The walk was a struggle the entire way for her pet. But gradually the fear lessened. Perhaps her slave knew that the dildos would not allow her to cum. Just as quickly as the fear began to fade, it flared up in the woman's aura once more. Vera smiled softly to herself. Her pet was cautious, knowing that at any moment the test could change and in such an aroused state there would be little resistance left.

Vera unlocked the door to the basement. Her pet had grown more familar with the damp dark labrynth that resides beneathe the school. Of course the slave never went without her mistress's company. The paths seemed endless with twists and turns making it very easy to become lost down here with whatever punishers that lie in wait.

Another door was unlocked and open. Just like many others, the room was pitch black and only some of the lights flickered on when a switch was flipped. "Mmm.." she purred as she turned and gazed at her pet. Fingers squeeze and mold the well aroused breast of her slave. "Seems you are almost ripe," she teased, "Now for your test." A light flashed to life in the middle of the room, illuminating a sort of bondage device. It seemed to be mounted by bending the woman over on top, letting the stomach rest on the cushioned seat. This left both the breasts and sex exposed while there were shackles waiting on both the front and back of the device to securely bind ones ankles and wrists.

"Lay yourself over the seat, slave," she ordered, "Keep your arms infront of you so they may be taken care of." With that, Vera moved to the shadows while her pet obeyed. Once in position she returned as the dildos continued to pump and drill away at the woman's body. She brought a cup of what tasted like water to Cala's lips. "Here, drink. You will need all the fluids you can get," she purred, ensuring the woman drank the entire cup before tending to the device. She pulled out leather straps from below the seat and used them to strap the slave's torso in place. She then snapped solid steel cuffs around the woman's wrists. Instead of a chain the cuffs were attached by a solid bar connecting to the may body of the station, allowing no movement whatsoever. Vera kicked Cala's legs wider until they could be fitted to similar cuffs at the back of the device.

The water had a drug in it to prevent climaxes. It would not last forever but it would serve its purpose for now. The Head Girl turned off the dildos and gave them both a final thrust by her own hand before easing them out of the woman's holes. "The rules remain the same. You must not cum and you must not say anything beyond the words I allowed. I may or may not be watching," she leaned forward to steal a long deep kiss from Cala's lips before gently slapping the woman's cheek, "Prove to me that you are capable of earning my trust again."

Vera said nothing more as the lights suddenly cut out in the room. Cala would hear things moving about the room. Were their other people or something else in here? Softer and warmer tips of dildos could be felt stroking up and down the woman's netherlips while the other pushed lightly against the puckered anus. The dildos were made of a softer rubber and heated by the machine to make them feel more like the real thing. Slowly, they began to push in teasing the woman with their slow tortured pace.

The seat, if one could call it that, looked to be about trust. I would do what she asked, for as my mistress I had trust that she would not hurt me. Even so as the manacles clicked closed about my wrists I trembled a bit knowing there was not going back now. I was placing myself in her hands … completely in her hands. Finally the clamps closed about my ankles. I was now secure, unable to move, stretched from ankle to wrist and hunched over the padded ‘seat’.

“Yes mistress”

Drinking down the tea as ordered once I acknowledged her command. I almost groaned once more as she repeated the rules. My mistress must have known what I felt like, the need that rode my body. Knew too how much I wished to cum now. My body was alive, each change in pressure noticed, even the air currents…even dare I say the passage of her hand close to my skin. I could not remember ever before feeling like this.

Lips closed in mine, a sweet kiss that left my lips tingling and my mind desiring even more of her touch. I loved her kisses, her touches, like a junkie on a drug I could not get enough of them. Soon after the lights went out and I was left in blankness.

Things moved out there, I could hear the scuffling of feet upon the floor. I swore I could feel there close passage, but that was impossible. Strangely impossible but everything seemed to have changed since I had come to this island. Would I have allowed myself to be tied up in the dark before I came here… I think not!

The sensation of a hard prick pushed against my nether hole. The words of my mistress now strongly in my mind. Words I had agreed to. I felt him…two him’s…two warm pricks, hard with lust, their flesh smooth and soft as they played along me rear. There was nothing I could do to stop them. Trust, she had said if she wanted I would have to take anyone she gave me too. Suddenly the reality of a slaves life was staring me in the face. Not just a slave though. A sex slave…Porn on a stick…nothing to do but make my mistress happy by making her patrons happy.

Fear, I knew it in my soul now. The darkness scary in its uncertainty. Had she given me to someone else? Or was it her teasing me with some sort of high tech dildo. I would not now till I felt her or him upon my legs.

Gasping the cock enters me…slowly…oh so slowly. I have never known a man to have that type of control…it must be my mistress teasing me. A sense of relief that I am hers and she has not given me up to others. I wiggle against her, moving me hips just a little as I enjoy the sensation of the prick spreading me open, entering me and pushing my insides aside. Blood rushes, pulse beating in the side of my neck as me heart pounds once more. What a rush…

“HMMMMMMMmmmm”

Standing over by a panel near the wall, Vera was pressing various keys as she manipulated the device her pet was strapped into. Her hands were not doing the actual work as mechanical arms continue to moved the dildos attached to them in and out of the woman's trembling form. The lewd slurp of juices echoed off the concrete walls of the chamber as the robotic arms worked with mechanical precision. Unlike the toys before, the sensors in these measured the woman's reaction and proceeded to pump and drill in the most pleasing ways possible. As long as the drug was in Cala's system, the slave would not have to worry about climaxing but rather if she could endure the painful need that would be tearing at her psyche throughout the night.

That will teach the woman to drug her mistress, she thought to herself. She continued to test the new toy as three more arms slide out from the floor. One had a feather attached while the other two had large hands. The hands were made from a similar soft rubber but was much rougher to the touch. Heated as well, they would feel much similar to the large hands of a strong man.

The hands roughly squeeze and begin to relentlessly maul and massage Cala's chest. The tip of the feather pressed slightly against the slave's well swollen clitoris. The feather then began to spin slowly, continuously tickling and lightly flicking just over the very tip of the student's nub.

Vera remained silent, hidden in the darkness as the machines relentlessly tormented the woman sexually. Pressing a few more keys, what sounded like faint voices could be heard between Cala's moans of pleasure. The tone was reduced to a more droning level, making it hard to focus on but also difficult to ignore. Only after listening for awhile would the woman notice it was her own voice chanting the mantras she created for herself. The gasps of pleasures that were also recorded during that session were cut out making the mantra unhindered and uninterupted as it continued to cycle through the various phrases the woman spoke that night. Other equally droning voices would join the first as they speak at different parts of different mantras until it was nothing more than a stream of constantly droning of Cala's own voice speaking her submission.

Hands gripped my breasts, rough and strong. A man’s hands. And suddenly I knew it was not my mistress that played with my body. It was men…men …she had given me up. I felt the tear upon my face. Used by others because it made her happy. I was a slave…a pleasure slave.

The men though were talented beyond explanation. They seemed to now the exact speed I needed..the exact touch my body craved. Over and over the one on my pussy rubbed along my G-spot. Sent shivers of delight that kept building until I should have exploded.

Clit, breasts, ass, and pussy all sending shivers of heat and pleasure spiking inwards. Even I knew I had reached the point of no return. The cliff loomed…I stepped…and stood. Nothing…nothing at all. I could not help myself in disobeying my mistresses wish, but somehow that wish had a hold of me tighter than I could fathom. Nothing, I could not believe I could be such a cold fish with the heat that took me.

Growing frustrated I moaned into the darkness. Crying out I muscles tensed in anticipation…still nothing. And they …they were damned good. Slow thrusts became fast ones till I should have exploded..then slowed again. Fingers rolled my hard nipples, tugged on the tips till the pleasure of it hurt. My body hung me out to dry. Screaming my frustration the only way I could…the only way she would allow me.

“YES MISTRESS” as if the words themselves would somehow release the need within. A need that would not finish itself. Words droned around me…and in the babble of my own pleasure I finally recognized the voice. My voice…my words. My words of submission.

Ohhhh how I wanted to scream other things. Ohhhh how I wanted to cum. Neither was something I could do. Frustration, desperation, panic, for I was drowning…drowning in pleasure without release. I had never thought it possible and would do anything to never have it happen again. Something was very wrong with me. Every part of my body screamed its desire. I felt the pleasure far more keenly than I ever had before. I wanted the sex more than I had ever wanted anything before. My mind imagined my lovers…there joy at playing with my body. Imagined my mistress rubbing herself as she watched and still I did not reach bliss.

Like fine sand it passed though my fingers. New tears appeared upon my face. Tears of utter frustration as my body doomed to never work again.

The cameras in the room were recording everything, the darkness not hiding Cala from their night vision lens. The results would be sent straight to a computer in NICE labs to give a record of her slave's changes as well as the effects of the new bitch tamer machine and hypnotic recordings being played through the room. Vera could feel her own breath deepen as the voices drone on. Shaking her head slowly, the voices were beginning to sound inside her head. Pulling out a headset, she slipped it over her ears. She prefered to not be broken by her own training.

Her body was still tingling as the echo of the droning voice faded from her muted ears. She felt her sex growing wet. As a Head Girl she was already thoroughly trained in the role of the slave. Only the loud scream coming from her pet brought her attention back on the task at hand.

The fear had returned along with other emotions. It seemed that Cala found out she could not climax. The machines were not teasing the woman, they were plowing long and hard into the bound slave. This should be enough to make anyone cum but the drug prevented it from happening. The tension continued to build and build as the woman writhed and sobbed in desperation. Soon the poor slave will have no place to hide.

The relentless fucking went on for nearly an hour. Soon the drug would wear off. If NICE labs was accurate, she would know exactly when the drug has ran its course. But for now, Vera left the lights off. She wanted to see the effects but the darkness was made things much more effective. Floating in the abyss under constant mental and sexual assaults, the mind and body could not gather if there was anyone out there to save her.

Though her vision was limited, Vera at least had a small screen which kept account of how much struggling was occuring with the woman along with keeping track of the woman's groans and screams. The speakers continued to bombard the slave with the mantra of submission over and over again. She will see how much the woman's concious thoughts could take this constant strain and torture. This was punishment afterall and the Head Girl wanted results.

There might be no saving me, but I could at least try and make the men cum so they left me alone to wallow in my own misery. I had called Vera an ice queen, but certainly I was worse now. Frigid…I could not believe how frigid. Somehow the accustomed climax was not happening, some strange quirk of fate.

Make them cum…pleasure them…I worked to squeeze the twin cocks within me. Worked to pleasure them so at least they would cum and leave me alone in the darkness with my own miserable thoughts. Gasping, sweat running down my arms and legs. My mistress had been right to have me drink…my mistress was my pleasure. My mistress was everything. My mistress wanted these men pleased and they had not cummed yet.

The manta repeated itself over and over in the room. I had lost myself..and found once more my purpose. Perhaps I had not cummed for my mistress had forbid it. Perhaps I truly needed to hear her whisper in my ear that my pleasure was allowed. I served my mistress and she demanded perfection in that service.

The long hard cocks pounded me, the sound and smell of sex surrounded me. I tried to squeeze in vain. But as time wore on I felt the tired muscles, and feeling them I could begin to sense the how. Sensing the how, feeling those muscles for the first time I clenched. The shaft moved outwards, my grip feeble. In again he pushed till once more he seemed to hold himself. I squeezed, felt his entire shaft from tip to base as my pussy clamped down. Then he pulled…the sensation exquisite as I collapsed around him and then nothing…nothing as he pulled almost free of me.

Panting from the exertion I slowly practiced the technique on one..then the other. Ass..then pussy. Eyes closed I concentrated on the sensation. Concentrated on muscles that I had never tried to move before. I did it for my mistress…did it for them..for her. My reward would be to feel their cum in me, upon me. Why had it taken me so long to realize…why.

Tired muscles were pushed. Determination ran its course. I bit my lip at the grim task of concentration. Slowly but surely it seemed to be paying off. The pricks rhythm broke, the pricks themselves expanded at their tips…fuck they were close…fuck I wanted to cum…fuck I wanted to scream, to talk dirty…anything to bring my one bliss. Hands and toes curled against the hard metal straining while I panted for air.

Vera continued to log the data she was gathering. The woman's struggles were fading but the sensors continued to show motion. What was once desperate struggles had turned into a strange form of acceptance. Her slave was no longer afraid and the machine's sensors showed that the woman was infact grinding back against the pumping dildos with what little motion was available.

No doubt the wannabe porn star was not ready for something like this. Approaching two hours now, the dildos continued to pound away at the slave's weakening body. Anyone would be exhausted at this point. The machines continued to focus on providing as much pleasure to the woman as possible as lights began to gradually flicker back on in the room. Vera smiled softly at the sight of the tan body glistening with sweat.

Sex was heavy in the air as the juices had dribbled down the metal arms and began to form a puddle around the base of the machine. Logging a few more things, she turns off the monitor screen and slowly circled infront of the moaning woman. The mantra began to fade as Vera tossed the headset aside. It was time to see the results of this little test.

"My my," she cooed softly as she lifted the woman's chin with a finger, "Seems you have been quite busy. Hmm... You may speak freely now my pet. Do you want me to grant you bliss? You seem to be...struggling." Seconds ticked away. If the labs were correct it would be soon that the woman would be able to climax again. The built up strain would no doubt make the release a indescribable experience for the little slave. The heated dildos continue to pump hard and fast into the woman. They began to hum to life, vibrating and spinning inside the Arab's slippery folds and tightening rear.

She was unsure if there was anything left of her pet. Vera looked into Cala's eyes, searching to see if there was any one home in that clouded mind of hers. Hopefully she did not push her slave too hard.

My body felt like it had been through the ringer. No matter how hard I had tried the men had not managed to spread a drop of their seed. Not only was I frigid I could not excite the men as well. Out of a dream my queen swam before my eyes. I felt her hand upon me, a new thrill rising in my body.

“Yes Mistress” how I wanted it…wanted her. Not the men that fucked my ass and cunt. There was magic in her fingertips. An energy that poured into me and lifted me up out of the exhaustion one more time. The men worked harder, spun and fucked like machines.

Parting my lips I readied myself, wanting her kiss, stretching my neck as far upwards and outwards as I could. I sought her…sought those lips and fingers. Moaning in delight I waited, her fingers smelling of her sex and then I knew she had stroked herself while she watched me. Pleasure and pride flooded me. It had not been in vain…not if my mistress had felt pleasure from what I did.

The Head Girl smiled softly as she leaned in closer. Her fingers gently gripped Cala's chin, holding her head in place as the machines continued to pump into the slave's body. Vera's tongue darts out, lightly sliding around the woman's lips before pressing her own to them. The effects of the drug would wear off in a few seconds as the mistress kissed her slave.

Senses the climax, the machines worked harder to maintain that level of bliss as long as possible. The heated tip, soaked in Cala's juices invaded the slave's womb. The dildo sent rippling vibration along the woman's entire passage, sending countless strokes and rubs across the well hardened g-spot. The feather, now well soaked in sexual fluids continued to drag itself in slow circles around the pulsing nub as the other dildo drilled in and out of the Arab's ass.

The groping hands squeezed and molded the luscious tit flesh. The palms of the hands opened and sealed around the woman's nipples as a powerful vacuum was activated. Pulling back some, the hands suckled on Cala engorged teats added even more to the blissful release.

Vera did not break her kiss. Any scream or cry of pleasure vibrated into their embrace and down her throat, returning a low purr of her own. Her tongue slid in and wrapped around the other woman's. The Head Girl moaned as she suckled on her pet's tongue. As long as the woman continued to cum, she would hold this kiss of bliss.

Lips pressed to mine and like a flower in the desert after the summers rains I blossomed. The ice melted in the heat of her kiss and the damn inside me broke asunder. I screamed. Lips pressed harder against me and drank in the release of energy, passion, and joy. Puling against the manacles I felt me body tense and release..over and over as the tongue played within my mouth and the men fucked me till I could stand it no longer.

Her heat…my heat swept over me. One long orgasm…a small face and then another intense one shook me yet again. Her lips light my fires and kept them stoked. I could only moan into your embrace, her hands on either side of my head pinning me utterly into place.

My body trembles in joy, one orgasm fast on the heals of the previous. All thoughts of being frigid melt away in the heat and leave me panting around her lips.

She trembled as the wealth of lustful emotions and heat washed over her like a tidal wave. Her own insides quiver and twitch, eager to join in this game of sex and control. Vera moaned softly as she continued to kiss the woman. Fingers stroked through Cala's hair as the other stroked the slave's cheek.

As one climax began to end, another was quickly beginning as the overwhelming tension was forced to release by the constant advances of the mechanical arms and toys. The two woman continued to taste each other's lust as their tongues writhed and wrapped around one another. It was only a kiss but it felt so good. Pleasure seemed to tingle up and down her spine before rippling outwards to the rest of her body.

"Mmm... Thats it," she purred lustfully, "Let it all go," she kissed again between words, "Keep going." She continued to make it sound like it was her acts that were creating this level of bliss rather than the works of machines. Vera was not even the on being pleasured directly and already she felt herself panting heavily. Every breath drew in the thick musk of sex which caused her belly to flutter with desire. Juices lightly trickled down her own thighs unable to contain her own excitement any longer. She wanted this slave and she wanted her now.

She continued to kiss and lick the woman's lips until the final climax wracked through Cala's system. Sensing the muscles slowing due to exhaustion, the machines slow and soon retracted back into the device itself. Smiling softly, she reached under the woman and pulled on the ribbons around the slave's wrists. She did the same to the one covering her pet's chest before rising to her feet. The shackles released as Vera worked on unbuckling the straps holding the Arab in place. Reluctantly, she forced herself to step away once that happened to see what condition the woman was in after her little test.

There was an urgency to my mistresses kiss. A passion that went beyond any sort of immediate pleasure I might feel. Still bond I had no choice but to answer it with my own heat and passion. There was little else I could offer her. I did not think that it was only my lust that touched my mind. Perhaps the patch was wearing off, or…or my mistresses need even over rode the drug induced stupor I conducted my life in.

And as the last climax ran its course I felt the men leave me. Panting I worked at catching my breath. Legs trembled from the exertion. Sex for me had always been physical above all else and tonight that very nature had been pushed to a whole new level. Ribbon fell the floor. Wrists, then ankles released from the choke hold of steel that had kept them in place. Massaging my wrists as I dangle.

Finally I push upwards, using the cushion to hold myself erect on weakened and shaky knees. I glance up at my mistress then back down.

“Thank you mistress” gulping…my throat dry, my legs wet. I sense and smell things about the room, about my mistress that as her slave I must serve if I am ever to be worthy. Perhaps she does not yet see me as such. Even exhausted as I am, unsure if I can walk my legs buckling and only my arms keeping me even somewhat upright. I …I must serve her.

“Mistress…I…please…I…serve you, I can smell you…can sense your ..your need.” I pant trying to keep the world from spinning, “if ..if the heat I feel is real then …then should your pet not serve your need?” I do not want to be forward…do not want to push it. I have no idea how she does it. How she maintains the control that I sense is slipping.

The floor spins…room sideways. Knees crackle in pain and weakness. Hands do much the same as I lay upon the cold concrete. I should not be here…my…my mistress needs me. Rolling onto my tummy and hurting knees….If I must I can crawl…really..I can…

The woman was abused and exhausted. Perhaps it was not as harsh as what Sgt Ritter did but she could safely say that this method was far more how you say...thorough. What would her slave say to this? What was going through the Arab woman's mind as she tended to her sore wrists? The device was her only source of support, the hours of sexual tension and bliss taking their toll on the woman's body.

After all this, the slave thanked her for it? No, the woman did not only thank her. Cala wanted to keep going and return the pleasure she gave to her slave. Vera would be lying if she said she did not want it. Only concern about her pet's well being was what kept her from grabbing the woman and throwing her to the floor.

As Cala tried to get her bearings and crawl to her, the Head Girl stepped forward. She grabbed the woman and rolled her onto her back as she mounted on top. Her hands pressed against the concrete floor on both sides of the slave's head. Vera looked down at her slave, her pet. Long strands of silver hair spill forth from her shoulders as she leaned closer. "Very well," she replied heatidly, "Lets see if you are enough to satisfy me."

Her arms wrap around the woman as she embraced her slave. Lips met as tongues lashed and tasted once more. Her heavy breasts smother over Cala's as the Head Girl grinds her body against the exhausted woman. There were very few students that are able to be called worthy companions. It was the weary slave's turn to try and prove herself.

In my dreams I had never been lying on a concrete floor exhausted from sex when my queen finally allowed me to pleasure her. Perhaps not the most romantic place or time for it, but I was not complaining; not at all when her mouth claimed mine. Leaden arms are lifted skyward to run my nails along her back. Chest to chest we move, her heavy full breasts spilling against mine. Fingers move to her front, pushing her up as I desperately claw and fumble at the buttons of her crisp uniform.

Clumsily I work the button loose one at a time then reach up and push her shirt up over arms even as we kiss. Never do our lips part. From somewhere comes energy, fueled by the passion and the lust of the moment. It is a moment I have longed for and as the crazy night runs on I do not want to lose. The back clasp of the bra comes loose in my hands. Pulling it forwards and off her arms as she lifts each in turn her full breasts spill out naked against my own.

The heat of the room grows. I get me legs up around her. The sipper along the side of the skirt partially undone as hands and feet pull and push the school skirt down along with the crisp white panties. I want her naked next to me. Want to feel her heat, her flesh. I moan, the moment taken by the utter exuberance I now feel.

Tired sore muscles are forgotten. Hands find the heavy breast and kneed them, as my lips finally leave hers and travel down her neck. With one leg I push upwards on her body between her own legs. Fuck she is wet, her own lustful residue betraying her as much as her scent upon her fingers does. She has enjoyed herself watching me. But now…now I will show her what her little toy can do. I will prove why she has chosen me. I will be the best I can be.

Ignoring my own need for rest I push onwards. Lifting my head to move down her chest and take the dangling mound into my mouth. To suckle at her breast, to feel the har d tip of her between my lips while my tongue makes busy playing with each end of her. I have hungered for this moment for too long.

“Mistress…is this good….”

This was not about romance in Vera's mind. This was pure sexual lust. The smell of her pet's arousal mixing with her own, the air was thick with the stench of sex to the point of nearly suffocating her. Even the cold concrete floor did little to cool their heated forms as they became one.

Her jacket slipped off her shoulders while Cala fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. It felt good to have her contained mounds bounce free, held back by a bra of white lace. The two women were torn between embracing one another or removing Vera's clothes. She stole deep kisses, continuing to hinder her partners work for the sake of her own hunger before finally her blouse slid off her body.

Much like her slave, her body glistened with the light sheen of sweat. The act of breaking her slave in left her eager for more. She wanted what this woman had to offer and wanted to take it all for herself. Her large breasts sway enticingly before Cala's eyes as her bra fell forward over the woman's face. Vera gave a sly smirk as she gently lifts the undergarment and tosses it aside. No doubt she would have to hunt for her clothes in the dark room when they were through.

The Head Girl allowed herself to be pulled forward as the woman's legs wrap around her. Fingers and toes slowly drag her skirt and panties down her shapely hips. Vera cooed softly as her heated breath caressed over Cala's neck. Her tongue lightly dabs the tender flesh before nipping and suckling the woman.

Now nude, their sweating bodies slide over one anothers as her slave focused on keeping her own exhausted body moving. Their was no sensations of fear or worry coming from her pet but rather a focused determination to pleasure her mistress. She knew she would be in good hands with this woman as her personal slave. A weak groan left her lips as Cala's lips nip at her well hardened teat. Heated blood pulsed hard against the puffing areolae as the warm tongue lashed ruthlessly across her tender peak.

"Ahhhnn!" she gasped, "Y-Yess.." Her body arched, giving its own answer by thrusting her chest further into the Arab's hungry lips. Vera slides her thighs around one of Cala's and began to grind her hips into the soft flesh. Her pet could no doubt feel her arousal as a glistening trail of juices was left behind with each slow rocking of her hips.