"Only for you my beautiful Mistress"

Annes voice was husky, full of passion. With legs spread, hands high against the wall she rocked her hips gently against the soapy rag. Slowly though she brought her arms down together and they gently closed around the back of the Head Girls head, clasping behind. A smile crossed her lips, postively sultry.

"But if you want me to play a little harder, you only need to say so"

With that she flexed her shoulders, pushing off the wall and forcing Vera back to the other side of the shower. The rag and Vera's fingers were still lodged between her legs as she stepped through the cascading water, getting a face full, but she still stoped gently so that she didn't crack Vera's head against the opposite wall.

Bringing her body close so they were pressed tightly together Anne brought her head around to nibble her earlobe, while she brought one hand down, running it over the contour of Veras finely toned buttocks.

The flare of emotion gave away Anne's intentions. The Head Girl allowed herself to be pushed back. But as it happened, two fingers pushed into her pet, twisting with the rag as it went deep inside her pet. The harder her slave pushed forward, the harder it went in. Her thumb slipped off the rag, flicking her nail right across the student's exposed pearl back and forth. She dug that nail right into those vulnerable nerves, adding pain before stroking it away. Vera's fingers curled inside her partner, jabbing right into the spongy bundle of hypersensitive nerves.

Vera offered her neck and ear to her pet though it was unknown if the student would be able to keep it up with the Head Girl's focus on stimulating the two most sensitive parts of Anne's body. Her free hand slid down and pinched a nipple, twisting slowly as she stroked it. The silver haired woman would start pushing back now, seeing if Anne would succumb and end up against the wall once more. It was amusing seeing Anne struggle a bit. But, Vera knew more about this woman's body than Anne did now.

Anne gasped at the violation and her caress turned into a cling, soft fingers digging into shapely flesh in an attempt to keep upright.

"Thaats.. Thats not faair" Anne whimpered into her lovers ear as she was pushed back through the water to the other side. Despite her words her body thought it was entirely fair and she could feel the crest of that wonderful white wave of bliss just teetering on the edge, threatening to turn Anne into a quivering mass of jelly, the dual shocks of pain and pleasure creating havoc in her mind.

In a attempt to escape Vera's fingers from pushing her right over the edge Anne tried to slide down the wall, making it so that she couldn't reach her pussy, while kissing her down the Head Girls flat stomach, working her way rapidly to the crest of white hair between her legs. As she dropped though she could feel her cunt throbbing around the soapy rag, deeply embedded into her.

The soft whine made Anne so adorable. Despite the voice of protest, the Prefect did nothing to stop Vera from pushing her all the way back to where she was against the wall. The young woman was shivering from head to toe, knees wobbly and weak. It would be so simple to just finish off the student here and now. But, it seemed as if Anne would do that all herself with or without Vera's aid.

The slave tried to lower herself but there was not much room to do so. Knees gave but that only meant lowering herself further on the cloth covered fingers still curled up inside her. Vera pressed closer, letting her breasts press against Anne's. Her fingers kept curling, stroking as the woman's body lowered enough to force those fingers all the way into those welcoming depths. "Don't worry, you will have plenty of time to kneel before me when I am through with you," Vera hissed softly into her pet's ear. Her thumb flicked back and forth across Anne's clitoris as she began to pump her curling fingers faster, churning up the woman's quivering insides faster and harder than ever before.

There was no reply from the prefect as her head was firmly between Vera's bosom, her arms wrapped around the Head Girls waist and midriff, using the support as the only thing to keep her standing. Vera knew exactly where to hit and each thrust touched small clusters of nerves that pushed her into the eye of a most glorious orgasm and while she certainly could have tried to resist more, she had absolutely no desire too. Instead she hung there in her own world, welcoming the glorious white wave of blissful oblivion as it crashed down around her.

Her body shook and soap squirted from between her legs as her cunt clenched around the washrag and fingers. Hot and wet breath was lost in a long drawn out moan, the sound being muffled by supple feminine flesh. Her hips bucked of their own accord as Vera continued fucking her and she came, and came again, her visible world black and her body entirely surrendered to Vera's touch.

Just like that, Anne's resistance crumbled away into nothing. The student could do nothing more than cling desperately to her Mistress's body as she let muffled moans escape her lips. Vera's fingers kept curling and uncurling, grinding the rag inside her pet as the juices squirt and soaked into the dripping sud covered cloth. Anne had lost all control as her body climaxed again and again one after the other.

Vera slowly pulled out the washrag and lets it fall the shower floor with a wet slap. She took a firm grip of Anne's hair and pulled back, forcing her to look up at the Head Girl as those now uncovered fingers slide right back into their new home inside Anne's cunt. Without the rag, her fingers could move unhindered. They twist and untwist inside those clinching inner walls while her nails lightly traced over those awakened and swollen nerves. She put just enough pressure to cause irritation, doing it over and over again as she stroked. Once they had grown oh so very tender, she proceeded to thrust and jab that spot with skilled precision while her thumb rolled that throbbing pearl around. Vera was not about to let her pet off so easily. She would ensure no doubt remained in that pretty little head even if she must fuck the brains out of her precious Prefect.

Her body twitched, practically vibrating as Vera tormented her body. Pain from massively oversensitive flesh blurred with pleasure and while she had in theory just to put her legs under her, stand and step out of the shower such a thing was nigh on impossible. Vera had not been idle with her Prefect and had learned just where Anne's buttons were. That, combined with the absolute devotion and love that the Prefect held for her Mistress only multiplied the effect.

With her head craned back she tried to focus on her love but it was decidedly difficult to. Her first barrage of orgasms had faded, and where she had been blissed out entirely now she was being held in a horrifically wonderful state, her body over-sensitive and so close to coming again, only the pain holding her back. It was a delicious torture and Anne rocked her hips in time with the Head Girls fingers, gladly impaling herself and offering up her body. Her brains were certainly scrambled and the effect on her face was no less than comical as she tried to beg, or proclaim love, or simply endure. In truth she had no idea what she wanted or needed, moving quite beyond rational thought, into being a simple toy for her Mistress' pleasure.

Hot fluid continued to leak down her legs, which could have been Anne's own, or the spray from the shower.

Vera released Anne's hair and reached back. She grabbed the shower massager as she gently allowed the student to fall to her knees before the Head Girl. Her fingers finally slipped out of her pet's body. She pressed her bare foot against the Prefect's chest, pushing the woman and forcing her to lean back while remaining on her knees. The Head Girl kept her foot there, keeping the woman laying back as she stood over her pet. With a soft smile, the silver haired woman moved to straddle the woman's face, pressing her exposed folds right against those panting lips. Fingers gripped the student's hair once more as the shower massager moved down and pressed directly against Anne's dripping wet cunt. With a flip of a switch, water and sonic vibrations shot right into the shivering passage.

She slunk down in the shower under the gentle pressure from Vera's foot, not entirely certain if she preferred being fucked into mental oblivion, or having a few moments without any stimuli to get her metal feet back under her. With soft fingers holding her hair tight she found Vera's soaked pussy slowly moving to her face as a completely different sensation started assaulting her from between her thighs.

Her senses were still inflamed and still scrambled, the hard shock from water pressure running through her making her body clench. She had other, more interesting and certainly more fun things that were taking up the sliver of available consciousness though, and she drove into Vera's pussy, her tongue flicking out and pushing between those lips.

Like everything else about her Mistress, Anne loved the taste and scent of her pussy, and set to her task with a eagerness that defied just how hard she had been fucked. Her arms slid up the smooth legs of the Head Girls, cupping firm arsecheeks as her face was smothered by Vera's cunt, her tongue and mouth moving from cunt to clit and back, doing her best to work the Head Girl into a state. With her entire world blotted out by succulent her tongue curled into her lover. Anne may not have known Vera's body as well as she knew hers, but she was learning rapidly and she put all that time spent between her legs to good use, her tongue flicking out seeking those spots that would make her Vera's legs quake.

Practically on instinct, Anne's tongue plunged right into her Mistress's body. Those insides were just as perfect as the student remembered. The Head Girl's inner walls clung tightly around the writhing muscle. Vera took slow, controlled breaths. Years on the island and being in the clutches of the Headmasters and alien creatures gave the Head Girl alot of practice in sexual endurance and discipline. Of course, this did not mean her body did not react and was still rather sensitive much to the delight of the alien guests of the island.

For now though, Vera endured. She kept a firm grip of Anne's hair while sliding the massager back and forth. It hummed over the woman's clitoris and through those puffy netherlips while constantly washing out those insides with warm water. The Head Girl kept quiet though she felt that tongue dragging along her inner walls, searching, grazing points of her body that did get a rise out of her. She ground the massager harder, flicking it to a higher setting. Would Anne endure this relentless machine long enough to pleasure her Mistress?

In her highly sensitized state there was pain along with the pleasure that each blast of the water created. It wasn’t much and could have easily sent Anne into another set of orgasms… But mere water was not, and never could be the same as your lovers supremely skilled fingers curling into you, hitting those places that make you scream with pleasure. It gave her time, although not much.

She squirmed slightly, her body singing to her a orchestral overture of pleasure and pain as her tongue worked on her Mistress. Anne herself had received plenty of training in pleasuring her Mistress, although the sensations that inflamed her mind and lack of proper oxygen were making her go a little cross-eyed, spots appearing in front of the little she could see. It didn’t stop her trying though and her body trembled, the shivering becoming more noticeable as she dove her tongue into her Mistress’s pussy, as deep as she could. Any pretense of subtly was out of the window (and her mind) and her hands pulled on those firm arsecheeks. If not for her training and her massively stubborn personality she would (and probably should) have stopped, surrendering to the massager between her legs and the scent of Vera that suffocated her, throwing her head back and screaming her joy… But giving up was not something that she did easily and she kept going and poured every neuron available into the one task - to make her Mistress come before she surrendered to her own bodys desire.

If Vera held her cool then she could certainly outlast her Prefect. She had a major head-start and Anne, while stubborn beyond belief had limits which were being approached far too quickly. Her focus on her task was being bombarded by the glorious sensation of the shower pulses, the divine smell of her Mistress’s sex and even the physical dominance that Vera held over her, each tearing away a little of her will, her desire and her task. She refused to give in though, although not having been commanded not to come she wanted to make sure that Vera came before her, if she could keep up her own assault for just a little longer... The question was would Vera allow herself to come, or would she prefer making her slave fail in her self-appointed task?

It was called a shower massager for a reason. The pressure and sonic vibrations were designed to stimulate and soothe rather than cause pain. Water also had an ability that Vera's fingers could not easily mimic. It could easily reach the deepest parts of Anne's body and fill it with soothing pressure of warm water. The orgasm would have their unique intesity to them as well as the water would continously shoot up through those clinching depths, not allowing a single cell of those tender walls escape the relentless current.

Vera could feel her pet weakening. The lashing of that wonderful tongue grew more frantic and desperate as the Head Girl felt her pet tremble beneathe her. Every breath taken would be filled with the stench of the Mistress's sex and arousal. Anne was being stubborn but her experience did not compare to Vera's. "Mmm..." Vera was enjoying herself. She pushed the massager into those parted netherlips. Anne would feel the metal humming against her entrance and through her exposed clitoris. The water shot directly into Anne's core. No amount of clinching or squirming would stop the long thorough strokes of the massaging waters.

She loved how her pet was resisting. It just made the inevitable end all the more satisfying.

Anne had made a mistake, although perhaps she could be forgiven for not thinking straight. If she allowed herself to come naturally she could likely have continued through her orgasms, maintaining enough focus to not stop her tongue, lips and hands moving. By resisting her own bodies needs she had built a dam that she could only hold for so long, and the longer that she held it the more violent and debilitating her inevitable orgasm would be.

Not realising this she forged on, the pulses of the water filling her up, creating pressure and pleasure in equal parts. She actually did rather well, holding it back, seconds turning over as she continued trying to make her Vera come, but it was a battle she had lost before she ever started.

When that barrier broke every muscle locked, her body going as rigid as a peice of iron as fingers of fire raced through her body. Her pupils dilated, looking upwards and seeing only her beautiful Mistress above her, the sight filling her world. She seemed to have a silver halo around her, only enhancing what she saw. Anne's mind was a burning beacon of lust as her body shook, no ability to do anything in a coherent manner, least of all continue her work on Vera's nethers, aside from involuntarily actions. Fingers flexed, holding tightly onto Vera's arse, squeezing tightly and pulling her closer as , her lips still securely fastened to Vera's cunt. The long moan that escaped her mouth tickled along those wet folds, although Anne could do nothing but come for her Mistress.

That sweet moan of defeat rippled through Vera's moistened passage as she held the massager through the entire rolling orgasm. The water washed through those clinching folds, cleaning out the sexual fluids as they sprayed from the cumming woman. The lack of oxygen can cause a sort of euphoric sensation as one becomes more and more light headed. The Head girl continued to sit on the woman, leaving her pet's face buried between her thighs.

Only when the orgasm began to die down did she pull away the massager and more importantly allowed her pet to take short breaths. Vera could continue this game for longer but it felt as if her Prefect was at her limit. She allowed Anne to take short breaths, leaving her concious but light headed. Still gripping her pet's hair, she rubbed her moistened lips over the defeated woman's face. With her victory complete, she was more than willing to accept Anne's lovely attention. Vera's moans would gradually become audible when her pet started working that tongue again.

Vera's glistening body arched when that precious moment happened. Hot juices soaked over Anne's lips and face, rewarding her pet with her Mistress's sexual fluids. The silver haired woman rode the climax until it died down into a warm afterglow. Slowly, the Head Girl rose to her feet, washing herself off and stepped out of the shower. Leaving her pet to soak in the shower, Vera began drying herself off to prepare for bed.

Anne laid at the bottom of the shower, her muscles twitching as aftershocks rippled across her still. She ached but at the same time glowed… Well fucked and entirely satisfied with what had just happened. She stood slowly once her Mistress had stepped out of the shower, her muscles sore and she felt considerably bandy legged. The hot water washed away the cum that stained her face before turning it off and gingerly stepping out of the shower, steadying herself as she did so.

As Vera prepared for bed Anne did the same, first drying herself and then making sure that everything was put away correctly and prepared for the next morning. While Anne could wake up with almost perfect alertness, she was very much an evening owl at heart and Vera was normally up before her. Thus on nights that she stayed she made sure that everything was in order before she got into bed. It was an act that was now as much habit as practicality and it only took her moments – uniforms laid out, old clothes in the laundry, shower rinsed – all the basic things that only took seconds apiece but made such a difference in the morning were done and done. It did take her a little longer than normal though, as she more wobbled than strode between the petty chores, at least until her legs firmed up enough to be able to walk with a bit more grace. She felt like humming happily to herself but kept that under wraps, letting Vera unwind in the quiet while she worked, making sure that any noise she made was kept to an absolute minimum.

Finished, she moved silently back towards Vera, ready to kneel before her or to slip into bed, depending on how far Vera had gotten or if there was anything else she needed before she slept.