That made sense after all she did not seem to be the sort that dealt with people much though she herself had been uncertain if there was someone that rubbed her the wrong way or not. Daphnee had considered her magic had been limited in the sense that she could exploit for her own uses.

And yet she had found Lenny for her, something that had put Daphnee in a good mood despite the wretched condition and the fact that it would be a project to clean the doll up the very fact that she had the doll gave her he opportunity to do so. It was tricky in a sense since she liked the doll's crude nature. It was he first she crafted after all and while her skills had improved sh could never recreate something of such bad quality, no without the risk of hose improved skills making an appearance in one form or another. In order to truly recreate Lenny she would have to forget most of the skills she learned in their creation and maintenance.

Obvious things like the clothes and a better paint job though were in order. She was focused more on the present though. She had the drug that she was charged to research or rather observe and while it was unknown if this was an intended side effect or not she had found it useful to exploit while it lasted.

Exposing that drug to Kanoe again and again on occasion should insure a lasting effect though she was not entirely sure on this.

“I see ...” Daphnee added. She went silent for a moment “Let me rephrase that question. Is their anyone you dislike, or would rather see punished?” Regardless of that answer Daphnee considered I then explained.

“Using you as additional eyes and ears may reap benefits someday though by your own admission you and the other students don't have such a strong relationship. And before long they would notice you if you snooped around but I was now interested in seeing if there were anyone you could easily gather up deserving individuals.

“My higher ups have an interest in certain matters ...” She took a long sip of juice. “But seeing how you dislike the powers that be I doubt that you would be interested in lending a hand here even if it would mean getting rid of some of those black marks.”

She spoke more to herself in that regard knowing all the elements at play here. Gathering up more test subjects had a certain appeal after all. It would allow her further tests with a wide range of subjects though she enjoyed where this was going with the witch thus far. She was thinking of how to make the greatest use out of this drug and considered that Kanoe might know best after all.

“I am open to suggestions if you think you can do something useful to eradicate some of those marks in other ways.”

"I don't care what happens to them," Kanoe replied. No one really had the guts to try anything on the witch and most students were busy with their own matters anyway. She simply ignored their existence lest they prove useful to her in some way. Compared to the school and the monsters, the students were irrelevant to her.

The witch shook her head slowly. "No... I have no suggestions," the witch replied. It was hard enough to think with the heat and pleasure drowning her every thought. She could not keep track of what was going on anymore. Why was she still here? Why was she listening to this woman? Why did she obey? By the time these marks were removed, would the witch even remember why she was doing all this in the first place?

Dressed in her maid attire, the witch ate quietly while her body continued to throb with her beating heart. With how her eyelids hung low, the witch was obviously exhausted after last night.

She did not care … it was about what Daphnee expected though even that had some merit to her. She recalled her first night after enduring such and the following day had been spent in soreness attempting to make it through the day as was expected of her.

Daphnee of course took stock of the maid attire. She had not dismissed her yet so she surmised that Kanoe didn't assume that she was going to be dismissed right away. There was still plenty of time before classes as Daphnee tended to get started with her day earlier than most since there was often so much to take care of.

Her magic gave her an edge against fellow students if push came to shove and while she did not know how it fared against the monsters here as she did not employ any herself the fact that the file she had was so thick told her that the end results were pretty much a given though met after a serious fight in which there had been more damage than usual. She herself had not learned of the inhibitors on the island and her duties had not disclosed them to her anyway.

There had been much to consider. Briefly she thought about her Mistress' books and had pondered if they indeed had been magical or more likely just the books one acquired from a Wiccan shop out of some sort of interest. She had never experienced real magic before to her knowledge save for some of the visiting entities like Therion and Slimer and neither showed her a great deal of it either.

“Then it wouldn't matter.” She pondered things further as she ate. It was tough to track the effects of that drug swimming through Kanoe now given the projection of exhaustion it was likely to be dormant or had run it's course being burnt out during the night. She herself was uncertain of this though, but she figured that renewing the effects would be easy enough. The trick was calculating things so that she could function bu be submissive enough or crave those rewards without any complaints.

“We'll keep things simple for the moment,” Daphnee stated as she gave the matter a little thought. “I will leave it to your discretion though I would prefer someone deserving of punishment in some fashion,” she muttered the last more or less to herself. If she wasn't aware of how Kanoe chose she could turn a blind eye to things easily enough. “You will fetch someone, anyone you deem necessary … or rather scout out people since you do not have he authority and assist me in testing something that you are at least somewhat familiar with. Your insights could give me a degree of clarity. Of course, you are in no condition to do so now and have until mid week to find someone, that will leave me with enough time to shift a few things around by the end of the week. Do you believe you could handle his?”

With her body and mind saturated with so much of the drug, it was unknown if there were any lasting effects after the drug had ran its course. When Daphnee spoke, Kanoe's head tingled. When Daphnee gave an order, she found herself hanging on every word. Her body grew hot, her nipples hardening and poking through her blouse. Heat flushed her cheeks as just being ordered by the Prefect aroused her even without the drug.

"Y-Yes... I will bring someone to punish..." Kanoe did not even care that she could potentially bring an innocent student here to be tormented like she was. There was one student that did come to mind though if she was to pick someone deserving. A hand gently ran over a breast, stroking it as she sighed wearily with pleasure. "What... What about Karen, Mistress? She wronged you before hasn't she?" Just calling Daphnee by her dominant title sent shivers down her spine.

Her body was reacting even without the drug now. Her pleasure centers continued to reward obedience towards the Prefect that trained her. It was unknown if this was permanent or not. If the former, this drug could potentially train students into being obedient pets.

She had an answer. With the order she could see the response of arousal, the nipples tightening and those flushed features. The question was if the drug was in full effect or if she had perhaps used too much of it in that the response, a conditioned response now perhaps? Not that this was a bad thing though it meant further study of the drug and it's effect. Of course there would be renewed exposure as well, that seemed easy enough.

There it was again, that title of being called Mistress. It sounded strange, but oh so pleasant at the same time. Add to the fact that Kanoe seemed to be quite aroused even considering matters had produced a smile upon her lips.

Karen was deserving of some discipline though she had not readily sprung to mind. It was more the thought of placing her in a pleasurable state and promoting pleasure herself.

“Miss Hessler? Perhaps …”

She had no inclination of making Karen feel good and had not considered it before now though she supposed that it could be interesting to let her stew with the effects of the drug and no stimulus to go with it. Right now though seeing the effects on Kanoe were more interesting as anyone else she would have to begin a new.

“Today it will be classes as usual. Tomorrow too, though the next you will report here after classes. Leave the maid outfit, you can change into it when you arrive. When you have finished here you are dismissed.”

Whether or not anything was done to Karen was left in uncertainty though Daphnee was present when next they met. She would observe the student for a moment before allowing her to change into the uniform. She was looking for lingering effects of the drug or anything that hinted at any outward signs of conditioning. She then allowed the witch to change and instructed her to supply her with a simple massage of her shoulders as she scrawled out the remainder of a mathematical assignment she was given.

“Today I was thinking of something a bit different. What useful skills do you possess? I mean more mundane ones and not magical.” Thus far the sorts of things that sprang into her mind had reached dead ends before they got started or were limited but there was no sense in making things to complicated she realized.

Any remaining chores were completed before taking her leave. Kanoe had no further orders beyond attending class which she would have to do anyway. The student did not know how she felt anymore when she got back to her room and continued with her day. Things went well enough the first day. She attended class, completed her assignments, and then returned to her room to continue her own magical studies.

It was the second day that Kanoe felt a bit strange. She felt alone which usually did not bother her. But for some reason, she found herself noticing this isolation now of all times. The witch felt like she was supposed to be doing something but had no clue what it was. It felt like she had no direction or purpose, leaving her with a sense of emptiness.

The raven haired woman quickly returned on the third day. She was dressed in her school uniform this time as per Daphnee's direction. Kanoe felt her heart race the closer she approached the Prefect's door. The witch could not stop thinking about the woman and what her next orders will be. Why was she looking forward to her next command? With anticipation, she entered and allowed herself to be inspected before changing into her maid attire.

Kanoe moved behind Daphnee as the Prefect worked on homework. The witch's breasts pressed gently against the back of the woman's head while hands carefully knead the Prefect's tense shoulders. Her body tingled from head to toe as her brain continued to reward her obedience. The witch calmed down as she once again had commands and directions to follow.

"I can cook and clean which you have seen me do a little of, Mistress," she answered, "I also know how to crochet and knit. I can do embroidery by hand and create lace. I do not know if any of this is useful to you, Mistress."

That drug had been insidious. Opening up pathways in Kanoe's brain even as the drug effectively played out the effects lingered onward creating a connection now that made Kanoe quite receptive and needy at this stage. She was in withdrawal in a way with that loneliness, it may not have been as powerful as it would be with additional time and exposure to that drug but the effects were there.

Daphnee may have been uncertain of them and Kanoe only suspecting that thrill of excitement being a conditioned response. Perhaps she did not even link the effects to her earlier exposure to the drug but Daphnee would note whatever she saw or suspected

She was pleased with the massage and reflected on the answer that Kanoe supplied her with. Those were of interest to her and the Prefect perked up a little as she thought over this.

“Actually those are useful skills. It saves me time in instructing you. But manufacturing clothes and such for my dolls in something that I do not have much time for these days. I get bored of their outfits from time to time but with the demands on my time these days sewing and such is something I rarely get too.”

Knitting and such on such a small scale did have it's uses. “But that can be addressed another time. Today I want a report on your studies. How is class going?” After listening to how matters were going and the lack or addition of any offenses she takes it all in.

She had only a need of a general report though before she was dismissed to change her attire. Once that was done there were simple chores that had to be done, such as the laundry and vacuuming. One of the perks of being a Prefect was the vacuum she had in her place and some of the other little gadgets though most of the advancements she had no time to enjoy for herself.

Like her Mistress, Daphnee kept busy. She liked it that way and though her work load eased up a bi during the summer there was always something to involve herself in.

After the waist bins were emptied and the trash seen to she had been instructed to prepare dinner though as to what Daphnee did not make such orders. There was a lot to choose from, another perk of her station coupled with the desire to practice new dishes all the time in private until she could get a handle on them enough to prepare for her Mistress without a hitch.

While the dug was not in full effect it had opened up Kanoe's mind playing with those pleasure receptors. Offering her a reward for each task she completed, it was as if the drug had opened up that door, a door that Daphnee could freely pass through now.

It was remarkable, Daphnee was expecting more resistance She had expected that the drug ran it's course an Kanoe would be more resistant or dragging but the chemical had surprised the Prefect almost to the point where she had thought that the drug was still in full effect. Naturally she would renew that drug at some point before dismissing the witch but for the moment she focused on her home work and even left at points to take care of Prefect matters tough she was back before dinner was finished.

The aroma wasn't too bad either and seeing that she had missed a proper lunch she was a bit famished.

“You may fix yourself a plate and join me.” Daphnee announced. When they had sat down to their meal Daphne regarded her for a moment. She seemed to be looking for something or caught up thinking about something.

“Your impulses for destruction … have they been curbed any?” It was a simple question that she sort of had the answer for with the progress report from earlier. Though she would let Kanoe answer before moving on.

“I have decided that you work best in a domestic role, unless you have undergone some sort of change I am unaware of regarding your fellow peers.”

There was not much to report. Her grades were stable and her GPA was acceptable. Kanoe quickly changed into her maid attire, showing no signs of reluctance or resistance. Her breasts swayed within her tight blouse as she moved around, pushing the vacuum around the rooms of the dorm. Her nipples became visible as they hardened and grew erect through her top. Pleasure rippled through her body with each successful action. The emptiness was being replaced with a sense of purpose as she mindlessly obeyed Daphnee's every command.

Kanoe would ask what Daphnee wanted for dinner. It would do no good making something the woman did not like or worse, was allergic to. Her culinary skills were enough to make what Daphnee wanted from what was in the kitchen. If it was something more exotic, she would have to go out and get more ingredients.

Once dinner was served, the witch joined the Prefect at the table. "My impulses?" she replied, "I said before only use my abilities in self defense. Umm... A domestic role?" What did Daphnee mean by that? Was she going to be a maid? Or was there more?

She had noted the arousal that Kanoe displayed. It was remarkable, as she figured that the drug would no have such a strong hold now but there seemed to be no resistance. Kanoe changed and went to work cleaning, that arousal showing.

She had some cook books and practiced for Vera before attempting it herself though she had not wished to complicate things too much. A moderate dish sufficed seeing that Kanoe had some experience she had no been worried about her flopping but left off something major where a complication could be reached.

A simple pasta with chicken Parmesan would suffice. So she was doing well. Excellent. Though self defense was something that could not be helped she could have made an order not to resist future encounters but the thing was the more black marks she accrued the longer she would be made to come around and the longer she would have to test that drug.

NICE had given her another minor project since she tested out the aphrodisiac though they had not told her to stop collecting data on this one and there was no sense combining the two since she would not have any idea which was doing which.

“This is good Miss Shade. There will be times where I will show you other dishes as there are hings that I am still experimenting with,” when she attempted to broaden her horizons for her Mistress it just made sense to show Kanoe if she were present on such nights. Perhaps she would give Kanoe some homework in studying some recipes but that was for later.

What she meant by a domestic role was something she had not explained. Letting Kanoe handle the cleaning up afterward I had been then that she was given further instruction after Daphnee came back from her room with a box, the same sort of cardboard box one might place a shirt or some clothes in.

“But I am going to see about another skill this evening. Here, get changed.” Turning over the box when Kanoe went to change she would find that this had to be a costume taken from the props of the Performing Arts or so that seemed likely …

The attire, pink and red silks, there was a veil and small rings that had little cymbals on them. It didn't take long for her o discover that there were ten of them, two larger for the thumbs and if each were turned inward she could clash them together with her fingers. The rings were meant to be worn at tips of her fingers.

The rest of the custom seemed to be in line with a belly dancer. There were transparent red and pink scarves there too and even shoes.

All would fit quite well as if tailored just for her, not too tough to find her exact measurements but even the shoes were quite comfortable.

((Sorry for the short post. X.X))

Kanoe's eyes widen at the sashes and veil that she was expected to wear. It was attire that made her feel more naked and exposed than being without clothes. Her heart was hammering as she stripped and changed into this dancer attire. Her breasts swayed with every motion as her shapely hourglass figure filled out the outfit nicely. It was tailored for her voluptuous form and it showed.

Heat rose in the witch's cheeks. "M-Mistress... What is this?" She was confused on what this skill could possibly be that Daphnee wanted to see. Kanoe was thankful they were indoors right now. She could not imagine seeing herself walking around in public in this.

(That's fine )



“Ah,” she inspected the custom. She paced around the witch feeling that bundle of nerves, probably at the attire itself though she had a similar reaction when it came to the maid's outfit this had been stronger. More of her had been exposed and the material showed of her wares.

She had obeyed and changed and that alone gave her mind an injection of pleasure. Daphnee moved closer while behind the witch a hand snaking around her so that her hand descended over the smooth exposed flesh of her belly.

Her other hand gripped her hand letting her fingers trace over the little ring cymbals though she figured that Kanoe may not put them to much use, she had not expected that after all.

“You've seen belly dancing? Though I do have other customs this one attracted my eye since it was rather exotic. I take it you are not versed in dance?” She herself was not, especially belly dancing, though she didn't much care for he skill level, it was more learn as you went as far as she had been concerned. She had done a little dancing herself but not much.

“I want to see you dance Miss Shade Something tells me you'd be a natural. At worse, it will be entertaining don't you think?”

Kanoe knew some things about dancing. But, it was only what Miss Saika taught her. She danced for that vile monster's entertainment whenever it appealed to the alien being. She did not know anything about belly dancing. Her orders were to dance but it was not specific towards any particular style. Heat flushed her cheeks as she began to sway.

Slowly, those shapely hips swayed back and forth. Each pass caused her hips to go a bit further while her hands ran up her voluptuous form and above her head. She knew nothing about the tiny cymbals but she knew how to move her body and limbs in ways to entice her audience. The reward was immediate was tingly waves of stimulation rippled through her swaying hips and bubbled inside her aching loins. Her breasts bounced and jiggled as the witch put forth her all into every seductive motion.

The witch let forth weak sighs of pleasure. Her cheeks were flushed as she panted like a dog in heat. But her now glistening body continued to dance for her Mistress. The student's eyes would flutter as surges of heat rushed right to her head and all her erogenous zones. Her insides were quivering while her sexual juices flowed freely down her inner thighs. Her motions grew more rigid as her body struggled maintain composure. Her insides were wound up and her belly was fluttering like mad. How much longer must she entertain this Prefect?

They were similar in that their dance routines were performed only for the eyes of monsters. In her case she could recall two beings, perhaps three, it had not been a detail that was important enough to recall and the first was under such conditions that she had to keep the beast distracted enough where it did not consider the savage brutality it had displayed prior. So dance had been her choice to keep it distracted in interested in the dance more than the torture, she could only think of so much after all and that had been a long time to endure, in fact it had gone back to when she had just become a Prefect herself.

Interested, Daphnee continued to watch on. Neither may have been versed with the art of belly dancing save for the brief tid bits that they had to have seen in movies and shows but she had the body to impress.

The cymbals went off in no particular rhythm as fingers drew across that body and Daphnee could see the effects of the drug. It still lingered there as those features where flushed, the panting evident that the drug had to be having some effect even now and she began to theorize that the drug may have kicked into gear when she issued commands even if showing it was dormant for a day or two. If that were the case hen the aphrodisiac was far more frightening and useful if it laid dormant then suddenly kicked in.

It was more reasonable to believe that traces of the drug just lingered on and kicked in now, though she herself had no desire to test out the longevity of that drug as it may mean having o start over. Perhaps sh would dole out half doses or quarter ones to other students and watch the effects whereas from Kanoe she could collect other facts as to how much of a hold the drug had.

It wasn't the sensual display before her that had her excited. Yes, it was very pleasing, though the thrill of power, that command was causing her heartbeat to increase. Experiences on the island had her exposed to various elements and while she had not been attracted to her fellow students there were female monsters that introduced her to elements of the opposite sex. Males too would sometimes force her with another student though it had been a long time since that had occurred.

Seeing that arousal she came forth, the fingers of a hand skimming down her side as the other slide over a waist drawing Kanoe to her suddenly, chest to chest she felt small for the first time in her life … she had never complained about the size of her breasts, they were average size and larger ones just attracted the sort of attention she wasn't interested in but being that close to Kanoe with her large ones pressed against her subconsciously she would compare …

But her lips pressed against Kanoe's quite suddenly. There was no tongue though she seemed comfortable enough with it before disengaging. “That will be sufficient Miss Shade. You have done well … though I have a bit of a treat I am feeling in a rare mood tonight … I will allow you to decide the remainder of the evening. Three choices, you may depart or stay but in that case you have the choice of sub or dom. What will it be?”

Daphnee was interested in the choice she would make. “And you mark is already cleared for this session,” so that wouldn't be a factor. Was the drug strong enough to influence her now? She had chosen to depart before but did that change? Only time would tell.

"Mmm..." her insides fluttered with butterflies upon feeling Daphnee's lips on her own. The kiss was brief as the witch stopped dancing and remained pressed against the Prefect. The choice was not much of one for Kanoe's hazy mind. Her body was radiating need after the reinforcement her own mind was giving her. She did not care about the mark. The only thought in her mind was how to get relief and she was trained that there was only one certain way to get that relief.

"I... I will stay and b-be submissive, Mistress," she said meekly, "Please... Use me..." The witch pressed against Daphnee, resting against the smaller woman.

A pleasing answer. It had seemed that now she was choosing her own pleasure though Daphnee grinned just a little.

“Use you? Well, I have something in mind ...” A hand cupped one of those large breasts as she rubbed it a little. At this stage she knew without a doubt the effect that she was having and promoting. “I've changed my mind, though we'll end up back here no doubt. Come.”

She would lead the witch to the bedroom and have her sit on the bed as she went through various similar boxes in her closet. Did each contain a different custom? There were six different boxes from what Kanoe could see though it was the third that she had looked in before returning to Kanoe.

“I really ought to mark them. It wasn't easy having them adjusted for your bust size.” She considered the logistics though. Kanoe would have to wear her uniform, find a rest room and change … easy enough to do but at the same time it was a lot more work then necessary.

“Hm … that might be a bit difficult,” she drummed her fingers on the box briefly as she thought before setting it back and turning to the witch. “Perhaps later … on your knees.”

She rounded the witch after she complied letting a finger trace over her shoulders. She then knelt down behind her drawing Kanoe back into her chest as her hands snaked around to those sizable globes squeezing them.

“I have a few things I'm borrowing ...” from whom or where she did not say, nor would she answer that if asked. Just supplying a 'you'll see' if anything came up. A tongue slide over her neck then tucked behind an ear wiggling against that spot.

“Undress … slowly ...” she issued the command waiting for the witch to comply. She was behind Kanoe and did not get too much of a show but that had not been the true aim, the aim was to build up that need and further tease her a little.

Once that was done she would have her sit at the edge of the bed with her legs splayed. “I should take care of this, hm?” A lone finger drifted up and down that wet sex her eyes going to the removed clothes for a moment then back. “They'll need a good cleaning too and the bed sheets but that cannot be helped I suppose ...”

She assisted Kanoe up into a standing position turning her around and coaxing her hands onto the bed sheet, ass sticking out. She rubbed it for a moment before disappearing to the closet again rummaging through a different box which was easier to find, it was shaped differently and larger.

When she returned a riding crop would be swatted against her ass in a stinging manner. She reached around her hip holding a vibrator in the other that began to trace up and down against that slit. She teased with it making occasional slaps of that riding crop.

Taking away the vibrator and running it over her clit a few times she then set the riding crop and vibrator down upon a night stand commanding her to lay on the bed.

After using a silk scarf to bind her wrists to the posts of the bed she went to the closet again this time setting the box down beside the bed for easy access. She rummaged about for a bit then pulled forth what looked like a blue dildo. “I think this is the one, I've never used it ...” She inspected the toy and judging by the switch at the end it was probably some sort of vibrator and not a dildo as she had thought initially.

While Daphnee inspected it she rubbed a breast before looking back. “Let's see how this one works, hm ...” She was not asking, not this time given their respective roles not that she ever had to ask … the head of the toy gave a little push against her heated sex and a moment later that switch was pressed, she heard a click and could have sworn that the thing felt as close to the real thing as one could get moving and vibrating in random uneven directions as it was pushed further into her and retracted being pushed in once more ...