Arriving an hour early the demon scouted out the art room, no hidden cameras, no hidden students or security, nothing scary except for what passed for as art by some of the less talented students. Leaving he came back at the appropriate time and found his prey waiting patiently. Had he been less patient, she would have been an easy mark with her iPod providing pleasant distraction. She wore a wide contortion of colors and had her usual wrist coverings and the unusual collar.

Walking over to her the demon appeared to sight slightly behind and to the side of her. First, he set his satchel of training supplies down on a nearby table, recently used for clay molding. Coming from behind her he reached down and his large clawed hand caressed over her cheek before slipping the right ear-bud out. The demon wanted to see her reaction, and whether she had noticed his appearance.

The blinds had been closed and the building was deserted, leaving the two isolated from prying eyes for the evening.

Daphnee are you ready for your second session?

Over the music she had not heard the satchel hit the ground though as she was neared she felt something. Perhaps she had been use to that feeling, the one she got just seconds before something lashed out at her.

She jumped before she got totally turned around, for he was not he only Hunter on this island and I could have been someone or something else … regardless of where they met there was that risk though.

Her heart slammed against her chest, eyes widened then relaxed as she became aware of who it was. “Geez, I thought you were something else for a second there.” She took out the ear buds and shut off the iPod before hurrying it away.

“Yeah, I'm ready now,” she answered after stuffing the iPod into the school bag she brought along. She stood, looking around to ensure that they were indeed alone just out of reaction rather than out of a conscious thought to do so.

The demon laughed slightly as jumped, but was almost as amused that she visibly calmed down when she saw it was just him. The demon went for his bag, and reached inside...

Would you like to continue using the blindfold or do you think you will be able to meditate without its aid? The demon asked while searching for the blindfold in his "supplies." Finding it he pulls it out, ready to return it, should she decline its need.

If you would like to have a seat once you are ready, I recommend getting comfortable, but my reading of your people indicate some use the kneeling or other positions to maintain focus. I will leave it completely up to you.

See nods. “Yeah, I think being able to see at this stage might distract me more, When the sun rose I could see the light so it made focusing a bit tougher on darkness. If I was thinking about light it may have been a lot easier.”

So she excepted he blindfold to repulse distractions at this point. Sitting or kneeling … she looked to the floor as she considered the two options. “Sitting is probably for the best.” It would be easier to focus as there where times when she had to begin over when her concentration wavered with the onset of stiff knees so she would try it out this way now.

After seeing where he wished her to sit she turned the desk away from the window too to ensure that it would have to get brighter and thus later in the day before she had experienced what she had the other day. Ready she sat and waited.

The demon tied the blindfold into place as she sat in her rearranged desk. Once the implement was in place, and the darkness was absolute, he started instructing her again.

His voice rumbled from just next to her, Ok good. We shall start same as before. First focuz on blackness infinite, stretching in all directions, horizon to horizon, uninterrupted. Then nothing shall exist save your breathing. Deep in, deep out. The flow of life in, the expulsion of waste out. Continue until your breathe is the all and only.

The demon gave her some time, roughly one hour.

Now, for the next stage in your training the more advanced technique that shall help you in the future. Applying your focus can be difficult. In order to maintain your focus through distractions, you must fully be in your meditation. To occupy your mind fully, I want you to envision a knot. It can be wrapped, twisted, tied in as many intricacies as you can imagine. Focus until you can visualize the entire knot. Once you are ready, begin untying the knot, until you are finished with a single strand of string. As you become more advanced you can make the knot more complicated, or focus on any other single objective, absent all outside distraction or thought. Should you lose concentration focus on your breathing and resume.

The demon gave her the instructions and simply crouched and waited, either for her to have questions, to give up, or for the arrival of the morning once again. Settling in he practiced himself in order to maintain control over his building lust for his prey.

Darkness and breathing she handled well enough. The addition of a knot was harder for the first thing she thought of was one of those sailors knots. It was much to complicated for her to tackle. She tried but had no more success at it as if it were a Rubik's cube.

Simpler, much simpler she realized after a time making it into a simple slip knot. That was easier to envision, to tackle and thus she moved on to tougher knots gradually increasing the challenge that unraveling each provided. She uncoiled each in turn and while there was a lot more stumbling she was just as determined as she was the other night.

By the end of the day slip knots were easy, as they should be, though there were a few knots there that she didn't know what they were called that she could handle. She was no sailor after all but could envision these matters easily enough since she had seen them before. While she knew that it was coming, the carnal side of things, it was a bit refreshing that it did not come just yet.

Daphnee had learned that when she was in the presence of one monster there were no others. She had yet to be proven wrong. While she had been aware that this was not going to last forever she would suck it in while it lasted.

“I got the simple stuff down I think. There are still the intermediate knots and beyond I have had little success unraveling.” Perhaps if she knew how to tie such knots she could visualize untying them easier, she would have to check the library and see if there was a book that devoted a chapter to it. Certainly there had to be those on nautical matters.

Daphnee's word brought the demon back to the present, he was startled to see the clock showing 6 am and the light beginning to edge around the closed shades. Standing up required unfolding his four legs and stretching out.

The demon wandered over to her seat and removed her blindfold. The demon patted her head and told her, You are doing well. Care opening your eyes, as another night has passed us. The simplest of knots take great mental power and strong focus simply to envision in their entirety. Untying the knots, even a single portion of one takes amazing focus and mental strength. As you progress you will be able to mentally focus yourself into or out of any situation.

She carefully opened her green eyes. Another reason for selecting the Art class was because the first class was a 10 am so they did not have to rush with the morning light. Praise was always a thing that Daphnee was accepting of, whether it came from her Mistress (mostly likely) or a guest (less likely). She had been ignored for a good part of her life, neglected by her parents, ignored by her peers when it was deemed she was crazy.

Daphnee acquired few friends and even these were associates rather than true friends. But praise was about the only thing that kept her alive, that and admonishment for both let her know that someone had noticed her that she was alive …

She could not help but smile though in response. “Is tomorrow good, tonight I have Prefect duties that acquire my attention.” Of course having to miss them for a guest had been pretty normal too so she would differ to him in that regard.

The demon smiled. He knew well the school hierarchical structure well and the woman who ran it. Tomorrow night will be fine for our third session, as there is no point in upsetting Vera or any of the others on my behalf. I do hope these lessons and the reasons behind them are helpful and clear.

The demon smiled, maybe the knowledge he knew her would be shocking, maybe it wouldn't but he was still smirking regardless. Slimer had been patient this long and strangely enough had been pleased passing on knowledge he had gained along the way. Perhaps she may find a use for it, perhaps she would toss it all away. It was not for him to know or judge, he simply intended to keep to the word and spirit of the agreement. His side of the bargain would come soon enough.

He knew Vera? She was quite influential as a Head Girl and she had wondered if he choose one at random or had looked up into things to see who she served. Idle curiosity? A lucky guess? She was unsure though there was that need to keep her Mistress safe, she considered what she had to offer and it wasn't much, nor did he really state that he was going to target her at all but the mention of her name had alarmed her somewhat.

“Don't hurt her … I shall serve in her place if it means additional sessions, ANYTHING.” She responded, unsure what she could give other than herself after all. She was the tool, that much had been made clear, the toy and even without her Mistress present she sought to be used instead it was only logical that as a tool she would be used in such a way that benefited her Mistress most.

Tomorrow night shall be fine of course, all they needed was a location and here worked if he was willing.

The demon was a little surprised at Daphnee's response, but used his cool demeanor to not let it show. She must know what future sessions entailed, and beyond that she offered the demon anything. The demon wondered what sway Vera held over the student. To offer anything, what she knew about her, or what she held over her be huge.

I already have you for 5 more sessions. I believe I have been pretty generous as it is sharing both my knowledge and training while restraining myself from having you serve my immediate needs. What exactly has Vera done to promote such loyalty from you? The demon wandered closer to where she sat.

If you wish to keep your silence I can't say I fully understand. Maybe I should pay her a visit and ask her myself? The demon pondered out loud, hoping her response would lend some insight.

If its something you can not speak of, perhaps you should show me your gratitude in a way that prevents you from speaking and I may forget the matter for now. Otherwise, I think an explanation is more than fair. The demon had self restraint, and was willing to help, but she seemed almost desperate to keep her silence, and rather than force what was to come perhaps she would get some practice at using her new skills sooner rather than later.

“No! Don't do that!” There was an immediate response and a worried look in her eyes. She could speak freely to monsters about her attacks though this had nothing to do with them and she searched her mind for the best way to explain.

“Ver – Mistress … she was there when no one else was. All my life I was either ridiculed and thought to be insane, shunned by my peers, neglected by my folks … the only time I felt as if I were truly alive was with the praise of acknowledgment from teachers or, even though I despised them, doctors.

“She has treated me as if I exist … there are others now, mere associates though and to her that I owe my gratitude and allegiance. I have promised everything to her, everything in exchange. To be ignored deemed irrelevant all those years ...” she shuddered a little and shook her head.

“And with the first attacks it was bond to stat all over again if I was to brake my silence but I can't -”

She got out of her seat and knelt before him. She had promised herself not to beg, not for herself anyway. Her hand swept over his crotch slowly before unzipping and freeing him before seeing to his length, cupping it with a hand and spiraling it against him. Her though traced against the head of the shaft playing with the slit there.

Five sessions, she was aware but six, seven, eight, it did not matter if she could keep her Mistress safe.

The demon heard her explanation. To be shunned and to be ignored, the demon knew both well from his own people, as it was partially what drove his own mission to create the revolutionary fuel. The fact that Vera had been there when no one else had, especially in this place of all places. Perhaps he had Vera all wrong, or perhaps she was taking advantage of another poor soul, the same as every monster here was doing.

In the end though, Daphnee took hold of his innuendo by taking hold of him in her hand. The demon's cock responded almost instantly, beginning to harden to her soft touch. As she knelt before him his hand rested on her silky hair on the top of her head, while she licked the tip of his shaft. He could not contain the groan that escaped his lips as her tongue began licking the tip.

She had only her body to convince him with, indeed the five future sessions where already his though she wasn't above adding more too it if it would dissuade him. She wasn't even sure that he wished to see her Mistress but it didn't hut any to get that thought out of his mind if she could.

Perhaps if she were good enough … perhaps … bu all she could do was work that shaft as expertly as she could. She had the night's long of practice at Therion's hand and he was already letting loose a groan, a good sign as she quickened the pace taking him even deeper, her lips tight against him, her green eyes cast up as she took him in and would have drawn more of him in if not for the fact of her hand working against him o vigorously, the other going to his balls fondling them as she sucked against him, her tongue lashing against her quite suddenly and forcefully as she gobbled him up with a moan reverberating against that member ...

The demon's groan seemed to be the signal Daphnee needed to give the blow job her all. Her hands were magnificent. One stroked the base of his shaft while the other began caressing his balls. Friction and heat from her hands over his smooth skin were truly heavenly.

While the vixen's hands were lovely, her mouth was something out of a dream. Her soft wet lips took his length deeper and deeper until she was running into her own hand. Her tongue licked to bottom of his hard dick, the muscle striking that most sensitive spot just below its head. Then demon beyond fully harden could only groan at her wonderful skills.

Oh Daphnee, you are truly amaz.... the demon said, their green eyes locking, although he could only trail off to a contented groan as her moan vibrated around his shaft.

Grabbing her pigtails like silky handles, he enjoyed the beauty for all she was giving. Soon under her masterful administration he felt the telltale throb building and grasps her hair tightly holding her in place while his seed begins spurting his copious amount of seed into her delightful mouth. He knows has huge volume when he cums and releases his grip on her pigtail to let her pull off to avoid drowning if needed, content to let her swallow it all or to shoot on kneeling student.

His seed creates a mental link to Daphnee if she swallows any of it and contains some powerful aphrodisiacs, although nowhere near as potent as his slime. The link and heightened state of need would only last a couple hours, but he leaves it unspoken. No need for her to know all his capabilities.