Never had spanked someone before, she was uncertain what to expect from her lover during this 'reward'. Even before she began to use the wooden comb, Claire's body squirmed on top of her mistress's lap. The woman's reddened and exposed rear wiggled in plain view as the anticipation was tearing at both of them. Seeing the red tone that her lover's pale cheeks had, she was worried of hurting the woman. But Natsuki made her orders clear.

The first cry of pain made her body shiver. Did she hit too hard? Her hand shook briefly before she forced herself to drag the bristles over the already throbbing flesh. A small peek towards her mistress showed that the being was merely watching Claire's reaction. The finger to the monster's lips made it look more like this was a curious experiment rather than punishment or reward. Hearing no complaints beyond mild yelps of pain from the paddling, the witch continued at steady pace with only minor changes in tempo. Gradually the sounds changed from sounds of pain to merely sounds of shock to perhaps something more.

Kanoe was broken out of her own little trance by Natsuki's voice. "Yes, Miss Saika," she nodded as she moved infront of the being, giving her full view of the partially dressed woman laying over the monster's lap. The second suggestion sounded rather uncomfortable for both Claire and Natsuki, putting so much weight on the woman's lap. Of coures the being had already noticed and simply voiced what she was already thinking.

The dark witch kept her eyes lowered as the woman spoke but not so much that she could not see what Natsuki's hands were doing. She watched as the monster's fingers stroked possessively between the mystic's cheeks, disappearing from Kanoe's view as the fingers began to tease Claire's nether region. The reaction of Claire's body told her where the monster was touching. Blushing softly, she rolled the brush over so that her hand was holding the bristled end. Gazing at the wooden handle, she was worried that this would hurt much worse than the spanking before. Hitting right over such a sensitive region made her nervous and her imagination played through countless reactions her lover may have to this ranging from screams of agony to groans of bliss. There was no way to know what vision would be real.

"Yes, Miss Saika," she replied, bowing her head, "It seems a bit awkward spanking like this." She added as she moved closer so she could adjust her swings to go downwards towards the crack of Claire's ass. Without so much as a warning, she swung downwards so the small handle would slipped through the space needed to strike the exposed mound. She kept her grip firm on the bristled handle so she would not whip it so much. As her mistress said, she was to spank not beat.

(Posting a reply after being absent for so long. Sorry, Natsuki. Kanoe. D; Forgive this person.)
Endurance lasted and faded. Claire had to constantly re-focus herself and try and remain steadfast and strong. Pain was… an uncomfortable company, but given Natsuki’s constant stab about her liking agony and treasuring it, it was more of a mental pain then anything physical. Still, she could feel the sting reverberate off her puffing cheeks and into the deep tissue just below the surface. It was like applying a hand to an on stove, and keeping it there. Frankly, everything was a bit sore, but her buttocks had been the only part of her not totally affected by Kanoe or Natsuki until this session.

She begged for it all to end or for her to just pass out and wake up to find this all a terrible nightmare. True to form, the spankings, especially from her lover caused more of a reaction. It was impossible to not to begin thinking of Kanoe as the source of her pain when it truly was. Accepting it made the golden haired woman feel much more vulnerable as she had time and time again given the executioner of this paddling her heart. So many thoughts and emotions ran through the blonde mystic that her emotions would look like a rainbow to another empath.

Her heart was pounding and aching while she tried and tried again to hide her tears from all. These mental blows were becoming just too harsh and too domineering. Her lover wasn’t attempting to hurt her, but she was. Natsuki was ordering Kanoe to do this, but after hours of this confusion, Claire wasn’t sure whom was truly hurting her.

Finally, the paddling stopped, but only for a re-adjustment apparently. Upon the request of Natsuki, Claire could make out half of Kanoe’s body from her position, but she did not dare look up past her shapely legs. She couldn’t even look at the woman anymore, afraid of what expression she may see. Kanoe was to take the task of being a trainer and punisher, all that was left for Claire to do is begin to dread when her lover came near. Even knowing this, Claire followed the pattern. After all, her body was less confused and tensed at the faintest sign that more punishment would be coming. Miss Saika’s orders were specific and meant for a particular area. Her heart skips a beat as she realizes Kanoe would be hitting a part of her she knew would cause utter pain. She shuddered to think what sort of pain she would feel, obliviously shivering in fear at the notion of being smacked in her most tender area by her beloved.

Swallowing hard, Claire fought back the urge to cry out for mercy. It wasn’t that she was afraid of being hit more; she just wasn’t sure which woman she needed to beg for grace. Her silence indicated something more than just fear as Natsuki honed in on her off balanced mood. After being spanked multiple times it was expected for Claire to flinch at the slightest touch to begin with. But the woman’s fingers dipped between her abused cheeks and slid her fingers around her puffing nether region. She lets out a fresh breath of stuttering gasps as the woman roughly handled her slowly wetting pussy. After such intense pain the blonde mystic couldn’t stop herself from moaning with sharp intakes of breath. Even with fingernails as the tool, the mystic was shuddering with tingles and even more so when the woman slide over her twitching opening and teased her twitching nub. Biting down on her lip, she tried with all her might but to no avail to hide that her body was reacting almost instantly to Natsuki’s touches. Her mind grew fogged briefly, fortunately or perhaps unfortunately when the woman moved her hand away so that Kanoe could strike in-between her puffing lips and buttocks. It was a cruel twist to stimulate her like this when it only made the area by which the hit would take place more sensitive.

She barely had enough time to recompose her breathing before, without warning, the rod struck deeply between her parted slit. Her scream of pure, uncensored agony reverberated off the walls in Natsuki’s lair as Claire’s body became rigid with the intensity of pain. Her nails involuntarily dug into the leg of Natsuki that she held onto, but it was doubtful the poor woman could even hurt this being. It was a loud and sharp scream, but what made it even worse were her folds twitching sporadically while a flow of nectar leaked out of her rigid body. The woman was truly in-between heaven and hell before it all came crashing down. While she had tried to keep her body weight appropriate for the woman’s lap, there was nothing to stop her limpless and helpless body from hanging off Natsuki like dead weight. Claire’s arms were also hanging loosely by this point, but it was truly her face doing any muscle movements. She was no longer sobbing but crying in humiliation still throbbing pain. She didn’t feel a single shred of her climax as her body flexed in throbs. Her loud wails of misery and woe were unrelentless, filling the room with an array of full on cries, and shuddering heaved breaths.

So fraught with mixed emotions, her head looks up to Kanoe, her quivering lips begging for some form of grace. Half-lidded and blinded with tears, her eyes looked to the person who had struck her so hard. "H-Have mercy... pe-please..."

The tears would not stop falling down Kanoe's cheeks as she spanked the woman with the wooden comb. Her lover seemed to be alternating from blissful pleasure and tortured agony. Tremors ran up and down the witch's spine, unable to comprehend what all she was doing to the poor woman. She wanted it to stop but her hand kept moving, obeying the will of Miss Saika. She knew deep down that if she stopped or begged for mercy on her lover's behalf, things would only get worse for her lover. Kanoe could only keep spanking the woman's vulnerable folds and watch as the woman let forthed a torture induced climax.

The witch knew a few things about how the contrasts of pleasure and pain can make the sensations stronger but it was as if her lover did not know her body was cumming as she begged. But even as her lover begged, the comb handle continued to make contact with those dripping wet netherlips. She tried so hard to keep Clarice away from all this and now there was nothing she could do. Why did her lover have to search for her like this? Now protecting her lover would be impossible as Natsuki had complete control over them both.

It was not by Kanoe's action that Claire was finally shown mercy and saved from the spankings. Natsuki spoke up, comforting Clarice and ordering it all to stop. The dark witch was left standing there, her hand trembling as she felt herself becoming dizzy. Sobbing softly, she would only watch as the monster picked the woman up and allowed her to rest against the petite form of the powerful being. Kanoe's knees gave as she fell upon them before the two women. The comb slipped from her fingers, the handle covered in her lover's juices. She could not believe she did this to the person she cared most for. "I'm sorry, Clarice," she whimpered, "I'm sorry..." She wanted to reach up and touch the woman, comfort her. But how could she? She was the source of all her lover's pain. Kanoe was afraid to do anything as it could possibly just bring Claire to further harm.

Everything hurt now. It was not an exaggeration. Everything throbbed, melting together in a cesspool of a conjoined force that left Claire sobbing in the woman's lap. The forced climax did nothing to save her or cover up any of the agony she was going through. All she wanted to do now was just die and be done with it. She was slowly starting to regret the woman taking her out of the well. Even if she ended up in hell, it couldn't be any worse than this. When not even pleasure softened the pain, the blonde woman was deliriously crying and dizzily staring at the ground after her pleading was not heeded.

Kanoe was relentless in her strikes until the woman barely felt the paddle anymore. She didn't even hear Natsuki's demand to stop. She could already guess the mess she looked, adding to her further humiliation. Her tongue hung loosely out of her heaving mouth. She could throw up if only she weren't putting her full weight on her stomach. She couldn't heave even if she wanted. It took too much energy to stay awake.

Somehow she ended up being a limp doll after her strength ebbed away. She was so tired, not given much rest after what had happened these past few days. Claire was amazed she was still coherent after all this. She felt herself being pulled up with ease, her head loosely looking to the only person in her sight. Why did this have to be so torturous? As Natsuki seemed to have planned, Clarice weakly sobbed all she could into the woman. She wasn't sure what to feel anymore. She was scared, hurt, full of woe, and perhaps even betrayed. She couldn't help it anymore. Whatever she thought she couldn't second guess. Everything hurt too much to think about things too long. Kanoe had been the source of all her pain through this. Her body reacted on its own. Any attempt Kanoe made to touch her, her body would shudder and flinch away.

She gripped the woman holding her, crying madly into her arms as she just wanted it all to stop. What was this supposed to do for her? All it did was make her afraid of her lover's hands and reduced to turning to the woman who caused it all. Or was she the cause of it all anymore?

She didn't say a word through her sobs, her torture finally robbing her of her voice as she sobbed dryly into the woman. Even hearing Natsuki's last, aroused words, she didn't care anymore. Nothing below her pelvis felt good anymore. She wasn't sure if she was feeling good or not. The throb of Kanoe's paddles right into her nether lips numbed anything from reaching her brain. Maybe her body was feeling something from her masochist inside, but the emotional toll just hurt too much.

She didn't even register what the dark witch was doing and just tried to calm down. Part of her was starting to become indifferent to the woman. Kanoe's hand caused so much pain. Who knew it could cause so much pain? Her sniveling sobs slowly quieted down as she was given a chance to recuperate from the paddles. She wished Natsuki would just take away all her pain now. Whatever the lesson was, she'd never do it again. Just no more, she thought, no more pain please, she begged inside.

She was truly regretting ever trying to vainly help Kanoe. All it resulted in was her being tossed into an unrelenting hell.

The witch could only watch as Natsuki grabbed her lover and embraced the young woman. She watched the powerful being comfort Clarice while Claire sobbed and clung to monster, taking any and all mercy the creature had to offer. The tears would not stop pouring down Kanoe's cheeks. She had tried so hard to keep this secret to protect her lover and now it all came back to bite them both. Now, if she tried to stand, Claire would be punished worse. If she spoke up and try to explain herself, Calir would be punished worse. The only option she had to ease her lover's suffering is to just sit there and let this horrible nightmare finish.

Ms. Saika made it rather clear with her gaze of what would happen if Kanoe did anything. The gaze had the silent command of 'Sit there like a good girl and watch as I take your lover away from you'. So she watched, gazing helplessly back into that venomous stare as Natsuki whispered sweet poison into Claire's vulnerable mind. She could not even apologize anymore. Her legs felt numb as she sat on them. Her heart felt as if it had stopped and was now being ripped apart. The witch felt as if she were about to throw up from the horrible sensation welling up inside her stomach.

After what seemed like an eternity of watching this unfold as if she were not even in the room, Natsuki directed a question at her. A lump formed in Kanoe's throat as her mouth went dry. Ms. Saika wanted her pet to admit to these lies. It was either admit to them and allow Natsuki to further cement her hold over Claire or deny it and watch her lover suffer more. This was too painful, too horrible to endure. The witch silently begged for mercy with those teared filled eyes. But, the monster showed no sympathy and expected to be obeyed.

"I... It... It is all true... M-Ms. Saika..." Kanoe replied as best as she could through her sobs. The words felt so wrong that it took effort to make her jaw move to form these lies and speak them out loud. "I am a selfish, pathetic creature. I... I do not deserve to be loved. Please forgive me, Clarice. I was weak..." The witch slumped forward, her hands catching her from just falling onto the unforgiving floor. Kanoe was taking slow shuddering breaths. Her heart and mind could not take it and she was about to panic if she wasn't already.

She had been clinging to the woman weakly for a few moments now. No more tear could be spilt because she had no more to give. Her voice was hoarse from her cries of pleasured pain. She felt her heart beating intensely as if it was about to take the leap into a dark precipice that had no bottom. She felt disgusting and pathetic. What part of her hadn't been soiled or abused? Was she even fit being called Human anymore? No, all this abuse, all this pain. She was worse than any human. She was Clarice Rossignol, a sorry excuse for a person.

She was clinging to someone who wasn't even remotely human, but she offered herself as a means to cry on. She was grateful the woman was kind enough to let her wretch her sorrows out until there was nothing but shaky shoulders and heavy, unpleasant gasps leaving her dry throat. She could feel herself accepting this grace of peace with more desire. How relieving it all was. Her thoughts still clung to her fragile body and how low she was on the food chain. She knew it well and inwardly nodded to it all. She was a masochist, a naïve little girl, a stubborn fool, and above all else, she was unsightly.

She could hear the words spoke more clearly with nary a sound now drowning them out. Letting her head rest in the welcomed shoulder of Miss Saika, she let strong arms wrap around her. It felt safe. Knowing this powerful woman was embracing her meant she was protected from pain if only for a moment. From anything she considered fun... from her lover. She shivers at the thought of her torture.

She blinks upon the last few words uttered by the being. Her heart lurched at the incomprehensible thought that Kanoe... sacrificed her for her own well-being? Her shuddering breaths ceased immediately when she heard that quivering, soft voice of her lover's. Her expression was hidden from everyone in the room but it was a look of absolute horror. No, don't admit to it. Let her cling the desperate illusion that she had meant more to the dark witch than that. Her heart was almost too eagerly palpitating in her chest. It felt like her body was trying to have a heart-attack to just make sure her words never reached these vulnerable ears. But they did. All of it did. Her eyes swarmed to the back of the room, looking for anything to focus on to make sense of it all. She was... that expendable?

Her hands shook weakly as she pushed herself away from Miss Saika's shoulder. The mess she had left was horrible. Dribbling saliva, snot, and tears had been soaked into the creature's shoulder. She placed an uneasy hand over it all, not wanting to even see what must've come from her disgusting face. She must be such a laughable sight to see now.

Her head craned to the being's first. Her hurt, reddened eyes, clear snot dribbling down her mouth and quivering lips heaving heavily with raspy breaths. She placed her other hand over what she could over in a vain attempt to hide her most vulnerable and pathetic face from the woman. She felt humiliated and her lover was doing nothing, but making her feel comatose. She squinted her eyes shut with another set of heaving sobs came up from her throat. Only after they finally stopped did she start to twist her head. She swallowed to see what face she may be looking at.

She was bitterly happy to see the woman looking down on all fours. Her hurt eyes looked at the woman as she admitted her guilt and begged for forgiveness. She could feel her soul cracking, wanting to dissolve to nothing and leave this bitter shell behind. Kanoe had barely hesitated. She just couldn't find anything to do say to her. She couldn't forgive that. No matter how much the woman begged for it. Lowering her head she turned it away, not wanting to look at her lover anymore. She let her hand drop from her mouth, having wiped away a little of her disgusting fluids from her face. There was nothing but a river of saltwater dripping from her eyes. There was no distinguishable tears to be seen. Her tired, beaten eyes looked at Natsuki, that dead numbness apparent in her void. She had no spark of life left to even display.

"W... why... why did you save me?" she finally asks, looking at this creature with such confusion and agony. "I'm... expendable... arn't I? I-I don't... g-get it." She was looking at this woman, pleading with her eyes to answer her questions. What purpose did she serve if not to love someone who could love her back? What was the point? "What... does that make me then? I'm-I'm below her so... I'm worse? I must be. Yeah... I guess so," she continues tiredly. Closing her eyes she just leans into Natsuki and presses her forehead to this woman who held her so gently.

Her face twists to agony as her weak sobs bubble up again and she cranes to turn her head away from her once more so she wasn't just dribbling all over her face. "You should've just... left me in that well." She embraces the being with every little energy she had left, feeling the pleasantness of holding this woman and resolving herself to her fate. The stinging to her folds had stopped finally, allowing her to feel the gentle throb of this woman's member pushing into her sore womanhood. It felt nice, if only through clothing. This was whom she could find salvation.

She let her last few whispers be only for Natsuki. "What... do you... want me to do... Miss Saika?"

Kanoe could only hear faint whispers and murmurs between the two women before her. The sounds of kissing lips and gentle embraces sent shivers down her spine as she felt herself being pushed further and further away from the one she wanted to protect. Now she was nothing more than some vile creature, impure and unworthy of any touch or attention. Eventually, the conversation ended as Natsuki guided Clarice out of the room, the two embracing each other throughout the short trip.

The door sealed, she was alone with Ms. Saika. Thinking back, it was impossible to fathom how wrong this day went. She obeyed all commands and served the monster willingly but that was not enough in the end. This monster would not be satisfied until everything of Kanoe's was taken as hers. There was nothing left to take away now. The dark witch felt like something had been ripped from her chest, leaving only an empty void behind. She felt numb all over as if the pain and drama had come full circle and no she could nothing at all.

Kanoe did not resist as she forced to look into Natsuki's eyes. The look in the student's face was very much how she looked back when they first met in the gym, shattered and broken on the inside. She listened to her orders. There would be no class. Instead, she would be teaching her lover lessons on how to properly service Natsuki's unrelenting sexual needs. She was uncertain how she would do so but she was certain the basement would have all the tools she needed.

Before she could even nod her head, Natsuki accused her of lying to her about proclaiming her love to the monsterous being. The insults stung but she was too drained emotionally to really react to them beyond the shedding of tears. This time though, she was allowed to speak her case. "I... Both us tried very hard to resist this island..." she began, still sitting on her knees, "We were there, supporting one another to get through it all. Monsters used our bond against us but we endured. But... Then I met you and you... I know there is no hope of freedom for me. But, Claire was still fighting. I could not bear to tell her that I had already lost and succumbed. I knew if I told her, she would not accept it and would try to do something foolish like fight back against you. Seems... It happened anyway. Claire had hope left and I could not bring myself to crush that hope. I know it is stupid. I know I am stupid and foolish and pathetic. But that is the truth, Ms. Saika. I meant no insult to you. I could not just discard her after I met you. She needed me just as I needed her in the past. I... I..."

"I don't know what I was thinking... I apologize, Ms. Saika. I should have brought her to you. Her love was not mine to keep. Such love does not belong to me..." Saying it, admitting it felt as if she were stabbing herself with a knife. As a belonging, she did not own anything and that included her lover. It was her fault for not realizing sooner. It was a flaw in her servitude that had been left to fester all this time. Now, it was being cut off completely. Bowing her head, she did the only she could do. "I apologize for my wrong doing, Ms. Saika," she said softly, her voice becoming colder as she let those feelings fade away, "Please, correct me as you desire. I will train Clarice into a proper piece of property worthy of your ownership."