Arms and legs squirm in their bonds. The woman was desperately struggling to find some sort of release once more. Sweat began to run down the curves of her body almost as freely as her nectar now. The thoughts of resisting her urges were long faded. All she wanted now was release. She needed it, desired to feel it once more.

"H-Help...Ahh..." She whimpers softly, "I...I can't hold it..."

The voice came very close to sending her to bliss. Her insides were contracting and twitching. Kanoe's body was just about to climax only to be a false alarm, leaving her suffering right at the edge. It was driving her crazy, she couldn't take much more of this. The young witch screams before falling almost limp in her bonds. The strain of holding it was bringing her to tears as she continues to nearly hyperventilate.

“But you have already demonstrated that you would learn nothing that way,” Spectre continued when it judged it could speak again without provoking Kanoe’s pending orgasm. The pause had also served to prolong the girl’s delightful torment, of course.

The Creature paused again, endeavoring to keep the desperate young witch hanging on the edge of bliss. This time, however, it also lowered her to the floor. It let her legs close a bit, planting her knees firmly in the wet spot her endless secretions had produced. It shortened the tendrils holding her legs, causing them to retreat down her thighs until they only held her lower legs in place.

The tentacle buried in her sex moved with her, remaining lodged against the portal to her womb. The horizontal orientation of the unyielding shaft of solid chaos ensured that she would have to remain bent over. While it moved Kanoe, Spectre purposely kept her body oriented so that her head was directly above where her bloody panties and magical tome lay side by side, mere inches away.

“You must learn to submit to the Power; draw it forth by your own actions.” With that, Spectre suddenly released its grip on the young woman’s arms.

"Pl-Please!"

She was pleading to the cloaked figure but it's voice only held her to that point and no further. With a shiver, her knees made contact with the soaked spot on the carpet. The scent of her own nectar invaded her nostrils, making her need grow even more desperate. The woman strains against the tentacle inside her but only lets out a groan as the choatic appendage held her in a kneeling position before the being. The tingling from the chaos continues to make her body more sensitive. Or perhaps it was just for being held aroused for so long. Kanoe could feel sweat and nectar moving across her pale form, every drop feeling like a tiny tickling tease over her heated body.

Her eyes widen as she felt her arms be released. There were no second thoughts as one hand supported her on the floor while her other immediately slides down her body. She cries out as two fingers slide into her spasming sex. Kanoe lets forth a loud sigh of relief followed by loud moans of pleasure, her fingers relentlessly pumping into her cunt over and over again.

Spectre let the tentacle filling Kanoe’s cunt flow around her fingers so that she could do the deed as she pleased. Yet it still remained lodged inside her, pressing against all the surfaces she couldn’t reach with her fingers.

“Good, good; feel the energy burst out of you even as cry out with delight,” it did not know if its words would reach the young witch’s consciousness, but it didn’t care. It knew that she would feel its Voice resonating in the depths of her sex.

Nectar seems to squish out of her cunt with every thrust of her fingers. Kanoe was nearly drooling in pleasure as she let her fingers move on their own. Her filled sex began contracting hard on the thick choatic tendril and her own fingers. The young witch lets out a loud groan as her fingers curl and stroke her quivering insides.

"Nngh..Y-Yess!" She gasps.

Kanoe could not hear the being's words but she could definitely feel them inside her body. Her head rears back as she screams, her nectar squirting out of her climaxing cunt as she shudders. Despite the pleasure and fatigue wracking through her body, her fingers continue to curl and stroke inside her contracting inner walls, prolonging the bliss as long as possible.

Spectre waited quietly. It still let the tentacle in Kanoe’s cunt flow with her fingers, swirling and eddying around inside her. Once the release began to ebb, it slipped the tentacle out of her. The appendage shrank as it retreated, passing around the young witch’s fingers without affecting their movement or position.

Several more moments passed as Spectre slowly retracted all of its chaos tendrils, leaving Kanoe completely free. When it was satisfied that the student had regained her senses enough to hear and understand, the Thing spoke again, though its limited its Voice so as to produce little more than shivers in its audience..

“That is the energy you must learn to control.”

"Ahh!"

The tendril of chaos left her body with an audible slurp. Her arm gave way as she collapses onto the floor, quivering over the damp spot her nectar created. For several long moments, Kanoe layed there on the floor. Her eyes were glazed over in pleasure as she remains in a lustful daze. As the young witch's cloudy mind began to clear, she heard it speak to her once more. Even with the power of it's voice lowered, faint gasps of pleasure left Kanoe's lips. She was too weak to fight it off or perhaps she did not want to fight it anymore.

"E-Energy?" She stammers faintly, "Wh-What...must...ahh..must I...do?"

Spectre regarded the young woman silently for a moment. Though it had sown the seeds of deceit in her mind, it sensed she still harbored doubt. That was to be expected. Perhaps it had piqued her curiosity enough that she would chance the next step. There was only one way to find out.

“There is a ritual,” Spectre began quietly, keeping the effects of its Voice to a minimum. “It will show you how to invoke and control the power I have shown you.”

The Thing paused, as much to keep from over stimulating the young witch as to see if she was curious enough to take the bait.

With a groan, the young woman pushes herself up. She sits on her knees as she wearily looks up at the figure. A ritual? But, she never heard of magic like this. It was all so confusing. She did need control of her powers though. Her skin tingles to the feeling of every word that left the being's unseen lips.

"What..do I have to do for this...ritual?" She whispers, "I have not been very skilled in performing them."

A hand gently brushes her hair behind her shoulders. She quivers briefly as she could feel every strand run over her sweaty body. Despite being completely nude, Kanoe did what she could to make herself a bit more presentable.

“The ritual is detailed on a scroll,” Spectre said. “A scroll that was secreted away in a cave here on the island.”

It paused again to let its words sink in. The creature’s Voice seemed to come primarily from the open cavity of its manifestation’s hood. There was no mouth there, though; no face, no head. Just a pool of swirling chaos-stuff, seething in counter-cadence to its speech.

“You must seek out this scroll if you wish to learn more.”

The witch tries to rise to her feet but buckles, slumping back to her knees. Being wound up so tight around the being's words had left her exhausted, not to mention the several times she cummed for it. It was one thing to doubt someone's words but she found it rather difficult to ignore the being when she could feel every letter of every word fill her body. Kanoe could not help but feel like the thing was raping her with merely it's voice.

"Why...Why is it hidden away in a cave?" She asks softly, "And why tell me so much? You have obviously broken free of my circle...my will.."

Some reason began to return to Kanoe. The figure was controlling it's voice enough to let the haze of lust fade some though it still sent her body quivering everytime it spoke to her. She came to believe when demons broke free of their masters they either kill them or worse before leaving this world. Why was it helping her now? Kanoe looks up, her eyes widening at the sight of it's 'face'. Just a piece of fabric was between her and swirling sentient chaos. She lowers her gaze only to see her soiled undergarment, stained with her virgin blood.

"Y-You did this to me..." She whimpers softly, the fact she was raped finally settling in.

“Yes . . . but you will learn soon enough that there are things on this island that will do far worse. Especially to helpless little witchlings who do not pursue knowledge when it is offered.” Another pause followed Spectre’s ominous statement; mostly just to give its words added weight.

“Do you wish to learn where to find the scroll?” Spectre ignored Kanoe’s earlier questions. Its motivations were decidedly not altruistic and she was right to be cautions. However, it saw no reason for try to persuade her otherwise, that would merely make its position less credible. Instead, it would depend on her own desire for power and natural curiosity to outweigh her misgivings.

Her eyes widen slightly at the mention of worse things. There are more demons on this island? Why did they put a school here then, does the staff know about this? Kanoe rises to her feet, swaying some from fatigue. She was not sure if the being was threatening her. But, the words helpless and little hit their mark, causing the young woman to look away. She clenches her jaw for a moment, considering her situation and it's offer. The witch still has much to learn but she fails to see how raping her is a source of power...at least not a source to the woman. Could she really trust it? Not really but, refusing may make it use it's power on her until she is nothing but a quivering heap on the floor.

She looks back at the cloaked figure. A slight nod was all she gave to answer it's question. She may as well know where it is and decide whether to pursue it later, when she was not standing in the nude and exhausted.

“Good,” Spectre said. “Now concentrate and listen well, for I fear my voice may overwhelm you before I finish.”

In truth, the Thing fully intended to drive Kanoe to the edge of bliss again while it delivered its instructions. It let the stimulating quality seep back into its Voice with every word.

“At the edge of the forest, there is a stream. Follow that stream until you find the cave from which it flows. Inside the cave, beside the spring that feeds the stream, there is a niche in the wall. There you will find the scroll which details the ritual you seek . . . ” its Voice had reached full strength again, but there was only a few more things she needed to know.

“The ritual must be performed in the cave on the night of the full moon; and you will need to take with you the garment stained with the blood of your innocence.” Of course, there were no actual reasons for these conditions, but Kanoe didn’t know that.

The young woman did her best to resist what was to come. But, how can she resist a voice that seems to seep and stroke every part of her being? Kanoe tries to hold her composure as the being spoke the instructions. A first it was just a pleasant tickle to her senses but every word seemed to build and grow stronger, causing the witch to breathe deeply. She shuts her eyes though it did not help, wishing it would just finish the explanation already. Her cheeks began to blush as she felt her body slowly giving in. The student sways slightly as her precious nectar began to drip down her thighs. She was breathing heavily as she slowly opens her eyes.

"I...I understand..." She gasps.