Slimer was impressed. He had even managed to removed her coat without her breaking concentration. She had done so well in the four days of training, well three and a half if he discounted there half a day screwing each others brains out, but that was a day that would always be hard to discount and simply impossible to forget.

Returning to the candle holders, he picks up one candle in each hand. Now her test of accomplishment would truly begin. He returns to her desk, and at first simply holds the candle in front of her face looking for any sign of reaction to the light that would indicate her knot untying halts. Seeing nothing he steps to her side.

Not intending any lasting harm, while still wanting something extreme, he settled on candles for her first test. The demon takes the first candle and begins to drip a tiny stream of melted hot wax on her exposed taut stomach. He knew from previous experience the wax cooled rapidly enough not to burn, but the initial heat was amazing as it dripped and cooled in focusing sensation upon it. As it dripped he waited for her reaction...

There was one of course. While she could tune out surrounding noise and minor amounts of light contact such as this got a response, a grimace, bu her eyes did not open. The existing knot dissolved and she had o begin anew.

Another drop dissolved he next knot she formed and I seemed that each time she generated a new knot it was stolen away by the onset of that brief pain until she had eased into the routine, thinking about a knot quicker she delved into solving it before the wax hit and when I had her focus was so intense that she did not feel the droplet of wax. How much time it took her was irrelevant, time did not exist her just darkness, breathing and knots.

The demon began the test knowing the challenge would be difficult. Maintaining focus through audible or visual distractions were challenging, but when ones pain became the challenge, the body fought hard to be noticed. As the wax dripped over her stomach, she began grimacing and the demon knew she was struggling. Giving her time to refocus, he continued repeating the test, until a few hours later he dripped another blob of molten wax and nothing.

Nothing was true victory. Daphnee had managed to maintain focus and the demon smiled as she had achieved victory. The demon followed up with a few more drops, and throughout Daphnee maintained composure.

Congratulations Daphnee, you have succeeded! The demon smiled enthusiastically. Unsure whether she would respond or not, the demon went about his preparations for the next test and the beginning of his fun for the evening. First, he placed the candles back on the desk extinguishing them with licked finger tips.

Now, we see how far along you truly have made it. Pain can be a huge distraction from focus and mental fortitude, the demon said, wondering how deep she truly was and whether he was wasting his breath. After a few moments the demon decided it truly didn't matter.

Pleasure my lovely, can be as equally distracting if not more. The demon smiled as he retrieved the egg shaped vibrator and returned to the desk. He watched her composed features, as lovely as ever, and began the next test.

He flipped a switch on the controller attached via a thin wire and the toy buzzed to life. Palming the device he went behind her chair and leaned around her pale body. The buzzing palm went down in front of her and pressed between her thighs. The vibrator was shoved into contact with her womanhood, separated by only her jeans...

She nearly peaked open an eye when she heard that she succeeded though the session was not over and she did not know what was sill in store for her. She had been roused back enough to hear the comments about pain and tried to submerge herself in knots again though she stumble over them a little before getting back on track. Pleasure? What did he mea -

A small gasp as she felt the vibrations course through her pants, through her body she shuddered feeling the device keenly hearing it.

Vera employed similar vibrators on her in the past and she had a fairly good idea as to what it was. She shuddered and tried to refocus her effort … OK, darkness, breathing, knots, VIBRATORS!

She squirmed a little in her seat beginning again as her breathing increased. Eventually though she falls into it unless he added something else to the mix though she was having a harder time of it then she had with the hot wax.

The demons hot breath tickles her pale neck and he keeps the vibrating palm in place. Her reaction as she jerks is expected, although he is thoroughly surprised when she manages to reattain her focus. Whispering softly, I was gonna end the test here as you have done amazing, but I plan on cheating, so if you wish to continue practicing feel free to...

His hot breath turns to kisses along her slender neck. He works his way up to her ear lobe, which he takes gently in his lips and nibbles gently. His non-vibrating hand slips over her stomach and up under the black t-shirt. His clawed hand suddenly grips her breast squeezing gently and massaging the orb. Playfully he pinches her nipple gently between his fingers and rubs, before returning to and open palmed massage.

In and out of focus she makes out his comment about cheating … all she can think of is the application of aphrodisiac, that certainly would do it, there was no way that she could hope to stand up against that keenly remembering the effects from last time.

She tries not to worry about that, tries remembering that imagined fear had a bigger impact … she's just starting to get things under control when kisses join the warm breath, a hand moving beneath her top, over a breast.

Oh, yeah, that was tough to ignore. Her nipples hardened at the memory, at that touch. She let out a soft moan … she tried in vain to keep it together though this went beyond the sting of hot wax.

“OK, OK, you win!” Her green eyes snap open after another few minutes it was jut too much for her to ignore though she had not tied drawing his hand away. These were his sessions to do with as he pleased after all and the fact that he had been holding off for he most part was a testament to that since he could have demanded seven marathon sessions from her instead.

The demons hand continued caressing her soft flesh while holding the vibrating egg in place. Looking up at the clock in was 3 in the morning when he heard her submit. You did admirably for a first attempt with my interference. I do hope that by the time we complete our sessions, your control will be something you can be proud of as I am. The demon places the vibrating egg on the desk, where the buzzing and shimmying device bounces along the surface, just to free his hands. He uses his freed hands to unzip and unbutton her jeans. Grabbing the wildly shimmying object, he slides it into her underwear, trapped by the fabric against her sensitive pearl and opening between her lower lips.

I will not take offense should you attempt to practice while I cheat some more. If you wish to give up practice for the evening, I would also understand, the demon says with a cruel laugh.

Slipping his hands under her shirt he begins returning his attention to not just one, but both her lovely breasts. His mouth returning to her lovely neck, kissing and flickering small licks as he goes.

“UH ...” The vibrator made contact with her heated skin and green eyes flickered to the clock then over her shoulder a him, his warm hands slipping over her. “P-Practice is d-done ...” she wasn't going to be able to concentrate with all this stimulation, not just yet. Maybe one thing at a time, maybe even two, but lips, hands and vibrator at once was asking for too much at this stage although she had come around nicely so far.

“W-Wouldn't you p-prefer s-someone m-more responsive?” As soon as she said it she realized that her situation was not the norm that it was likely other girls were restrained or blissed out on the aphrodisiac … by remaining responsive she had hoped that he would realize he didn't need to drug her though dealing with him on a carnal level was difficult knowing that any time he could simply drug her, accidentally or on purpose.

Responsive is certainly more amazing. In the scheme of things though, do you run towards us visitors or away? I believe I've heard many of your fellow students whisper about us as "monsters" placing extra emphasis on the final word.

While I seek to do no harm to students, but seek to give but myself and my partners pleasure, there is an argument made for the mental trauma you ladies are capable of suffering, denying pleasure from yourselves. Fighting against hormones, the nature of being the female of your species, almost all resist.

The demon continues manipulating her soft mounds with his hands, stroking and caressing while the round vibrator continues unimpeded down below.

The choice in having a responsive partner you see can be as limited as you ladies have in choosing when or if to become our partners. Typically I have to rely on my chemicals to procure partners, that leave them unable to injure either myself or themselves, the demon said using the twisted logic of those who hunted prey on the island.

As you have experienced yourself, there can be many benefits to my abilities. Passion, a heightened sense of touch giving your the capabilities to feel pleasure unimaginable, and finally relaxation.

“In the beginning I d-did a lot of r-running w-when I could ...” Those hands felt so good. She traced a hand against he collar. “T-Therion enspelled this so I cannot r-run m-much … if it c-chimes I am to submit to w-whatever is there a-and hiding is t-tough with it g-going o-off randomly it seems.

“I cannot t-take it off and m-my fellow s-students can't hear or see it.” She had managed to get it off in the past though within a week it was always back around her neck.

“A-Avoid if I c-can.. submit o-otherwise when it is clear I can't escape. T-The collar l-let's me try to hide for a l-little while some times.” Therion playing games she imagined.

She sighed and shook her head. Most times she didn't get a chance to run. Most times she was restrained and well …

“I o-only r-run if I think t-that I'm g-going to b-be h-hurt,” or it was obvious that escape wasn't possible she would halt. Fear was a good motivator and she had been hurt enough times where she would willingly accept a gentler approach. She still did not like her position in all this but realized her place and held on to her dream of escaping one day, a dream that was becoming less and less likely but one that would shatter her if she gave up on it as it was perhaps the only thing keeping it all together for her.

There was the “distraction” for hours afterward that tended to eat into a fairly busy schedule. This week she had to do a lot of shuffling around, getting earlier duties for the most part and still find a way to get to her school work too. Her Mistress ad indoctrinated her in a few unique sessions were she had lacked sleep so she did not require too much of it to get by and there was always energy drinks to get her through difficult times.

The vibrations and touch continued though and she squirmed a little. “I …. AH … I would b-be w-willing i-if you d-don't AH h-hurt ME!”

The demon nodded as he listened. Honestly, my goal is not to hurt you Daphnee. My goal is to reach sexual bliss for myself and hopefully you enjoy the ride as well. I'm not sure my chemicals are considered painful, maybe the need it fills you with could be considered an ache.

The demon stops fondling her glorious chest, but only long enough to grasp her t-shirt and slide it up over her head and arms. The demon unclasps her bra, freeing her beautiful breasts to the air conditioned coolness of the room. Once the purple haired vixen is topless he resumes fondling her delicious chest.

Honestly, I have enjoyed meeting you, getting to know you, teaching you, and fucking you. We made a bargain and I do hope you continue to honor it and we keep it mutually beneficial. If you wish to simply have me use you for my pleasures, we can certainly have that happen, even though I would be saddened. Never mistake my kindness for weakness though.

She helps with the removal of her shirt the lavender bra tossed aside to join it. Her nipples are already tiny hard pebbles before being exposed to the air conditioned room more directly, that coolness working against her.

It is joined by the warmth of his hands against her and she closes her eyes briefly as she lets out a moan. She hear what he has to say about the chemicals, about pleasure processing his words.

“I d-don't welch on m-my bargains. E-Even if … even if I d-don't l-like the result,” it would just make her more cagey the next time around, if there was a next time. She thought the matter over in her head as to what she wanted more.

“Pleasure now … I-I with t-to continue w-with f-further lessons.” It was a bit refreshing and surprising seeing that each encounter did not end in sex and could. She never knew what to expect and while she had been a little concerned at the implements he showed her she did not think that he had intended to truly hurt her unless he was patiently saving that, savoring that … he wasn't human and was tougher to read since she could not draw upon what was familiar to her.

“B-But you a-already c-can see me whenever -” she paused, she had told him when he had the urge to visit her Mistress. She had never placed any sort of value on herself she realized. “Or … or w-when you wish to s-see me.” Hopefully it would not interfere with her duties too much but on another note he had reasoned when she was with one of the “guests” others left her alone o it was of a mutual benefit. She could be avoiding tortures and he would, hopefully, get his own pleasure from it as well.

The demon was content with her decision to participate freely for the moment rather than be forced, although it sounded as if her decision was based purely on whether he was still beneficial to her. Smiling, he knew based on her previous decisions and actions, that the island had taken her a long way from where she started.

Standing straight and walking around her, he moves the desk lifting it as if it were a feather and stands before her naked, and reaches down lifting her chin to look into her eyes. A little curious, he asks, What type of pain do you think I desire to bring to you? Are you worried about something in particular? Was it the implements I brought the other day? If you are worried about the handcuffs, lets just say I have no need of outside implements to restrain if needed. As for the the clamps, the purpose they served was one which you triumphantly overcame, simply a worrisome distraction, honestly you future lessons do not include their use. Are you worried about your final few lessons or my visits to you instead of your mistress? What is the source of your fear?

She lets her green eyes wash over him and she shakes her head a little at his words.

“No, I had nothing in mind. Just pain in general … I've been through some wild stuff, some intense stuff … restraints, I-I am afraid of them or rather what they u-usual entail. I think I associate them with the onset of pain. M-My Mistress was attempting to brake m-me out of it and I've gotten to the point where I'm n-not dreading t-the worse with her.”

She paused as if thinking over how to phrase her answer. “I'm concerned that it's a possibility … that you have free reign to do as you wish, though you always have. I, I don't t-think you would but I can't r-rule it out until they are all f-finished.”

Daphnee did not wish to insult him. It was true as far as venturing into the unknown. He did not seem sadistic, namely she doubted that he would have waited this long but she would remain uncertain until looking back at the matter.

The fear of what is to come can be worse than what does come. Your uncertainty and imagination will always be worse than what happens. You can't live afraid of what will come, or you miss out on the chance to live for right now.

The demon kept her chin caressed in his large palm and stroked her cheek reassuringly. I can promise you I won't ever use restraints on you if that makes you feel better? My enhancements may affect you though, and to be honest you will probably enjoy the affects in the long run. But no more handcuffs, no ropes, no chains, and I won't even hold you down with tentacles if that will set you at ease. The demon says looking into her eyes.