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Hey! This one kind of got away from me, but I had fun with it, and I hope you enjoy it too. Content is going to start getting darker, and have more mind control elements, as well as the standard noncon/dubcon. Next release should be Tentacle Button 2, and then Gimme Shelter Chapters 46. See you there, and please consider rating and tell me what you liked or hated!
Chapter 7: After School Special
Mr. Ward pulled his cock out of Jane, and cum flowed from her onto his desk. He sat back in his chair, pants undone and pulled partially down, but otherwise clothed. He wore an expression of horror and surprise, but Jane didn’t care. She floated on a cloud, fucked twice in an hour. Her entire body was sore, and burning up from the inside.
We grow in power. Every person we take contributes to our glory, and lets us gift them with our special touch.
It made sense, and Jane’s general sense of acknowledgement was enough. Nikana smoothly took control, and just in time.
“My god…what have I done?” Mr. Ward whispered. His eyes were foggy and dazed, and his brows furrowed.
“You helped me out, Mr. Ward,” said Nikana. She sat up, arms splayed behind her on the desk. She kept her legs spread, so he could see her well fucked cunt and the steady trickle of cum. “And I rewarded you for it. Don’t you feel so much better? Don’t you feel good?”
It didn’t take much power to influence him. That welling of guilt smoothed over, and Jane laughed silently at how much easier it was now that they’d taken him. She could feel his emotions more clearly now, and he was theirs to play with now.
“I feel really good,” Mr. Ward admitted. “You’re…a very special young woman, Jane. I hadn’t realized how much you were suffering, but I’ll do everything I can to make things better.”
Nikana cackled in their mind. “There are so many students here who need your help, just like this. I’ll send them to you, and all you need to do is show your love and support.”
Jane stirred. She may have belonged to Nikana, but she knew the goddess wanted her to go along with it. Two rules, she sent. No one under eighteen, and no family members.
Nikana nodded. “Other seniors and some juniors, those who need your touch and need to know it’s okay. We’re going to make sure no one has to suffer from parents holding them back, like they did with me. They’re going to be free, and together we’ll make the world a better place.”
Ecstasy lit up his face and his soul. They hadn’t had time to work on Eddie, but Mr. Ward was more valuable in the long run. He’d need to be reinforced in the future, but that could be done with others Nikana touched. Like a stone rolling downhill, everything would pick up speed.
“Is there anything else I can do for you, Jane? Anything at all?”
Nikana shook her head. “You’ve done well, Mr. Ward. I’m going to go now. But no reporting this to the principal, okay?”
His handsome but lined face looked conflicted, but only for a second. Nikana slid off the desk and put her underwear back on. This time, the cool, wet feeling was reassuring. Filthy, nasty, and inescapable. Jane almost laughed, and wondered if she was cracking.
Not at all, my love. I’ve opened your eyes, and you see how wonderful your new life can be. They walked out of the office. Lori looked over to her, suspicion and disgust clear, but there was an undercurrent of lust. She’d heard them, and she didn’t know what to do about it.
“You know,” said Nikana, pushing the woman, “Mr. Ward could use a clean up. Why don’t you put that pouty mouth to use and clean his cock with your tongue?”
Lori’s eyes clouded over. She smiled and nodded, and went into the office. Nikana strolled down the hallways like she owned it, and Jane supposed she did now. Where are we going? Jane ventured to ask.
“We have enough power now to cover our tracks,” Nikana said out loud. She raised a hand as they passed a classroom, and her power blanketed the students and teacher alike. It wasn’t the strongest working she’d ever done. She needed more power to completely take over, but it was enough to whisper a few suggestions, and one command.
Jane is cool. Jane is smart. Jane is hot and powerful. She’s doing whatever she wants, and you respect it and want to protect her. Her having in public would be funny if no one told their parents about it.
It wasn’t subtle, but it didn’t need to be. The students would talk among themselves, and they’d approve of her actions. In time, Jane would hold dominion over all of them. It may have been a small school, but private armies of the devout had to start somewhere.
Nikana continued, going from one end of the school to the other. It was fine, until she ran into Gabe once more.
“What’re you doing walking the halls?” he demanded. “Shouldn’t you be expelled or something?” He was a short man, hardly taller than Jane, and with all the temper and baggage that came with it. Jane hated him, and always had.
“Shouldn’t you walk in front of traffic or something?” Nikana demanded, and pushed. It was harder to affect Gabe for some reason, it took real effort, but his eyes glazed over. He nodded, and stormed away, in the direction of the front doors.
Is he really going to walk in traffic? Jane asked.
Yes. He’ll only get in the way, and this will be all anyone talks about for days. We’ll be invisible. Do not mourn him.
Don’t worry, she snickered mentally. She had the impression of Nikana kissing her forehead, and then they headed to their last class of the day. They just walked right in, interrupting the lecture. The teacher said nothing as they took their seat.
The class went on, but Jane didn’t listen at all. Instead, she just…let go, and let Nikana take over. It was a lot like a nap after a good meal, where nothing mattered but soaking in satisfaction and the dull, pulsing throb of her cunt. Nikana spent the entire time scouting out possible new recruits.
The hunger from before wasn’t gone, but dimmed. English class had always been one of Jane’s best, so even not paying attention she felt ahead of the curve. The rest of the school day went well, until the day ended and she went to her locker. Jason waited for her there.
“Hhey Jane,” he said, a big, goofy grin and blush on his face. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot.”
“I’ve been thinking about you too,” Nikana answered, touching his arm. She slid her fingers down to his hand, taking it in hers. He reeked of arousal, and his infatuation couldn’t be more obvious. “Last night was a lot of fun, wasn’t it?”
His face went from pink to crimson. “Yeah, about that…What happened to the necklace?”
Nikana smiled and spent just a little of her wellspring of power on the teen. “I gave it back to you, after we…had fun. You put it back in the box, remember?”
Jane found it amusing. A part of her still felt guilty, but at this point she knew it was pointless to resist. Jason belonged to them, and he’d do anything they asked of him. All they had to do was lure him in further.
“No, I don’t remember that at all…are you sure?” Jason’s eyes went out of focus, and he looked almost drunk.
“As sure as I am that I want to have more fun with you,” Nikana said. She brought his hand up to her mouth and wrapped her lips around his index finger. Her tongue wrapped around it, and Jane thought he would cream his pants. It would’ve been such a waste. Wait, where did that thought come from?
“You, I, we…Yes. I want that too.” His voice went weird as she suckled on his finger.
“Then come to my church on Sunday evening,” she popped his finger out of her mouth to say. “I’m going to the chaste dating club, but I don’t plan on being chaste at all.”
The look of yearning and hunger in his eyes woke Jane up. She had never really been big on Jason, but now? Through their link, she knew that swallowing his cum partially bound him to Nikana. All she had to do was seal the deal, and he’d belong to her.
Isn’t it so much better now? Nikana whispered into her head. You’re stronger now, a proper predator.
“III’ll be there,” Jason sputtered.
Jane pressed forward, so Nikana gave her control. She grabbed Jason by the front of his shirt and pulled him down to her level. She kissed where his ear met his neck, and bit down. A thrill went through her as she shuddered and groaned. This wasn’t Nikana, this was her. All her.
Jason made a noise, and she released him. With one last lingering grin, Jane made her way to the parking lot. Police cars and an ambulance partially blocked the street, but the buses still ran. She sat next to Gerty, who had been waiting for her. Out of all the people in the school, Gerty was the only one who didn’t seem affected by Nikana’s spell.
A gift to you, my love.
It was only one person not manipulated into keeping their head down or being their slave, but Jane knew it for the gesture it was. She smiled at the heavier girl, and said, “You have a good day? What’ve you been reading?”
Gerty’s blonde eyebrows shot straight up. “Good day? Forget that, are the rumors true?”
Jane shrugged, looking away. “Can’t really say. I’ve had a good day, though. C’mon, what’s your next book?”
She hesitated, but then launched into an enthusiastic rant not about manga, but an anime getting a remake. Jane immediately tuned her out, but nodded along every so often. Just a few minutes later, the bus filled and took off away from the school. Her blond friend was just one more sound in overlapping chatter, coming from all angles.
It rose to a fever pitch, until both she and her goddess were annoyed.
Easy way to fix it…Do it, Jane.
Jane didn’t need to be told twice. She closed her eyes and concentrated. All the students on the bus were within reach of her mind, her power. Their boredom, desires, impatience, all rang clear to her like bells. She sought out those who fit her requirements, those already adults, and she whispered a suggestion in their ears.
The first of them to fall to her influence sat in the front seat of the bus, far away from Jane and Gerty. A young woman, blond and vibrant, stopped in her tracks, jaw dropping slack. Slowly, she turned her head towards the boy next to him. He looked back at her. His eyes were clouded over. Without any sign between them, they crashed together in a pile of limbs and limbs.
“Hey!” the bus driver called out, “you kids knock that off!” He looked over his shoulder, but only briefly, before returning to the road.
They weren’t the only ones. All over the bus, young adults found themselves drawn to the nearest person. Gender didn’t matter, as Jane saw two boys who were famously best friends locking lips. The one wearing glasses cupped his friend’s cock through his pants and rubbed. In the back seat, three people took turns doubling up on each other.
“What the fuck…” Gertie gaped, looking around.
Jane shrugged. “Must be something in the air,” she said.
Chapter 8: Family Matters
The funny thing about making half the bus make out with each other was how easy it was. Every time Nikana or Jane used the goddess’ magic to affect others, it came at a cost of her energy, gathered from her worshipers. But after just ten minutes of increasingly extreme kissing and touching, all that power and then some came rushing back into her. By the time the bus stopped in front of Jane’s neighborhood, she felt drunk on the power.
Jane slipped past the angry, shouting bus driver as he tried to regain control. With her absence, they would return back to normal eventually. The yelling would snap some out of it, and being dragged apart would do the rest. Those who didn’t know or like their partners would be horrified, but a seed was planted that would continue to grow.
It was strange. At the start of the day, she’d been so against it. Now, she wondered why she ever resisted at all. All of her complaints and protests were so silly, so naive. Now Jane had power, and Nikana was happy to share. The teen could feel her pleasure through their link, and her pride and desire for more.
How far does this road lead? How far will I go?
Nikana sighed in her head, the sound affectionate and patient. As far as you would like, and then some. But now, we need rest. Your body is changing, and you need time and food and space to…Become.
Jane shivered as a new set of mental images flooded her brain. She saw exactly what Nikana intended, and that was…Her, but taller, stronger, more confident. A perfect vessel for the goddess, and one that no one would be able to ignore. The tattoos and piercings would take time, but it would advertise her perfect body and make even the most frigid of supplicants feel something.
She floated on the walk home, utterly weightless and high on their shared visions of glory. It was so deep that when Jane rounded the corner and approached her house, she didn’t think of her parents at all, or the home waiting for her. They weren’t important in the grand scheme of things. When she walked in the front door, her mother disagreed.
“Jane?” she sounded shocked. “What’s happened to you? Why are you dressed like that?”
“Dressed like what, Mama?” Jane asked.
Mrs. Kane gestured wildly at her body. She looked two seconds away from apoplectic. “What did you do to yourself?”
Jane finally looked down. Her dress didn’t fit the way it used to. It had been loose before, but her budding breasts pressed up against the material. When she thought about it, she felt the fabric against her nipples, but it was just another note in the symphony of constant she’d gone through.
Not only that, but her mother was shorter than she used to be. Or Jane was taller. When Mrs. Kane tried to stand up straight and intimidate her, she realized just how small her mother actually was. Small, meaningless, powerless.
“I guess I’ve just been hitting a growth spurt, Mama. This is why I want to go to the church groups. I’m beginning to…feel things, and I want to find someone who will understand my promise to god to stay a virgin.”
Excellent! You’re learning.
Mrs. Kane’s frown was so deep, it looked like she had just sucked on a lemon. The idea of her daughter being a ual creature, or dating, clearly disturbed and disgusted her. And then, sharper than ever, Jane felt her mother’s own desires and regrets.
Everything about Jane was a reminder of a man she didn’t love but was forced to stay with. Grandma and Grandpa had forced the marriage, complete with a shotgun. Not only that, but she was jealous. Jane had all the opportunities she wouldn’t have, which is why it was important for the woman to stamp it out. She’d never admit it, but Margaret Kane would never willingly allow Jane to have better than her. It wouldn’t be fair.
“You look like a slut,” Mrs. Kane sniffed.
Jane couldn’t help it. She burst out laughing.
“What the hell is so funny, young lady?” she demanded.
“You,” Jane replied honestly. “You’re so…pathetic.”
Mrs. Kane reacted as if she’d been slapped. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” Jane said. “Pathetic. You’re so small. I’m eighteen now, you dumb bitch. What exactly do you think you can do to me? Kick me out? Do that and I’ll be sucking dick for shelter by the end of the day. And I’ll tell everyone in town that you let it happen.”
“You wouldn’t,” her mother hissed. “You’ve never done anything like that, and “
“Then how could I possibly be a slut?” Jane laughed again and did something she never thought she would do. She shoved her mother to the ground.
The middle aged woman landed hard, gasping. Her eyes went wide as Jane lifted a foot…to step over her, and on to the stairs. There was no point in staying and taking her abuse. So she went up to her bedroom, closed and barred the door with her dresser, and collapsed onto her bed.
At first, she thought she wasn’t tired enough to sleep. Then, after finding the right position, the lights went out and Jane was sucked into a deep, meditative slumber.
Like most times, she couldn’t tell where the darkness of sleep became an active dream, only that it happened just as suddenly as she’d fallen asleep. She was back in Nikana’s temper, like the first dream showed to her. She stood naked, displayed to everyone, with the goddess behind her.
In the dream, she was different. Older, taller, stronger. Her body had been shaped and molded into the perfect representation of lust. Her long, black hair flowed halfway down her back, inky and made of silk. Her breasts weren’t huge, but they jutted out proudly from her chest, impossibly round and defying gravity. She didn’t have piercings yet but a devotee applied black paint to her body in arcane symbols.
Stretching, creeping vines cradled each globe lovingly, and the pattern went down her flat, slender belly and ended just above her cunt. She was shaven clean, and her lips were pink and puffy, already aroused. Or maybe permanently aroused, at that point.
A priest kneeled in front of her, literally worshiping her feet with his mouth. Every second he planted a new, tender kiss, from her ankles up to her calves. Nikana came up from behind her, still taller by half a foot. The goddess wrapped her arms around Jane, cupping and squeezing her breasts in fiery, powerful hands. Jane’s moonlike pallor contrasted with the deep, brownish red of her lover and mentor.
The realization shook her, and made her cunt clench. Nikana wouldn’t always be a part of her. Eventually, she’d be able to break free, and then it would be the two of them.
Yes, Nikana whispered, the only real part of her dream. Her hands roamed over Jane’s body, somehow not disturbing the markings. She planted a kiss on the back of Jane’s neck. You will be my first and greatest, my heir, my love.
Nothing else seemed important but them. Jane turned around in her mistress’ arms, looking up with eyes that were no longer innocent or gentle. She wrapped her arms around Nikana’s neck and pulled her down for a kiss. Just as their lips touched, the dream ended, and Jane shot up in bed.
Downstairs, her mother shouted. Jane couldn’t make out the words, but they didn’t matter. She and Nikana knew what it would be about, and it was time her parents had to face up to their actions. But first, she stretched, and was pleased to see and feel that her body was closer to her dream state, taller and curvier by the day. A sigh escaped her, content, but eager for more.
Mr. Kane was at the foot of the stairs, rage on his face until he saw her and the way her toosmall dress fit around her new Ccup breasts. Her nipples poked through, clear as day, and rage gave way to shock, then something she never wanted to see on her father’s face: lust.
“How long have you been hiding this?” he demanded.
“I wasn’t, Jane said. “I’m changing. And you’re not in control of me anymore.”
His eyes darkened, and disgust filled her as he got turned on by his anger, and his dreams of what he wanted to do to his daughter. “We’ll see about that,” he said, removing his belt and climbing the stairs.
For a brief second, Jane was a scared preteen again, and had just had her first period. Her father had beaten her then, but not before…Her eyes hardened, and she held out a hand. Just as Mr. Kane raised his belt up to whip her, she felt for Nikana’s power and instincts, and let them guide her.
Mr. Kane stopped in his tracks, eyes glassing over. She couldn’t remove his lust, but she could enhance it, and she could direct it. While Jane hated her father more, her mother enabled him and took great pleasure in her pain. Anything to have one person in the house lower and more controlled than her.
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