No matter how much Anne tried to resist, she could not deny the needs Vera helped create in the woman's body. Everytime her mind drifted to some fantasy, her hands seemed to move on her own. The teacher yelled at her, waking her up only to realize that she had uncrossed her legs and had her hand pressed against her covered clitoris. Was she rubbing herself during class? It was difficult to say in that haze that was Anne's memory. But, she felt that hardened pearl throbbing beneathe her firm touch. It would be so easy to rub herself and get so much relief.

The constant attention from the teacher was perhaps a blessing as it ensured Anne kept her discipline though that only meant more time spent building sexual frustration. The class ended but that was only a small victory. This was just the first class today and this frustation was getting worse. Could she run back to the dorms and back in time for the next class? Would she even make it back to her dorms before succumbing? This insanity was getting worse and the relief was only a temporary solution.

When Anne left the classroom, the girls who Anne glared at earlier were just outside. "Wow girl," one spoke up, "Did not think a Prefect could be so dirty." The group moved closer as another spoke up. "I saw your hand under your desk," she teased, "I wonder what you were doing down there?" The girls giggled. "No need to wonder," another spoke up, "Look! She is dripping down there!" The girl pointed out the glistening trail running down Anne's inner thigh. This was like a terrible nightmare.

"We should be good students and report to a Prefect right away," the leader sneered, "But, you are a Prefect. Guess that means we need to talk to a Head Girl instead. That would be the right thing to do, right?" If they reported her, Vera would know about the rules violations she currently had going for her. What was she going to do? Worse, the licking had turned into soft sucks right over those bundle of nerves. So many were watching her trembling body and those juices dripping down her quivering thighs. So many eyes were on her. These were not imagined like during those sessions with Vera, this was a real audience.

Damnit!

Anne cursed inwardly as she saw the waiting girls. She had hoped that no-one had seen and it was apparent that she was wrong. Worse, she was having a really hard time concentrating and she just wanted to get back to her bloody dorm! She didn't want to deal with this. As they surrounded her, mocking her and threatening to report her to her Mistress Anne had just about enough. If not being so horny she couldn't think straight wasn't bad enough these little girls think they could intimidate her? She wasn't the scared little wallflower that had first come to Shokushu. She was a Prefect of Vera Matsumoto!

She turned her best glare on, facing off directly against the lead girl.

"And I didn't realise you had this level of stupidity Miss Daniels. What exactly are you going to report to Miss Matsumoto? That you saw one of her Prefects put their hand in her lap? That I am not exactly what you call well at the moment but yet am doing my best showing up to class and fulfilling the duties expected of me rather than spending the day in my bed trying to get better?"

She snorted derisively. "Yes. Please report this to her. I would like her to hear that i'm doing my best to continue to help even when ill. As for yourself though, my own condition should not be any concern of yours. What should be of concern is your own work and you paying attention to class rather than jumping to assumptions about me. Now unless you have anything more to say to me I suggest you get out of my way as I, apparently unlike you have a lot to do. Unless of course you would like to add to my workload?"

She needed these girls to go and then she needed to run back to her dorm... again! But now it was beyond a joke. She stood her ground though and held the gaze of the leader. She wished she could think straight as she was absolutely sure that there was plenty of reasons she could flood her with demerits but goddamnit, she could barely keep an aura of confidence around her and legs under her and she just couldn't think.

"Yes, I am sure you have alot of things to do," she replied with a slight shrug, "A change of clothes and perhaps some relief before next class? I am sure some us could help you with that." The woman stepped closer, her breasts brushing lightly against Anne's as she matched the woman's stare. "But, if you want to hide behind your authority do whatever. But, we all know that your highbeams are on full right now. Even stuck up bitches need release it seems."

The woman then stepped away with the rest of the girls giving a knowing smile before following. If they do report her to Vera, she would no doubt hear about it later in the evening depending on how busy the Head Girl was. Even if the girls did not report her, the damage was already done. Time was wasted, precious seconds and minutes taken that could have been put towards returning to her dorm room and releasing this insane tension. Those constant lips and tongues licking and sucking her g-spot was going to drive her insane at this rate and there were still multiple classes to go through today.

She had almost come on the spot from even that light touch, those soft breasts pressing against her own far, far too sensitive nipples. As she watched the girls depart it was all she could do was stand there, arms folded, her entire effort in keeping her breath under control. She made no response as they left and the moment they turned the corner, seething at their 'offer' to help. Once they were out of sight though she wasted no more time and strode with as much speed as she could manage, just shy of actually running.

The door shut with a click and with that sound she thrust her hand deep into her soaked panties and within a couple of seconds her legs crumpled under her as she came. Her second came about a minute later with two fingers buried deep inside herself, fucking her cunt hard and fast.

The relief was wonderful and so badly needed. For a brief time she could think clearly again, the afterglow suppressing the effect from the chip. With a clear head she made a couple of quick decisions. The first was to put a spare pare of underwear in her bag (just in case) along with some wet-wipes. The second was that she resolved to go and see Vera about this once her classes were over for the day. (She still didn't like the nurses here, and trusted Vera far more than the medical staff).

Packed, freshened and out of time she rapidly strode to her next class, all business, but even as she left her dorm she could feel her own need grow.

Through pure force of will, Anne returned to her dorm to relieve herself. The climax came almost immediately followed by a second to further scramble the poor student's mind. She sat slumped against the door as her juices soaked the carpet floor. Thankfully, a Prefect was not required to have a roommate so no one could walk in on the dark haired woman in her weary state. Though draining mentally and physically, the erotic act did clear the woman's head if only briefly.

Anne came up with a plan that would at least help with the symptoms. Did this mean she was becoming willing to pleasure herself at school if it meant she had a change of clothes afterwards? In anycase, she had to get back to class quickly before she was late. Gradually, the itch returned followed by that teasing feather. Halfway there, she felt fingers stroking her then those slow licks before finally settling on those solid sucks by those unseen lips and tongue.

The young Prefect managed to stumble into class just in time though she no doubt felt tired from the constant pleasure and power walking to and from her dorm room. No increase in stimulation seemed to happen but it was difficult to notice when the chip was already providing so much to Anne's yearning body.

It was quite frankly beyond a joke. She had not the faintest idea what was causing this utterly stupid amount of lust in her body and it was certainly taking its toll. Not just from soreness from masturbating so often, but she was both mentally and physically nearing exhaustion. It was certainly lucky that she was still sleeping well as her concentration was already failing her and lack of sleep on top would be more than she could handle.

One more reason to speak to Vera sooner rather than later about this. She was incredibly thankful for Vera's sexual training though, as more than anything else it was that which was allowing her to keep at least a partially straight mind and keep going in the face of just wanting to curl up and masturbate solidly all day.

The start of the class was easier than the previous one. Without Vera there to unintentionally supercharge her libido she sat through it with legs crossed tightly. It was only a stopgap though as her repeated orgasms had left her incredibly sensitive and by the time the class was coming to an end once again her mind was drifting and she was quite literally sitting on her hands to stop from touching herself.

The clock could not tick any faster for Anne. She sat there, not even listening to class as she sat on her own hands. Her legs were crossed. But, no matter how tightly she crossed them, the constant stimulation never ceased. Slowly, students began filtering out of the classroom as Anne sat there in her own sexual haze. Eventually, it would register in her head that class had been dismissed and that she was free to go. That was two classes done with for today.

Was there more Anne needed to do today? Was there another class? Another meeting? Or was she free to flee in search for Vera? It being the middle of the day, the silver haired Head Girl was most likely on campus somewhere dealing with various matters that require her attention. Would Anne go searching for her or try and endure until she could find her mistress back in the tower suite? Anne had no peace to think too hard on this as the licking and sucking on her g-spot was once again going at full.

It was back to the dorm for Anne. If nothing else this insanity was getting her fit! But, now it was lunch she decided to avoid the main refectory and go to her dorm to eat. At least that way she could take care of the problem once again and eat something in peace. She didn’t want any more confrontations until at the very least she had spoken to Vera, and she knew that tracking her down on the entire campus was going to be easier said than done. No, better to just keep going until the evening. She could manage this.

Once she had finished eating with the lunch she leant back and once again pushed spread her legs, this time to enjoy something a little more leisurely. Pulling her panties to one side she slid on finger into herself, already so wet there was practically no feeling and a lusty sigh filled the room. Another finger joined the first and she began to slowly fuck herself, head back, images of Vera between her legs doing that licking and sucking, the fingers fucking her being Vera’s as opposed to her own. She As the first orgasm approached her body shivered and she opened her eyes and looked right, for no reason at all and caught sight of a book resting there innocently enough.

“Oh… no..” She breathed as she remembered that she had promised to help a teacher this lunch, and for next period. Something she was now half an hour late for! With everything she had completely forgotten and that book (she had borrowed it from the teacher) reminded her. She was NEVER late! Worse, she was forgetting things! Her impending orgasm died there and then as if a bucket of ice water had been thrown over her and she pulled her panties back over her soaked cunt, grabbed her bag and flew out of the door, slamming it shut and striding towards the classrooms.

Anne was quickly exhausting herself. Running and masturbating every day like this was going to ebb away at the woman the longer this goes. She returned to her room, ate lunch, then immediately began relieving herself of her sexual need. The first climax came quickly but was not enough to fully satisfy Anne anymore, she needed more. But as she worked towards her second, she realized she was late to another meeting.

Half an hour late plus the time it would take to run to class, this was new for the otherwise usually perfect Prefect. That orgasm she denied herself lingered, throbbing inside her loins with every stride the student took. The licking and sucking returned. By the time she reached the classroom, the device went up another level. The pulsing vibrations now felt like something pushing right into those nerves, humming endlessly. It felt like her g-spot was being fucked at a slow and steady pace.

The teacher looked over to see Anne finally arriving with the book in hand. The woman had borrowed a student's book in order to keep going with class. "Ms. Deas?" she called out, "Good to see you decided to join us." The teacher accepted the book and handed back the one she borrowed to the student sitting nearby. For a few moments, everyone's eyes were on Anne as she stood there at the door. "Do have a seat," she ordered, unaware of the sexual chaos occuring under Anne's skirt.

"My... My apologies Miss. Thank you"

She took a seat, red faced and looking like she had either run the entire way or that she was a little ill. Being sick was in many ways preferable to the torture that was going on. She had been starting getting used to the licking and sucking but this... This new feeling was a nightmare. She already was fighting back images of being bent over the desk, Vera fucking her from behind with a vibrator, her cunt welcoming each stroke and her body shuddering in endless orgasm.

After the first half hour she was already completely lost at what the teacher was saying. Her concentration was shot and she could only keep a thin facade, appearing that she was paying attention even though she most certainly wasn't. She had to do something , anything to stop from cumming right here in the class. She was sure that if this continued she was going to end very, very badly for her.

As before though, even with her legs clamped tight and her hands being sat on she might as well have been naked for the irresistible fucking that she was enduring. She could feel her nipples pressing against her bra, and was sure that she must have been red face. As far as she could see it the only good thing was that whatever was causing this to happen to her was silent.

Silent perhaps, but her indisposition didn't miss the teachers eye. The room was full of the noises of students murmuring and pencils scribbling on paper as the teacher stepped in front of Anne.

"Miss Deas? Step out of the classroom for a moment if you please."

Anne would have gone a deeper shade of red if such a thing were possible. She had been trying to keep attention but had even missed the approach of the teacher. Awkwardly she got up, sure that she must have left a mess on the seat given how she felt and hurriedly walked out of the class, every students eyes fixed on her, despite them having their own work to do.

Anne was at her limit. She was not paying attention to her surroundings at all. All she could do was sit on her hands and ride out the endless waves of pleasure rolling up and down her entire juicy passage. No one seemed to notice her troubles cept for one person who approached her unnoticed. The teacher led Anne out of the classroom as the rest of the class was left wondering what was going on.

"Ms. Deas," she began firmly, "I know you volunteered to help me today but it seems your mind is elsewhere. You look flushed and your breaths are short. If you were sick, you should have just told me you could not make it today. As of right now, I have no need of your assistance while you are like this. You are dismissed. I suggest seeing the nurse if you think this is serious. You cannot do your duties if you are feverish."

It was hard to say if this was bad or good at this point. Anne was scolded for her lack of attention in the class she offered to help out in. But, Anne could finally get away from those many eyes watching her trembling body. Either way, the device kept feeding endless pleasures right into the Prefect's g-spot over and over again. Would she make it to the nurse or her dorm room? This orgasm had been held back since she began running to this building.

Having said what needed to be said, the teacher opened the door to let Anne enter to collect her things. The older woman returned to the front of the class and contiued her lecture as if nothing was wrong. For at least this period, Anne was finally free for the day.

The door clicked shut and Anne leant against the wood of the wall to the side, gently thumping her head of the panneling. What was wrong with her!?

Enough was enough. Being kicked out of a class that she had volunteered to help was bad. She was her Vera's slave and Prefect and her conduct reflected directly on her Mistress' own. She was counting herself as inordinately lucky that being thrown out under 'illness' was all that had happened. Her conduct reflected on her Vera's and there was no way she could even contemplate continuing through her last class, not like this. She might ardently dislike the nurses here but for Vera she had, and would continue to put her own thoughts aside.

But first, she had to sort herself out. Hefting her bag and taking her head off the wall she made her way to the loo, aiming to sort herself out once again before spending the rest of this period at the nurses.

Toilets were scattered all around campus and Anne simply headed towards the nurses, ducking into the closest one. A quick glance at the stalls showed them to be all open and she walked briskly to the furthest one, shut the door and as her bag hit the floor she had her hands straight down her panties and into her soaked cunt.

The thrusts from her fingers mixed and merged the ones from the invisible dick and within seconds her breath was coming hard and fast as she fucked herself, orgasm already right at the tip of her senses.

Anne fled to the restrooms nearby the nurse's office. There was no one in there as most students were still in class at this time and no one would go this far to a restroom unless they were trying to skip a few extra minutes of lecture. The room was clean much like most of the school outside of possibly the basement. Finally, the desperate Prefect had a few precious moments to herself to try and stave off the unrelenting flames of lust flaring inside her loins.

Those fingers had grown very familiar with the Prefect's yearning depths as they immediately curled inside and proceeded to thrust along those clinching inner walls. With the device stimulating her endlessly, the moment of bliss was already before Anne. She just needed a little bit more before...

Anne heard a door open and someone enter the restroom. All that heat and tension throbbed inside the Prefect as the device did not care who was nearby. The vibrations rippled in and out of those swollen nerves. All Anne could hear beyond her own beating heart was those soft footsteps. With the stall door shut, it was unknown if this was a student or a staff member. The footsteps stopped infront of the sinks and mirror. Was this woman freshening up? How long would this take? While these questions remained unanswered, the device kept fucking every cell in that throbbing g-spot.

Frozen with her fingers deep inside her was hell. Pearly white teeth clamped together and her eyes were squeezed shut as she held herself still, listening to whoever it was run some water and it seemed like an age. That was, what she could listen with. With two very real and solid fingers deeply embedded in her soaked cunt the ‘feeling’ of being fucked only got worse and she trembled like a leaf as she fought to resist an orgasm.

As the pressure from withholding her so-long-overdue orgasm mounted tried her best to hold it back, wishing with all her might for the person just to leave. Trying to remove her fingers from her cunt she almost came on the spot as the slight motion stimulated her and so she stood there, teeth clamped shut listening for the person to leave, fingers buried deep inside herself and a cum so close it actually hurt.

Standing in the stall, Anne stood as still as possible though there was little she could do to stop those trembling thighs. The orgasm was there. All she needed was just a little rub to finish herself off and then she would once again be drowning in the seas of bliss. The device kept fucking her g-spot, pushing to finish her off against her desperate will. It was difficult to breathe without groaning or gasping and holding her breath was just going to give her different sense of euphoria to further distract her.

The woman in the bathroom did not move for a bit. Eventually the sink turned on as the woman must have been washing her hands. She dried her hands. There was no telling if she noticed the bag and trembling legs inside the closed stall. For a few moments, there were no sounds of movement or footsteps. Did she notice? Was she going to investigate that stall further? Eventually, the footsteps moved away from the sink and towards the door. The door opened and closed slowly though it may be difficult to hear over Anne's beating heart.