Oh, no. She’d be punished now. She had failed her task. This was it. Now she’d be broken by eternal torture and everything else. All the while her body would be joyfully loving every bit of it, while her mind would be broken more and mo-

… She felt her cheek brushed while still feeling the intense pleasure coursing through her. Vikky couldn’t see a thing, but she was surprised at how the vibrations stopped and how she received kind words for her attempt. Told to repeat her wrongdoings, Vikky did so. Almost mechanically, still basking in pleasure repeating what had been imprinted in her mind since yesterday. Then… she was allowed to leave. Vikky did so slowly, in slight regret probably visible on the outside, regretting the path her life had taken ever since coming to this school.

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The days passed slowly. Vikky didn’t even count them. Her meetings with the councilor seemed bent on telling her all those encounters with monsters were a lie, and that she was to focus on her studies and so on and so on. In fear of what Vera might do to her, Vikky never once thought of arguing. Resistance was no longer an option. But the memory still burned, of being raped time and time again. Surely, those could not have been the products of her imagination…!? Her mind wasn’t that fucked up! … In any case. She continued studying, stunning herself with remarkable improvement. Was… was she really that scared of Vera that her mind improved…? It was still impossible to study properly during evenings due to obvious reasons, but her results still… went well. Her time studying before going to the basement was profitable. Her pile of things to do was steadily decreasing.

And she had managed to get a spot on the baseball team, thanks to Vera. They seemed a whole lot more open all of a sudden. Ever since then, Vikky had joined their practice and helped the older manager, in hopes of taking over the role once she graduated. They all seemed… really friendly. Like the people on the other side of the leaf she had turned was so nice. And she had not encountered a single monster during this time, just the same as when she had been searching for one. Were they truly not there…? No, Vikky, don’t think like that. You know they are there. You know they’re there… But she had no time to prove it. She had no hopes of proving it. After all, her new club, her meetings with councilors, classes and above all the meetings in the basement with Vera and her exhaustion after meant there was no free-time to be had. At all.

The times in the basement was like the polar opposite of the world above. While things appeared to be going well above, she always came down here to be reminded of the wrongdoings of her past. What she should never have done. While the sexual torture she’d never mention to anyone went on, Vikky became gradually more resistant to the crippling effects of the torture. She learned how to control herself, and how to make the best out of the pleasure inflicted on her. Vikky was… turning into a kind of girl she didn’t want to be… but she had to. Or she’d never be able to conquer Vera’s trials… ever.

Now, a week or so later, Vikky was making her way down again. It was becoming more and more monotonous, knowing she had to go down here. There was less hesitation, but not because she had stopped fearing these meetings. What… what would she have to go through today…? Vikky walked up to the usual door, knocked slightly, and entered once again with a downcast obedient expression…

Vikky was making progress in all aspects. She was catching up with her classes and even improving beyond where she was. The student was now part of the baseball team. Besides the visits to the councilor, the girl's school life was back to normal if not very busy. But, every evening she had to return to Vera in the basement. She had to be reminded of her wrongdoings and what trouble she caused herself and the Head Girl before her. This was costing Vera time as well, setting up this room and cleaning up afterwards once done with the session. Such was the sacrifices she had to make for the student body.

The woman's body was adapting sexually. Of course, this also meant the torture went on for far longer. Vikky learned to hold back her orgasms only to have them come crashing through her mind, body, and soul like a tidal wave when she inevitably broke down before the silver haired woman. The sessions included bondage, keeping her completely helpless as pleasure came from numerous locations. Humiliation included making the woman fondle and play with herself while chanting her wrongs until she orgasmed before the Head Girl. There was also various devices and drugs used to further enhance the experience for the poor girl, letting her experience levels of pleasure that not even those monsters could match with their more brutish methods.

Vera never touched Vikky herself though beyond lifting a chin or stroking a cheek. Her voice never became heated of seductive as if she was getting nothing out of watching this poor woman orgasming herself into unconciousness.It was as if she treated this as nothing more than a job and kept a level of professional behavior when doing it.

Whether Vikky liked or not, the woman's body was becoming far more responsive to sexual stimulation. It must have been mentally draining to be brought to new levels of bliss each and every night, sometimes leaving fully satisfied or yearning for more. Each day, Vikky was left wondering what she would be going through in the basement that night.

Tonight was a bit different through as the door opened. The single bulb of light was still there but there was a metal table directly under it along with two metal chairs. Facing the door, Vera was sitting across the table. She had a few folders open as she wrote various things. Hearing the door open, she stopped writing and looked up to see Vikky had arrived. "Miss Nyberg," Vera called, "On time as always, have a seat." She waited for Vikky to comply before continuing. There did not seem to be anything set up beyond the table though there could still be things hidden in the shadows. "How have you been feeling? I trust the visits with the councilor have been helpful? Has the team accepted you into their fold?" Vera asked calmly. She was uncertain if any further attacks had happened to this woman. She certainly did not have the power to decide who does not get attacked unfortunately. After a week of this endless sexual torment, it was time to see how much Vikky has progressed.

The lack of equipment didn’t affect Vikky much more than to start wondering how long it would be before they would be taken out. As always, she couldn’t see outside the center of the room, there could be anything hidden just out of sight. It wasn’t impossible to imagine that the moment she sat herself by a chair by that table the furniture would suddenly come alive with some mechanic construct and start assaulting her… Despite that thought, Vikky obeyed and sat down by the table as instructed with a combination of unease and compulsion. … So, what did those folders contain? Data on Vikky? Was it good or bad…? Deciding not to ask, Vikky merely proceeded with answering the questions she had been asked.

“I have been surprisingly well. Except for exhaustion from my visits to the basement, everything is strangely OK. I didn’t think I would. … Though, I’ve lost any resemblance to a social life due to constant homework, club things and these meetings.” That about summed it up. Vikky had failed to see any reason to lie at this point. Lying… was bad. Especially when speaking to this woman…
“Yes, I think my visits have been helpful. I mean, I’m not really sure myself, but my life seems to be going better, so…” Not a lie that either. At least the second part. However, Vikky was still rather sure she had been attacked by monsters… It was just… “Y-yes, I was accepted into the baseball club. Thanks to you. Thank you.” … It didn’t sound redundant in her head, but she wanted to say ‘thank you’ somehow, but had… oh, she was going to think about her choice of words there forever…

Vera was writing things down though Vikky had no clue what or if it even had to do with this conversation. The Head Girl was easily reading the woman's aura. 'Lying is bad' was at least one lesson this student will carry with her when dealing with Head Girls and staff from now on. But that did not mean the girl was not going to try and hold things back. It was time to pick apart this student and see just how much progress was really made. If necessary, these punishments will go on for much longer and at greater intensity if the student showed failure to adapt to a proper student life here in Shokushu.

"When paying for mistakes, your personal life is the first to go," Vera replied, "I am certain you understand that after the amount of trouble you caused, Miss Nyberg. There is no need to thank me as I did nothing worthy of thanks. You wished to join the team and so I sent you back there until you achieved that goal. I merely ensure you are doing what you claim to do for your correction." It was true. She spoke to the coach but, only to find out if there were any open slots. "You mentioned that your wellness is surprising. Please tell me more about that. Why did you expect things would not improve for you or why you expected things to grow worse? What was so surprising about your current state?" Vera continued, "You say your visits with the councilor have helped but claim you are not certain. Is the councilor failing to help your problems? Would you like a different one? You seem hesitant. I cannot help you if you hide things from me or from her."

Vera would not allow the woman to hide anything from her now. If there were any doubts or potential for rebelling again, she wanted them crushed and dealt with.

Vikky wordlessly nodded as Vera began speaking about lessons to be learned from life and saying it was not worth thanking her for being able to join the team. Vikky wasn’t so sure about that. She knew Vera had visited at some point or another, and comparing their welcomes from before and after had led Vikky to believe that even if Vera hadn’t said anything specific her mere visiting could have had a great impact merely by her presence. That’s just how much influence this woman has over this school. … Well, that’s what Vikky thought from this position, anyway. Not necessarily the truth…

“… I expected to fail.” Vikky replied to Vera’s inquiry. “I never was very good at studying. With all this extra to do… I thought I’d drop dead, unable to take the work put on me. Especially with every evening occupied with a visit to the basement that would leave me exhausted. I didn’t know what would happen to me after. Then… I surprised myself, and oddly enough I seem to be managing.” It wasn’t with surety that she said these things. There was always the odd chance that Vera would catch something that Vikky hadn’t thought about and turn it into a dreadful weapon. So… Vikky made sure to open herself up on that matter, because then she could pride herself with having said the truth… right?

… Oh. That was a point where Vikky would rather not speak the truth. The part with the councilor. The girl attempted to repress her own unease. During the meeting with that woman, Vikky had once again attempted to describe what she had experienced. But… apparently, there were no monsters on this island, or any other kind of wild-life at all. That… was troubling. Because Vikky remembered the events well. She simply couldn’t believe her mind had conjured up all those things, she wasn’t that twisted. … But that had lead to a certain stalemate in the relationship between Vikky and the councilor. Because of that, any words the councilor spoke were little use to Vikky. The visits to the councilor became mostly just… speaking of ways to handle studies and be a good student, which had… kind of helped. But Vikky’s main issue went unaddressed. Now Vera was asking. Last time Vikky had attempted talking about monsters before Vera, she had been brandished a liar. She had been unable to clear her name. So, how should she respond…?

“There… there is nothing wrong with the councilor.” The woman was just doing her job. … And Vikky would probably not have believed any word of monsters before actually having met one, either. It was Vikky’s problem there was something wrong with… “She has been helpful. She helped me organize my studies so that I could easier manage everything, and… a few other things. It is just that I… don’t think the words of any councilor can put my heart at ease just yet. I simply need to clear this passage of my life. Then I’ll be alright again.” She hoped. She desperately hoped. Vikky might never really recover from what had happened on this school, but she hoped that eventually she’d find happiness again. She just needed to survive now, and she could live… right?

"That is only natural," Vera replied, "You wasted much time chasing imaginary creatures instead of doing proper hard work. This just shows what you are capable of when you actually focus and have a purpose. Of course, you could have chose not to do any of this and wasted your life away, accomplishing and gaining nothing. But you chose to rebuild yourself and find that your only limits was your own self doubt. It is nothing to be hesitant about. You put in the work and got results for that work." Maybe there was some small amount of praise in what the Head Girl said. Vikky had gone from being seen as complete garbage and a waste of time and space to a student who is looked upon with some small amount of favor. This was just one day after being down here being fucked senseless. The events that led to this will be noted on record and a repeat offense would be nothing short of devastating for Vikky's student career. But as long as the girl learned from her mistake and did not repeat them, Vera did not seem to hold a grudge. She was being spoken to like a student now rather than a criminal.

"What you get from the councilor is what you put in, Miss Nyberg," Vera continued, "If you feel you cannot be one hundred percent open with her, we can see about finding another person to speak to. I am not a councilor but, I can fill that role in some cases if you prefer speaking to myself instead. It would be in a place a bit more comfortable than this of course. Whether you choose to take advantage of this opportunity or not, you must see someone just to keep track of your progress. We do not want you to lose yourself and go running off into the forests alone again. No need to bottle up your problems, I do hope you understand that we are here to help you here in Shokushu."

"Do you have any questions or concerns you wish to speak to me about?" the silver haired woman asked, "You seem reluctant to speak up. I cannot provide guidance or assistance if you do not inform me there are any further issues." She continued to write in the file. Despite being in the basement, she seemed to have no qualms having this calm conversation. So far, there was no need to pull out any toys to correct Vikky. Hopefully, for the girl's sake, she can keep up with maintaining this proper behavior expected from all students.

‘Imaginary creatures’. She called them imaginary creatures. There was the contradiction. Vikky had to tell the truth, but the truth would be interpreted as a lie. The natural conclusion was that Vikky then had to lie, but that would mean… lying. She’d be lying no matter what she did in that situation. Even as Vera talked about Vikky’s accomplishments, that one issue was circulating her mind. It was probably something she should be rejoicing, and she had been rejoicing it earlier when she had received positive results on tests and homework, but right now… Right now she was contemplating what to do about that. Vera could so easily see that Vikky was holding something back. Vera naturally continued with her words about that she couldn’t be helped if she didn’t tell what she had problems with. It wasn’t a problem with the councilor. There was no councilor she could be 100% open to. What… what should she do…?

Vera… why could she talk so confidently? What kind of training had this woman gone through to be able to torture students sexually with no remorse in order to discipline them? Had she herself been subjected to this torture, or was the sexual torture something that had come when Vera rose to power? … No, that wasn’t it. Not according to rumors, that wasn’t it. But it was so strange. Schools… don’t do that. If Vikky sent a letter telling that this school was using sexual torture to discipline students that were picked up by a government that examined the thing, there would be an uproar. But… now Vikky had no choice but to assume this as what to expect from this school. It seemed… so strange. But Vikky was in no way in any condition to ask about that. Even if she did, the answers she got would most likely be… most likely be… … … what would they be? … Vikky didn’t know. Vera mentioned to speak if there were any issues… alright then…

“… I was raped.” Vikky stated so, looking down into the table. “I don’t know by who…” She very barely escaped saying ‘by what’ “… but I was raped in the forest.” Twice. And once in the shower. And once in her own dorm-room. “… I… seem to remember being raped by monsters of different kinds, but that is just ridiculous.” No, it wasn’t. Vikky wasn’t saying what was true to her heart, but she said it in a way she hoped Vera would not punish her for. “I don’t know if I have some condition which fabricated these… imaginary creatures I remember…” No, I don’t. They are real. They are out there somewhere. “But… I seem to remember them… Even though they don’t exist…” Second time. Second time trying to speak to Vera about these experiences. This time trying to be realistic. Please… please don’t lash out on me… Don’t call me a liar…

"We have spoken briefly about this before," Vera replied, "The only people on this island are students, staff, and those working in NICE labs. It could be your mind had fabricated these monsters. You did mention missing your boyfriend back at home. Some students have problems staying on an island with a majority female population, repressed sexual desires and the like. But if you truly believe you were infact sexually assaulted and raped, you have unfortunately made it more difficult for anyone to investigate the matter. You have long since showered and cleaned up any evidence from your body. Your previous behavior has also put your mental state into question, hurting your case further. I can speak to the staff about doing a investigation. But with no proof, it is doubtful we will find anything. There is not enough to even warrant putting out notices to other students to becareful of a potential rapist on campus. It is just too unlikely as this is an isolated island and the only way here is by plane and those are only taken by those who are students or staff."

"I apologize if I cannot provide any further assistance on the matter," the Head Girl continued, "But, your past behavior has sealed any way for this school to investigate the matter. I suggest speaking to the councilor about this if you had not already. She will help you recover and return your life as a student. If you are not happy with her performance, you may speak with me. My door is open to all students. As for your monsters, I can only say it is in your head. Rape can be a traumatic event. I cannot say if you were truly raped or not but your mind certainly thinks it is true and that can be enough to be damaging. I would focus on the now rather than the past. You have rebuilt yourself and are performing better than your records have shown before as a student. Do not let the past hinder you further. You still have much you could lose as you most likely know now."

Vikky heard her speak, and of course that would be the case. Vikky felt herself contracting her muscles as if to make herself so small as possible, looking down into the table. Alright. Now she had said that. The response… was the best one imaginable, she supposed. But it didn’t really help her. What was she supposed to do now that Vera was actually talking about it? That was… that was that. What was she supposed to do now?

“… No. You don’t need to ask for an investigation. I’ll just… I’ll just assume my mind made it all up. If it happens again... I’ll tell you as soon as I can. … But it hasn’t happened in a while, so maybe it won’t happen…” Vikky said that almost as a wish. “I’ll talk to the councilor about it again, but I’d like it to just heal with time while I focus on other things…” Everything would eventually fix itself if it continued like this. Everything would fix itself. Everything. Just… continue living. And everything should eventually be fine. Eventually…

“… So, are we going to start with… such things soon, or is it just talking today…?” Vikky silently asked, looking up at Vera instead of looking down into the table, looking somewhat uncomfortable from having spoken of those monsters again.

It seemed the student had given up on searching and proving that monsters exist. That would be best for her. Any further chaos from this particular student would not be tolerated and Vikky knew this already. A pity the girl would not learn to trust the school and its staff, being paranoid of the very place you life and work would only stress the woman out further. But, there was little Vera could do directly on the matter. Vikky had no interest in speaking on the topic, seeming to prefer being punished than having a discussion, a rather odd choice.

"You tell me, Miss Nyberg," Vera replied calmly, "If you feel you need to be punished further, you may request it and I will make it so. Else, you may take your leave through that door. You are expected to continue seeing a councilor until she feels you have fully recovered. Otherwise, the rest of the time is yours. But, if I find you breaking the rules and failing in being a proper student, you will be down here and I will be far less forgiving. Do you understand me, Miss Nyberg? The choice is yours." For most, this was a non choice. Who would volunteer to be punished further, especially after having a taste of what this Head Girl is capable of?

“Oh.” She got to choose today? She got to choose… if she was to be punished or not? Vikky looked up in surprise, clearly not expecting such a response. Vikky stared suddenly wide-awake and speechless at the head-girl, mouth hanging somewhat open, before realizing just what this meant and rather swiftly pulled out the chair from the table and stood up. She stood up there for a moment, confused as to what would be proper to say at the time, before finally settling on bowing a bit to Vera.

“Thank you very much. I’ll… I’ll do so. I… I won’t let you down.” It was true that her body was getting itself ready to be punished further down here. However, Vikky was in enough control of herself for the thought of asking to be punished to be revolting. After the rape and punishment, she associated pleasure with many negative emotions. As such, she didn’t want to inflict such on herself. Assuming that she’d get a note if she was to be called down again, Vikky stood up straight to give another confused look at the head-girl before turning and walking sheepishly towards the door.

Should she be able to get out the door before being told to stay a while longer (which she half expected to be) Vikky would stand outside the door staring forward in disbelief within the corridors of the basement. She had… got out without punishment? That’s… wonderful… Vikky smiled slightly to herself, her confused mind wondering if she was supposed to feel joy at this. Her elation was broken by a sudden noise down the corridor, the kind of noise which always filled the basement, which reminded her of where exactly she was. As such, she got moving… she ran. For the first time, she ran as if in panic escaping the basement. All the other times she had left she had been dazed and exhausted, running never came to mind. But now… now she felt she had barely escaped. If she didn’t leave quickly, maybe something in the basement would catch her. So she ran. Ran with a mixture of panic and elation of being set free. Like a prisoner let out of her cell with a free route for freedom.

Out of this place. Home.

Vikky practically leapt up from her chair as if she were sitting across from a dangerous animal or monster. The girl did retain some ounce of discipline though as she stopped herself and bowed her head towards the Head Girl. There were some clashing of emotions, a side effect of the persistent sexual punishment and denial that Vera put the student through. But it was not enough to give Vikky even the notion of staying in this basement a moment longer.

Vera did not stand up as the woman left the room. She could still sense the emotions flaring just beyond the closed door. The girl was happy to finally be free though there was nothing really called freedom on this island. Soon, the Head Girl heard the hurried footsteps fading away as Vikky, most likely, ran all the way back to her dorm room. There should be no further need to punish this one lest she become a fool again. A pity the girl did not stay for further training but, the damage has been done. Vikky's body was now even more sexually aware which will make her a more enticing meal for the island's guests. But, that is no longer her concern. If all goes well, the only thing Vera will hear of this student is the reports from the councilor. This was a bit more time consuming than she care to spend on just one stubborn student.

The Head Girl gathered her files and took her leave, turning off the light before locking the door behind her. Unlike the fleeing student, she had long since grew used to the sound of wailing students.