grazing that pelvic area only to disappear. Gradually the touch would return more and more often, the touch growing firmer until she had two fingers stroking slow circles over that particular bundle of nerves.

With the woman leaning so heavily as those knees grew weaker, her hand released the orb she was groping and began to stroke the slave's purple hair. The stokes kept going, sometimes it was firm other times it was just her fingertips or her nails. The teasing would not stop until she slides her fingers a bit lower to lightly trace those exposed netherlips. She would test the waters and see just how much these three yearned for their new owner.

It is a struggle to resist the urge to bury her face in the side of Vera's neck, the urge to muffle the shameless animal noises of longing and pleasure. There is no thought of resistance in her mind(s), no enemy to fight here, only to submit and be Held.

Kite's hands slide up Vera's back slowly, attempting to return some measure of pleasure, though as she quakes and trembles, she mostly just manages to shift a little before she must cling again or else fall over.

It would be potentially arguable how much any specific yearning could be discerned from a test of sexual response, given the environs of Shokushu and the hypersexuality it provokes in those students not on the 'protected list.' One might argue, in fact, that ascribing any universal meaning to the specific test case would be impossible. It would be a somewhat difficult case for Kite to make, with her hips having jerked to thrust her sex rather fiercely against Vera's hand.

Kite tried to return the favor but did little beyond tremble and cling to the dominant woman. Vera could feel how wet her pet was. Her fingers were nearly forced inside the other woman when Kite began thrusting her hips hard against the Head Girl's hand. At this point, she could make this woman beg for it, beg her owner to fuck her until she could stand no more. But the slave was already doing that with those shameless sounds of longing. All three women in this single body needed more, needed this Head Girl to take them.

Vera pulled away slightly but not too far as she quickly turned her pet around so she could lean back against her body. Those fingers that were testing the waters were now slowly curling up into Kite's welcoming folds. She could feel those hips rise and fall, trying to force those digits deeper. "Tsk tsk," Vera teased into Kite's ear, her tongue tracing her earlobe, "Just relax. I will take good care of you, my pets. Just tell me where you want my fingers to go." Her fingers curled inside again, lightly stroking those juicy inner walls. If Kite could muster up any words, Vera's fingers would obey and touch her exactly how she likes it. Otherwise, Vera would go searching on her own to find the woman's special places.

Words are a long time coming, with Vera's lick drawing a blissful wail from kitten, Kite collapsing somewhat as she leans rather heavily on Vera. It would seem that with her defenses unattended that Kite's ears are another one of those cripplingly sensetive spots. But then, who would know that? How often do those barriers ever open at all, much less so completely?

Of course Analyzer is the first to recover, well, partially recover. Slightly. Enough to pant out a few desperate words, "L-lower please, Miss Matsumoto." While her words are still clipped, her lust and desire are plain. It seems even the 'masino' has emotions. "N-near the back..." Kite's thighs tremble as she speaks, though how much is related to Vera's fingers and how much to the promise of being taken good care of, well, it's all the same in the end, isn't it?

She was amazed on how sensitive this woman was. Nipping on the ear had left Kite resting fully against her body. The slave was sagging onto those curling fingers, the only things supporting her as she wailed. Vera could only imagine what it was like having sensitive ears. All those sensations would go straight into her brain, numbing all thought as wave after wave of bliss rolled through. But an advantage of having three sets of thoughts meant that if one was still aware, the woman could remain concious.

The Analyzer had no other thought than to obey her owner, revealing her deepest weakpoints. Vera's fingers would do just as asked in a painfully slow pace. She ensured that her pet felt every bit of progress those fingers made towards their target. Juices dripped down those curling digits as those insides hugged almost as tight as Kite was just moments before. The finger pressed towards the back of the woman and traced slowly downwards. "Like this?" she whispered into her ear as the finger went lower and lower.

There was a secret to her sensitivities, a pattern, easy to see if one was prepared to look. And it had been a pattern which had created them. What man or beast or alien would care about her ears when taking her? What good the base of her spine for yanking her open like a wishbone? What meaning her collarbone contrasted with mammaries beneath it? The rearmost crevice of her sex will avail them not in producing the sight of her stomach made to bulge around their shafts. The places Kite can receive the most pleasure as a gift, are those that were beneath the notice of those who took their pleasure from her by force.

And as Vera toys with her, Kite gasps for breath, her eyelids fluttering as the sensations drive her more and more wild, less and less coherent as Vera's grasp claims her yet more completely. "Yes! Yes Miss Matsumoto! Just... just a little further!!"

"Oh?" she teased, her fingers stopping just short of their goal. Her fingertips graze this special place as her free hand took Kite's handin her own. She guided the woman's hand down her smooth stomach and made the slave stroke that spot above her pelvis over and over again. Vera made those fingers stroke until she felt the Analyzer begin moving them on her own. She would make her slaves participate in their complete domination and there was certainly something erotic in manipulating a woman to pleasure herself as they lose themselves in bliss.

"You mean... right... here!" she nipped Kite's earlobe and proceeded to suck on it gently. Her finger began to pump quickly over that little spot inside Kite while her pet continued to stroke the edge of her pelvis. The Analyzer was the first to recover from earlier and was given the lovely opportunity to be taken completely by her owner. Vera would fuck her pet until orgasm and keep going until the climax faded into a warm afterglow. But that would not be the end of it as there were still two other shards to stimulate. The Head Girl could not play favorites now.

Kite is hesitant at first, as Vera guides her hand, not resisting, but, well, who would believe that one with a history such as hers had never masturbated? Riven of all volitional movement and marionetted in a MagnaCage doesn't count. She is not, in fact, entirely sure how to go about it, as Vera moves her fingertips, slowly, and perhaps unknowingly, teaching her.

It twists in her minds, in this, Kite is giving herself, as well as being taken. Her wails grow more and more yearning, her body growing more heated, excitement and arousal spiking ever higher as her owner attacks her most vulnerable spots, screaming in bliss. It isn't long before her wails peak, her entire body convulsing in messy orgasm, driven beyond her endurance she collapses completely, unable to do more than desperately pant out, "Thank you... Miss Matsumoto... for claiming me..."

It was truly a glorious sight to behold as Kite gave everything to her Mistress and devoted it all this orgasm. Vera could see and feel the aura change until it reached that peak color of bliss. The Head Girl did not relent until the poor woman could handle no moer and slumped to the floor. The silver haired woman casually walked around her pet and brought those dripping wet fingers to Kite's lips. "You did very well, Analyzer. Did your fellow sisters feel what you felt? I would not want to leave them out but it looks like you are completely exhausted. I am pleased that you hold nothing back and devote your entire being to your Path. Kitten, Sword, are you two satisfied for now or shall I spend another turn with the each of you?"

Vera seemed completely fine with talking to three personalities in one body. With her empathic ability, reading which one is speaking was not difficult. Besides, they each had their own posture and way of speaking but all three were equally obedient. With each having their own unique skills, Vera was certain she would find much use of this particular slave. At least now she did not have to worry about this one going against the school any longer.

kitten's answer is plain enough, with purrs rumbling from between Kite's lips as her tongue darts out, not timid in the slightest about licking her lusts from Vera's fingers. It's not lost on Kite that... now that it's turned, the Path so many have tried to tear her from is no longer considered remotely a bad thing.

"They did, Miss Matsumoto." Kite's chest heaves continuously, yes, completely exhausted is a good way of putting it, even as kitten's licks at Vera's fingertips interrupt Analyzer between more words than they don't. "It is unusual, as usually we don't... share that way. But there isn't often something that we all agree on doing, either, Miss Matsumoto."

It's not until after kitten is finished licking that Sword confirms her state, "i... i'm fine, Mia Regina..." and she won't make eye contact. Is that -embarassment-? From Sword?