The slave performed her chores well considering the condition she was in right now. The device never stopped. Its shape and how it sealed perfectly over Kite's pleasure spot made it seem like it was a device specifically designed for her. It seemed to be working rather well as Kitten wobbled and swayed, barely keeping on her feet as she vacuumed the floors.

After several minutes of moving from room to the other, changing plugs here and there, Kitten had finished her task or at least she believed she did. Vera watched as Kite slumped to her knees, those hips jolting over and over. It was apparent that those legs of hers were perhaps getting a little numb as blood rushed to other areas of the body. The Head Girl knew of one thing she forgot. "Tss, tss," Vera tsked, "You are almost done, my pet. You forgot one thing to clean here, the windows. There is glass cleaner under the sink for you to use. Make sure you clean both sides of the glass on the balcony. The others you only need to clean this side." She made the directions clear to avoid Kitten trying something drastic like climbing out of the windows. The balcony was safe enough.

Still, Kite was almost done so yet another flick of the switch brought the device up another level. The waves from before were now coming before the one before it finished, the tingling sensation and vibrations growing stronger and stonger by the moment. Vera would watch Kitten do this final part. When that final window was cleaned, she would turn the device to its maximum setting to see just what this thing was capable of.

kitten flinched, briefly confused in the dichotomy of being told she had failed to percieve a portion of her task, and yet the reward grew stronger? "This one is sorry, Mistress!" it came out as almost a scream, of the sort one might expect from one begging for mercy, rather than one who merely made an objectively rather small mistake. "This one will do it right away!"

kitten could feel her Mistress's eyes on her as she crawled back to the sink to get the glass cleaner, and, thankfully, a different, clean cloth, the latter held in her mouth as she can't manage to stand, hauling herself up to lean on the wall by way of the first window's edge. Once she does spray and then start wiping, she can see the difference, her arm moving slowly, jerkily, though getting better with practice. The first window done, a corner of the cloth goes back in kittens mouth before she flops back to the floor limply, dragging herself by willpower alone to the next one, and the one after that. The pleasure drives at her, body and mind, surrounding her in ecstasy, but she manages not to succumb. She can't, not with Mistress watching her. Can't be... that weak. Have to succeed. Have to. To do otherwise is to fail to achieve her purpose.

It feels like it takes forever, at least to kitten, her perception of time distorted by the chaotic and overwhelming emotions deluging her, but finally, finally, the last one is finished, and kitten turns with a huge smile, proud of herself for managing, about to declare the completion of her task when the device surges to incomprehensible levels of strength, and she drops like a puppet with its strings cut, convulsing on the floor, whimpering and mewling as the device drives her nerves absolutely wild, breath coming rapidly in abortive gasps, "Mi- Mistress...." kitten pleads, Kite's eyes rolling back in her head.

She admired her pet's drive to succeed no matter the obstacles in her way. The woman did not allow herself to orgasm no matter how much she or the other two shards yearned for it. Kite could not even stand anymore but she continued to drag herself across the floor and climb up the walls to reach the windows. But the device was relentless, ebbing away her willpower and stamina. Years of being abused on this island had prepared Kite's body for these levels of endurance.

When the task finished and the device went full power, Kitten fell apart. She begged, calling for her Mistress. Vera walked over and gently traced a finger tip down the woman's sweating body. "Shh.." she hushed, "You did well... You even held yourself back for me to finish you off. It is alright now, Kitten," two fingers slide into her dripping wet folds and finds that spot the Analyzer revealed to her before, "You may cum. Cum for your Mistress, feel my love an approval for your job well done."

Those fingers pumped at a steady pace, pushing her pet the rest of the way into oblivion as she brought the woman to orgasm. Vera would keep churning the woman's insides until the orgrams stop. Part way through, the device suddenly sizzles and shorts out, apparently the prototype still had some bugs in it but it at least stopped feeding untolds amounts of stimulation to one single spot on Kite's body. The Head Girl's thumb would stroke firm circles around her pet's clitoris to add further fuel to the inferno. Only when Kitten could take no more would her fingers finally pull out and be brought to her lips to be cleaned.

"How do you feel, Kitten?" she cooed softly. Though there were some slight difficulty, Kitten proved capable of at least cleaning the suite which meant she had a task the other two could not or did not want to do.

As overwhelmed as kitten is, it does not take long. She doesn't even have the strength to scream her bliss as her Mistress's touch and words of praise send her cascading over the precipice, climaxing again and again in rapid succession, mouth agape and drooling in a soundless wail. It accelerates, the orgasms coming faster and faster until merging into a single uninterrupted surge of euphoria until all at once Kite goes completely limp, barely conscious.

Some things, however, are ingrained. Though Kite's eyes can't focus enough to see the fingers in front of her face, the wet pressure on her lips draws kitten's tongue eagerly forth.

Words. Thoughts won't even form words, to making a throat do so at the moment is a distant impossible dream. But still kitten answers her Mistress, as she licks, she purrs ecstatically, overwhelmed in joy, in pride at pleasing Mistress, in shattering pleasure.

Vera was amused how everything fell into place. A pity the prototype fried. Hopefully NICE labs will still be able to get valuable data from it. She was uncertain how the other two shards took this glorious event but at least Kitten seemed to enjoy it if those purrs were saying anything. The Head Girl merely kneeled beside her barely concious pet, allowing her to clean her fingers until they were sucked dry. Once finished, she removed the small metal disc and returned it to her desk. She would send it to NICE labs later to be scanned and repaired.

She left for the kitchen soon after. A thought passed her mind to grab a small dish but decided it against it and instead just grabbed a cup and filled it with cool water. Vera returned to her exhausted slave and placed the cup a short distance from her so she could see it and grab it when she finally comes to. The Head Girl then took a brief survey of the suite. It was not perfect but everywhere was dusted and vacuumed. The only place that was left alone was the bathroom with the exception of the bathroom floor. With zero experience whatsoever, Vera would have to give Kitten a passing grade for this task. Now with this task in mind, Kitten would have something else to strive for besides just waiting to be fucked or pleasuring her Mistress.

Seeing Kite's body still twitching and trembling with aftershocks, Vera returned to her work. She was certain her pet would come to her when she was able to get up and move once more. Once Kitten returned, she did have a question to ask. "You seem to have no prior experience. What have you learned or been taught since coming to existence, Kitten? Do you only know of sex or were there other things you learned?"

When Kite awoke, kitten's first instinct was to immediately seek Mistress once more. Analyzer stepped in and made kitten wait long enough for the water to be drunk, not guzzled, in order to make sure the water actually stayed down. But after that, as the other two had not yet been given permission to re-emerge, kitten crawls once more to her Mistress's feet, panting some, not entirely recovered.

"Uhm... this one isn't really sure, Mistress. This one looked out from inside sometimes when the others said it was safe, but... that wasn't a lot. And this one doesn't know what is sex and isn't sex. Sister said pettins isn't sex, but this one thinks it is. Feels lots like sex. Better than lots of sorts of sex. There's, uhm, the rubbing stuff! Back in high school Analyzer showed this one a book about the rubbing stuff, said it was important stuff for this one to know when hiding-time finally ended. This one didn't get a lot of the words, but it had lots of pictures too! It sorta... when soft bits don't feel soft, you rub 'em until they're soft again like supposed to be! Is the rubbing stuff sex, Mistress? This one knows it can be part of sex... and part of worship! Mistress made lots of happy noises when this one did the rubbing stuff during worship! Is it always sex, or can it be not-sex, too?"

kitten was without a doubt babbling, whether that was an improvement over her sitting there dumbfounded and groping for words, well, that would be for her Mistress to decide.

"This one... uhm, this one knows that shiny things are pretty! Well, some shiny things. Some things are scary even though they're shiny. This one likes soft music, sorta wants to learn to play, but, no way to practice safely, since this one only can come all the way out with Mistress. Cooking, too. But... sharp things are bad. This one needs to stay away from sharp things. Really, most of what this one knows is just that this one wants to be a good pet and serve Mistress."

She allowed the babbling to continue though there was not really much to take from it. It was to be expected, this shard was about sex and slavery much like Sword was about combat, aggression, and protection and Analyzer is about logic, problem solving, and data. But there was interest in soft music. Besides that, it was all things about rubbing and shiny objects, same interests cats generally had.

"I see. Then I shall stick with your strengths. Do expect to clean more of this place in the future. I expect all my pets to proficient in something besides being a sex doll. It gives you something to practice and strive for while no in my presence." The silver haired woman stroked Kite's hair. The woman was exausted and it was best not to push things further. Perhaps something a bit relaxing would do them both some good. "You say you are familiar with rubbing, does that mean you are also familiar on how to give a proper massage, slave? It is important to be able to relax your Mistress's body without just relying purely on sexual stimulation. What touches are sex depends on the person really."

The Head Girl rose to her feet and walked past the kneeling servant. "Oh, Analyzer and Sword, you may come out if you wish. This will still be Kitten's task but I would not wish to keep you muted this entire time. Come Kitten, I have given you pleasure and now it is time to please your Mistress with a relaxing massage." She led her pet into the bedroom. It was really the only good place to lie down for something like this. "Do lock the front door. I do not wish to be disturbed while you work," she ordered her pet while unbuttoning her blouse and slipping out of her skirt. When Kitten returns, Vera would be dressed in only her bra and panties of white lace as she layed on her stomach on the soft bed.

"Eeeeeee!" kitten squeals with delight, almost sprinting to the door to lock it despite her exhaustion. In... she was in Mistress's bedroom! She climbs up.. onto Mistress's bed! kitten is actually shaking with excitement and giddiness, reaching out to place her palms into the small of Mistress's back, starting to rub slowly in gentle, exploratory circles.

"The 'rubbing stuff' text was indeed a book of illustrated massage techniques, Miss Matsumoto," Analyzer confirms in her usual slightly sterile fashion. "kitten has been waiting somewhat more than ten years for an opportunity to find out how well she learned them."

"Fifteen," Sword disagreed, "is closer to fifteen."

That Kite is not fully recovered from the intense stimulation while kitten cleaned is rather obvious, her arms are shaking, her breathing laboured, but none of her have any intention of complaining. And not just because if Analyzer or Sword did, kitten would hiss at them.

There is a euphoria in this. And fulfillment. In stroking and rubbing, squeezing and pushing. Start from the core and work outwards. Gently find the places with the most tension and relax them away, then search again to find the lesser tensions the big ones were hiding. Sometimes with fingertips, sometimes with the heel of the hand, sometimes a cupped and squeezy palm. kitten pouted audibly each time one of the others would make her stop briefly to crack their knuckles and shake life back into their fingers and as such prolong their function, but the interruptions are brief.

It was rather easy to please Kitten. Just order her around like a slave and she was as happy as one can be. Analyzer took it upon herself to clarify Kitten's lack of explanation. It was hard to believe that this woman's mind had been splintered for so long. The other two did not allow Kitten to test her skills on other students or partners? Vera could ask and she was certain she would get a clear answer but it was not really important. Kite was not one to dwell on the past and it did not seem to effect her like normal people. So there was no point in prying and risking opening old scars.

Vera instead enjoyed the attention her loyal pet was giving her. Hands pressed against her back and slid along her fair skin. Naturally, there were points of tension all over the Head Girl's body. With her position and constant work, being stressed came to no surprise. "Mmm..." her body would tense when Kitten found a particular spot and proceeded to knead the tension from the muscle. It felt so very good to unwind. The touches were also varied, never becoming too predictable while at the same time not being lost or chaotic.

Her slave was exhausted though, hearing the poor girl breathing heavily. The work and reward the woman went through had taken a heavy toll. Vera could hear Kitten huffing when she suddenly stopped to rest briefly. The flickering and shifts of emotion revealed that the other two shards were briefly interfering. "Mm... Do not worry, Kitten," Vera said softly, "They are just ensuring you can keep going. I know you are still exhausted. If it will make things easier, you may unclip my bra. You are doing wonderfully."

Vera rested her head on her pillow. She had no worries when Kite was here. Her pets would ensure that their Mistress was well taken care of. The Head Girl closed her eyes as more of her body fell into a deep sense of relaxation. Her body felt heavy, sinking into the mattress she layed on. When this was over, it was doubtful she would want to ever get up again.

kitten was revelling in it. Pain of exertion burned in her limbs, but it was a good pain. Feeling the tension in Mistress's body flowing through her fingers, up her arms, Sword could earth it back out in a punching bag later, whenever later turned out to be. To take pain out of Mistress, and replace it with pleasure, this was kitten's purpose, and she gloried in it.

"Thank you, Mistress. This one felt some spots underneath it, but was worried that rubbing the clip into them would make things worse, not better." carefully, the bra is opened, and the straps lain aside, mostly fingertip work here, not wanting to overstimulate the tender skin at the edges of where the bra had gripped. Not at all like when kitten needed to work on her Mistress's shoulders, each shoulder needed a lot of pressure from both hands at once to even begin to loosen up the sore muscles. But kitten could understand. Mistress had so many to take care of, not just her pets and servants, but all the other students, so much on her shoulders, both in truth and metaphor. It was a blessing, euphoria to be able to be privileged to take care of Mistress, as well as being taken care of. To be able offer this pleasure, this respite. Every wiggle, every moan, kitten's fatigue didn't matter to her. How could it, compared with this? With carrying her Mistress towards as complete a relaxation as she possibly could?

Her back fully exposed, Kitten was free to rub and stroke her fingers any way she wished. Fingertips treated her body like an delicate object in some places while others required a firmer touch. "Ahh!" She gasped as both of Kite's hands dug into her shoulders. "Ooohh.." Any discomfort felt would melt away as soon as it came. The shoulders were indeed had the most kinks and knots in it. It was certainly difficult working as a Head Girl. Others thought such a position was the greatest thing. And it was though not for the reasons the students could possibly know. Being a Head Girl meant security and still having a future besides being a sex slave or brood mother for some alien species. But the tradeoff meant being a slave to the Headmasters that run the school.

Of course, not all Head Girls had the same hard working integrity that she did. Vera was always a business woman and had experience running her own business for a time. High expectations were normal for the silver haired woman as they were always expected of her as well. Dealing with and organizing paper work and events were natural for a woman like Vera. Still, it would be nice to get a few more extra hands helping out to take some of the burden.

Her body tensed slightly as Kitten's fingers found a sensitive spot. Vera's toes curled as this woman's hands were definitely taking some of the burden off her shoulders. "Amazing..." she murmured, her voice faint as she felt herself drifting off. Closing her eyes was perhaps a mistake as she found it impossible to open them. All that tension melting away revealed the fatigue behind them.

kitten smiled, pausing only long enough to see that her Mistress has fallen asleep. She keeps going, though makes sure her movements are far gentler, not wanting to interrupt that sleep. But also not wanting her Mistress to have any tension left when she wakes. It takes much longer, feather light touches not providing anywhere near the therapeutic pressure of more forceful strokes, but that is in some ways an excuse to linger, stroking her Mistress's arms, hands, even each finger one by one with adoration.

Every single inch of skin, gently rubbed to sooth the muscles underneath, then lifting the edge of the blankets to fold them over her Mistress. Of course, kitten had to ensure that the suite's air conditioning, which she wouldn't let Analyzer risk making noise to go find and adjust, could not wake her Mistress with a chill before she curled up at her Mistress's feet.

There were many things in the world which kitten did not know. A significant proportion of them she did not feel a need to, as either Analyzer or Sword were far more disposed towards those aspects of existence, and more skilled at them than she could ever be. There were others, that perhaps one day she would learn, hopefully quickly, if they were things her Mistress wished her to learn.

One thing, however, which she did know, was that there were far worse places and positions she could be in, than curled up in a ball on her Mistress's bed, at her Mistress's feet. Perhaps not she specifically, as the vast majority of such things the others would shield her from, as they always had. But here and now, she knew to be a time and place where she wanted to be.

Vera did not stir when those sheets covered her nude form. She was completely out cold and was no doubt getting the best nights rest she could ever have. Fast asleep, Kitten remained in the suite as she crept quietly to adjust the air before returning. Whether by personal choice or the fact that their unconcious Mistress had not verbally told her she was dismissed, Kite remained near her owner and slept near her feet.

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The next few days were mostly uneventful. Kite still had her task of organizing events that would take place in the next semester. Vera had her own usual duties of logging demerits and punishing those who needed correction during the winter break. She had not called her pet back for another visit just yet and unless Kite had any further requests, it would go onto the next before any further calls to tower would occur. As always, the call would come in the form of a simple note at Kite's dorm with no specific instructions of what to bring.

The Head Girl knew her pet would come unless a guest deemed her time better spent in their company instead. Kite's three personalities were all well adapted to their new purpose as her slaves. Compared to other students, this was a far simpler transformation after the initial issues back in the basement. She did find that students who have far more 'experience' on the island tend to be easier to get a hold of. Most just feel safer in the presence of a woman of authority like a Head Girl, well after the initial terror of being around one of course.

When the knock came at her door, she would call for Kite to enter. This time, there would be no specific task for an individual shard. No, this would be far more important and it would require all three to be aware for things to be dealt with properly. As always, Vera was at her desk though she was not typing and instead was simply waiting for her precious slave to approach her like she aways does.

It had been a busy break.

Kite was not so immune to self-reflection to fail to see the changes that had been wrought in her. In her behaviour, certainly. The reduction in time spent in the medical wing was proof enough that she wasn't actively seeking the more brutal sorts of fights anymore... though, a few times other functions of the device in her head have activated, which in some ways is evidence of Sword's success in further honing.

Analyzer was content, even if she had somewhat briefly regretted not spending more time on making the software interface for the tsunami probe more intuitive... and coding hard limits on intensity.

Even kitten was taking a more active role, glimpses of her showing through from time to time, sometimes members of the student council or individual event managers surprised to get a warm and enthusiastic answer, as opposed to merely an exhaustively exacting one.

Something felt... different. No piece of Kite could put a finger on it, and so she responded to this note immediately, without any special preparations at all, just her, as she is and should be. That Vera wasn't working on something on her computer when she arrived was different, unique in fact, as confirmed by Analyzer from a quick memory check. She came up as always in front of the desk, and knelt on the carpet, "Good afternoon, Miss Matsumoto." "We're here, mia regina." "Hi Mistress!!!"

Kite wasted no time and even she seemed to notice that this meeting was of some importance if those aura were of any indication. All three greeted their owner with their own titles attached. Sword even referenced herself as 'we', treating her fellow shards as separate people which they were. Vera folded her fingers infront of her as she gave a small smile to her kneeling slave. "You came quickly, I am glad," she replied calmly, "I have been hearing good things from you three and the work you have been doing for the school. Your obedience and conduct have been nothing but satisfactory. That is why I decided to called you three here this afternoon."

She considered putting Kitten through her chores first before continuing but saw it better to do so now. Training her pet to take pleasure in cleaning the suite would only distract her when it came time to talk. Vera rose to her feet and went around to the other side of her desk. She stood over her kneeling slave. "You have been serving me for several weeks now with not a single complaint uttered from any of you three. I believe it is time to reward all three of you with a gift. Consider it a badge or mark that will tell the world that you have purpose again. I do hope you like it."

The Head Girl pulled out a small box and opened it, revealing a simple black choker with a jewel socketed in it. The jewel was violet like Kite's hair and further inspection would reveal Kite's name engraved in the back of the metalic socket and the names of all three shards along the inner band. "It should be safe for you to wear it on campus and in uniform unless you prefer not to," Vera said softly, "The other students may not know what it represents but they will be able to see it nonetheless." She allowed her pet to take it to examine. The Head Girl remained silent as she waited for to how the three would react to this collar that their owner had just provided them. "All three of you belong to me. It would look poorly on me if I did not have some way to show that you are mine," she added with soft smile, "Don't you agree?"