Previously


It was bad enough that her days are filled with a number of tasks she had no interest in doing but now she had the most troublesome day of her life. Not even a few days had passed since giving that Arab bimbo the standard tour to suddenly find herself standing in the Headmaster's office. Technically she was not in any trouble but being called to his office was trouble enough. He mentioned how he was told that she gave authorization for Cala to leave the island. Of course this did not fly and the new student remained right where she was but now she was dragged into this mess.

The standard 'No sir's and 'Yes sir's were said in all the right places. He knew she would not do something so stupid but here she was in his office. One order was given that sent a shiver down her spine. Vera found herself undressing before this man and taking her 'reward' for her loyalty. That disgusting man had claim to her. Oh how she was going to make that damn brat pay!

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The lights flickering in her room suddenly brought her back to reality. Her anger made her magic flare just enough to manipulate the light around her. A book of the occult was open before her on her desk, remembering that time in the office must have distracted her. One of the first bits of advice given to students by their peers was to never cross a Head Girl or a Prefect. Cala did much more than merely cross her this time.

Vera leans back in her chair, looking around her room. As a Head Girl, she did not stay in the dorms but high up in one of Shokushu's lavished towers. The penthouse suite did remind her much of the expensive hotel rooms she stayed in during her short business trips with her family. The living room second as an office, having a desk to handle her work and deal with appointments. A large leather couch was before a giant flatscreen television. Of course she only had it to show off her luxury and to keep track of what was happening back on Earth. A glass sliding door led into a balcony that gave a view of the campus, it's luscious forests, and the crashing waves hitting the beach. But what this suite had was perfect privacy, no one could bother her here besides appointments and the occasional call from the labs or the Headmaster. It was perfect.

Smiling faintly, she knew Cala would coming hunting for her soon enough. Since the woman tried to use her name for her benefits, she took the liberty of using her title and convincing the school nurse that the poor little addict was taking advantage of the nicotine patches she recieved. With that, staff went into Cala's room and took away her monthly dose and the nurse was to refuse to give the woman anymore without authorization. Vera remembered quite well how frantic that Arab can be for cigarettes and nicotine, revenge can be oh so sweet.

A past troublemaker was due for her punishment which Vera had waiting down at the lower floors. The young student was dressed in the standard uniform but wore a small collar with a leash that tied both her wrists together. With her focus on dealing with the one who used her name in vain, she offered the poor student a way out of punishment by merely waiting downstairs and escorting Cala to her room. Of course her punishment would not be so lenient for Cala. Sometimes it can be nice being a Head Girl.

Like the thunderstorms of the Midwest I passed through the doors leaving the flustered, good for nothing, the prophet rot her soul nurse behind. At least I had gotten one thing from her; it was that meddling head girl Vera that was not letting me have more patches without checking in with her. Well I knew where the thrice cursed flea bag lived and that was that. Howling like the wind of the storm I felt like, I stomped my way from the room in agitated disgust, the tips of my hair dancing like so many pixies about my face.

The slit in my long skirt flashed the dark legs beneath the fabric and let the air circulate more freely in the fetid heat of the day. If the school could alter their uniform policy for me I could alter it for comfort. Instead of the blue head scarf I had been issued I wore a green one for solidarity to my Muslim sisters in Iran. About the right sleeve of my blouse I had added a ribbon of green as well. Nobody would be able to accuse me of not being aware of what was happening in the world at large. I felt thier pain, they like me, had been silenced, their vote annulled.

Already I could feel the lack of nicotine in my blood stream and the resulting restlessness of my nerves. That bitch of an infidel had told me to apply myself…to study but how in the name of the prophet was I going to do that if my hands shook and I could not focus. Cursing with each step, I entered the private hall that held the doors to the private elevator. The signs clearly posted for all to read that only those students with clearance of the head girl would be allowed in this hallowed place. No loitering said others as if I would want to.

It was a non to subtle difference that spoke volumes about those ‘privileges’ she had spoken of and with the pain in my ass from the bad spring in my bed I harbored other illusions as to what might be in store for my eyes at the top of the dorms tower. Perhaps the biggest surprise as the girl at the elevator doors who quickly looked away once I moved towards her.

The school uniform was standard issue except for the black leather collar upon her neck and the attached leash that wove about her wrists effectively tying them in front of her. Smiling I looked at the girl and barked…

“Woof” watching her grimace and then grin. Some people were really into kinky shit but this was crazy.

The young student fumbles at the elevator controls, opening the door for Cala. Somemore fumbling and the two were going up the several floors of the tower. Her cheeks were slightly flushed in embarassment that she has to be seen like this. Of course she was still grateful to have this easy way out of punishment.

The elevator dinged and opened, allowing the girl to lead the fuming Arab woman to Vera's door. She knocked quietly before opening, the door was already unlocked. "Miss Matsumoto, Cala is here to see you." she said meekly, keeping her eyes lowered.

Vera looks up from her book, placing a bookmark in before closing it. "You may go," she replied, allowing the girl to flee to safety. She brushes a few strands of hair away from her face before gazing at the obviously disgruntled woman. "I see you are still keeping to your heritage. Most have to make appointments to see me but you seem to be having an emergency. So, what brings you to my office, Cala?"

She knew exactly why this little brat was here. The source of Cala's addiction was now in her hands. She preferred to control this one through other means but this was punishment not recruiting. It was not like she had any use for this annoying pest. This was nothing more than getting rid of a cause of her troubles or at least make the trouble grovel at her feet.

It amazed me to no end how the diminutive and shy girl seemed to fumble about as she tried to get the elevator working. If that infidel Vera had planned it she had done well to take the edge from my anger. Still tapping my foot I waited for what seemed forever for the elevator to clear the levels to the very top of the building. Unlike other elevators I had been in this one had carpet and what looked like real wood. I could hear the sound of change ringing in my ear at what cost more to equip than my poor room.

Kicking off my shoes and socks I let my bare feet feel the plush carpet, surprised at the supple softness. Doing so helped the time go by and before I could really enjoy my surroundings the bell sounded and the doors opened out upon the same plush carpet in a small vestibule. Marble decorated the walls and within the alcove niches on each side hung paintings, real ones and well done. In one corner a potted plant grew green against the otherwise light marble and overhead the fancy round window with its lattice work of iron let the light in to dance upon the walls.

The door opened, a familiar face looking up from a book. That she looked good and well rested was an understatement. Her full lips held but a dash of color to embolden them, her well manicured fingers drummed lightly upon the cover of the book indicating perhaps she was not as happy to see me as the tone of the her sultry voice might imply. Ignoring the other girl and her dismissal I strode in long purposeful strides, the skirts bottom flaring wider with my sudden movements. Not only had I unraveled the side seam, but I had put small weights in the hem so it would lie flatter unless I moved…and then it would swish more radically than normal.

“Yes, heritage is important…of course not having received a delivery of the promised uniforms like everyone else wears is indicative of your ability to keep a promise…but that is not why I am here. It seems you somehow finagled and change to my FUCKING Medicine.” I yelled the word emphasis the edge I felt as I leaned upon the front of her desk with balled fists and looked down upon her soft white features. She did not stand a chance sitting here in her fancy tower room with all its smooth and wonderful textures. I was mad…I was envious….I wanted what she had and what she had taken from me. Fucking infidel.

With a ding the elevator doors closed behind me in the distance. The guest was gone.

"Now you are just looking for more excuses to hate me. You already claimed to wish to wear your father's uniforms like a good little girl so there was no point in me sending you more. Also you have your own legs to walk over to the campus store and order your own, you certainly have the mouth to make those demands."

She sighs softly. The Head Girl could feel the heat, the emotion of hate radiating from the young beauty. The small changes to the uniform did not break any rules and made the gown more exotic as it sways and swish with Cala's every step. It was a pleasant change. It was unfortunate the woman's attitiude had not improved.

"Do watch your tongue. Remember what I taught you before about making a hissy fit and making demands? I already did what was necessary with the tour so I have no use for you now. But I must congratulate you on leading me to believe you would actually try to attend class. The only one who has lied is yourself dear and you soiled my name with your selfish desire. And what medicine?" She smirks faintly, "You had no medicine prescribed. Nicotine is a drug. It is no ones fault but your own that you are so reliant on it. As I said before, become trouble and you will have various privileges taken from you. Since this was not life threatening, the staff agreed with my actions."

Vera folds her fingers infront of her, her eyes gleaming with amusement. Her uniform was neatly pressed and cleaned as always. As far as she was concerned, Cala had no power and attempted to pretend she did. A foolish attempt. This punishment could last as long as she wants. No one was going to support an addiction. Cala could only get a patch from one person now, the one she caused trouble for.

Lied….me… Lied….

“Oh is that so” I bellowed, leaning even closer to get into her personal space. Her smug attitude did more an more to infuriate me as her eyes seemed to dance in mirth and she refused my challenge. “I suggest you get fucking your sources of information checked. I’ve been to every class and have in the last two days caught up on the week of missed summer session from before I got here. Knowing that I would love to know what crawled up your ass and died cause it has your fucking panties in a wad. I did not lie…I did not miss class…I did not cut class early…I did not run in the halls and I am wearing the stupid lame uniform I was told to wear. So why don’t you go fuck your families camel, I want the fucking patches.”

There in the middle of her expansive desk sat the cell phone, probably another perk of the office…she could get off her ass and dial the number. If she didn’t I might have to get violent and dial it for her. It wouldn’t be the first time some stupid whore got what she deserved. The painful moist trickles of blood awoke me to the realization that I have my hands clenched so tight my nails had dug into my palms. I still couldn’t figure out how this infidel could get me so wound up.

The tactic was not working so I backed off, stood up straight in front of the desk and crossed my arms under my full chest to glare back at her. Ok, so she had a bigger chest and while I had thought about a little plastic surgery in the future I did not want to be lugging around watermelons like hers. Yeah…I would get her on camera getting fucked…put her and all her fancy trapping back in the box they deserved to be in.

“SO, do I get the FUCKING patches or what?”

"Yes, you have attended classes and currently have passing grades in your classes like a good little student," she replies cooly, "Do you really think I would not know what you did? You went straight to the headmaster making another foolish demand, this time using my name for your own selfish benefits. How do you expect to pass your classes if you are not attending them, brat?"

"Now I suggest you back off before I decide to use a punishment worthy of your actions," she continued evenly, "You disappoint me. How dare you even suggest my name in vain to the Headmaster. The uniforms, the grades, none of that matters if you do not attend class. I had already told you that if you leave, your father will know and you will also fail. You lied to me about wanting to excel and your punishment is light. This will not kill you, it is just a tiny patch afterall. Fail to be a good little girl and you lose benefits, it is as simple as that dear."

"I grow weary of your presence. I had already told you to watch your language. You lack self control and discipline. The world does not revolve around you, brat. Until you start making improvements, your patches will no longer be available to you. Cutting it out completely is a form of rehabilatation so you may even thank me in the end for this boon," she smiles faintly, "Now if there is nothing else, get out. This time, be a good student without sneaking behind my back or else I can assure that your four years will make what your father put you through look like a day in the park. You want my position and power, you will have to earn it just like I did. Right now your chances of ever reaching me is zero until you straighten up your act. Due to your rebellious act and blatant disrespect to me, you will be moved into another students room so I suggest you start packing. Now get out of my sight."

The book was closed on the matter. There was no reason to ever give in to this one's demands. She will gladly ensure that these four years will be as painful as possible. The withdrawals would last anywhere from weeks to months. After that, she will continue to play with this stupid girl until there is nothing left but a sniffling baby. Cala angered the wrong Head Girl.

Arianna had been working away in the student common room, not looking around at anyone, letting her dark hair fall over her face as she read her book. She had already forgotten about her attack, her mind, unwilling to comprehend what had happened, had simply blotted it out, having woken up that morning to selective memory loss. The school nurse had suggested resting and getting on with her every day life, it would come back to her one day.

After having read for a while, she stood up, stretched, though not overly so due to the school uniform she wore, gathered up her things, and started out of the common room, a bit like Violet from the Incredibles, shy, quiet, withdrawn.

Getting back to her room she saw that another bed had been added to her room, her own pushed to the side. She frowned, wondering what was going on, and why she hadn't been informed, but knew that it wasn't her place to object. Fixing the room so that the new roomie had space to put her things, she sat down on her bed, picked up her hairbrush, and started pulling it through her long dark locks, her mind a pleasant blank slate. It was how she liked it, no thoughts, no ideas.

The odd couple (thread with Arianna)

Shit...I could feel the swing from calm humor to anger rail against my own psyche and adding fire to my own searing hatred. This had not been my intent upon entering this room...I..I felt like I was PMSing. Felt like I was being crushed under the weight of anger and pending Violence. It was true I hated not having the upper hand, but I also hated the lack of communication the inability to somehow come to the civil understanding. This was just fucked up and the right thing to do was probably to walk out that door as directed...but I rarely did what I was supposed to.

Turning I took two steps and counted silently to 10. Then I sat in the chair facing her desk. Heat flared along my body and I swallowed hard to keep from reacting. I really needed the nicotine and this bitch was never going to understand. None of them did.

“Sorry, but….I’m trying…I go to class…I went to the headmaster, told him that you said to go to him if I wanted to go home. I had to try…to see what my options were in this fucked up mess…shit…sorry” I looked up and stood up to her remorseless gaze. There was a reason she was a head girl, I knew that now..knew that we both wanted to end up on top.

“I don’t know what you want out of me…how I can prove myself…I am sitting here on a camel with no crop, no reigns and being told to go in a certain direction. Cutting the patches off will not help…I need them…need them more than you can ever imagine cause they cut off the fucking weight of the world from my shoulders. I can function, I can concentrate. If you really want me to do well in school here I need them…please…just tell me what I have to do…tell me how I can help. I admit that I want what you have…that now I know I am here I will make the best of it…I will be the best and nobody not even you will stop me. But I would rather work with you than against you. “ my voice quivered at the last, hands shaking I folded them in my lap to try and conceal how badly I had the shakes and how much concentration it was taking to just remain still and not slap the hateful bitch clean across the face.

With how Cala's aura of emotions flared like fire, she was almost expecting to have to defend herself. The woman seemed frantic and about to do something drastic. Why did she have to end up dealing with these sorts of characters?

Vera could never understand how addicting the drug is and how it effected Cala. But one thing she did know is as long as she had control of it, she had control of this shivering girl. It was not a form of control she preferred but it will have to do for now until this one learns to behave. Sometimes you just have to use the choke chain before moving to the collar.

"You were on the patch when you made these decisions and choices. Your thoughts were clear as you snuck behind my back and try to leave despite the several warnings I gave you. I was lenient on your behavior despite multiple acts of disrespect," she spoke with a complete chilling calmness, her mind was clear and centered as she focused on how to deal with this woman.

"To show you a mercy would only prove that I will let such actions pass. You are right, you are nothing more than a camel now. Instead of learning and focusing on improving yourself, you decided it would better to be a wild animal so the school shall treat you like one. If there was a position below student, you would be that in my eyes right now. I am disappointed that you prefer to waste this opportunity and your potential for a cheap fling." She leans back in her chair as she considers Cala for a moment. "If you cannot function and learn properly without your precious patch, I suggest you start showing me how important that and your education is to me right now. I am sure you have been practicing for your big show. Show me how submissive you can be to your superior and perhaps, I will help you climb back out of this hole you dug yourself into."

It was difficult to say if Vera was actually doing this to help the woman or merely doing this for her own entertainment. There was potential but that could be said about any student who attends this school. She was beautiful and though it was a unique exotic look with the dark skin, there were several girls on the island who could compete with such alluring traits. There was no reason to give special privileges to someone who was just like the other rebellious students or perhaps worse than them.

The radiating heat of anger simmered just below a sense of detached calm. Focusing on the calm I breathed and caught my own centering rush of emotion. Nervously tapping my foot in the white and black saddle shoes I awaited the proverbial hammer. The wait was not long in coming though confusing in both emotion and words. The anger still simmered below the exuding calm but with it came the sweet tinge of lust and a wall of smugness.

She held the cards, this women behind her fancy desk in her fancy uniform. Not only did she hole the cards she held the entire deck. That was the smugness….I tired hard to force her emotions from me, tried to find the edge were mine was mine and hers was hers but could not. There was no black line, no easy division for me…one fed the other and swirled around me in confusion that forced me to run a gamut of emotion, to reflect back what she gave me. Despair…hope…those were mine and I fervently latched on to them in the maelstrom that threatened to swamp me.

“I…I am sorry…I don’t ask for mercy only understanding…only knowledge of how to move forward. I am trying to tell you if there was another way I would do it….but the smoking….the fucking nicotine is all that gets me sanely through the day. I feel you….and me all mixed up. Sorry…please can I have the patch.”

Groveling was not something I did well, and I felt I had submitted….submitted to her and fathers will by still being here and going to class as much as it grated on me to do so. Dropping my gaze I felt my brown hair fall forward, I held out my hands cupped as If about to receive a drop of precious water and waited…hoping …the past sucked…the future would be better.

It was small but she knew things had to begin somewhere. Still had to work on that sharp tongue of hers though. Vera rose to her feet and slowly walks around her desk, fingers trailing gently along the smooth wooden surface. Her job was to ensure the students keep in line but they always promoted having fun with it and this was her new toy to play with.

She circles behind Cala and with a finger pushes the back of her head forward should she try to raise her gaze. It was still early for treats but it was difficult to read this woman when there seemed to be odd echoes of emotion reflecting from this one. "As I said before," she said as she parts what hair was covering the back of Cala's neck, "You act like an animal we will treat you like one until you prove yourself otherwise," she finger lightly traces a small circle on the spot the patch would be before placing one there allowing that precious chemical seep into the Arab's being.

She held her finger there for a few moments before pulling away. Her foot suddenly sweeps around, kicking the chair leg so it would slide out from under her. "Animals do not sit on the furniture," she continued cooly, "Now that the nicotine is back in your bloodstream, tell me what you really want. I will not tolerate you sneaking around behind me again."

Once more Vera circles around so she could stand before the new student. Should any attempt to rise happens, she will simply push her hand down on Cala's shoulder and give a simple command "Sit". With a finger she lifts the woman's chin to look up at her as long strands of silver hair fall before her shoulders. "You are still being punished. I will continue to hold onto your daily patches until I see it fit that you will be a good girl. I am not your father but I do not tolerate wasted potential nonetheless."

The chair squeaks as the head girl gets up and circles me. Desire flows stronger but so does determination the strength of which I hang onto as my hands shake under the strain of withdrawal. Hate seethes outward from around the edges to taint the other emotions that my heart holds sway on. I can feel the blood pulsing in my veins as she stops behind me her presence casting a shadow all about me that makes me want to flee like a rabbit from the fox.

Out of force of will I hold still while she parts my hair and places something sticky and cool against my neck? A rush of sorts takes me…shoulders slump…tenseness I did not realize leaves my muscles. But so to does the detached calm…the colored determination and the simmering desire. I am cut from it and find my own emotions once more. The hate and anger of having to endure her omnipotent power over me and much to my own shock a simmering desire born of days without close human contact. That the finger upon me neck is enough to elicite the response is an absolute surprise. I endeavor to stifle it till my world goes upside down.

Falling….my ass hitting the ground, my head swiveling and then stopping as she controls my every movement from her touch. Flashbacks to an earlier time pass across my vision. My father as he punishes me, his willful pride trying to break me. He had failed and so would she…I only had to play the same game, a familiar one, but one nevertheless that left me filled with anger and rebellion. I attempt to rise and feel the hand push me back. The beat of my heart reaches up into my throat as red hot anger flares. And then her fingers lift my chin like some penitent child’s to stare at me from those wide full eyes.

A curtain of white air encircle me forcing my world inwards. I stare back, seeing her face between the large mounds that adorn her chest. The perfect body for the industry, talk about wasted talent. I still am uncertain of what she wants of me….am I not doing what needs to be done?

“I….ok…I go through you, but … but if I am not doing something I should be, at least tell me, fuck…I’m taking 18 credit hours and going to class, I don’t understand what you want of me so I might get the patches…they…they help me more than you could ever know. Frankly without them I feel like I’m PMSing” outwardly trembling from holding my anger in check. I did not like sting on the floor humiliating and not being in control. I did not like having to beg like a dog.

“If it makes you feel better I will come in here put on a collar and say woof if it gets me the patch…ok…you win. “ not that I really felt she would take me up on my offer, after all people were better than that, but the point might get made in the offer that I was trying.

"I should not have to tell you something as simple as to not use my name like that ever again. You are in college not grade school. Because I had to is why you sit on the floor right now," fingers lightly trace along Cala's jawline and up her cheek, "You still did not answer my first question. I know your life is more than that patch that is on your neck. Climbing higher, that is what your heated thoughts told me while you shivered from withdraws..."

"You still have yet to control that tongue of yours. I do you expect to ever reach higher if you are too busy lashing out at every little problem you may have?" she sighs softly as she turns to walk back around her desk, her finger lingers on Cala's chin till the very last moment before parting, "I will give you two options, brat. You can continue to live through your punishment, coming to my office every day to beg for your fix and I will assign a chore for you to do. This will continue until I see that you have improved your attitude. Once I am done with you, you will be back to your usual student self trying to finish the rest of your four years."

Vera slides two more patches onto her desk before folding in fingers infront of her. "Or if you are really interested in improving and reaching higher, I can assign a more important task for you where you will see me every three days or when I call for you. As a freshman, your options are limited but you have an entire school year to impove your attitude and that filthy mouth of yours. A Head Girl is able to promote five Prefects and currently I am looking for those who are willing to excel above and beyond common people. The deal will remain on the table until I fill the slots. Do well enough and I may leave one slot open for you, assuming you get your act together."

Sighing softly, she pulls her hair back letting the silver strands fall and come to rest against the small of her back. "The choice is yours. You have your daily fix and I am tired of hearing you whine. If you are not interested, the door is behind you."

“You….” I clamped up not certain if I even wanted to go there. But…but if it was true she knew. She knew the strange feelings that stirred in my belly. She knew the hate I felt at having to grovel. She knew the juxtaposition of both of those emotions; a dichotomy of feeling that seemed so alien to me. Yet if she knew those things she would also know that I had realized that my only way out was to graduate…and I wanted what she had. Wanted it so bad I could taste the tang of it in my mouth.

“You read my mind?!” question and fact all in one. My eyes wide I stared at her from the floor, forgetting the deal, the greater issue being forefront on my mind. The power…the strangeness of her actions. “if you can” my voice a whisper, “then fuck no…you couldn’t be able to. People can’t” but I was none to certain. A knife twisting in my head, uncertain of what might be here…what might be among the student body. Had she…yes she not said that all of us had capability…had what it took to get here and be in this campus body. Were we all freaks?

For the first time I saw the thing I tried to hide behind the smoke of my habit as freakish…I had not wanted it…did not want it. It confused me and only with the haze of smoke still swirling around me had it gone away. The patch also worked much to my joy. My hands no longer shook…I could feel normal things.

“Am I a freak too…is that why you are so hard on me so far?” I was no longer on her lines, no my mind raced down its own tangent, my heart speed up…my body tensed not certain I wanted to know the truth of what I might be and why I might be hear. She knew…she had to know. By the prophet in heaven was this how she managed to hold all the cards.