Though there were perhaps cameras everywhere on the island, Vera did not have access to any of the footage. She could only assume the torment and bliss her pet was going through as she headed downstairs to take out the trash and purchase food. The Head Girl contacted the front desk and asked them to inform her when Daphnee returned. With that detail taken care of, she started the timer and returned to her own work. Hopefully the device will not delay her pet for too long.

The device continued to scan and learn about the girl it was attached to. It began to tweak her clitoris more firmly during orgasms, ensuring they last even longer. While it was adapting to ensure Daphnee succumbed over and over again, it also used the data to make each climax feel better than the last. So even if Daphnee tried to fight it, her body would yearn for the device's 'touch' more and more.

Eventually, Vera got a message that Daphnee had returned. Smiling to herself, she decided to have her fun. Hopefully the girl does not spill the food. With a flick of a switch, the device went to its maximum setting. All that data gathered was now put to full use as the sonic waves rippled deep into the throbbing pearl. It rippled beyond and into the woman's sex, making it feel like a nice thick dick was fucking her right then and there. The wave spread up the passage, past the woman's g-spot and right into her womb and loins. A new wave would begin before the first ended, building the maddening tension more and more rapidly until it was nothing but one constant tide of bliss running through Daphnee's clitoris. Lets see if the young woman could reach the door at this rate?

She had managed to preserve so far though she was safely inside the elevator heading up to the penthouse …

“AAAAIIIIEEEE!” She shrieked, dropping the bag of food. Fortunately most of it had been in boxes and the only things that were breakable were the jars of white sauce she was going to prepare with the meal but it did not shatter. She dropped to her knees then on the floor of the elevator as this intense sensation burned through her then and there.

It felt incredible! Her mind was lost in a sea of pleasure though her through it all she remained coherent enough to slap the elevator stop button. No one was around in the elevators after all and she could not determine if Vera was alone.

So she masturbated. Fingers thrust inside her core adding to the sensations she felt assailing he body. She though cumming would help it did but there were far more different orgasms hitting her one after another.

But it did not help as she fingered herself and that she had spoken so many times already. She thought she would have some relief but didn't and had to stat up the elevator again. It took far too long to get to the penthouse. She crawled to the door, moaning, whimpering and looking like such a wanton she was glad that there was no one there to see.

Crawling to the door she weakly knocked on it seeking admittance, somehow she had made it back but was far from being in control here.

It was pure erotic torment. The orgasms just kept going with new ones to take the place of the old. The sensors in the device adapted to the writhing woman, maximizing the amount of pleasure the woman received then going even further. Would it ever end? Would she survive this or will she simply die with a blissful smile across her lips? Perhaps it did not matter to Daphnee as she crawled slowly to the door, hips twitching violently as juices flooded her inner thighs.

Vera could barely hear the weak pawing at her door. The lust radiating from the door spoke louder than any knock Daphnee could muster. "Come in..." she folded her hands infront of her as she watched the door crack open. Her pet crawled slowly, eyes completely unfocused and practically drooling over herself as much as cumming. "Seems you made it back alright," Vera teased with a smirk, "I will let you set those anywhere. Before you do anything else, change back into your proper attire, slave. Do not keep me waiting." The device had not stopped, Daphnee was expected to change while her body was wracked with utter bliss. Would she manage or will she simply succumb right there before Vera's desk?

She weakly crawled into the chamber beyond barely remembering to close the door behind her. She crawls towards the desk dragging the bag of food with her. The disc wrecking havoc with her senses. She listens to the following instructions, panting all the while, barely hearing her as her mind is bombarded. Her body is tormented by this pleasure … what if Vera didn't like Luguni? Somewhere at the back of her mind this thought forms though it does not fully form.

“Y-Y-Yes … Mis … Tress ...” She barely gets out the words. The bag of food left right there on the floor as it was too difficult to move it. Get changed then she could worry about it but the closet seems so far away!

Daphnee crawls towards it though, determined to carry out the last commands but collapses then and there about half way to the closet as pleasure sweeps through her body. “UNGH!” Gasping for air like a fish out of water she's still moving, pulling herself along for a moment then falling short, her body twitching and trembling.

Tears form up at the corners of her eyes. She squeezes her eyes shut, makes one last heroic surge and continues on to the closet, opening the door weakly then plopping down. “MISTRESS!” She shrieks unable to will her body to move any further ...

Daphnee's emotions were flaring madly. Lust, panic, fear; radiated like a small star just beyond her desk. Vera watched with interest as her slave crawled halfway to her destination and collapse in a seizure of fresh orgasms. It was impressive the girl was even concious. Yet the woman struggled and threw herself at the door before falling once more. This time, there was no effort to get up as the student was wracked with rapture.

Vera flipped the switch and the rippling waves slowed then weakened then stopped entirely. She rose to her feet and approached her still twitching toy. Reaching down, she removed the disc and stroked the young woman's hair. "Shhh..." she hushed softly, wiping those tears away with her thumb, "I love to see you struggle so hard to please me, my lovely little pet. You did very well. Take slow breaths. If you must rest, then rest right there in a puddle of your own juices. When you are strong enough to crawl again, change clothes and see about preparing dinner for both of us. You must be starving from working so very hard." Vera leaned closer, planting a soft kiss on Daphnee's lips. "You have pleased me greatly. Rest for a bit."

She would leave her pet lying there, gasping for air as the stench of sex hung heavily over the helpless woman. Vera put the device away. Daphnee's body would be plagued with the afterglow and shocks of the whole ordeal but that too will eventually fade. The servant will feel the painful ache of muscles she never knew she had. Soon the light clatter of keys were heard again, Vera never forgetting her own duties that needed done.

Daphnee panted from her place on the floor, chest rising and falling.

“I'm sorry, Mistress.” Even now she had regretted not carrying out the last order. She was close but couldn't do it. Just couldn't … the intensity of those ripples lessened though. She was pleased that her Mistress though.

She did as command free now to calm down as half seeing green eyes stared up at the ceiling, her lips tingling with the after glow of that kiss. She laid their in a puddle of her own sexual juices for about ten minutes before getting enough strength to sit up and at least move out of the puddle. She still takes close to another five minutes before she gets enough strength to change then recover the groceries.

She comes before Vera waiting to be acknowledged patiently. “I should have asked my Mistress before leaving, I was not thinking straight at the time though. Is Luigi alright? If not I can get something else. And do I have my Mistresses permission to clean up a little?”

"I am certain it will be fine," Vera replied, unconcerned about dinner, "You may dry yourself with a towel. Do not take long, it is getting late." This was certainly later than normal for Daphnee being here in her Mistress's suite. It was getting dark outside. Would she allow her pet to stay the night? This was bit beyond the usual routine.

The Head Girl waited patiently as the smell of cooked food would soon clash against the stench of sex. The silver haired woman finally logged off her computer and puts away the files she was looking through and moved to the dinner table. If asked about a drink, Vera would simply ask for water. When her plate arrived, she would taste it briefly before giving further commands. "Clean up your little mess on the floor then make yourself a plate, Daphnee," she ordered, "I wish you to sit at the table with me."

Vera ate quietly, enjoying the taste of warm cooked food. When Daphnee finished her work and finally joined her at the table, the Head Girl would speak further. "How are you taking your new role in life, Miss Von Heinrich?" she asked, "You have been my little slave for nearly a week now. Is it everything you hoped for? Do you have any regrets? Any questions or concerns? This is your opportunity to speak freely, pet. Do make use of it."

“Of course. Mistress. It will be my pleasure Mistress.” Daphnee goes off to clean. She's not a great cook but passable it seemed when the dishes were overly complex/ She was happy of course because her Mistress was happy.

When she returns she fixes herself a plate then sits down. She ponders the question briefly remembering what Vera had told her about honesty in the past, or mincing words for that matter. She reflects on the question a moment longer as she critiques her first week.

“I am most pleased Mistress and have no major concerns thus far. I want to please you but sometimes get uncertain as to boundaries. I don't know if I am coming as often as you would like, need to come more or less but I imagine that if you had a problem with it one way or another you would have addressed it already.

“I suspect that I am not your only Pet either and it does make me a little jealous that another can please you as much. Yet at the same time it is pleasing to know that you are pleased. Besides, I am your Pet to do with as you please and will not appear too needy and live only to serve you as you see fit.

“There are no regrets and the concerns are just small ones, more of an adjustment on my part.” She nods as she looks at the Head Girl. “My biggest concern is that I cannot be more useful to you, I wish to help where I can. I am learning a new skill to be a little more useful in the future but am barely competent with it as of yet.

“I do not wish to appear ungrateful. I am happy for whatever my mistress supplies.”

"The simplest way to explain it is by repeating what I told you before, Miss Von Heinrich," Vera began, "I have no use for drones. While in a business, new workers may be assigned their role in the company to do for the rest of their, it is not the same when dealing with slaves. I could very well mold you into anything I want. I could leave you a whore on my floor that does nothing but cum on command. I could make you my maid. I can make you into a model student. But doing so would be to deny my initial reasons of taking you in the first place. If I could just make anyone into anything, I could simply pick any student to be my slave should I require the work. No, that would be unacceptable and reserved only to those who need correction or punishment. You, along with my other servants and pets, came to me willingly to serve. Doing that, there must have been something in the back of your mind whether it be fantasy or a goal of what you wanted to do when serving another. It is up to you to figure how to make that an appropriate role to assist your owner."

"I do have multiple servants and slaves," she continued, "Some I call on or expect often, others I do not. One is a Prefect who closely assists in my work as a Head Girl among other things. Another is a graduate student who has been on this island for a very long time. She, like you, sought to be owned by another. Her role is more varied due to her unique personality. I give her more advanced tasks that usually myself or a Prefect would handle along with more menial tasks like what you did today. But comparing any pet to her would be unfair due to the woman's vast experience. I also have a pet who prefers the role of maid and servant and very little else. As you can see, I hold many pets but they each find their spot to help me even if it overlaps with another servant. Every servant is not available everyday just as I don't expect the same from you. The moment you forget your own individual identity, your use to me will weaken. Beyond that, I cannot tell you what to focus on. A mistress has many needs and my position of Head Girl adds to that. As long as you break no rules or otherwise get yourself in trouble, I will not be concerned. As my property, you represent me. To do poorly will reflect poorly of my ability as a mistress. Do you understand, Miss Von Heinrich?"

"As for earning more of my attention, that is for you to figure out," she ended with a faint smirk. The Head Girl finished her meal and pushed her plate away. "The food was wonderful," she praised, "When you finish washing the dishes, prepare a warm shower."

She listens intently to the explanation that Vera supplied understanding a little better. She only desired to prove herself useful after all but even menial tasks had meaning. She would not shrink the assignments. Big or small she treated each as they were large ones even if she did not help out better than she had right now. She assumed that she was getting the ratio right as far as staying away and making an appearance though. A drone was little more than a trophy so this made a degree of sense.

“Yes, I understand Mistress.” Though she was new and did not know all the rules and probably could not help out much as a prefect or had the advanced training of a grad student. She hated the fact that her tasks were the menial ones but that was at this point. She was smart enough to understand that will not always be the case though now she had a little direction. She would first work on her lock picking skills, continue dabbling with her puppetry then move on to learning those rules inside and out. Perhaps by her second year she could be more useful … then again she could give up the lock picking and work on her Home EC to be a better cook. She would consider all the details later though as she listened to Vera continue on.

She smiles at the praise, though she knew this was the best dish she every made, not the worst either but the praise meant a lot. She did wonder a little as far as monopolizing her Mistress' time but there was probably no secret there. Vera had not mentioned anything to her so she must have been doing things right so far.

“Of course, Mistress.” She cleans up and tells Vera that she made enough for left overs since she had to throw out a few things earlier she wanted her Mistress to have options is she grew peckish at some point.

She stats up the shower, tests the temperature on her arm then gets Vera. “Mistress, the shower is ready.” There is a bit of a pregnant pause. “May I join you Mistress to get to those areas you cannot reach?”

Vera rose to her feet upon hearing the shower was ready. Usually, she would have to order her new pets to join her as they were always timid about such things. But, Daphnee took it upon herself to volunteer her assistance. "Of course," she answered, "You have become rather dirty and must be cleaned as well, my slutty kitten." The two would enter the bathroom, already faintly steaming from the currently running shower. The Head Girl slipped off her light blue sash before working on the uniform. Beneathe it all, she wore a undergarments of white lace and had a necklace with a pentagram around her neck. With the exception of the necklace and sash, the rest was put into a pile to be added to the dirty clothes.

She sighed as she stepped into the shower. The warm waters soaked into her long silver hair while the rest cascade down her fair curves. She waited for Daphnee to join her so they could begin. There was soap, shampoos, and wash rags to use for cleaning. Vera would start washing her hair, giving no orders to her pet. She would see what her pet will try to do to help or assist her owner. With so much hair, it will take time before Vera is ready to move to another area to clean.

She was very dirty and had wanted to shower but waited until her Mistress was ready for it. Undressing was easy for her. Panties, bra, cat ears … the paw like gloves and boots though she kept the bell like collar on as she slips into the shower behind the head girl.

There was so much hair and she had considered what she had seen before, the necklace. Maybe she made an error in her Mistresses interests. Maybe the occult held a greater sway for her and wasn't just a fancy interest.

“Your necklace … is it an occult thing?” She prods to get more information on the matter as to reassess the order that she set for the book shelf. She might have a better idea s to how to organize the.

“Such soft skin. Mistress.” She does not help with the hair, not yet anyway. Vera could reach that and this was the perfect excuse to touch her Mistress. She used a soapy rag to touch upon her back. “So, soft.”

She dares to reach around her body sweeping a hand against the curve of her breast. Vera's breasts were bigger and all throughout high school she had thought that she might have gotten more attention if her chest was a bit bigger. Of course it was would have probably been the wrong sort of attention.

“Do you wish for assistance, Mistress or may I please you in other ways?”

The kitten was showing her curiosity as she asked about the necklace. But, there was no reason for Daphnee to know about Vera's studies into the arcane arts. That was between her, NICE labs, the island's guests, and any possible student of magical use to her. "No need to concern yourself with it, slave," she answered, "It is just a necklace." It was not a lie. The necklace itself did not do anything involving the arcane. It was just something to wear really.

She smiled at the small praise her pet. Daphnee proved herself of not being shy as she felt the soapy rag lightly rub her back. Though a Head Girl was expected to be proficient in various fields to help the school, the primary expectation was a gorgeous physical appearance and Vera was certainly not lacking that department with a shapely body, large breasts, and long luxurious hair. Daphnee pushed a bit further than just cleaning though as she reached around and feeling a breast.

Vera continued to wash her hair as she looked down at the hand. "Do as you like," she replied, "But do not forget your place, pet." The Head Girl was a bit curious to see what this one would do. It would take no effort to stop her should it go too far.

“Just curious, Mistress. I put all the occult books on the top shelf though if I knew that you referenced them a lot I would have place them so they could be accessed easier,” she explains. She had no huge curiosity into magic. It would always fascinate her when she saw it but that was the wonder of a child watching a stage show. She only considered it briefly in that it could make her more useful, nothing more as she was under the impression it would take years to master and by then she would be a grad student or beyond as the case warranted, she had not considered that aspect yet, another matter she would have to consider in the future.

“Yes Mistress,” Daphnee spoke before applying her soft lips to her flesh at the shoulder blade. Her hand with the rag continued to was the Head Girl's back, dipping into the small of it. She was not shy or afraid. She was often thought to be either since she was cast in the role of a loner though that was never by choice.

The bell on her collar tinkled slightly at her movements as her fingers pressed into the soft globe. There was a warmth that slipped through her hand as butterflies dance in her stomach at being allowed this.

From around her shoulder Daphnee let her tongue sweep over Vera's neck as she pinched Vera’s nipple softly tugging it and twisting it softly.

“Mistress ...” a pause as if Daphnee was uncertain about something. “... can I keep the collar?”

"Mmm..." She allowed Daphnee a chance to touch her lovely owner. But it went a bit too far when she went to pinch and tug a nipple. "Ahh!" she grabbed the woman's wrist and gently pulled away, "Tsk tsk... I let you explore just to get a feel. But I am not yours to play with. You are my plaything." It was a light scolding as if she were talking to a young kitten. The warm kisses were pleasant enough and she certainly did not mind them. Vera did have to maintain appearances as the dominant one in all settings, no matter how tiring it may be. She would be a poor mistress if she allowed her pets to just fondle her nude body whenever they wish.

"You may keep it," she answered. There was nothing with having some sort of symbol of ownership though the student best know when it was appropriate to wear. Vera finished washing her hair while Daphnee was cleaning her back. She took her own soapy rag to start cleaning her front. She did not refuse any assistance as long as it was with her own expectations of what is appropriate. The Head Girl took her time, ensuring every inch of her glistening body was clean to a shine. She turned to Daphnee and pressed the rag against a breast, squeezing slowly. The woman did not have small breasts. They were average, reasonable. The island just accepted just about any beauty that applied and the monsters generally had a taste for the well endowed.

The rough rag dragged over the woman's nipples, fingers pinching and twisting them to liven them up a little. "You have a lovely body. You must be aching all over from all that work." Of course 'work' also included the numerous orgasms the poor young student was put through.