She couldn't be certain. Had they gone?

She listened, and no sound came over the thumping of her own heart. But she couldn't hold herself like this indefinitely and slowly, methodically she worked her fingers deep inside her steaming hot cunt and felt for that spot. She was so close - and had been for such a long time that she couldn't resist. Her fingers dove inside her and she felt her orgasm coming - a cum which she had been yearning for what felt like forever.

Even as horny as she was however she recognized the need to at least be silent, otherwise everyone in the local vicinity would likely be alerted by her cumming. The brought her teeth down on the side of her hand, trying to keep as quiet as possible as she fucked herself, so close that is was painful.

That pain didn't last and she crossed the threshold between 'please let me come' and 'oh shit oh fuck i'm cumming' without realising it. Her teeth made deep imprints and a long moan, mostly muffled by her hand escaped as she shook, her cunt clenching and convulsing around her fingers, her juices soaking yet another pair of panties, along with her hand.

Hours of tension and resistance released all at once, wracking the poor woman with an endless flood of pure rapture. Insides trembled, clinging around Anne's curling digits as juices flood down her twitching thighs. The orgasm was the longest yet as holding it in just made the release all the more powerful, something Anne experienced multiple times in the presence of Vera. Would this ever end? The pleasure just kept rippling in endless waves that spread throughout Anne's shuddering form.

Eventually, it ended. The device was back to the light feathery touches to keep her nerves awake and aware. Anne had better hope that no one was still in here with her though as those muffled groans were more than loud enough to be heard in the bathroom. The weary and glowing Prefect had at least a few moments to breathe and figure out what she would do next. Would the nurse really be able to help her?

She had no idea if the nurse could help her or not. But she had to try and at least put her faith in the school staff, like Vera had often told her. She had promised to serve the school, after all. Putting aside her own feelings on the matter she would do, although she certainly wished this visit would be better than her last. Frankly, she wasn't hopeful given what the problem was.

Quickly, she stripped down her soaked underwear, wrapping them into a tight ball and putting them in a pocked in her bag, wiping herself clean and sliding a fresh pair up her legs. Feeling clear headed and fresh once again she opened her bathroom door slowly, peeking out.

With the coast clear she hefted her bag and stepped out of the loo, heading towards the nurses office.

The nurse's office was not far away thankfully. The teasing feathery touches to her g-spot remained light for the moment but, it would not be long before things grew much worse. When Anne entered, the woman at the reception desk asked for her to sign in and include a brief description of her symptoms. After that, there was not much of a wait before the nurse stepped out and called Ane to her. She led the student into another room and asked for her to sit down. "Now then, Ms. Deas," she began, "What seems to be the problem? You look a bit flushed. Do you have a fever?" The nurse reached out and placed a hand on the woman's forehead. The woman leaned forward slightly to do this, letting the student's see down her impressive cleavage that her tight uniform did little to hide. The device had returned to slow licks at this point, stimulating that sore g-spot over and over again.

With a facefull of cleavage Anne didn't quite know where to look. She was already embarressed enough at having to give voice to exactly what her problem and was feeling more than a little off centre. She wished that the nurse would have just read the symptons that she had written down, but of course it wasn't going to be that easy. Facts Anne. Stick to the facts.

"I'm having problems down there Miss." Anne said, embarressed. She looked up, making sure she was looking at the nurses eyes rather than down her top (as impressive as the display may be). "For the last few days i'm horny all the time and if actually feels like someone is lightly stroking my clit at its easiest, to full blown penetration at its worse. Masturbation seems to help but only for a short time. It started four days ago as I woke up."

She couldn't believe she was saying this to someone else and her cheeks were reddning rather rapidly. Inwardly she cursed herself. Of all the things to find embarressing!

"Oh... I see..." the nurse replied calmly, giving a soft smile, "There is no need to feel embarassed, Ms. Deas. This happens to students from time to time. Being on an island with only females, some students find themselves building up tension until they can't take it anymore. You are certainly feverish though I can only associate that to your recent increase in arousal. You mention that masturbation helps relieve your needs. Are you not able to hold it until you finish your classes for the day? Or... have you been doing that while in the building?"

The nurse drew away as she scribbled down a few notes. "I currently do not have any medication in stock that can help with this level of arousal," she said simply, "The most I can do is allow you to come here to relieve yourself if necessary. Or you can run back to your dorms if you prefer the extra exercise. Either way, we cannot have you being distracted during class which is why you came here. It's good that you took responsibility and came to see me, Ms. Deas. Do not feel bad, your body is just maturing."

A sigh escaped her lips. She hadn't been expecting anything more than that really and while she was no help, she certainly wasn't a hindrance at all either. A shame really, especially as she was getting more and more distracted in classes. The way things were going she'd end up masturbating before each and every class. This in itself could be dealt with but that coupled by soreness and exhaustion caused by simple wear and tear were going to play havoc with her schedule. And that was omitting any problems from fellow students.

The nurse gave a good excuse for how she was feeling, but Anne didn't believe it, although how was the nurse to know just how it felt? It was too sudden and felt all too real. She had heard so much gossip from everyone about masturbation, romances, hornyness and all of that - and while she had heard plenty of tales of getting horny at the damnedness times (and sometimes the most amusing) she had never heard anything along the lines of what was affecting her. Strange things had certainly happened but this was like she had a ghost in her panties. A ghost with a talented tongue and either fingers or a cock that fit her far to well. Stupid, but that was how it felt.

"Its been getting worse, but i'll cope. Thank you for the offer of coming here to sort myself out. It is very much appreciated Miss."

She rose, smiling once more at the nurse and with a final thank you she left, mind already on how she was going to deal with this. With no idea how long how this would last (what if it were permanent?) she had to prepare somehow. With her lust already growing just from the short visit she glanced at the clock on the way out, missing the look that the nurse was giving her.

Next, back to her dorm to repack her bags and check her schedule. By her memory she had one more class. Just one and then Vera would likely be back. But with her earlier lapse she needed to check.

The nurse allowed Anne to leave. The thanks did not really sound sincere. Then again, the nurse did not provide anything beyond options which the student took none of. It did not matter really though. The older woman could not treat a patient who refuses to be treated.

So Anne left and had the walk back to the dorms to think about her situation. As predicted, the sensations returned and grew worse. The device knew just how to stimulate Anne's body. It felt as if her pussy was melting as the so called 'ghost' fucked her g-spot. Thankfully, the student was in her dorm room at this point. She had time to relieve her desires and reset the clock on her arousal. After enduring so much, could she really survive one more class before seeing Vera for help? Would this be a good reason to miss a class? Would Vera approve this and see it as a means to deal with a bigger problem or will she be disappointed that Anne did not just bite her lip and go to class anyway? Anne had an hour or so to figure that out during which the device would gradually increase the woman's overloaded libido.

What would be worse? Not turning up to class or being at class hut completely distracted by what was happening between her legs? She had no idea at all. She lay there in bed, skirt and panties discarded at the foot of the bed while she panted, her legs spread and pussy glistening gently in the soft light as she decided. Looking across to the small framed picture of her Mistress as her chest heaved, her senses mixed between pleasure and pain from the the soreness, worrying.

She couldn't not go to class though. She couldn't back down in the face of her own body!

Packing her bag she prepped herself for the last class, the last thing she did before changing and leaving was one more tired, forced orgasm from her body in an attempt to get through the class at least mostly clear headed.

Anne was usually a model student. She rarely misses class and never lets her grades slip. She did all this to meet her Mistress's expectations. To miss a class was no different than failing her Head Girl in Anne's mind. There was no other option, she had to attend class even with this unending yearning inside her body. The Prefect forced another orgasm from her body. How many times has she climaxed today? How many more times will she cum before her body is finally satisfied? How would Vera react to Anne's new problem? Unfortunately, none of that would be answered until after her final class for the day.

Climaxing once more stopped the ghostly touches temporarily, allowing Anne some amount of peace as she began the long walk back to her class. She had endured so far, what was one more class?

Sat in the class she concentrated. As she had come just before she left for class her mind was clear and the light tickling that she knew would grow soon enough was currently manageable and Anne was making the most of it, her handwriting neat as she made notes. Determination to get through at least this class without her mind wandering and without needing to sit on her hands created lines of concentration along her forehead. As long as the feelings followed their usual course she would get out of this class without anything embarrassing, and then she could get to the loo, come once more and then, wonderfully get to her Mistresses and plead for some advise.

What if Vera couldn't help her though? How long could she go before she was in the loo every single class, exhausted and moving like a zombie between classes? What if she were burst in on by other students like the ones that had attempted that stunt beforehand. What if it eroded her will and she started to need more than her own fingers?

Her pen continued its movement, her focus remaining in spite of these worries. Her faith in her Mistress was absolute and she knew that she wouldn't be let down.

As expected, the tickling sensation gradually grew and soon Anne felt that wonderful tongue lapping at her insides like a piece of candy. Thankfully, class was nearly over by then and the madness would only have to be endured for as long as it took the Prefect to return to her Head Girl for further assistance. Vera usually knew what to do in any situation. With this situation being a matter of sex, there was no real reason to doubt that Anne's Mistress will have a solution.

Class was dismissed, allowing the weary and horny Prefect to take her leave and finally flee to the tower where Vera should be working as always. The elevator ride was pure torture as she was left along with those relentless sensations licking away at her g-spot. The Head Girl could only smile faintly to herself when she felt the aura of lust approaching her front door. When the knock inevitably came, Vera calmly called for Anne to enter. The Head Girl typed away at her computer as always, showing no signs that she knew something was wrong with her poor pet. "Evening, Ms. Deas," she called, "I trust you are well?"

Shutting the door first Anne bowed deeply.

"Good evening my Mistress." she purred. Back in the presense of Vera she found her body heating up rapidly despite the unchanged licking on her clit. She was sure that if Vera looked at her just right she could be reduced to a small puddle of very happy goo.

"I'm sorry but i'm not quite one hundred percent today, which is why i'm here. Do you have a moment for me please?"

She reached the front of Veras desk, kneeling and bowing her head as was expected. She much preferred being on the other side of the desk, kneeling by her Mistress' side (somewhere which she very much regarded as 'her spot', but this time it was her asking questions as opposed to giving reports.

"Oh?" Vera looked up to see her pet lowering to her knees before the Head Girl's desk. She already knew what her slave had gone through the past couple of days. The chip logged how often the woman had climaxed and masturbated since its activation. Anne had been holding back as much as possible but that only led to each orgasm to be all the more powerful and mentally draining. It was too be expected from the otherwise resistant servant.

"I always have a moment for you, my pet," Vera said with a soft smile, "You say you are not one hundred percent? Are you sick? Have you seen the nurse? I cannot have you working while under the weather." The Head Girl waited patiently for an explanation. How was Anne going to go about explaining this awkward situation? Would Vera really have an answer for all this? Of course she would but Anne still did not know the real cause for this sudden spike of arousal. The reason did not really matter. This was all just a means to sexually awaken her pet even further and be rid of those annoying inhibitions.

"Thank you Mistress" she replied earnestly. Being able to speak to Vera always calmed her, and even if she had such a problem. At least it was better than describing her problem to the nurse - Vera new her body inside and out and while still embarrasing, it was most definately easier.

"Well, I'm feeling horny ALL the time. Its like..." She broke off a moment and tried to think of the best way of explaining it. "Its like someone is licking me, fingering me or, if I don't masturbate often it ends up feeling like i'm being fucked, no matter what I am doing"

In spite of who she was talking to her cheeks were a little flushed, and the embarresement of talking about her little problem was mixing with her natural desire for the woman seated so close to her and the fact that she was, right at that moment getting sensations which made her half think that Vera was, right at that moment also between her legs licking away lightly.

It was distracting, to say the least. Her Mistress however didn't like her time being wasted and she pushed on, not allowing herself to be distracted by such images of Vera there...

"I have been to the Nurse, but unfortunately they said that there was nothing they could do to help me, although they did offer me use of the room to masturbate should I need too, although I haven't taken them up on it."

Her blush deepened a fraction as she said that, wondering belatedly if the nurse perhaps was offering to help... She was so focused on the problem she hadn't even contemplated if that what the nurse was actually offering! Not that she would have taken her up on it even if she had found a perverted nurse - her body was Vera's - no-one elses.

"I am trying to keep up my normal duties as best as I can but, its hard. No matter how hard I try if I don't masturbate before each and every class I risk ending up distracted and not listening. I need to figure out some way of dealing with this without running back to my room and cumming a dozen times a day... Do you have any ideas what could be causing this, or how I could stop it?"