She found herself staring at the nude woman, the sight nearly making her forget that she was the one to dress this being. Her gaze immediately lowers and looks away at Natsuki's observation. It was obvious she was trying to avoid such outfits due to the roles they tend to involve. Kanoe was not exactly familiar with mood. She did figure a situation as this to prefer black or white rather than any other color and her own personal preference narrowed it to black dresses.

Kanoe obeys, lifting her arms in the air. She did not like feeling so exposed but this woman has seen her like this before and done much worse. The soft term, dearest, helped calm her nerves enough to remain in the pose. A choked gasp sounds as air was forced from her body from the tightening of the dress's corset. The witch tried to remain somewhat composed but already her body was swaying as the tightening fabric pushes up on her breasts. The milk that had stopped suddenly squirts against the inside of the dress, causing the student to moan softly. She could feel her breasts pulsing against the tightened garment. It did do what it was suppose to do, pushing up her breasts and giving her a more hourglass figure.

There were already small damp spots growing over her nipples as Natsuki presses her fingers down. She did not notice the cut until the cool air from the room began to soak on her milk covered teats. She shivers, her attempt at modesty was ruined. Her eyes widen suddenly at the term pet, bringing a soft shock to her system. It was like the woman was soothing her but at the same time reminding Kanoe what she is and always will be to the being. Nodding her head slowly, she took her time in figuring out how to put the dress on properly. Her fingers slide along the woman's hips and bust, ensuring it was set right before tightening the corset. Just like the one in her dress, Natsuki's breasts push up and swell against the tightened fabric while it closed in around the woman's stomach and hips.

She lowers her head at the mention of breathing. She did not mean to make it so tight. But just quickly, the woman praised her for her work. The witch felt all along Natsuki's shapely hips and ribs, letting the woman guide her touch for the moment.

Kanoe sits on her knees on the floor beside the bed. A soft sigh sounds as a brush wisps through her long black hair. The familiar scent from before fills the air as the woman tenderly takes care of her hair. The brushing was long, methodical. The soft song from Natsuki passed the time as the woman patiently tended to her till she was completely dry. She never thought her hair could feel so fine and well kept before. If it were not for her leaking nipples protruding through her dress, the two would almost appear like a noble household.

But all good things never last. It was time for her request to be granted. Her cheeks flush. They went through all the trouble of getting dressed and getting cleaned just to lose their clothes again? It was not her place to question the ideas of this being. Her body had calmed down some after the shower but her body was still filled with juices and milk due to the venom's effects. The horny aroused feeling was now a heavy feeling of fullness in her body. A feeling that was going to be remedied soon.

She blinks at the delicate glass in her hand. The witch did not know what it was for until suddenly Natsuki began to slowly squeeze and stroke her breasts. The corset had already pushed them up, keeping them swollen and ready for the woman's next step. Her eyes grow wide only briefly before rolling back in her head, fluttering as the pressure behind her engorged nipples released. Streams of milk squirt out and into the glass in her hand with every stroke. It felt so wrong but felt so good at the same time. The relief causes a soft moan to leave her lips.

"Ahh..You..You are..m-milking me?!" she stammered.

"Ah...Ahhhnnn... Oh god!" she cries out, "N-Natsuki!" Her body was quivering like jellow in the woman's hands. Milk continues to squirt endlessly into the large cup. Her breasts were sensitive enough as is and now fully filled and swollen with milk was driving her insane. It felt like her breasts were cumming over and over into the cum with every squeeze and stroke. The milk was now continuous with the hands only provided more forceful squirts to add to the steady fountain of warm breast milk.

Her loins were shuddering, wanting in on this action. The venom began to react in her body, rapidly producing more and more fluid in both areas of her body. Her inner walls contract hungerly as juices began to flow like a river out of her folds. She could not stop it, it felt like when she tried to walk to her room in this condition but now so much more. Her arms sway, barely keeping the glass upright enough to not spill anything. Eyes flutter and begin to cloud over, the sensations too much for her mind to fathom. Every breath left her body in a moan as juices soak into the back of her skirt. When her eyes were able to focus, she found herself staring at her reflection. She watches helplessly as spurt after spurt of white fluid pumps out of her tits. Sexual thoughts bubbled up inside her brain thinking of other things that spurt similar fluid.

Kanoe's moans grew desperate as she begins to squirm. Drool trickles out of the corner of her mouth, her mind drowning in bliss. She whimpers pathetically, trying to get Natsuki's attention. "Nnngh...Nat...Natsuki...Ahhh...I..I can't hold...I...I'm!" she screams as a growing damp spot appears on her dress right over her sex. The copius amounts of juices gush forth, wave after wave crashing inside the skirt of her dress. Milk jets out of her body as the heavy orbs firm up and squirt from the massive climax. Her hands shiver and grow weak as the bowl began to lower, barely remaining up right as milk began to miss the bowl and fall to the carpet.

Her body sways weakly as she continues to jolt and spasm over the chalice. Despite the early release, she still released much more into the bowl. Only when her body was completely spent was she set back on the floor. Her eyes were half lidded, still fluttering weakly as she lost all sense of what's around her. Milk beads at her nipples, occasionaly dripping down her breast and onto her dress. The witch laid their taking long shuddering breaths. The gentle tender treatment was destroying her just as well as the rough and brutal tortures. She felt so weak before this woman.

She could almost feel the woman's disappointment for disobeying. The witch could not help it but it was still her doing. Her skirt was cut away, revealing her dripping sex and pale legs, leaving just the tight corset on her upper body and the long sleeves. She cries and whimpers as the soiled garment was rubbed against her face like a pet who did an accident on the floor. Kanoe blinks back tears, afraid of what was happening to her now. She found herself wanting this woman to be pleased so she would not be punished. Was she being trained like a pet?

"Ahh!" she cries out in pain from the slap to her face, "I'm...I'm sorry..I..I couldn't.." she whimpers as her cheek throbs with heat and stinging pain. The witch quickly takes the towel and dries herself off as quickly as she could. The climax helped release alot of the excess fluids, making her body more tolerable now. She sits up on her knees, trying to cover her lap with the towel.

"I... Taste the fruits of my labor?" she asked timidly.

"I..." the student shivers, wanting to protest but unable to find her voice. The glass tipped and she found herself swallowing the milky fluids. The mixture of sex and milk from her own body runs smooth down her throat. She could not believe she was doing this. Kanoe whimpered, thankful she did not have to drink it all. It did not taste horrible...just strange to feed off one's own juices and fluids.

Her eyes follow Natsuki around the room as the woman talked down to her. She felt her heart pounding hard against her chest. The being was displease with her. She was afraid of what may happen to her. Will she be bound in rope or hair, engulfed in freezing and boiling waters? The witch felt horrible as if she failed this woman in some way.

"I..I am sorry," she said quickly, "I...I couldn't control myself. It..it was too much I... You..You wanted me to embrace it but I..." she was becoming flustered almost panicking before finally taking a deep breath and lowering her gaze once more, "I...I liked that dress. Please, teach me how to become b-better for you."

Little by little, she felt like her world was crumbling around her. She felt like she was no longer in control of her life. Her life was now in Natsuki's hands. She tries to resist she will be punished or worse left to endure the withdraw effects of her addiction. Fingers dig into her thighs as she trembles, tears running down her cheek. Was there nothing she could do?

Kanoe shifts on her knees, arms crossing infront of her chest as the woman took her time before responding. She felt more exposed in this half dress than she did while in the nude. This being was picking her apart. Natsuki held the other end of the noose that was tight around her neck. The creature knew that if she became to rebellious or resistant, the woman could just leave and leave the witch begging for the being's return when the side effects of the monster's seed take effect again.

Her fingers dig into her shoulders this time at the mention of her punishment. It was not bad compared to the other things she has been through physically. But this was not a physical punishment. This was a sign of submission. Kanoe's mind raced desperately to find another way. She clenched her teeth to stifly another pathetic whimper as her arms slowly slid back down her chest and rest on her lap. The witch did not fight the tears anymore, letting them stream down her defeated face. Obey or else, that was it.

With trembling hands, she lifts the soiled skirt and lays it over the damp spot on the carpeted floor. Her nipples drag across the rough carpet causing her to shift uncomfortably as she folds her arms and lays her head on the soiled garment. Balancing on her knees, her pale bottom rises in the air a large target for Natsuki to send forth punishment upon.

The final stipulation for her punishment was to speak out compliments and nice things this woman had done for her. Her mind raced, trying to figure out what to say for the ten times before the blows begin to...

~THWACK!~

"Ahhnn!" her eyes go wide as she felt the urge to rise up to reel from the blow, but she insteads grinds her face and breast harder into the floor, "You..Your body is like a glistening work of art that all should feel honored to behold..."

~THWACK!~

Kanoe yelps out in pain, sobbing uncontrollably. Natsuki was not using her hand but rather a large and heavy book. She only owned one book of that size and weight. Her pride, her small amount of power that she had gained was now being used to spank her exposed rear before the woman. It was too much to take. "You have been patient with me despite my many failings. Trying to teach me to be a proper..p-pet.."

~THWACK!~

The witch was reeling in pain. Her ass was already becoming a soft crimson on the third blow. Her nipples rake along the ground burning the tender nubs and squirting milk onto the carpet. "Y-You..came to...to me...saved..saved me from my s-suffering."

~THWACK!~

She screams, feeling like a part of her was dying away with each swing. She had to stop but she could not disobey. Disobeying meant more punishment. "You..You helped wash my body..."

~THWACK!~ "G-Given...Ahhnn...Given me a room good enough for a queen..." ~THWACK~ "G-Given...Nngh... S-So much pl-pleasure.." ~THWACK~ "M-Made my bod..body beautiful..." ~THWACK~ "Sh-Showed me...that I'm... I...I can't live without you!" ~THWACK~ "I...I w-was wrong. You... You are helping me... Be...Be better..." ~THWACK~ "I-I'm nothing without you!"

With that she screams and slumps to her side, curling into a the fetal position. She wraps her arms around herself as she trembles. The witch was crushed. Kanoe could not stop crying, knowing what was happening to her.

Kanoe trembles as she lays there. Her eyes stared helplessly at her magic tome. Everything started when she found that tome, her life of magic and pursuit for power. Now that very tome of knowledge and power was being used as a fuck toy by this woman. She wanted to scream, tear that book out of the woman's hands and strike back. But she could not. She could only stare as juices soak over the binding and over the cover. Natsuki showed enough mercy to not squirt all over the pages themselves but the act did what it was suppose to do.

When Natsuki was finished so was Kanoe. She had lost all hope of escaping. Her life was tied to this being and she must serve this woman till she is either freed or till her death. Her sniffling and sobbing had stopped but the tears continue to stream down her cheeks. She did not move as Natsuki flicks her tears away, trying to console the new pet.

"W-Why..." she whimpers as she climbed up to lay her head on Natsuki's lap, "Th-That book...it's e-everything that I am..."