There was some confusion it had seemed. On the one hand there was the fact that she had told the student to clean up but on another to come here. She figured that Kanoe had been confused by what was going on as she approached deciding on the later course of action.

She had not worked out yet that the drug rewarded obedience though the continued arousal hinted at that. Those heavy breasts bouncing slightly with each step as the witch neared causing Daphnee to rise. She did not wish for Kanoe to lord over her while she sat, height was a demonstration of power though her Mistress was of the sort that projected it even while seated there were few that could pull that off and Daphnee was not one of those sorts. She had been use to being ignored in her past at least and was still making that transition in being more visible.

“It is time we get started with the whole reason you came here in the first place Miss Shade.” Taking up a final cookie in one hand she ate it as she took her wrist in the other leading her to the couch in the living room. The bed was too much of a mess she had figured and she paused there, swallowed the last of her cookie then looked to the Kanoe.

“You were to show me your message technique. Shall I undress?” She let go of that wrist as she asked her question.

Daphnee was only an inch shorter than Kanoe as they stood there before each other. The Prefect was in her well kept uniform and sash while the witch was standing there in the nude. The witch had not eaten anything yet though Daphnee could just be having a snack before breakfast.

Get started? The reason she was here in the first place? Kanoe had trouble remembering why she came here as she was led by the wrist. "Umm... Right, the massage..." she repeated, "If it is full body then you will need to undress. But a couch is not a good spot to lay on. You need a more solid surface." The witch had forgotten her other questions as she had a new task presented to her. She was to show this Prefect what she knew about giving massages. The student did not seem aware that she was walking around Daphnee's room without any clothes on.

The bed was a mess and not up for anything of the sort though she considered for a moment. Green eyes flicked to the naked witch as she nodded as she spoke. It wasn't the best of conditions though she had wandered about her place getting out thicker blankets and laid them down setting a few cushions nearby from the couch just encase.

Fixing up a place on the floor after checking to see if this was adequate Daphnee then stripped folding each garment carefully before setting it down on the couch until she remained there in her undergarments.

There was the issue of Lenny too though first things first. She did not wish to confuse her further than she had and while the floor was perhaps not the best venue it was better than anything that they had at the moment.

“Alight, let's see what you got,” she patted her cheek before drawing her hand away from her. “All the way?” she inquired as if checking the fact of her current state of attire. At least for the moment it had seemed to her that the drug had subdued Kanoe so she was far less intimidating in this state. Given all those black marks she had been worried that she would have it tougher.

The drug helped a good deal too. Each step taken towards accomplishing a goal felt good. Even as she waited she was rewarded with steady hits of endorphins as long as she was complying or not actively resisting. As an area was set up these pleasures would hit, not as strong as if she were actively seeking to do this or that but a somewhat constant reminder of what was to come once they were started. This massage was likely to cut both ways, rewarding Kanoe the moment she got started with the task with those steady stronger hits of endorphins.

Daphnee did not know all the science of the drug, just what she had read and there had been plenty that she had forgotten about to and was reminded about or had discovered and had been reminded about what she read. Of course, there were new elements too and that was what she was keeping notes on too.

If it were necessary she would strip down all of the way getting into whatever position Kanoe instructed to start with.

The endorphins gave the witch a high and a general sense of feeling good. That only made the pleasure feel so much better as she continued to comply with given orders. This not only made the drug itself addicting but the very act of obeying another was a drug in itself. Kanoe had to obey to continue getting that next pleasured high.

Stripping down completely was not completely required but Kanoe recommended it.Once Daphnee stripped down to at least her panties, Kanoe would sit on the small of the woman's back and run her hands over the Prefect's shoulders. The witch took a deep breath, feeling her 'reward' ripple through her. Fingers knead into Daphnee's muscles, finding the knots and working them out one by one. The massage began as normal, focusing purely on relaxing the body and working out all the kinks and stress spots.

Fingers stroked along the woman's sides, grazing the sides of Daphnee's breasts and running along the armpits before getting started on the arms. She had to shift off the work the legs and feet. Heat flushed Kanoe's cheeks as her breathing grew deeper. Her sex was moistening and beginning to drip as the drug continued to train her to obey like a good little girl.

"Would... Would you like me to do your front?" she asked, cheeks flushed a little.

They were both women here and so she had no problem doing as recommended and stripping down completely. She had not gotten an overly sexual impression from Kanoe and while it was always a possibility that she was a lesbian Daphnee was not so much concerned about it, it wasn't in her face as it was with Stephanie and if it were there it was easier to ignore.

Laying down she used one of the cushions beneath her chin, green eyes falling closed as she felt those fingers move over her. That heated touch felt nice against her bare skin leaving lingering sensations as she felt herself being treated for the first time as those fingers moved over her.

She never had a message before, definitely not a full body one though she guessed that parts of her body may have been treated at times, she did not truly recall. While there were many that just wished to torment her there were a few that tormented her to experience bliss rather than pain and it was these that could have done so. She had always assumed that they were trying to humiliate her with the knowledge that her body enjoyed what was happening to it but when weighed against the usual torments there was no sense denying something that was so obvious. She tended to be truthful too, few had dealt with her prior to Shokushu after all and she did not have a wish to alienate those that had. This approach never worked to shame her though.

Hearing that breathing growing heavier she was kept aware that the drug was still working. Having some experience with it herself that was not so much of a surprise. The question came and she opened her green eyes.

“Yes,” she responded shifting onto her back and positioning that cushion better under her head. Her nipples were already semi hard from the brief contact to her breasts earlier and that over all “good” sensation she was feeling. “You look, bothered Miss Shade.” Catching sight of that blush and that flustered look it was hard not to address the obvious.

"Oh? No, I am fine," Kanoe replied, shaking her head. She could not admit that she was feeling good while doing all this. Daphnee was on her back. The Prefect was certainly attractive. The witch's eyes traced over the swell of those breasts and the curves of the woman's body. Massaging the front was certainly more sensual in nature. The student ran her hands over Daphnee's chest and down to her stomach. Fingers spread outwards, feeling Daphnee's smooth skin before sliding up and over those breasts. She squeezed softly as she began to massage both at once. Her palms lightly rubbed against the woman's semi erect nipples. The witch made no moves to push things further, simply massaging the tender orbs while pleasure filled her own body.

"Umm... Do you have any questions?" Kanoe asked, her massage nearly complete.

She nodded briefly in a sort bout of acknowledgment. She was well aware that the drug had to be still effecting Kanoe though now that she had brought attention to it it had seemed that the breathing was being controlled now. She had heard the occasional sound though she allowed matters to continue finding warmth in those hands that threat areas that she had not even considered holding much tension.

There was a lot of it seeing that this was her first time and while not a complete stranger to having a woman's hands and fingers on her it was not often that she had experienced this. It was a sharp contrast to the usual grasping and pawing, the sting of clothes being ripped and torn from her body that had happened so often in her first year that she was often seen with her “survival” pack that had a spare set of clothes packed away inside it.

It was while serving as a Prefect that she did not often tot the bag around with her unless working at a secluded or dangerous spot such as alone in the library.

Her nipples harden against the attention, though not coaxed in a sexual manner the touch was pleasant nevertheless and left her nerve endings tingling. But like all good things and end came to it and she was being asked a question. At first she did not answer straight away taking a deep breath then supplying a grin as she half sat up.

“No, no questions but it is my turn now to see if I got it right.” She would switch places with Kanoe beginning with the back and shoulders, sitting over her ass as she worked that touch all along as she attempted to mimic what she had just learned.

When doing the front she sat on her knees at her side. Those large breasts attracting the attention of her fingers as she rubbed and massaged them before creeping down her chest slowly making her way to her hips and lower still tracing her fingers to the upper thighs near the junction of them.

“Hm. It seems that we left out a spot,” she rubbed over her clit before looking to Kanoe. “Should I give this a try with what I've learned?”

NICE would no doubt be pleased with all the data. Daphnee certainly had no complaints about the results so far. Was this similar to how Vera's life went with her Prefects and servants? The purple haired student went from being ignored by all to having an intimidating student giving her a massage and never raising a word against her.

Kanoe obeyed and switched places. Hands helped relaxed the woman. The witch was very tense and no doubt had a lot of stress after years of being on this island. Now, the witch was feeling better with every stroke across her tender body. Each moment she spent laying there and allowing this to happen was rewarded with more pleasure. Kanoe's already sensitive form just made that much more intense. Daphnee felt the woman's breasts react immediately to her touch, firming and swelling with growing arousal. Darkened peaks topped those large disc shaped areolae while the student grew wetter by the second.

"Uhhnn..." It was getting harder and harder to think as Daphnee's fingers were impossible to ignore. Every stroke made her breasts melt around the Prefect's fingers. Kanoe's mind went blank as eyes fluttered. Then the devious woman sought her already erect pearl and proceeded to rub it as well. Her hips jolt as her toes curled immediately. "Ohhh! Oh Goddess!" she whimpered. She could not control herself, her thighs parting as hips rose and fell against that stroking digit.

Kanoe was quite responsive to this. Perhaps she was more in tune with herself and needs though Daphnee figured that it was a conditioned response to the denizens of the island. Either way she got to experience that growing arousal and could even pick up the strengthening aroma of her sex.

Whether or not Vera conducted her own research gathering her notes on this and that had not mattered. Daphnee pledged everything the the Head Girl and she meant it. Even though she had a couple of associates now that had not changed anything and if anything Daphnee tended to honest keeping to her agreements as best as she could.

It was the one with Therion that had cost her the most, served to isolate her from those that she knew would believe her. Oddly, there was Rosalie, who was attacked once with her but she could not even speak of the matter to her! Those were the terms, it was more a blanketed threat then an agreement on her part though. She had wondered if her own Mistress had been under such duress to an extent, she had not known and that was so long ago any way that it now did not matter since she could no longer speak of such things.

She may not have seen Therion around for a bit but had always felt him lurking there, waiting, or perhaps she was being paranoid. But none of that mattered now as she saw Kanoe wordlessly answer her. Those thighs opening further for her, those hips lifting as she rubbed and stroked.

“Wait for a moment,” she told her before going to the bedroom. She wasn't long and returned with a shoe box that she had kept some of Karen's things in. She had taken them by accident in the move and since the two hated each other with a passion Karen had not asked for them back, either she did not use the toys too often or wrote them off as the price of getting rid of the Prefect, Daphnee could not say as she returned kneeling at that hip she opened the box taking out a dildo.

Sucking on the end a little she brought the other hand down to rub against that clit briefly before opening up that flower, the tip of that toy rubbing against her, up and down then it pushed inch by inch inside her until a healthy portion of it was within her. Slowly the toy extracted from her pushing back inside her with greater urgency, then greater still as the tempo increased.

“How's that feel, Miss shade?”

Kanoe was not moving beyond stirring on the floor. Daphnee left briefly only to return with dildo in hand. The Prefect was not going to let this opportunity go to waste.

"Auuughh!" The dildo slid right in, plunging deep into her drooling depths. "Ahhh..." It slid out. "Ohhnnn!" It slid in. Over and over, Daphnee pumped it inside the writhing witch. Kanoe's eyes rolled back as she could already feel the fluttering in her belly melting away into that familiar molten heat. "G... Uhhnnn... G-Good... It feels gooood!" Kanoe whimpered, her thighs parted as her hips jolt with each thrust into her aroused form. Kanoe could not muster the will to stop this woman. Why wasn't she resisting? Why was she just letting this all happen? The questions left her mind the moment the dildo sawed across her g-spot, leaving her blank as toes curled and heels kicked and dragged along the carpet floor.

She got an answer though it was as she expected. Still she smirked and flicked her eyes to the box to determine what else she had in there to play with. Clearly not all the toys she had access to in one of the basement rooms but there were a few things in there and Daphnee managed to grab a few things from her room that she could improvise with.

Using her fingers she rubbed a little more as that dildo curled against those moist inner walls as it drove into her. Noting that cherished spot within her Daphnee was sure to hit it more than once as she retracted the hand from her aroused clit only to have a finger circle against one of her nipples.

With both hands occupied she leaned forward licking around and then over that aroused clit just a few times before drawing away. That drug messing with Kanoe's mind though another command had been issued to the witch, especially now that she was touching upon those cherished spots within those depths with greater frequency.

“Don't cum. Not yet,” and that was were the dual nature of the drug had gone into overdrive. It was a contradiction, for the more she had tried to resist and obey, the greater her reward though the greater the reward the closer she grew. One contradicted the other in a fashion though Daphnee was only interested in noting the effects. There was a small part of her that was looking forward to seeing Kanoe struggle with this one. She was not so cruel that she imposed a penalty for cumming ahead of time, expecting that an orgasm would ripple over the witch at any moment, even should she stop. It appeared that the drug rewarded compliance and was vastly improved from what she had been use to.

Had the witch endured this sensation after a few minutes Daphnee leaned down to her whispering in her ear. “Not yet … wait for it … wait … OK, you may ...”

Daphnee showed her proficiency in using sex toys, having had to use them on herself and others in the past. With the drug aiding her, the lewd slurp of churning juices soon filled the air. Kanoe moaned desperately as fingers clawed the floor. She was so close. Just a little more... Just a little...

~Don't cum~

"Oohhhhnnn... Please... Please don't!" she begged but she found herself complying anyway. Her body tensed, trembling as she tried to hold back the searing volcano bubbling within her loins. Kanoe obeyed which rewarded her with pleasure which forced her to work harder to obey which led to more pleasure in a vicious never ending cycle of erotic agony. Daphnee continued to thrust into her, making it nearly impossible to obey. She teased the witch with whispered words, waiting until Kanoe reached her absolute limit before giving permission.

"Aiiiiiiieeeeee!" Her screams echoed off the walls as all those tense muscles now relaxed and allowed the flood gates to open. She came around the thrusting dildo with each stroke. Her body convulsed in utter rapture as Kanoe's mind melted away into nothing. Eyes fluttered and rolled back in her head. Seems she broke again, the woman exhausted and drained and it was only breakfast.

She was letting that control get to her a little. No wonder why her Mistress found this so intoxicating! Having this degree of power over another was great after all and gave her a rush of excitement as she learned what she could about this drug and categorized the effects as best as possible.

Daphnee still remained some what detached though bestowing this treatment and attention upon Kanoe since it was important to measure the effects of that drug though she had to wonder if she would be on the receiving end of it herself one day.

As she granted that permission she allowed Kanoe to cum, collapsing over the toy that had been thrust inside her as she rubbed and twisted it inside the witch. Biting down loosely on her earlobe she nibbled briefly before tucking her tongue behind it.

The throes of bliss reached, Daphnee slowed the thrusts of that toy as she cooed into her ear at the same time.

“Oh, yeah, that's it ...” Noting that the drug was indeed stronger then expected she left the dildo lodged inside the witch after she had passed out. Looking to that box of toys that had gone unused, at least for now, she had mad a note to herself that future studies of the drug would allow her a more creative outlet.

She would bring up Lenny when Kanoe was more coherent but a deal was a deal, one black mark erased for the lesson of the massage that she could put to good use later on at some point she hoped. Naturally like her cooking she would like to practice it a bit more.

Placing the box away after noting the time she let the witch sleep there on the floor after briefly moving that dildo and bestowing another thrust upon her. To watch the unconscious results.

Before she would start her shift tonight she would relay her findings and thus left a note leaving it on the floor telling Kanoe to clean up, shower if she liked and change the bed sheets. There was also a note that she would check in with her in a number of days with the required information about Lenny though whether or not she remembered anything about the doll was another matter to determine.

"Ohhhnnn..." Kanoe groaned as the dildo plowed into her a final time while she was unconscious. But she did not wake even as her body trembled there on the floor. By the time the witch came to, Daphnee was gone and her orders came in the form of a note. She stared at it for a bit before rising to her feet and heading to the shower. The pleasing rewards of obeying was addicting. It tempted Kanoe to do what she was told if only to make herself feel better. She hated herself for being dragged to these sessions but no longer voiced any complaints or tried to resist them.

Just showering felt so good as pleasure filled her body. By the time she was out, her body was glowing as she changed the bed sheets. Kanoe then changed and headed to her room for the night. She could not help but feel strange as she thought about Daphnee and her new orders.

The next day, she decided to head to Karin's room after her classes. There, she may get information about the missing dummy. Again, she felt the pleasing reward, making her think that she was making the right choices in how to handle this. The witch knocked and waited patiently for the student to answer or not be home. If she was not home, breaking in may be an option. Just a moment to look around and see if the dummy was in there.

While Daphnee had gone on to report her findings and deal with her other Prefect duties this left Kanoe free to take matters into her own hands. The new improvements to the drug made obeying more pleasurable and even acting in a form that one could approve sent with it a rush of excitement, an eagerness to please which the Prefect had yet to discover.

Things had kept her longer then expected and by the time she managed to get back Kanoe had been gone and she was a bit exhausted herself from her work knowing she had little time to catch up on sleep she did so. This decision brought Kanoe to her old dorm to see Karen.

It was a simple matter locating Karen, she was slightly older than Daphnee and pretty popular. She was a German-American too though having lived in Germany for a time she had a thicker accent, were Daphnee would be determined to have an American accent by German speakers but not one to non Germans the reverse was the case for Karen.

“Ich komme! Ich komme!”

The door was open, obviously Karen was expecting someone else. She had long black hair, braided and slung over her left shoulder and stood about as tall as she did. Her dress had been casual, overalls with dirt stains. A basket with various tools sat on a small table and also had a few things, packets of seeds and pots, perhaps she was preparing to go to the green house or just getting back.

“Who are you?”