She appreciated the honesty as Narrisa admitted failure. It was only a first try but time was passing. Kanoe said nothing, allowing the woman to return to concentrating once more.

Time passed as Kanoe continued her quiet study and Narrisa remained focused on the task at hand. It was closing in on the first hour. The witch was not expecting any breakthrough but it was always good to put some pressure to help give more drive to the woman's goal. She slipped from her chair and circled around to where the young student sat. It was time to add another lesson to the mix.

Her fingers lightly slipped over Narrisa's ear lobes, easing the fingers away as she began to softly caress and stroke the soft flesh. "Your time is up dear," she whispered in a soothing tone, not stopping the slow strokes, "Open your eyes and tell me what you see." Part of her was wishing for the woman's success, but part of her wanted the woman to fail so she could learn more about this dark skinned beauty.

It was a surprise to Narissa as she could suddenly feel her hand being forced away. She had bee so eager to wrap herself in her previous level of focus that the sounds of the woman's steps escaped her. Her hand curling in defeat. But what replaced them soon had her dropping her guard.

Her time was up.

The way Kanoe caressed her ear had her slightly tilting her head towards it as if it was her own. The fingers moving soothingly and languid over it. With her command, Narissa slowly opened her eyes, her mind not so set on seeing if she could catch a strange new circuitry in the room or the carpet or her chair, but more focused on Kanoe's hand.

"I . . I see. . . " It looked in her peripheral like a spiders thread had been floating next to her, wafting on the breeze of the air conditioning, even though she didn't know it was on. But the second she tried to focus on it, the threads or thread simply vanished into the dark corner of the room.

" . . . .Nothing . . ." It was said more reluctance more than anything as she wasn't even sure what it was or if it was just her mind trying to find something. But even now it wasn't there anymore, as much as she had wished she could see.

"I . . .think it was just in my imagination."

Feeling Narrisa's head tilt into her stroking fingers revealed that this was a bit more than just a habit. The woman did seem relaxed, almost docile. For a moment, it seemed as if the student was picking up on something. Perhaps she was close to finding the answer.

"Perhaps it was or perhaps it was not," she said softly, "But an hour has passed and you claim to have not seen mana yet. Now it is time for you to fulfill your agreement. I want you to relax and remember what those creatures did to you. Tell me slowly and leave not one detail out, nothing."

The dark witch did not stop stroking the woman's lobes. Her voice remained soft and soothing, showing no disappointment for not achieving mana sight in the alotted time. There was always the next hour. But for now, this woman was hers to play with.

A click seemed to go off in her mind when she heard her request . . .more like peeling back a weakly healed scab. Hesitance was something she couldn't help as her mind went on her only most recent one. The very same one that had her seeking out Kanoe's aid afterwards.

"I . . . Threatened to kill it, " her mind working backwards as she thought of the troubleing things, the phantom now seeming to rewaken with a new vigor as she took her opposite hand and began rubbing her index finger to her temple.

"He . . .it . . .Just used me and left . . . . there was nothing I could do about it . . . . I was trapped before I even knew there was a cage around me." Her fingers began rubbing away the incesstant buzzing that was suddenly growing at her temple. But her mind was too preoccupied.

"I . . . I just suddenly had the strongest urge to go hiking, like how I did back home when I was still allowed. I went right after class . . . But I knew something just didn't feel right, I just knew without even knowing why or how . . . It was, " her mind flashed with the memories as if she was reliving it in fastforward again, remembering her helplessness, how she didn't have a chance.

"Even during it . . . I couldn't even tell what were mine or what he tried tuning me to be at the moment, " she muttered, splaying her fingers over her face as she closed her eyes again. "It wasn't just mental control on how and what i could feel, it was like being a prisoner in my own body. How I could feel it crawling over every inch of my skin and mind and I couldn't even swat it away . . . My mind, ugh. Ever since I can't quiet out the feeling. Two weeks now. . ."

For now, she didn't recall the last mental creature that took joy at peeling open not just her clothes but the doors to her mind, but this seemed to be the strongest reaction she was acting on.

"I swore to kill it . . . I know it may have been stupid but . . ."

"Shhhh..." she hushed softly, "No need to become flustered. You are letting your thoughts wander. The creature was doing something to you and it is generally the same target as all creatures. Battles of the mind will have to wait as even I have little defense against it. But not all of them are psychics and will still wear away at your mind and will."

Her fingers slide away from the woman's ears and down infront of Narrisa's chest. "They will start by either heating you up or stripping you down," her fingers stroke over the student's blouse, gently cupping the woman's breasts, "Tell me, have you had sex before these events occurred. And... Have you had sex since these attacks?"

Kanoe smiled faintly. She was a virgin much like several of the students on the island. Not only was that taken from them, but their lives were thrown into a world of lust and desire that can quickly become intoxicating. Her fingers squeeze a bit harder as she massaged the woman's chest, gradually removing the buttons of her blouse one by one. "Tell me how it felt when the monster began to play with your body.."

Was she really getting so flustered? Narissa bit the inside of her lip as she stopped herself from continuing on. She had to concenrtrate. Kanoe's admittance of not being able to harm much of ability against the very thing she wished to defend herself against. She had to calm down and not get so--

Narissa gasped as she broke from her thoughts and felt Kanoe's hand clasping her pale fingers on the front of her blouse. Her earlier assumption on their nimbleness were proven true as she felt the digits test the supple flesh beneath bra and shirt. No . . . Narissa wasn't flustered before. Now though, a steady build up of red began to faintly color her cheeks, making her pick up a more reddish russet than before as she hung on every words that Kanoe spoke on the creature's many tactics and method, her mind reminding her as well with the sound of her pulse building up a quicker tempo.

She sat immobilized by the witch's sudden 'reassuring' touches as she stared at a button slip pass another hole, opening up the creamy color of her bra to peak from behind the shirt.

"I," was all Narissa could speak before the second part of her deal came up. If this one didn't feel run close to home, nothing would.

"Sex? No . . . It was my first here." Her thoughts skimmed over how close the pool was to these dorms and hald-wondered how much of the chlroine and filters clean up of that night. Narissa could feel herself breathing deeper now, warming up even from the memories as Kanoe made her drudge up more.

A hiss of air escaped her hen she could feel Kanoe's fingers squeaze round her orb, her mind instantly switching back to the last hands that touched them.

"Once . . . It wasn't really sex, but . . ." She panted, taking a moment before she was able to compose herself. "But . . . We both needed it. We were able to help eachother," she said, trying not to concentrate on Kanoe's very flustering fingers. But by now, her voice was already fighting to keep from sounding huskier when she answered her last question.

"They . . . Made me feel . . ." her legs rubbed together, forbidding that little flame from awakening.

A time she was hazed and dazed, left to find her own way back.
A memoryless evening in the locker room cornered.
A supposed rally with friends. . .
A sensous capture and defeat in her own room . . .

Even if at the end, most of her encounters had been on a negative feel . . . But Narissa could not deny during, each and every time it happened . . .

"They . . . Made me feel insane with pleasure . . ."

There was no hint of shame at the whispered words . . .More of . . .an acceptance that there was nothing she could do about it then.Lying wouldn't change the fact that they all ended up having her screaming to heavens. . . In order for someone to climb up, they at least needed to know what bottom rung they wwere in to deal with and continue .. .

The woman was no doubt uncomfortable from such a forward approach. But Narissa remained loyal and continued to try and answer her questions. A dark smile spread across her lips as she received the answer she expected. It was obvious the woman enjoyed the pleasure, few could resist it even when they did not want it.

"Yes," she cooed softly, gently pulling the woman's now open blouse down her shoulders "That is how they destroy us, tame us. No matter how much you cry for it to stop, your body begs for more until you find yourself having the very same desire." Fingers trace down Narissa's sides, feeling the smoothness of the black woman's dark skin. Her own heart was pounding harder with in her chest as her luscious mounds gently brush against the back of the student's head.

"Stand up," she ordered softly. The witch guides the woman away from the chair as her fingers stroke the bra covered breasts. "Hold your arms above you, crossing them at the wrist. You will not lower them until I tell you, understand?"

Her luscious mounds press and gently rub against Narissa's back. Her pale fingers found the woman's nipples poking though the bra and began to slowly pinch and twist them before gradually pulling the fabric down and under the wonderful orbs. "Tell me, how do you feel right now Narissa?" Before the woman could answer, teeth lightly nibbled on the dark skinned woman's ear lobe as lips and tongue began to suckle on it.

Narissa felt her self be guided by this student, holding true to her word of not giving any lip to the strange woman. But even Narissa couldn't hide the nervousness of not knowing what the pale woman had in store for her as her fingers traced up her sides. A shiver ran up her spine.

With standing up, Narissa took a few steps from the chair to Kanoe's discretion. With the woman pressed behind her, so close, it was impossible to not feel the warm mounds of her large breast on her upper back. With only her bra on, Kanoe's own barely contained flesh was all that more heated while they pressed into her back.

"Is . . . This another way of being able to see it?" she asked tentavilly, slowly raising her arms to full length above her, her wrist crossed and touching, as per instructions. It was another flustering thing once Kanoe made play with her nipples, easing her own, now pronounced wih her arms positioned, breast as she watched her own chocolate nipples revealed to her. The buds, even not cold, were growing erect with Kanoe's manipulative fingers, the sensation tingling as she tried to make her own hard breathing less noticable.

She still had some form of composure within her as she set forth to answer her question, she even had the first word out until it turned into a sharp gasp. Her right ear was being so pleasently assualted, Narissa's arms almost relaxed down as her elbows bent, her breathing now beyond calm.

"I . . . I feel . . ." With no sign of Kanoe stopping, Narissa found it difficult to think of the words to answer with, with how warm and soft her lips was and how the delicately her teeth nibbled on it, her worrds suffered.

" Feels . . . Good . . ."

It was strange, here she was, almost puddy in this woman's experience, no doubt, hands and she didn't even know what to do with herself.

"Mmm... Pleasure and lust can help with some magicks," she cooed softly, blowing a warm breath into Narrisa's ear, "But this is merely a different lesson. It feels so good that your breasts are firming to my touch, your breathing growing heavier. This experience is still so new to you. You must have been such a good girl before. Now look at you, so very very naughty."

Kanoe's experience with both monsters and students gave her a well known base of understanding how the students' minds work and are gradually worn down. Instead of tentacles binding the woman, she merely commanded Narrisa to hold her arms up. So instead of focusing on struggling and breaking free, the poor woman was left concentrating on obeying her commands. The feeling of helplessness was no doubt creeping on the student as the dark witch pulls the cream colored bra down and under the swollen mounds.

The bra was now pushing the fully revealed mounds leaving them at the mercy of the witch's skillful touch. Fingers stroke just underneathe the tender orbs, awakening the senses as she continued the slow methodic massage. "Monsters know how our bodies work. They know every weak point we have. Your sides, your hips, the back of your neck, your breasts, they are able to find these pleasure points and stroke them in ways that even the most able lover cannot accomplish," as she mentioned each part, her hands or lips would glide over the heated flesh awakening the nerves to her advances. "Some monsters may be already fucking you long and hard in your ass and pussy by now. But others, they will take their time. Wearing away at you until you are wanting it just as much as they do. When that happens, you are their's. You will do anything for them just to feel the intense sensations they can bring to your body. When you are finally left behind, you will know deep down that you enjoyed it and the monster will know this."

Kanoe's fingers were exploring Narrisa's body. The witch listened and felt carefully. For every gasp or shiver, the dark mystic would begin to gnead that tender place before exploring for more. She remained silent as she continued her never ending strokes. Her heated breaths soak into the back of the woman's neck as warm lips seal over the tender bundle of nerves, sucking deeply. Kanoe's nipples were poking through the thin fabric of her black robes, dragging up and down the african american's back with each lustful breath.

Narissa shuddered when she felt Kanoe begin gliding her fingers over every term she murrmered into her ear, her breath warm over the shell of her own ear. Each caress over her breast and how Kanoe's own hardened nipples rubbed against her back was making her feely heavier. Proof in it with her dipping arms, her wrist pressing together just to keep them up.

"But," she whispered back to the witch, turning her head towards her and where her ear became absorbed into her lips, in turn giving her more. " But how do I stop it, fight them . . . If the end is still the same?" Her question seemed to lose their bit of hope in them as she attempted to speak sensibly with all of herself within Kanoe.

"Mmm.." her purrs vibrate gently into the offered lobe, suckling gently, "Endure, you must endure them. Until you grow strong enough. You can claim you want to fight as much as you like. But, do you really want this to stop? You obey me without question, even let me explore your body. You say it's for more power but it seems to be the opposite."

Her teeth sink in lightly to bring a bit of pain to the woman. "Keep those arms up," she whispered, "Did I tell you that you can lower them?" No doubt Narissa's concentration was becoming more and more distracted by her acts. Fingers gently circle around the student's navel while her other hand traced up and down the woman's side giving a teasing brush along a throbbing breast. Kanoe slides up under the woman's armpits and slides forward along side and under the young woman's breasts. Fingers danced over the dark flesh, teasing just around the puffing areolae but never touching the hardened peaks.

"Once they have you, you cannot stop them. Your body is theirs until they grow tired of you. If your magic fails, you are theirs," she whispered, "Just like how you failed this first lesson, you are mine. Have you once thought to fight me since I began doing this to your body, Narissa?"

"I . . ." But there were no words to speak in her defense while she had given the woman her full attention. A sharp nip to her ear had her shoulders hunching to straighten out her arms, the earlobe pulsing all the more with the dulling pain as Kanoe suckled on it.

Narissa could feel herself growing more laxed in her muscles as her blood pulsed within her, her own nipples becoming more excited and ached when Kanoe left them for more southern territory. It was beginning to be more difficult keeping her hands up to sate the sensitive nubs, her fingers only able to fidget above her.

Even if there wasn't much she could do in terms of thinking, receiving the words and only realizing how true they were. It was all a matter of patience . . . All until the day she could be able to do something about. Today was only one stepping stone.

"I wouln't try to stop my teacher . . ."

It was coy, yet reserved . . . An almost choice decision in acceptance were her words. If Kanoe was to teach her, Narissa would be the oh so obedient pupil to this powerful dark mage.

"Mmm... Then do not fight it.." she whispered heatily into Narrisa's ear, "Tell me where you like it. Every moan from your lips better tell me more about your lovely body. My price for tuition is very high, Narrisa. You will have to offer much more than your body if you wish to reach for the dark arts."

Her fingers suddenly pinch down on both nipples, sending both a spike of pleasure and pain through the luscious mounds. She pulled slowly outwards, enjoying the feel of pulsing blood filling the engorged nubs. Kanoe's heart was racing, her own breaths becoming heated and heavy with her own growing arousal. She enjoyed showing her control over others. Already she could feel a tingling growing between her thighs and slowly spreading up into her loins. Yes, this one was almost perfect she ensure this woman will not pull away from her.

The dark witch kisses down Narrisa's neck, letting her hot breaths awaken the senses before placing her lips and tongue over the heated flesh. The student gave her approval but that was already on the table for teaching this first lesson. Through this second lesson she will make this one into more than just her student.

Kanoe's fingers drag slowly over the woman's body. She massaged tender muscles and soft spots alike but would never dwell beyond the student's short skirt. The tips of her fingers would tease as if threatening to enter at any moment but would retreat to stimulate more of the upper body. The touches grew bolder over time, slipping beneathe the waistband but would stop just short of the woman's undergarment. Just like a monster, she was going to tease this one into submission.

Throughout the entire course of this intimate beginnings, Narissa could not feel the raking of her scalp by those mysterious phantoms. Not at least, with all the physical caresses that was giving her so much attention. She couldn't think on what else Kanoe would want with her other than the obvious. She stated that before.

A sharp squeaze surprised her as Kanoe caught her nipples in a painful hold. Narissa groaned as Kanoe continued to pull them away from her, raising her plump breast into the air and hanging them between her fingers and her chest. The sparks and stings she felt shooting from her nipples was only half noticable as she felt soft lips pressed into her back.

The fingers showed mercy as they released her pulsing nipples, already they had grown harder and stood out more prominently from her breast. With her fingers dancing down the side of her body, Narissa could feel herself panting more, her skin feeling awaken and almost like an oven as excited blood travelled through her veins. Another moan escaped her. But she made not a move to try and quench those needy spots on her body, or to feel her hardened nipples rolling in her palm, even when her arms were beginning to grow tired above her, she still kept them up.

But the growing loops and circles that those dasterdly fingers were tracing in and out of her skirt, not even beneath the spandex of her underware, was making her core throb more and more with these teasings, doing nothing to hide a shuddered sigh passed her lips.

The witch began to grind her hip gently against the other woman's body. Her heavy orbs heave and press against Narrisa's back as she let forth her own pleasing purrs. She enjoyed the sight of the inexperienced woman shuddering before her touch. Though she was not the student's first, she was definitely going to teach this one a few things about her dark little world she lived in.

She felt the woman's body tensing up. The anticipation must be driving Narrisa closer to the edge. But her fingers did not move any lower as they continue to tease and stroke the woman's fire through slow methodic motions. Her other hand returned to firmly massaging a pulsing nipple, rolling the nub constantly in between her fingers.

"You have pleased me with your obedience," she cooed softly, "Even after all this time, you control yourself and never lower your arms. You do not push me away, you do not touch yourself, very disciplined. You may make one request my dear Narrisa and perhaps I shall grant it for you."

Her hand slid down over the woman's skirt and down one of Narrisa's smooth thighs. Fingers danced along the soft skin, gently tracing up and down the student's inner thigh. Kanoe did not go much higher than the woman's skirt, testing the waters to see just how ripe this student had become.