"Oh, don't make this all about me" Anne breathed, pushing her chest forward, further bringing them together as her cheek stroked against Samantha's.

"How often have you thought about giving it hard to a high and mighty prefect?" She whispered into her ear. "You don't really want to wait do you? There's a classroom just here and you..."

She slipped a leg between Samantha's, letting her thigh lift Samantha's skirt.

"can have"

Fingertips traced down her sides, lifting just underneath her top, pushing it up so her tanned skin was on show.

"me all"

Craning her neck just a little further, her cheek rubbed against Samantha's, lips whispering so quietly right by her ear.

"all to yourself"

Gods she was horny! Her nipples pushed against Samanthas tits, she could practically smell herself and the movement was only highlighting how wet she was.

Samantha's cheeks flushed at the sudden forward nature of Anne's 'request'. The student leaned in and whispered softly into the Prefect's ear. "Fine," she replied, "You want to play, bitch? We can play." The student followed the Prefect into the classroom. Once inside, Samantha grabbed Anne's shoulders and swung her around. Anne would feel the door shut as her body slams it closed behind her. Trapped against the door, Samantha pressed closer. "All to myself..." she repeated, "Now where should I start?"

Hands stroked gently up and down the Prefect's sides. One hand roamed over a breast, giving it a nice hard squeeze while her thumb stroked over the nipple poking through the woman's top. She pinched the vulnerable nub, causing sharp pain before she began to twist and tug on the tender peak. Her lips traced along Anne's cheek, breathing warm breaths before finding her lips and sealing their little agreement with a lingering kiss.

"Hard to not make this about you when you came to me," she whispered, "You would not have asked for this if you did not want it. So... What is that makes you so desperate that you would ask me, hm? Your boss not scratching that itch anymore?" Samantha certainly did not care if it was a sensitive topic or not. She gave Anne's breast another hard painful squeeze as she gazed into the woman's eyes. Being the center of attention in her own little group, it was natural the woman preferred being dominant.

Oh gods that felt gooood! Once again she thrust her chest forward, offering more of herself for Samantha’s mauling. Her breathing was already coming hard, her heart pounding in her chest at the sheer danger (and perhaps stupidity) of what she was doing. Although, with the chip still carelessly manipulating her g-spot she really didn’t care.

She gave a husky chuckle and pushed her leg back between Samantha’s legs, bringing it up and grinding her thigh against her panties, fingertips latching onto her hips, dragging her closer.

“Like she ever scratches that itch. I just thought about your offer and the idea of slumming it is just unbelievably hot.”

The lie was easy. Perhaps a little too so, but she was so wrapped up in the insult, and how easily it flowed through her she didn’t notice. For all her efforts in helping others and maintaining an almost-perfect degree of elegance for Vera it seemed that she had managed to develop a sharp tongue.

She was enjoying the faux-dominance that Samantha was trying to display. There was only one person Anne was submissive too, and she would follow her beloved Mistress to the ends of the earth – and despite her valiant showing she paled in any reflection to Vera. The little bit of her brain that wasn’t panting in heat wondered faintly if she should show her how it was really done.

Anne took the insult rather well, maintaining her secret love that was her Mistress. Samantha kissed the woman deeply as her hands continued to squeeze and grope the Prefect's body. There was something very hot about having someone with authority. The look of awe in Anne's face only goaded the student to push further. This could just be a one time thing for all she knew. "Mm..." she broke the kiss, licking the woman's lips slowly as one hand slid down into Anne's skirt.

"Oh!" she smirked wickedly, "Wow, you are dripping down there! You really are a dirty little slut!" Samantha's fingers slid right into those slippery depths. "Ooo... Nice and tight," she praised teasingly, "You are sucking my fingers in deeper..." Her fingers curled inside and soon they hit their mark. Hitting the g-spot or rather the chip over the g-spot sent a powerful pulse of pure bliss through Anne's trembling body. Every stroke caused the chip to send another pulse, making it seem like the Prefect's g-spot was insanely more sensitive than it really was.

"Oh gods" she moaned, her knees buckling under the weight of the sensations. She could get used to this. All she needed was a way of leveraging Samantha here to be at her beck and call if she was this good - but that was a thought for later, preferably when she could think more than 'fuck me harder you bitch!'

"Shut up with the commentary and just fuck me" Anne panted. With her back to the door there was nothing the she could sit on for a moment, so she wrapped her arms around Samantha's neck, dragging her in for another kiss, silencing any more comments while simulteously using the student for balance.

The loud praise made Samantha grin. She never knew Anne was such a slut. Of course, Anne knew of the pleasures of sex thanks to her Mistress but this was the first time she had done anything with a complete stranger. The chip helped in this as it made the pleasure something beyond mere human means. Even a cock inside her would feel amazing at this point as it would no doubt grind against the chip and activate it over and over again. The chip would eventually run out of power and/or have to be removed. But, the damage was already done. Anne was learning to love sex and yearn for it outside the standard call of duty.

The student granted Anne's wish as those fingers churned faster and harder, jabbing away at that chip over and over again. She returned the kiss with her own passionate embrace. She kept thrusting and curling her fingers inside those violently trembling depths until Anne could take no more. The fingers forced themselves to move even as the Prefect climaxed, inner walls clinching and clinging to the stroking digits as juices gushed and soaked over Samantha's hand. Each stroke kept filling that entire passage with bliss, prolonging the orgasm while building up another powerful release close behind it.

The twenty minutes had passed quickly and both were breaking curfew at this point as those fingers drilled into Anne. Clothes were discarded throughout the classroom and soon the two were both on the desk. Anne was laying down with Samantha sitting over the woman's face, forcing teh Prefect to eat her out while her hand reached behind her and curled inside that throbbing cunt somemore. Samantha's free hand was squeezing her own tit as she gasped and panted heavily. "Oh god... Oh god..." she moaned, grinding her hips against Anne's face. Anne was cumming alot more but Samantha was not trained like Anne was and her stamina was slowly dwindling as her legs grew numb after her third orgasm. But, what was left of Anne after all this?

If Vera had used the chip on her early on in her training, the answer would be 'not much aside from a still desperately horny drooling mess who wanted nothing more to cum, cum and cum again'. But, fortunately Vera not only looked after her pets - but trained them well too. Anne was no exception. She had learnt a valuable trick in that no matter how stimulated, how mind numbingly horny she was her mind could recover incredibly rapidly when needed - A vital lesson as no matter what condition she was in if Vera gave a command, she needed to have the presense of mind to obey, and to never, ever let her Mistress down.

With her her arms wrapped around Samanthas long legs, her tongue buried in her cunt completely subsumed in cumming and making Samantha cum, nothing but hot and heavy sex, and wonderful relief. No, it was absolutely nothing compared to her time with Vera - not just from the level of skill, but from everything else as well - the depth of feeling that Anne put into her time with Vera - compared to that Samantha was nothing more than a convenient way to scratch an itch that needed scratching.

Anne kept up the assault on Samantha’s pussy, lips fastened over her clit and tongue working with consummate skill, driving her to another orgasm even as her own body shook with her ow

"Auughh! Uuhhhnn! C-Can't..." Samantha moaned, "C-Can't s-stop cuummmiiiinnngg!" Another orgasm rattled the woman's teeth inside her skull. Her fingers had slowed. What was with this woman" Samantha thought numbly. She knew the Prefect had cum alot more than she did but she was still going and going. Her own fingers slowed before finally pulling out of Anne's drooling cunt. She grabbed the Prefect's head, trying to push herself off. But her numb legs could only tremble as Anne's arms kept her in place over that those sucking lips and lashing tongue. "Ahhhnnn! Ahhhnnnn! S-Stop..." she moaned, pleading for mercy.

Lacking the strength to stand, she was at Anne's mercy. Another orgasm rippled through her body. Her groans were much weaker as she grew more and more exhausted. Her mouth hung open as drool trickled out while her eyes fluttered and were glazed over in helpless lust. The chip did not seem to be active anymore either it burned out or the countless orgasms had satisfied the sensors enough to hold back for a bit.

The desperate command hit those receptors back in her brain that would usually respond instantly to a command given by Vera, no matter what state she was. They had been the cause of many happy memories of literally dragging herself over the carpet, naked, legs completely unable to support her. They heard the desperate plea - assessed that it wasn’t her Mistress, and promptly ignored it.

What had a much greater impact was the sudden lack of stimulation. Her hip motions, once perfectly timed to make sure that Samantha’s fingers hit all the right points, now doing nothing but thrusting on air. She kept licking at Samantha’s clit though, driving her forward, unrelenting. Her mind started to reform now there was no stimulation and her motions became less frentic, less driven by lust.

By the time Anne regained her senses, Samantha was slumped over. She finally fell from those skillful lips and tongue, nearly falling off the desk in the process. Half her limbs were hanging off the side of the desk as she took weak shuddering breaths. This was far too much for even the sexually active Samantha could handle. With the chip off, Anne just had her pleasing afterglow to bask in as she no doubt felt very satisfied. It was not as great as pleasure given by her Mistress. But, one could not eat the finest of foods every day. For those days, there would be Samantha or any other student that the Prefect fancied. Eyes closed, Samantha moaned weakly and was quickly losing conciousness. It was well past curfew at this point and no one had come into the classroom. It seems Anne got away with this.

She would certainly need to be a little more discrete in future though.It would not do at all if she was ever caught. And it would also not do if Samantha started telling everyone that she was shagging around. While she could certainly cope with the rumours, it would be better for all concerned if she didn’t have to.

Plus, she thought with a smile - if she could ensure Samanthas co-operation…

Sliding out from underneath Samantha, she tried to stand, but her wobbled, and tried to fold out on her. Levering her up using the desk for support she let her legs stabilise, looking at the half-concious face of the student. She hadn’t realised the she was capable of pushing someone quite that far - certainly she had never managed it with her Mistress and she felt a surge of self-congratulation as she looked at the state.

With legs still barely able to support herself she made her way slowly around to the head of the table, a hand slipping gently under Samantha’s head and lifting it, so she was looking into those dirty blue eyes of Samantha’s.

“Miss Daniels?” Her voice, despite being quiet and rough around the edges still held that tone of command taught by Vera.

Samantha was practically dead weight as she was gently lifted to look at the Prefect. Her eyes were half mast. The woman's eyes fluttered for a brief second upon hearing the commanding tone of Anne. She was drowning in her afterglow as her body was completely exhausted from the sexual bout the two had. Her head barely stirred, practically bordering the line of unconciousness. "Mm... Uhh..." her lips were parted but no words were formed in her mush that was once her brain. The glassy look in those eyes showed that lights were on but no one was home at the moment.

Anne wondered just how receptive Samantha was in this state. She knew she was, but then again, her desire to serve Vera trumped everything else? How would Samantha deal with anything spoken while she was half-delerious, her mind not actively working - and not actively fighting her… She had seen Vera use sexual torture to great effect doing exactly this… But could she do the same?

She kissed her lightly on the lips, before lightly clenching her fist holding Samantha’s hair, pulling it into her grip, the pain hopefully giving a little more alertness.

“you did wonderfully Miss Daniels. Now, all you need to do is stay quiet about this and we can do this again. You would like that wouldn't you?” She whispered into her ear, trying to gauge her reaction.

"Uhhnn..." The pain stabbed into Samantha's brain as Anne held tightly to her hair. Vera's methods were a bit different from what Anne was attempting. The training began throughout the process and not just after the completely sexual destruction of the student in question. But, that did not mean Anne could not learn as she went. "Ohhnn... I... I won't tell..." she whimpered. Samantha was not exactly eager about being overwhelmed again. But the last thing she wanted was to anger the Prefect while in her current state. With what Anne had just done to her, who knows what else this woman was capable of.

There was a lot that Anne needed to learn. But, with this first taste, she was certainly keen in paying more attention to how her Mistress did it - but, for now she was satisfied. Her body glowed - she felt wonderfully relieved and feeling good, and it seemed that she really had gotten away with it.

What would happen tomorrow though, after Samantha had rested, and she had managed to think about what had occured? That Anne couldn't guess. First thing was first though, which was get Samantha back to her dorm. She was a woman of her word and leaving her naked on a desk just wasn't fair on any level.

Dressing herself as quickly as he exhausted body could manage, she gathered up Samantha's clothes and helped the stupified student dress. She thought that it was a good thing to be a prefect, since the curfew didn't apply to her as long as she was on a patrol - most teachers simply ignored her because of the sash - and that meant that she could get Samantha back safely and unmolested... Well, unmolested by anyone but her, she thought wryly.

Still, it would be better if she didn't meet anyone else as she certainly didn't look at her best, her uniform rumpled and hair in disarray. With Samantha looking even worse, it could amount to some awkward questions sash or no sash.