“About a dozen. I would have to count them up but I think it's at least six off the top of my head. There's the minor stuff, but that's easier to correct. The big things like destroying stuff, not so easy to correct.” She would check the next time she had been with the records but had made a personal note, a number of offenses that she had written down though she had no way of knowing how many of them where big or not, she just wrote down the number of total infractions.

Out of curiosity she took a look at that and made a note to tell the witch the exact figure when she looked. Minor things could be dealt with working at the school shop, assisting a professor setting up labs or retrieving certain books off library shelves for scheduled rebinding.

Kanoe had been unexpected today though she had done excellent work without her direction, well it had been brought up so she surmised it was implied and Kanoe responded to that “suggestion”. Perhaps she would toy around with this and see just how effective things had been.

After about five minutes or so Daphnee entered the bedroom. She had noted that Kanoe was was still dressed and did not simply jump to conclusions as far as the reward went. That was good, too.

“Undress,” she waited until Kanoe did so then rounded her body like a circling shark. Occasional she reached out to skim her fingers against those large breasts or her rump before stopping after a short while. “Lay down.”

Simple enough commands thus far, each rewarded perhaps not as strongly as the day before though the reward still felt good like a lover's fingers brushing through her hair.

When she did so Daphnee went to the closet. After her first night she had tossed out all her bondage toys though managed to collect a few simply ones again. Her Mistress was bringing her back around to the pleasant side of things and so she had experimented here and there.

Most notably it was Slimer's teaching, he teaching her to meditate by focusing on knots to enter trances that had her looking up different knots and ties in the library though she was quite the ways off of doing anything fancy she managed to bind herself in a simple matter.

Rope by itself had not been too unusual though she went to work tying the witch to the bed, restraining her ankles and wrists before rubbing one of those breasts. “I don't have all the things at the basement obviously and most that I do have are not mine.”

She went to her dresser, opened the top draw and proceeded to do something pouring powder out of a packet to one of the hollow ball gags before snapping the two pieces into place and returning to Kanoe, fingers over the holes in the ball so the powder would not slip out.

“This will make you feel good.” She set that gag into place on the restrained witch. “Hm, shall I check that exact number now?” She gazed at the witch for a simple reaction though she had no plans on leaving just yet.

The command to undress sent a jolt through Kanoe's body. This was not any different from before but her body seemed to move on its own. Fingers undid her blouse and unclipped her bra. Every button undone and every article of clothing removed sent pleasure through her body. It had only been over a day since her last dosage of the drug but the effects seemed to linger for a duration.

"Uhhnnn..." Her breasts and ass were stroked, sending shivers up and down her spine. She had no time to react before another command was given. She was dripping wet by the time she layed down. Her eyes widen at the sight of the ball gag being filled with something. "What are you doing?" The witch asked, concerned about what she was about to be fed. Was this going to be another mark removed? Soon, the gag was in her mouth, silencing any further protests or questions. Even sooner, those questions seemed to melt away in the warm haze that washed over her thoughts.

Just one inhale was all it took to bring Kanoe's resistance down. Daphnee certainly did not lie. This felt so good. Kanoe could not help but feel afraid as each huff brought her such wonderful sensations. Her body ached all over. She felt so hot. Her insides quaked with desire. Her body itched in all her most tender of places. "Mph.." she could not respond to the question. What number was she talking about again? Her head shook side to side, unable to remember what the student asked about before. The unfiltered dose saturated her lungs and sent waves of erotic agony throughout her being.

“Medicine,” she answered the question though this had been nothing of the sort it did make one feel good and Kanoe got the gist of it as soon as she began to inhale the substance again. It was like an old friend she was meeting after a time, good to see them again and learn what they had been up to though in this case it had not been so long that meeting was just as welcome.

Secured to the bed with the gag in place Daphnee reached down to squeeze a breast, certainly an easy target finding much attention from the guests of the island. She supposed this was a resort of some such with all the extraterrestrial visitors coming for a bit of fun. It was rare that she found one that engaged in conversation, rarer still that it was outside of sex or just prior to it as the set up for sex.

Ania and Slimer where the only two she remembered off hand and there were other reasons behind it that she was sure she would discover in time, or at least it would not surprise her to make such a discovery. But none of that had been important as she had a handful of tit flesh.

Certainly she was going to have back problems in the future if she didn't get a reduction but Kanoe was young and free of such aches and pains as far as the Prefect was aware. After a brief squeeze she straddled the witch, her skirt riding up as she did so. Her hands slowly flowed down her neck, then to her shoulders where they massaged them with a bit of force before she began to slide her hands down one bound arm, then the other.

“Was it like this?” An incomplete statement though she obviously referred back to the massage lesson the day before. She had not really been expecting an answer uncertain whether or not the drug would allow her to think back on the matter of a night ago or get captured in this moment.

Her hands drifted down to those full breasts playing with them as she worked, her palms coming in contact with those nipples. She leaned down while doing this to the bound witch comparing her responses (or lack thereof). Was it related to thinking back over the long term and short term? Was there any real differences?

While asking about the massage was long term she shifted gears to focus in on the short term. “Would you like something in you Miss Shade?”

"Mmmph!" Heat seared the witch's lungs as fingers squeezed her luscious globe. Daphnee could feel the student's pulse racing beneath her groping hands. Kanoe groaned with every squeeze, toes curling as juices leaked out of her inflamed netherlips. Every stroke left her inhaling more of the evil drug, sapping her will to fight and resist. Daphnee sat on top as hands mauled her hypersensitive tits. Eyes fluttered as her attention was fully on both sets of those squeezing fingers.

"Uhhnn... Uhhhnnn..." Arms and legs tugged weakly at her bonds. The only source of stimulation was the Prefect staring down at her. The heated flesh flowed around the woman's fingers, molding them like clay. Despite her growing need, Kanoe's senses were not entirely demolished yet. She resisted the urge to beg, shaking her head weakly from side to side. She did not want to be raped again. She just wanted satisfaction and those black marks gone. How long she will remember those black marks remained to be seen though.

The gag prevented any complex answer though the shaking of her head had implied that the witch was still coherent at least enough to focus on the short term. Well that was something she would have to record for later. Her skirt had ridden up and was feeling a bit uncomfortable in this position so she climbed off, fixed her skirt and let a hand smoothly flow against Kanoe's side.

“No?” She smile at this. “Very well.”

Moving back to her draw she got out a purple dildo that she set on a nightstand nearby. Her eyes flicked to it then back at the witch. “In the event you change your mind.”

Naturally restrained as she was she couldn't use it and being currently gagged made asking for it difficult, impossible with words after all. But Daphnee either ignored that or didn't care about that. A hand reached down rubbing at her sex, toying with the labia though she breezed over the slit she had not entered her allowing Kanoe to fully feel what was happening to her.

Her second hand joined in on the fun, finding and applying pressure to that clit. She rubbed over it with a finger and had worked for minutes without saying a thing. This allowed the aphrodisiac to build up a little as she silently worked, caressed and teased her.

Then after some time she looked back to the witch. “You can just nod or shake your head. Do you like men” She noted the answer before moving on to her next question. “Women?”

Every touch left a tingly after-sensation. Her body tensed initial with new moment of contact only to tremble and relax as the tension was massaged away. Daphnee wasted no time though as fingers drift down to tease Kanoe's sex. Fingertips traced her netherlips over and over. The Prefect teased her until the lips parted on their own, drooling with love nectar. The woman teased until Kanoe's eyes were fluttering and rolling back in her head. Then the evil woman teased some more.

Hips jolt as electric bliss shot through her clitoris. It was easily goaded from hiding by Daphnee's practiced touch. It stood at full attention, throbbing with hot blood as each stroke left it twitching like a tiny cock. Drool escaped the corners of Kanoe's gagged lips, inhaling more and more of the vile drug.

She slowly shook her head on the question about men but nodded when asked about women. Her hips rocked forward, trying to get more of Daphnee's irresistible touch.

The bulk of her experience with women had been the female monsters that frequented the island or those occasions when she herself had been drugged. She had gotten quite good at it though most of the female monsters were hermaphrodites in the simplest fashion of the word.

She did get to play a little though and learn as she went throughout her time here. She teased and played with that clit though watching Kanoe's sex awaken to her manipulations. She felt the warmth of that clit beneath her fingers and further continued to tease after that answer was supplied.

An index finger coursed over that sex without penetrating her. “I have little experience in such realms.” Daphnee was speaking more or less to herself before bringing her eyes back to the dildo and then to Kanoe before moving to the foot of the bed where she had easier access.

Adjusting her skirt so that it was more comfortable she glanced back to the witch. “Perhaps now you have changed your mind?” Exerting a little pressure with her finger she still had not penetrated her with it yet though she had not eased up with that clit going back to rubbing it as her green eyes looked back up for any hint of an answer before she would proceed on without stopping for much longer than was necessary.

"Mph! Mph! Mph!" Her hips jolt violently as her clitoris twitched beneath Daphnee's stroking digits. Her sex was hot and dripping an endless river of her lustful desires. Kanoe's hips rose and fell, grinding against the Prefect's hand. The student's mind was mush much faster than before. She had inhaled multiple doses of the drug and it had already taken over as the witch's mind continued to fade away.

Her hips rocked and bucked harder. The rubbing alone was enough to bring her over the edge, her body shuddering as the orgasm threatened to sear away at Kanoe's very soul. She did not care how Daphnee did it. The student needed to cum and she needed to right this instant.

She noted how Kanoe was pressing into her hand as she continued to tease her with her hand. A grin spread across her lips as she looked up at the bound witch who looked to be in the throes of passion. At least, it did not look as if she cared or had been about thinking to clearly.

Daphnee had been there herself and knew that feeling. Coherent thought drifted in and out and while her endurance was quite remarkable she herself could only maintain a coherent understanding of what was going on for so long before being consumed by bliss.

Even so she moved her hands tracing wet fingers against the insides of her thighs on on each. Oh, not yet, she wasn't going to allow her to cum just yet but she was going to make this feel good. Like having to be and holding it for a long time. It felt good to finally let that out and it would be no different for this orgasm that she delayed.

“I rarely do this,” she stated at last as her finger tips danced against those thighs. She then knelt down, leaning forward to let her warm breath easy over that clit as she continued to tease her. She paused then and then flicked out with her tongue caressing that jewel lightly before drawing back.

Green eyes flicked up to Kanoe then she eased forward again letting that tongue swirl around her labia then her clit again. She alternated between the two, even drew her tongue along that sweet slit a few times as she teased drawing this out a bit longer.

She could taste her essence, a preview of what the chalice held. Clearly it was a different taste than the nectar gathered from her breast and while she teased noting each reaction she did so until Kanoe seemed restless. Her tongue pressed inside her just the barest inch lapping at those walls.

Then a little more as she ventured a little deeper after flicking her eyes back up at Kanoe taking account of her status before drawing in and out of her with greater speed now, regardless of that state of being.

Despite it being a rarity, Daphnee may as well been a pro as she began eating out the helpless witch. Kanoe's hips jolt violently as the tongue enter her. All the teasing left her whimpering as more of the drug flooded her lungs. The student was at her limit and now Daphnee was slurping away as the warm tongue lashed inside her.

Her hips rose up, grinding against the other woman's face. Toes curled as legs stained against her bonds. Her entire body was tensed up as every ounce of her being was devoted to this very moment of utter rapture. The witch's sexual fluids gushed out in an explosive orgasm, soaking the Prefect's face and lips and musky juices. Daphnee's efforts did not go unrewarded as persistence and the drug pushed the student into a second and third orgasm in quick successions. Kanoe's eyes were wet with tears as they fluttered and became glassy. Her will had shattered just like before, the drug making her succumb faster with each and every session.

When Kanoe's orgasms died down, her body glistened with sweat. She did not move beyond the faint shuddering rise and fall of her chest. Her arms and legs were numb, completely disconnected from the rest of her body as she took slow breaths through the drug filled gag.

She had learned much since that one time she got to feast on her Mistress. It had been Ania, mostly, that her experience now came and Vera had not had her go down on her after she had learned these things. Ania, like plenty of the monsters here had great stamina so she had plenty of practice each time and it was fairly often these days that she encountered her. Some of the easier sessions she had on the island though had the same time she was often pushed to her limits to.
c completely exhausted when she did she stood back up and glanced down at that sweaty body.

“My, my, you made a mess of the bed again.”

She realized that she was speaking to herself again, more or less, and eyed the dildo again, considered it though figured that the witch was out of it by this stage. She then went to the bathroom to clean herself up. When she returned she removed the gag and the restraints being careful not to wake the witch though it did not matter if she woke or not at this stage.

Daphnee had some impromptu fun and got to learn a little more about that drug.

If Kanoe woke she would give her her next set of instructions. Rest, and later clean herself up, dress and change the sheets. If she had not she left a note using the dildo as a paper weight of sorts instructing her of the same and noting that the next time she sought her out she would have the total black marks.

But a Prefects work was never done and while she was here briefly she was already behind schedule and would have to shift things around. So much for making time this week to practice her craft of ventriloquism but duty came first ...

A weak groan escaped the witch as the gag finally left her lips. Sleep took over quickly and the drugged student would wake to hear further orders from Daphnee. Kanoe moaned, her body aching from how much she came the day before. She rested and washed herself in the Prefect's shower before getting dressed in her uniform and changing the sheets.

Kanoe would take her leave and would return at the next meeting time. Until then, her life mostly as normal. The drug promoted obedience and she found it hard not to obey the teachers that spoke to her. Even students sounded so convincing though none were really aware of Kanoe's new vulnerabilities and most would never approach the witch in the first place.

Right on schedule, the witch returned to Daphnee's room. There, she knocked at the door and waited. Supposedly, she would get answers to questions she asked many times so far. The witch could only assume that Daphnee was busy cleaning and repairing the doll that was found or correcting the student that caused such heart ache. But, none of that concerned the raven haired student. She just wanted this debt repaid in full.

(My apologies, I had thought I had posted to this last week, been a bit ill so I've only got back on to check today and noticed no new notice so so I looked back)



The door was opened since it was one of those security doors that automatically locked when closed. “Ah, Miss Shade. Come in.” She glanced to her wrist watch that sat over one of her black leather wrist guards. Opening the door wider so that the witch could enter she closed it behind Kanoe who could see a bowl of dirty water on the table with tubes of paint scattered about one of which had a paint brush inserted into it.

The doll that she saw a few days back was here although there were different clothes for it though the doll was presently naked with the new clothes nearby. It seemed that Daphnee was doing a great deal of work restoring that doll. It had been repeatedly washed, new clothes and now a new paint job.

“You can begin by cleaning this up. And to answer your earlier question there are (the number of times she destroyed school property) black marks left. Paints go on the top shelf in my supply closet there.”

She pointed to a closet. “When done with that go change out of your uniform least it get dirty … I didn't know your exact size if it's changed any from what is on record for you so I had to wing it a bit. You may dress in my bedroom. Once all that is done you can find me in the living room.”

Laid out of the bed was an outfit, a French maid one only giving a hint of what was in store for her today.

((No worries! *tacklehugs* Welcome back!))

Daphnee was there as always and the witch was invited in. The Prefect was in the middle of restoring the now rescued doll, leaving Kanoe with the duty of cleaning the supplies. She obediently obeyed, putting the paints where they belong and dumping the dirty water in the sink.

Kanoe's heart sank upon hearing the number. This was going to take forever. How much more of this could she really take? The witch was ordered to change so she headed for the bedroom only to find a maid outfit waiting for her. Heat rose in her cheeks. What was Daphnee thinking?! But, this was not much worse than being ordered to strip and allow horrible things to happen to her. Sighing, Kanoe's thoughts felt fuzzy at best as she began to change out of her uniform and into this French maid attire. It was tight fitting, pushing up her impressive bust and sports a rather short skirt.

Heat rose in her cheeks as she returned to the living area. "Must I wear this? I... I can just wear my uniform like before..." Even her complaints sounded weak. Kanoe should be voicing her anger but nothing escaped her lips but meek words of defiance. What was happening to her?

(It's good to be back I tried my hand out with responding to some of my shorter response threads earlier today to see how I would feel and noticed a few threads that were pretty active didn't have a response yet so just to be safe I looked in them. There was another I must have deleted to notice and got distracted or simply forgot about it)



When Kanoe returned Daphnee was in the living room jotting down some simple observations about the drug in her note book. Basically that Kanoe showed up either because she had too or from the influence of the drug, she could not really know though the first was far more likely.

“Yes,” Daphnee answered as she stood. She walked about the witch in a full circle. The skirt was short and the top well her old measurements had been on file. She took note of that for future adjustments. “What cup size are you?” A simple question she jotted down the answer on the corner of a page before moving on.

“Be thankful we are staying in today. If you were allowed the use of your uniform you might damage it and that is sort of counter productive in trying to eradicate those stains for those black marks. Of course at any time we could resolve matters in the basement but you look good.”

Daphnee smiled. “Most of my free time has been eaten up … Prefect duties, my Mistress, school work. I barely practice my trade or see to my dolls. Today I'm a bit behind schedule seeing that I got a little carried away with Lenny. My own house work has suffered a bit and as you are aware appearances are everything.

“I need you to clean up a bit. You must have seen the dishes already when emptying the water for me. You can start there and vacuum next. We Prefects are afforded things other students are not. In the back of that same supply closet is a vacuum, an extension cord is hanging on the wall in there.”

Daphnee gave a little starting point for the witch pondering if tonight she would simply observe or escalate matters a bit. She figured it was best to gather just a little more data at this stage. She had results from Kanoe and just recently Rosalie too though different people and a wider selection would be ideal she preferred working with smaller numbers. Others were probably gathering information too and seeing that she had been exposed to a similar earlier version of this drug by her own Mistress.