No hesitation. “Yes, Mistress. If you will have me.” She considers careful of what she can offer the Head Girl as to not waste her time. What she can do that set her apart from the rest. Sadly her skill set was a little lacking. She wasn't a wiz at computers or sneaking around mind you. And Vera mad it clear she didn't need another drone or sycophant that hung around to needfully get praise.

“I can help you ferret out rumors. I can assist easing your work load by doing those things that are too menial for you, those things you do not need much attention and would waste your time.

“I am not a Prefect or a Head Girl so other students aren't immediately but on guard if they see me, Mistress. Nor are they apt to remember me if I stay out of the way. It has always been that way despite my more exotic look. I doubt you will have a use for my abilities as a ventriloquist but I am fluent in German which may be useful on occasion. Plus, I am capable of learning new things too in order to increase my useful set of skills.”

"You have already told me you are capable of listening to rumors, slave," Vera replied, "And I do not wish to spend my time teaching you things when I could already have a servant that can do that without my aid. If you can learn new skillsets, wonderful. But, that is something you will do on your own time, not mine." That was not to say the things she offered were not good. They were just all similar or the same thing. There was more to being a slave than just words afterall. The question was if Daphnee knew that or not.

"Is that all you have to offer your Mistress? Words and rumors?" she asked calmly, "You are smart girl. You proved that days ago. You should have enough of an imagination to figure out more to offer me." There must be something in that little head of hers that she considered doing for her Mistress. Rumors would only go so far and what if there was nothing to report? How would she get attention then? She had to have something more to give. Vera would not give the answers. This woman would have to show she can figure this out herself or else her ability to serve would be drastically less useful to the Head Girl.

She was thinking to hard. In an effort to supply something she thought could be useful to her Mistress. Her heart sank though thundering in her chest. “I did not imply that you should teach me. I will learn them on my own if I have to Mistress. The more I know the more useful your Slave can be, the more options that you will possess when face with a situation.

“You have my loyalty, my allegiance and my all. You are my Mistress and can use her Slave as she sees fit for whatever purpose you desire. Let me comfort you, I need no other and will do my best to please you to the best of my abilities.”

At this stage she had few things that she thought that the Head Girl would find useful. A servant that could throw her voice wasn't too … no, not servant, Slave. She did look a little uncomfortable knowing that their was little else that could be of use. Vera could probably get her servants that were better skilled at these sorts of thing on an issue so what could she offer that they couldn't?

She's a beautiful girl too so the obvious doesn't immediately cross her mind for there is little reason for her to think that the Head Girl just couldn't find another more interesting Slave. She started to fear that she had already lost Vera's attention.

After a pause from Vera, she considered her options even more. She had been near panicked and had tried to at least remain focused on the task at hand even if that seemed like an impossibility. Her breathing was a bit deeper, her eyes a little wider, she had been left offering up something meager that Vera could get from just about any girl on the campus, she thought. She doesn't have the skill set, nor is the obvious much of a comfort her either in getting what she wants.

“If it pleases you, you may parade me around on a lease, show your dominance, your power at the life of another. Strip away my ability to speak but only bark like the dog I am. You could even have me forgo the dress code then punish me for not being correctly attired. As your whim dictates you can treat me as poorly or nicely as your whims desire at the time, Mistress.”

Another deep breath, she is nerves but refrains from begging. Not yet at least. She didn't think that was what Vera was after, or maybe it was. She was uncertain.

“All I use to have is yours Mistress. A Slave can own no property which is not given by her Mistress. But my greatest possession is yours as well to do with as you see fit, that being my very life. So, please, Mistress, please accept me as your most humble of Slaves.”

Certainly she had to be very needy or very lonely to make that sort of offer. Some would have to say if she had a single friend she may not have been reduced to such a state so quickly but the fact remained that she was damaged goods a long time ago, that she could never hope to fit in the proper channels and she was merely existing at this point rather than living. The only thing she had to look forward to was her craft, practicing ventriloquism or constructing a new doll neither of which where in real huge demand in life in general.

She dips her head, gazing at the floor and dreading Vera's response since she had to open up so deeply in the process.

Daphnee offered things expected from a slave. Words like loyalty and everything are broad terms that show a lack of focus. Vera could sense a faint level of panic and nervousness rising. She said nothing to the small offers and the offer to learn more. The silence was apparently deafening for the poor girl as she immediately began offering more. The girl was desperate to such a level that it was slightly worrying. The last thing she needed was a slave who was so needing to be considered unstable.

Heels clicked lightly on the tile floor as Vera moved closer. Daphnee even offered to be treated as something less than dirt, willing to accept any and all aggression the Head Girl had to offer. That was certainly a dangerous thing to offer and could lead to abuse. Then again, any abuse the silver haired woman could give would pale in comparison to what the alien guests would do especially after graduation.

"You offer much, slave," Vera said softly, "But I wonder if you can truly deliver. You certainly look like pretty little thing. Show me more. If I am going to keep you, I must be able to see everything and note any flaws in your lovely body. Before you start... I want to see what your words can produce. Create a simple phrase, a chant, a mantra that states who you are, what you are, and what your purpose is in life. Speak this as you give me a little show. Give me something to admire while I work at my desk. Touch yourself, pleasure yourself knowing your Mistress is pleased with you and your chanted oaths of complete and total obedience. Do you understand, pet?" Should Daphnee nod her little head, Vera would turn away and return to her desk. "Good. You may begin."

The Head Girl would return to her work, leaving the student standing their as she figured out what to do to entertain her possible owner. Vera looked forward to what Daphnee could come up with in that submissive mind of hers.

Daphnee nods, pleased to have this chance though her green eyes flick nervously to the leather arm guards. She took a deep breath then began as her fingers smoothed down her blouse, first untucking her shirt then seeing to the buttons slowly.

It was embarrassing to know that any moment someone could walk in on them but she wanted to prove that her words weren't just hollow either.

“I was know by the name of Daphnee Von Heinrich in my old life but now respond and accept any that my Mistress bestows to me. I am her slave, her's to do as she would with from this day on. If it pleases my Mistress than it shall be done without question, without command for her desires are the only important issues here.”

Her blouse feel away, revealing a plain white bra and flesh that was a little pale. She had been working on getting a little color but that experience did not go so well and she had not been back to the beach since.

She reached back unhitching her bra and peeling it away, discarding it with the blouse. Her nipples were the faintest pink, semi erect tips just now this was what her Mistress commanded she got a thrill of pleasure coursing through her.

“I am nothing in the greatness of my Mistress,” she unzipped her skirt, stepped out of it and revealed a pair of ordinary cotton panties that she was slow in drawing down her legs. When she does step out of them she reveals that she is hairless down there. There is a thin strand of moisture between her thighs a small measure of excitement there.

“I am a toy for my Mistress and nothing more.” Her shoes then socks join the pile then the leather forearm guards that cover the white scars that trace along each forearm.

She seizes her apple sized breasts, fingers squeezing them as she pushes them together with a moan escaping her lips. Those nipples get a little harder, she continues though as best as she can.

“I am the object of pleasure or just a tool to have one's aggressions taken out on as my M-Mistress decides.” A hand slips down her belly, fingers pressing to her clit encouraging it to show itself as she rubs it, getting it harder as her fingers then slip down further, green eyes close, she pants then two fingers begin to push into that heated core slowly up to the second knuckle so she is a mere few inches inside herself before her fingers begin to slide into that passage deeper now.

It was slightly amusing to feel embarassment rise from the woman's aura. Didn't this girl just offer to be walked like a dog infront of everyone? Still, the student obeyed. Daphnee stripped down as she spoke her oaths to her Mistress. The strip tease left much to be desired but the words spoken were pleasant if occasionally redundant. But, repetition is good to further cement these ideas in a student's mind.

Besides the scaring on the forearms, Daphnee's skin was fair if a bit pale. She could feel arousal radiating from the submissive girl. Hands wasted little time in squeezing those average sized breasts and tweaking those rosy nipples. Vera kept a neutral visage, showing neither approval or disapproval of the student's words or actions. Cute moans escaped her pet's lips, loving being the centerpiece of her Mistress's chamber. The young woman was now gently stroking her clitoris while curling fingers deeper into her moistened cunt. "Don't stop," Vera encouraged her pet to continued chanting over and over again. The light clatter of fingers across a keyboard mixed with the faint gasps and moans leaving the nude woman's lips.

Just because she made the offer didn't mean she wasn't going to be embarrassed about it. Clearly she would do it is that was what her Mistress desired though of course she had those sorts of sensibilities where she would not do such things unless commanded or she knew without a doubt that was required of her.

“Y-Yes ...” She responds. Her stripping rather lackluster though for reason. Until early this week she had no practical experience in these matters and was still learning her own sensuality. Not until a few days had she really thought of it. Earlier in the week she had just considered sex to be, well … she rather not think of such horrors so this was tame in comparison, yet in many ways it was more embarrassing since she was the one doing this to herself rather than having something forced on her.

“I want you to use t-this v-vessel as y-you AH see fit.” Her fingers slipped into her sex. She recalled how this hurt like hell the first time around, her fingers pressed deeper though, her arousal heightening as she panted.

“I … I will s-serve y-you to the best of my a-ability w-with o-only q-question that ugh clarify o-orders!” Her green eyes close, her fingers pressed into her core to the knuckles swishing against the walls of sex in a circular fashion, her nipples growing hard, aching for attention and one hand began to fondle a nipple as she lets out a gasp.

Vera keeps typing but she's not the only one working with her fingers. Speaking grows tougher as her fingers sweep inside her core rocking back and forth inside her core. Her petals grow moist, her body trembling as her voice cracks as she fights on those rising urges.

Those green eyes press closed, she whimpers as her thumb pushes against her clit with the apex of each thrust. Her hips buck forward though such movements are largely ineffective as her notions continue.

She cries out, a blush staining her cheeks worried that she was too loud, that someone might have heart her and came to investigate but she continues on as she feels a warm heat flooding her passage as a scream of pleasure parts her lips. Even so her Mistress has not told her to stop yet and she doesn't as she sweeps her fingers further into that moist chalice.

The poor girl struggled to obey both orders. Her voice wavered as her arousal and tension grew. But she did not stop. Fingers plunged into those juicy depths and her inner walls welcomed them tightly. The woman's body was waking up sexually once more but this time it was her own doing and not that of a monster. She was destroying herself sexually before her Mistress without a single complaint. It was not long before that pleasure grew too much. Daphnee held nothing back, allowing herself to reach bliss right there infront of Vera's desk. The cries were lovely as juices squirt out around those still pumping digits. Words grew incoherent at this point as that nude woman struggled to keep upright while still pleasuring herself.

"Mmm... Wonderful..." Vera praised softly, "It is good to see you are more than just an object. You are sexual object, made to be fucked and tamed over and over again. You should thank me for giving you a purpose in your supposedly empty existence, slut." The Head Girl rose to her feet once more and approached the woman. "I think it is time to dress you up properly. You may stop stimulating yourself now, pet. I will take care of that for you. Instead, you can focus on your chanting to yourself until you have perfected it. Now, arms behind you..."

The silver hair woman grabbed the rope from before. This time, the silk material rubbed directly against Daphnee's fair skin. She forced Daphnee to her knees before her desk, facing away from it and towards the door. There, she finished binding her, leaving her body arched like before. A spreader bar was placed between the woman's thighs, exposing her dripping wet folds that were covered only by a single cord of black rope. Only then was the blindfold added, Daphnee knowing how she was positioned. Any person coming in would see her parted thighs and juicy nethers. No gag was added so Daphnee could practice her speech. But one new addition was added besides the obvious nudity this time around.

The rope covering the student's slit was pushed aside and something hard and thick was pushed deep into her yearning cunt. The device hummed to life, vibrating and thrusting vigorously. The rope ensured the dildo remained hilted inside and the dildo extended off the rope, making it push hard and deep with drilling thrusts back and forth. "Now, continue and do not stop. I want every guest to know what you are and who you serve, slut." Once again, the clatter of keys on a keyboard filled the air amongst the incessant hum of the dildo.

She wince at being called a slut. She had little experience but could not argue. She had done this so eagerly after all, But she loved the praise too and her features softened, her head bowed a bit though she could do nothing to hide her nakedness or how aroused she was then and there, Her body jolts with sparks of pleasure still shooting through her as Daphnee continues to pleasure herself as best as she can against her commands.

But if her Mistress deemed her to be a slut than she was a slut. Hearing that out loud of course was strange and something she was not going to argue with at all.

“I am you slut Mistress to do with as you please.” The scary thing she meant that. It was still something to say these things and hear them aloud though as she complies sticking her hands behind her back, her breasts heaving in anticipation, yearning to be touched.

Positioned as such she pants, her arousal clear for all as her heart slams against her chest. She is quit embarrassed at the position but does not complain in the least though and does as told. Her mouth is not gagged even if her eye sight is stolen once again.

She is a little less nervous about being bound though considering nothing under handed had occurred to her last time.

But she was still a little nervous as those restraints go back on. Unlike the other day though here is more of a risk of someone seeing her so exposed in such away and her cheeks flare red with embarrassment. Of course she doe not deny her Mistress anything, determined to please Vera.

Though she does not have to be commanded, the lack of a gag being the only incentive in her discussing how her Mistress was free to use her if she so chose.

“AHHH,” The insertion of the toy was sudden, full and complete. Her body trembles feeling the buzz of that vibrator within her. Her Mistress commands, she obeys though her voice is a little shaky as she continues on with her mantra, worried that someone would hear, or worse still that someone wold walk in on her. She tries to keep the quaver out of her voice but assailed with such pleasure as she seeks to carry out Vera's wishes beginning with the confession that she is such a slut to be used and punished as her Mistress sees fit.

The sex toy was relentless. It drilled in and out, the rope ensuring it never slips free from Daphnee's juicy folds. It hummed, twisted, thrust with mechanical efficiency. The humming vibrations rippled up and down the woman's passage. The unfeeling tip punched against the student's cervix, letting the rippling sensation spread through her womb without actually entering. The twisting with each thrust caused the faint ribs of the device to dig and rub against every inch of those velvety inner walls, sawing back and forth against Daphnee's g-spot. The toy was almost a perfect fit, designed to pleasure a female to new heights with each vibrating thrust. Being a Head Girl did allow Vera to get some of the best toys from NICE labs to test on various students.

The chant changed to include her role as slut to be fucked and abused in all ways sexual. She did not mind the change as long as the slave did not forget her previous promises. Vera typed for a bit before remembering one important detail to this little game. Quietly, she returned to her bound pet. "Hold still," she ordered as she held Daphnee's head. Gently, she pressed earplugs into the woman's ears. Now with both vision and hearing sealed, the young woman would have no idea if someone was in the room with her besides her Mistress. All Daphnee could sense was the smooth silk bindings against her bare skin, the thick toy fucking her insides, and the smell of her own sex and arousal hanging heavily around her glistening nude form. Sealed in this endless cycle of pleasure and release, Daphnee only had her chanting to keep her company as the minutes ticked away.

The toy no doubt was driving her wild. She tries to continue her mantra, she really does but t he pressures become too great where her words are mere helps and moans at times. The rope preventing the toy from falling free she tries to wriggle her hips to get some relief but it does not help.

If anyone walked in she would have painted a perfect little picture for them and so she tried to stifle those gasps and moans that were so freely torn from her lips. But she could not remain quiet against the unrelenting nature of the toy as she is filled. Her tight passage filled with the constant buzz of the device as her pink walls are assailed again and again as it buzzed against her passage.

Beneath the blind fold her eyes press closed. “MISTRESS!” She squeals. Feeling the toy vibrating wildly against her g-spot, more cries, dangerously loud, are torn from her throat.

With the constant nature of the toy she would have to bit the inside of her cheek to remain quiet but she has been told what to do and still tries to speak as her tight little passage floods with the juices brought on by the vibrator. Her words are punctuated by gasps and moans. Clearly anyone passing outside would have heard. Maybe they would decide not to bother the Head Girl and come back later, perhaps this was a normal occurrence or Vera instructed her servants to not be put off by such sounds. She did not know and was filled with dread, her heart pumping as steadily as the toy encased between her thighs.

In an effort to be quiet those sharp gasps turn to whimpers.


Eventually though her ears are plugged up. Another sense cut off as she whimpers against the vibrations that rush over her. The press of the toy vibrated inside her then emitting that buss.

She now stops squirm though the pressure is to great generating a second then a third orgasm. She's still reciting for her Mistress not even aware at this stage if she were alone in the room or not but obeying. She attempts to hold still against the pressures that she feels as a fourth orgasm slams into her punctuating her words into a drawn out cry, one coherent word in the mix of shouts. “MISSTRESS!”

No amount of squirming would hinder the toy's work on Daphnee's writhing form. The bindings ensured mobility was at a minimum. The girl could not even close her thighs as the spreader bar kept them wide apart, allowing the thick dildo to drill long and deep into those clenching folds. It was not long before the cries of bliss in the form of Vera's title echoed through the suite. It was possible for anyone coming to the door to hear what was happening inside but at the same time, this was a penthouse suite at the top floors of the tower. Few came here normally beyond Prefects, servants, and the occasional staff member and alien guest. Daphnee did not know this nor did she need to. Let that imagination play with her psyche as bliss rolled through her entire being over and over again.

Daphnee tried to hold still, hoping it would limit the pleasure somehow. But the toy did not care. It ground against that g-spot, jabbed her cervix, and sent wave upon wave of heated desire right up into her loins. The chanting had grown incoherent by the fourth orgasm. Juices soaked Daphnee's inner thighs and a puddle had formed on the floor between the bound limbs. Vera smiled, impressed the young woman had lasted this long.

The helpless student would not hear her Mistress approach. Vera kneeled beside the spasming body. Skilled fingers lightly slipped beneathe the rope and proceeded to tug up on it. The smooth juice covered fabric sawed upwards, grinding against Daphnee's erect clitoris while also sawing along those puffy netherlips. The motion forced the dildo in a bit deeper, making the thrusts even more insistent against the entrance to the student's womb with longer rippling vibrations running through her core. Vera pulled on the rope in sync with the thrusts of the sex toy, ensuring each thrust was as long and deep as possible. Her other hand slid under the rope, skilled fingers flicking and teasing Daphnee's pearl to add even more sensations to the woman's overloaded brain.

Daphnee had no idea of these things though even had she known that the fear would still be there of being caught, especially knowing that the occasional monster came here and that she was nude and on display before them. Her nipples were erect points begging to be touched by lips, fingers or tongue for those pink gems were not so picky.

Her mind had been in overload trying to follow commands as best as she could. Stay still. Recite. But her words were becoming more incoherent. She could “hear” her own cries only because she could feel the vibrations in the air.

But she wanted to prove that she could be a good little pet that her Mistress would at least find amusing. She tried so very hard to hold it together but felt that rope go taut against her, the unrelenting vibrator digging into her core even deeper with each thrust.

“AAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” She screamed gripped immediately in another crushing orgasm as more juices rolled down her spread inner thighs and the floor beneath. She had reached her limit it seemed but words were still streaming out of her mouth. They made no sense though, none whatsoever.

But that vibrator was only made to dig deeper, her whole body kept on this shuddering climax. Vera's fingers against her clit felt wonderful though the deep thrusts of the toy had pressed deep against her g-spot causing her to be in endless waves of bliss. When one ended another began. Her head slumps, drool hanging from the corner of her mouth as her body is wrack with the bliss that steals over her as she pants out, entirely at the mercy of her Mistress by this stage.

It did not take long to fully break the student's mind. Vera continued the slow tugs, driving the thrusting sex toy harder each time. Her fingers danced around the woman's clitoris, alternating between firm strokes and teasing feathery touches. Daphnee was turning into the perfect sexual creature. No words left the woman's mouth anymore, just wanton groans and cries of pure bliss. She had to wonder if the monsters had reduced the woman to this state before or if the Head Girl was the first to introduce this level of pleasure. Vera could only watch and admire how Daphnee's body twitched violently, head rolling back and forth as that drooling mouth hung open. Juices squirt from Daphnee's climaxing folds, the poor girl suffering orgasm after orgasm in a machine gun fashion.

The sight of this helpless woman be dragged down so low to the point of breaking left the Head Girl's body tingling from head to toe. She released the rope and stopped playing with the woman's clit, letting the thrusting vibrating dildo do the rest of the work. Slowly, she slipped off her panties and sat down on Daphnee, straddling her face. The blind and deaf woman would smell and feel another woman's flesh and arousal pressed against her face. Fingers stroke through the student's purple hair before grabbing a handful and forcing Daphnee's face deeper against Vera's moist exposed folds. No commands were given as none would be heard in this state. She would leave Daphnee's nose and lips against her Mistress's cunt to see if her pet's putty like brain knew what she was expected to do next.

Vera was the first woman to drive her mad like this and only the second to do this but never before had it been her choice to submit. Never before did it feel so good, so cherished. For all she knew it could have been someone else's fingers there for two of her senses were robbed. If she were more coherent she may have realize that the scent had not changed though now there was the strong aroma of her sex to contend with that would have served to befuddle her senses.

But her senses were robbed completely as words turned to moans and shrieks. She was a loud one, that was apparent and while she was not certain that it was Vera there she imagined her Mistress' fingers sweeping over her then.

She pants as words leave her replaced by this over load of pleasure.

Her conscious mind had been gone but she had read many hentai comics, watch many and she was on automatic as those fingers left her. Somehow she had semi coherent thoughts of Vera's fingers now replaced by the feel of her Mistress' crotch against her face. No instruction was necessary and while Daphnee had never lain with a woman before she saw many hentai, far too many though without any friends she slipped into that realm of sexuality.

Her tongue snakes out like a good little slave she is eager to please her Mistress. Her body arcing forward letting her tongue slip into those folds. She gets the impression that her Mistress can handle it if she goes a bit quicker, her tongue sweeping inside those luscious folds seeking out that liquid heat within those folds as she swirls her tongue clock wise then counter as she presses forward as she seeks to take her as deeply as her tongue would allow. Her moans spill out against the crotch of her Mistress as she speeds up rocking back and forth on her knees in order to stimulate her Mistress. Using her nose she uses that to brush against her clit adding a little more sensation to the ordeal.