Kanoe could only shiver as she sees her lover hanging limp, the wedge splitting the woman's sex and pushing the dildo in deeper. Her blood ran cold as she hears the slow claps from Natsuki. If that woman was pleased, she could only imagine what she put Claire through. With a long look at Claire's glistening form, she turns away and kneels before the being.

"I.. The drug should be wearing off soon, allowing the woman to climax," she stammers out faintly, "I..I would have allowed her to cum...there is nothing more I can bear to do to my lover. Please...she is broken, weak, exhausted. Please Miss Saika please accept her. Her only wish is to serve you and be by my side."

The witch lowers her head, tears trickling down her cheeks. She knew she was dark and possibly evil from the magic she wields. But this was downright vile. The horrible things she has done play back over her mind. Watching the woman blindly writhe before her, repeating the soft pleads to serve Natsuki over and over. A faint whimper leaves her lips. Everything was crashing around her in Kanoe's world right now. She just wanted to curl up into a ball on the floor and wish this was over.

The sudden release from the electric shocks left Clarice tense for a moment. But her body and mind come crashing down. Her legs were far from even thinking to move let alone do so. So much pain enveloped her mind and soul; she barely felt how the wedge forced the thick rods to distend her stomach as they push in deeper. Her tongue was out, dry as a desert. Her head was hung low with a look of total aguish and misery. She could hardly move except for the soft, weak whimper uttered from her hoarse throat.

If Kanoe was feeling bad for her work, one could only imagine what ran through Claire's broken mind. Her eyes portrayed no sparkle of life she possessed before. She could hardly move her legs without feeling the painfully tingling sensation that happens after a shock. It began to spread and left her crying once again until she had no more tears to give. All she wanted was to be closer to her lover...that's all she wanted. And yet she had to be put through this hell for it. She was glad to prove herself, but right now... she just wanted release.

Soon enough the drugs wear off in her system. As soon as they did she began to climax again and again. Nectar gushed and squirted from the sides of the thick dildos and panties. But she seemed completely unfazed by it and still hung limply as her sex continued to adjust to added pressure the wedge presented.

Her head weakly lifts up but can't remain steady and falls back. She was still there... what was left of her. She could faintly hear the conversation, but the dildos present a promising throb that blocked most of her senses out. She struggles to just blindly hear them as her sight had not returned yet. Her hoarse breath was quite loud, but she couldn't help it. She continues to spasm in both of her entrances. She couldn't stop releasing the pressure that had been withheld by the liquid Kanoe made her drink.

The witch did not move from her spot as Natsuki passed. She was patted like a pet who did a simple act of getting the paper for her master. Kanoe could not hear Claire except for the shuddering breaths and rattling chains. She could not bear to look back and see what she, her lover did to the mystic.

~Kanoe won't hurt you anymore..~

The phrase stabbed her in the heart. She was sobbing uncontrollably now, knowing that she must seem like a monster before her lover now. The witch could not stop thinking about all the pain and suffering she has caused this woman. All just to have her be with her? She felt so selfish, so cold. Her arms wrap around herself, lost in her own little world. The only thing keeping her company was the soft sound of Natsuki embracing her lover, the soft squish of juices coming from the still climaxing sex. What had she done?

She felt as if she had been forgotten for some time. Not knowing what was going on or seeing how Kanoe was made her whimper pathetically weak for an answer. The claps Natsuki had made earlier reminded her of the woman being evil and cruel. She flinches quite weakly to a pinching sensation in her neck, but of course she could do nothing. She was surprised to see her eyesight returned quickly after wards.

She hardly cared it was the woman she thought cruel. She had given her some comfort so far and for that she returns the kiss as weak as it was. Another soft mouth that seemed warm and soothing made her all the more responsive. She groans softly as she was lifted off the wedge, another relieving comfort to her beaten mind. She strains in another pathetic attempt to react to a hand slipping beneath her soaked panties. A soft touch to her burning sex continues to make her climax apparent. A soft gasp leaves her lips; the metal rods were pulled out of her slowly. Such a relief it was… it was like she had died and gone to heaven.

She was completely limp in Natsuki’s arms; a great example of the term ‘dead weight’. She felt like she was being cradled like a baby while the woman’s lips parted with her dry mouth. The reassurance struck her at the heart, but she was unable to say much right now as the woman cares for her. She was quite thankful the woman seemed done with her punishment, slowly regaining her senses but not much strength back. Her vision was still quite blurry from the soreness of crying so much. She couldn’t lift her head much either, but she knew distinctly who’s sobbing was in the background. She hoarsely breathes in before squeaking out soft attempts to talk. Her sex was thoroughly soothed to a mere throb, but the damage had certainly made her think twice before whining about it to this woman. Her tongue lolls out as her panties and clasps were pulled away from her body, a final relief she hardly cared she was naked.

As she continued to come, her eyes wander weakly to the side, trying to at least catch a glimpse of the person that really should be doing this. It was like… Natsuki was her lover for the moment. At first it was the tender care that brought her a little back to reality. Kanoe had dealt harsh blows and Miss Saika was soothing them away. It almost completely riddled her mind with confusion.

“... M... iss... S-Saika...”

She knew crying about it would not change anything. Her lover was now bound to this woman completely. The powerful being did not even use the potent seed that had shackled her to her fate. There was no need to use such tactics when Claire's own lover struck her down. Clarice did this on her own will but she could not bring herself to believe that. This was her fault. Her lover did this because she is doomed to serve this monster till the very end. It just hurt so much to fall so far.

"My a-apologies, Miss Saika..." she calls out with a quaking voice, "I did so much harm to my lover..." She slowly rises and walks towards the two women. The witch blinks back tears as she sees Claire's body still twitching and releasing the sexual tension that she had built up. She felt almost jealous that Natsuki was the one soothing the woman's pains and not her alone. She should be the one that her lover would rest on.

Kanoe sits on her knees beside her lover's quivering form. Her eyes were lowered causing a few stray strands of raven black hair to fall before her face. Her hands shiver as they reach and gently take Claire's hand in her own. She rests her other hand on top, gently stroking to let the woman know she was right here by her side. "I'm so sorry, my love," she says softly, "I..I understand if you choose not to forgive me." Keeping her eyes lower, she gives a slight bow, "Thank you Miss Saika for forgiving my lover and allowing her to serve you by my side. Umm...will she...recover? I do not know the extent of the damage I caused."

The woman just lied there in a weak shadow of her former self. She was tired, exhausted, and further more... her folds were throbbing tenderly and hurt even to Natsuki's touch and yet the pleasure of it all was over-riding her clear sense of pain. She weakly groans as Miss Saika directs her attention in denouncing Kanoe for her fruitless efforts in helping her lick her wounds. She knew she should be upset.

Her shuddering hand was lifted into a soft and gentle touch she recognized to be her lover. Her head was resting against Natsuki's chest, which gave her minimal sight to use. She wouldn't dare try to lift her head for fear of causing more pain to herself. Even the gentle had sent static electricity through both of their hands and causes her to hiss weakly until it subsided. A tingling sensation fluttered down her hand and into her arm and elbow.

"K... Ka-Kanoe..." she says simply, trying to say more but other words fell on deaf ears. She couldn't explain how she felt towards Kanoe. Her mind was in a continual haze of doubt and lust. She was lucky enough to know up and down right now. But her thoughts of Kanoe were being altered. She hurt her severely in her punishment and had just hesitantly tended to her wounds. It was stupid of her to think Kanoe would intentionally hurt her. She should know that… but for now, it was just a mix of confusion and bliss. Her mind was deteriorating with each passing moment of being ‘tended’ to.

"I-it's... ok-oka-okay..."

The thought of Shokushu tending to Claire's wounds did little to comfort her. If she had caused such damage to force her lover to a hospital bed she may have shattered into pieces in pain. Her lover's hand stings a bit as electricity lightly pops her skin. It helped soothed herself as well as her love as she feels the tension and twitching muscles slowly calm down beneathe her touch.

Her eyes could not help but wander along the glistening form of Clarice. She drank in the sight as she moves down the woman's body and sees the twiching folds and puddle of juices gathered between the mystic's thighs. The sensation of heat and need wells up in her at the erotic sight. But at the same time pain and jealousy pangs at her gut at the thought of Natsuki tending to her lover like a pet. She bites down on her lip and lowers her gaze once more.

The witch gave a small nod to Natsuki's words. Hearing Claire's stuttering words did little to convince the guilt she felt. Her heart felt heavy as she watches the beautiful golden hair slowly be braided perfectly behind the woman's head. To other students it will look like a beautiful braid but Kanoe will know it for what it truly was, a sign of ownership. At the end of Natsuki's orders, she could only nod her head in compliance as the golden clasp was locked at the end of Claire's braid.

"Y-Yes, Miss Saika. I will... Train her to become the servant you desire..." The witch kept her head lower to hide the glistening tears in her eyes. The being was cruel, meticulous in her acts. The very bond that kept her and her lover strong was now being used as shackles to keep them from fighting back. Any act of rebellion, any failure will cause harm to their significant other. The worst part was her lover was now to be considered below her. Still a servant to Natsuki but below her in rank. She was to be a mentor, teach her own lover how to be a slave, a servant, a pet.

She rises to her feet, gently stroking Claire's hand a final time before moving to the discarded dress. The witch left behind the soil undergarments and lays the folded clothes beside her lover. Kanoe returns to stroking and doing her best to soothe her lover. She could only wait to see how her lover will react to all this. Claire was always a prideful woman. The witch never saw the woman below anyone before, much less herself.

Clarice stutters a soft whimper of disproval to being of the lowest class, but she nods in compliance despite her pride screaming. She had no choice in the matter after she hears the clasp to her braid was done and over with. Her voice meant nothing now. Her self-esteem seemed to hit rock bottom. She wasn't even equal to her lover anymore. She would cry if she had any tears left.

She strains to ask Natsuki to just end her persistent body and its climax. It was draining what little strength she had and left her to even shudder weakly in a continual orgasm that didn't seem to want to end. She just wanted a sane mind and understand clearly.

The braid she now wore seemed quite heavy, but in a more mentality state then physical. She couldn't help but not even look at Kanoe, feeling quite lesser then the woman she loved anymore. Was she truly such a worthless woman after all? It seems the doubts in such a broken state were easier to accept. She felt lower then dirt, hardly happy in knowing the fact she could stay with Kanoe. Now she couldn't even be herself without Natsuki possibly watching over them like a hawk. It was a horrible nightmare she stuck in.

"It.... hurts... b-but... i-it's kind of... f-funny... that was... t-the only thing I-I couldn't... give to you... K-Kanoe... heh... I-I guess th-this is the l-last thing I c-can give... and... that's okay..."

It was the least she could do to ease Kanoe as she could. She still sounded like a blubbering idiot, but her words were sincere in her hollow state of mind. It was really the only thing she wasn’t able to give Kanoe… her pride seems to be the very thing that Natsuki wanted and would have. Without her pride as a person let alone a witch… Clarice felt right at home being called a servant around the powerful woman and her lover. Without pride… she was basically being turned into a shell of her former self. But at least she could dream and hope for a better life after this. To know Kanoe cared but wouldn’t be able to show it normally anymore.

Her body shakes in utter misery, such a pathetically gritted smile as she tries to compose herself was such a sad attempt in accepting her role as a lower person.

She had never seen Claire like this before. The witch could see the will to fight crumpling away into nothing as the woman tried to speak to her. Her lover was turning into a servant right before her eyes. Kanoe could do nothing more than watch. Her hand reached out to stroke her Claire's cheek only to be called back to assist Natsuki in dressing the defeated woman.

The dark witch did her best to hide any sniffles and weak sobs of pain as she holds her lover up on her feet. The woman was suffering enough. Claire did all this just so they could be together. The least she could do is try and be happy, try to be glad that they will be together forever.

Her lover's clasp was adorned with a similar jewel as her own, giving them both a similar look with their black and golden braids and matching silver and gold clasps. The woman was reclothed in the pale white gown. The outfit would have made Claire seem less of a servant if it were not for the lost gaze in the woman's eyes. This was something she did not want to get used to but could do little about it. She just hoped that her lover could pull through this.

Kanoe's cheeks flush gently at Natsuki's words. The sight was erotic and it did bring heat rising in the depths of her being. But she would not admit that ever. Seeing her lover so helpless and in pain was not something she wanted. The witch trembles at being referred to as Claire's mistress. The poor mystic was being reminded over and over that she was the servant and that she was to be the superior in this relationship. Her fears only grew as she watches the large phallus slide through the gaping mouth and came to full erection. Her mouth opens as if to protest but she immediately shuts it and lowers her gaze. Shaking hands slowly lifts the skirt of her dress as she awaits to see what Claire will do. 'I'm so sorry' was the only thought that ran through her mind as she closes her eyes to hide her tears.

She couldn't help what she did in her miserable state. In light of Kanoe's efforts to comfort her as best as she could, she pulls away immediately as Kanoe tries to caress her cheek. No more touching... she didn't want to be touched anymore. That would only make reality worse for her with the sense of touch in her mind. It would make it impossible for her to just simply slip away peacefully and do as commanded. But even that only made her shake horribly with soft whimpers of woe and misery.

She struggles to get onto her feet as white robes adorn her shaking form beneath it. It did little to comfort the hard mental blows she took and has yet to even muster a protest to it all. Her eyes had dimmed a very sickly green color that left one wondering if she truly was healthy or not. Which in fact, she felt dead inside and for the sake of what? To be with a woman hasn't even contributed half of what she's had to do in their love. It made her feel sick and ugly inside to think badly of Kanoe... but this had become such a give and take relationship, Clarice had nothing left to give. All that was needed now was for Kanoe to say she doesn't love her anymore and put the blonde mystic in a position she couldn't get out of.

After being dressed, her clasp had an added detail to it that seemed similar to Kanoe's. She could only assume it was the final touch. She wasn't surprised of being commanded to get on her hands and knees again. Natsuki's pulsing member seemed to have an undeniably large girth to it. Her aches and pain seemed to just slip away as her mind goes blank for moments at a time. She just wanted to go to that 'happy place'. Her eyes were sore from the overworked tears staining her cheeks again and again. They drip softly onto the pavement and as she moves they drip onto Kanoe's feet.

Miss Saika commanded her to satisfy them both as if that were the only thing she was meant for now. She was just to be a slut who was willing to please; such a fitting ending to a long and hard fight of keeping her sanity and pride intact. She didn't dare look at either of them in the face, afraid that somehow they both would haunt her forever. Even Kanoe, whether she was suffering or not, had caused such a blow to the mystic, it was hardly worth looking at the woman to see what her expression was. She loved her despite the pain and overwhelming misery that continued to beat her down. She felt so hopeless and pathetic.

Her body ached and cried for rest, but she had a task to do. Her sobbing ceased as her hot and stuttering breath brings themselves to her lover’s folds. She seemed to be fading away into fantasy, a place she had always held dear to her. Though her being was completely sore and numb to pain, she knew her folds were throbbing inside from the electrical shocks that had received. A dry tongue slips over Kanoe's clit before it moistens slowly. She didn't need a completely working mind to know how Kanoe worked. And thanks to the continual torture and torment she received from other monsters, she knew how a cock worked as well. With a shaky arm the only thing holding her up on her lowered posture; it hesitates to touch the phallus Natsuki had let out in the open. But shakily it begins to work on the length itself at first and then slowly works its way to the tip. She paid special care to the blunt tip for someone lost in her own world.

Her movements were not robotic as she appeared to be, smoothing her lover’s folds with her saliva and the possible addition of nectar already gathering. Soon after Kanoe was well lubricated, she switched to Natsuki's phallus and replaced her lips to Kanoe's folds with her other hand. She didn't even hesitate before taking soft and gentle licks to the blunt tip of Miss Saika's cock. She simply closes her eyes as the salty water from her cheeks continue to just fall with soft 'drip' onto Kanoe's foot. There was nothing left for her to give except to just simply obey and be treated as a dog. Tears begin to hurt as they fall as well. It just didn't seem anything could comfort her at this point. She just wanted to curl up into a ball and die. Maybe then she could find peace.