Based on the convenient and vengeful prompt from u/Nervous-Fix-642

Spoilers/Warnings: FFF (Cunnilingus), Sex Toys, (History of) Suicide and Family Death, Evil Monologuing, Hypnotizing, Brain washing, Mind Breaking, Non-Consensual (You read the prompt; 'brainwashed into objects' isn't usually consent), Dark (If brainwashing people you don't like into sex toys isn't 'dark' enough, wait until you read the motivational monologue...)

“Welcome to Hell, Slut.” The words seemed to echo through the room, into her ears, into her mind, as Savannah suddenly woke up with a start.

Savannah found herself somewhere completely different than she recognized. It was a bedroom that looked nothing like hers, surrounded by furniture that was completely different from anything at her home, with a bunch of anime and manga images and figures all around her. Ug, look at all this geek trash! I would rather DIE than be caught with this stuff at MY house.

She got to her feet, wobbling a bit as she stood. She glanced down, seeing that she was currently in red sandals with a high platform on them, much higher than anything she normally wore. What the? I've gotten these shoes are nothing like what I typically wear!

And her outfit was much more sparse than anything she'd ever wear (unless she was about to fuck her newest sugar daddy, of course). The bright pink, very short skirt and lime green tank top that barely contained her huge chest was highly unusual. This clashes with my blonde hair and well-tanned skin! It makes me look more like a Barbie being dressed by a colorblind child than my usual, highly fashionable self, “What's happened to me?”

As she turned around, almost fast enough to fall on her ass in her high shoes, Savannah spotted two of her high school friends, Kaylee and Hayley, on the bed behind her. Only...they weren't watching her, nearly breathless as they took in her every word, the way they were through most of high school.

Instead, they were much more focused on each other. Both were currently nude instead of showing off their newest, nicest outfits. And rather than talking about what boy they were most interested in sleeping with THIS week, they were currently making out and fondling each other's nude bodies!

“Hayley! Kaylee! Why are you making out? I thought we agreed: no kissing other girls unless there's a hot guy interested in a threeway, and then only after he spoils you!” What the hell is going on? It's been almost a year since we all graduated, but to see two of my closest friends from high school here, acting so different from how they were back then... As if this room wasn't already a crazy geek's bedroom, now it's got a pair of hot lesbos in it, as well!

“Oh, Savannah! It's, like, wonderful to see you again!” The dark skinned Kaylee gave her a big smile. Savannah gave her a close look back, There's something wrong with Kaylee; her eyes don't have the same sharp focus that this ebony slut had back in school. She wasn't great at studying for most classes, but when it came to controlling both the students AND teachers, Kaylee was practically a pro!

“Yay! New girl for Master!” Hayley had an clueless smile on her cheerful face. Somehow, Hayley is even more empty-headed now than this redhead slut usually was in high school. She was easily the least intelligent in my trio, but she could be great at any of our activities, from flirting with the jocks to insulting the geeks. Now, she looks less intelligent than ever, but somehow even hornier!

“A Master? Did someone kidnap you two and FORCE you to do this? If there's someone who is making you act like mindless sluts, tell me!” Savannah gave a pleading look to her two friends, who both gave her a confused look back. Whatever this 'Master' did to them, they're not thinking as clearly as they did in high school!

Savannah looked around the room; trying to see if there was some way to escape. I only see one window out, but I have no idea how high we are. There's a closet, which I'd check out if Kaylee and Hayley didn't seem so braindead, and a bathroom, which, ditto. The only other door here should lead to the hallway and the rest of the house; hopefully I can get out before that asshole comes back! She headed toward the door, as quick as she could in the awkward shoes.

“Technically, a Mistress might be more appropriate, but the brainwasher apparently just used 'Master' when programming the three of you, and I can make that work.” A pale, somewhat plump, dark haired woman said as she entered the door before Savannah could open it, catching Savannah off guard and nearly causing her to fall as she stepped backwards.

“MASTER!” Kaylee and Hayley said, practically in unison, before they both ran over to her, pushing Savannah out of the way and nearly causing her to fall, again. Savannah couldn't help but notice they each had a vibrator deep in their cunts and sizable butt plug in their asses. Holy fuck! Even compared to our most 'daring' sleepovers, they NEVER did anything like this with me. Even if I had ordered them, they wouldn't have been this freaky! (Well, I might have gotten Hayley to do it; Kaylee had at least some self-worth.)

The dark haired woman gave them each a pat on their head. Both seemed to almost orgasm from just that gentle touch as they got onto their knees, their eyes following the woman as she looked at Savannah, “As you were the leader of their little trio and the cause of everything that I've been suffering, I wanted to make sure that you would watch your mind fade away. It cost more in the expenses, but has already started to prove itself worthwhile.”

“What makes you think that doing this sort of thing is fair?” Savannah said, trying to subtly back her way towards the window. If that 'brainwasher' and 'mind fade' shit is anywhere near true, even jumping down one story might be better than dealing with this crazy slut!

“After you KILLED my family, I think that this is more than far,” The woman gave her another sharp stare.

“KILL YOUR FAMILY? What makes you think that I'd do anything like that, you crazy bitch?” Savannah gave her a stunned look. I have been accused of a lot of things, from cheating to blackmail (both of which I HAVE done, but whatevs), but I haven't ever killed ONE person, let alone an entire FAMILY!

The woman gave her a smirk, “I'm guessing you can't even recognize me, hunh?” At Savannah's blank looking face (fitting, perhaps, but not very helpful), the woman's smile got wider, “Well, I suppose given how much you taunted and abused most of the school, one general target isn't going to stand out. I'm Primrose Thorne, bitch. My very few friends and my loving brother called me Prim, but you called me everything from 'loveless cat lady' to 'wannabe goth girl' to 'Grim Prim', your most common and stupid 'nickname'.”

I would normally hit this bitch back with a sharp insult, but when I've basically been kidnapped by some slut who's completely INSANE, I should focus on just escaping! Savannah continued to move very slowly towards the window, not taking her eyes off Prim to make sure that Prim didn't do anything but keep yapping.

“Of course, when you spent most of your type mocking more than half the girls in school, I probably didn't stand out to you at all. But I hope my twin brother, CRAWFORD Thorne, left at some mark in that nearly empty brain of yours.”

At Savannah's still blank express, Prim sighed, “You know, the gay, goth boy that you and the football team mocked endlessly? That you made sure to humiliate when he came out of the closet to a football player you convinced to 'play' as his friend? The one who killed himself after the eighth week of you and most of the school mocking him, under YOUR encouragement?”

With still no facial reaction from Savannah (although she had made a few small steps closer to the window), Prim gave her an even sharper look, “You know, the suicide that led to the homecoming dance of our senior year being delayed by a week? I still remember you saying, 'Oh god, why don't they just toss him in the cemetery like he clearly wants, and let us REAL people have our dance?' You said that with a grin on your face as your two friends laughed. It was then that I made sure that I'd have revenge on you all, one way or another.”

“But I was so much less mature back then!” It was only about a year ago, but still, I'm much different NOW! “And besides, even if you think I killed Crowfred or whoever, that's only one person! I didn't kill your entire family!”

Prim took a deep breath, giving Savannah a sharp look, “It's 'Crawford', you stupid slut, and his death led to the rest of my family going on a sharp decline. Dad was drinking much more, Mom was constantly crying, and before they had a chance to come and watch me graduate and get out of the hellhole of a high school where I dealt with you, they both ended up in a car crash. Insurance was...reluctant to pay, thinking it might have been due to their declining situation, but they had been paying such a high premium for themselves, Crawford and I, that I ended up with millions of dollars in my bank...and nobody left in my family.”

Savannah blinked her eyes, “I'm...sorry. I didn't realize that things were so crazy with you.” If you told me about how much money you were worth, I might have been willing to go bisexual myself; as least, if we could get married without a prenup!

Prim shook her head, “Nice try, slut, but even when all my losses were announced in school, you could barely resist the urge to mock me even more; 'Grim Prim has a reason to be even grimmer!' was one of the first things that I heard from you after the loss of my parents. If only you'd known how much money I had and how much desire I had to get revenge on you three!”

As Prim turned and walked back towards Hayley and Kaylee, Savannah saw it as her best time to move. While still trying to keep an eye on Prim (that psycho could do anything), she continued to move towards the window.

“I went on the dark web, the darkest part of the dark web, and looked for the best...result for you three. Rape had potential, but paying people to do something they, and possibly your slutty friends, would enjoy was less than ideal. Kidnapping would help get rid of you, but I wanted to see you suffer directly. Murder would be the worst, but also possibly the best, if only for its swiftness.”

This girl just won't fucking stop! What type of girl can talk on and on and on? Savannah thought to herself, glancing out the window. There was a tree branch was right outside, easy to reach from room and the window wasn't that high. Great, excellent way to escape.

“Then I saw the BEST form of revenge: brainwashing you and your two pals. The cost wasn't cheap, but the brainwasher promised to leave you three completely submissive, to keep your minds fully locked up and, for an added fee, to make sure that you disappeared from the memories of your family and friends. There would no attempt to find you if nobody remembered you, right?”

Savannah slowly slid open the window, making sure that 'Grim Prim' was still going on and on about what she did to the other girls. In most situations, I might try to get Hayley and Kaylee free if I wouldn't break a nail, but if I can just get out of here, I can call the cops and hopefully have this bitch get her ass busted!

“I started with Hayley; not much brain in there to start shouldn't be too hard to wash away, right?” Prim gave Hayley a small pat on the head, to some giggles from Hayley, “And she's completely gone. Any memory or idea of what she was like before being 'wiped' was gone from my new toy. While that was nice, the fun of being able to watch her 'normal' form panic as she saw herself completely at my mercy was also gone.” Prim let out a sigh.

Holy fuck, this girl is so screwed up she makes her faggot brother look like a fucking saint! Savannah rolled her eyes, glancing back one more time to make sure that Grim Prim wasn't looking her way. As she saw Prim walking over to Kaylee, she reached out toward the branch...only for her hand to stop in the middle of the window frame.

Prim looked over to Kaylee, giving her other toy a rub under the chin, to some happy moans from Kaylee, “After a few...discussions with the brainwasher, Kaylee has been less fully wiped. Besides being much smarter than Hayley when they're both under my control, not that that's saying much, it's sometimes possible to get Kaylee's original persona back, at least for a brief, fleeting moment, to see her horror as she remembers that she's little more than my toy now.” Prim gave a laugh, to some giggles from Hayley and Kaylee.

What the fuck? Savannah thought, as she tried to force her other hand through the window, to the same result, not moving entirely through to reach the branch. Moving them both through didn't have any improved results. Does Grim Prim have a force field or some other shit up, or what the hell is stopping me from leaving?

“Did you ever read Watchmen?” Prim turned back around toward Savannah, a small smirk on her face as she saw Savannah lifting her leg and trying to get out. The short skirt that Savannah was wearing was pushed up, leaving her trimmed pussy exposed, the hair there a dark brown compared to her bleached blonde head.

“What? Read the what-men?” Savannah tried to force her leg out; even with Prim looking directly towards her, this was her best chance to escape, but no part of her body was leaving! What the fuck is keeping me in this house?

Prim's grin got wider, “Watchmen. It's quite a good comic, although more dense than anyone as stupid as you could probably understand. There is a very useful piece of information for any would-be villain, though; carry out your plan BEFORE you start your monologue.”

At Savannah's look of confusion, Prim gave a laugh, “What, did you think that I showed you to your friends before I made sure you were mind controlled? Do you think it was ME who put those crazy pieces of clothing on you? Do you think that I would LET you open the window without knowing that you need my permission before you leave a room?”

Enraged, Savannah brought her hand up, about to slap Prim like she had slapped any other bitch who offended her before...but her hand stopped about an inch short of Prim's cheek. Does she...did she...what the fuck did Grim Prim DO to me?

“So, let's get to my third, and so far most wonderful 'toy'. While getting to show 'new' Kaylee a brief view of her past self was great, it was far too quick for me to really enjoy. She barely had a chance to see what her friend had gone through before before she was an eager, braindead slave again herself! Luckily, the brainwasher promised that he had quite a few skills, and could basically give someone an effective 'alternate personality'. While making sure that her original personality stayed intake, at least for a little while, he could make sure that her NEW personality would be just as submissive and broken as Hayley and Kaylee.”

Savannah's eyes widened as she listened. No...she can't be telling the fucking truth...she can't have complete control of me...but I can't get away or even slap this stupid bitch! She made a dash to the door to the room, pushing her friends aside, and felt like she practically ran into a wall as her body refused to leave.

Prim snickered again, “It looks like you're still as stupid as you've always been, Savannah. Only now, you have some other activities that you need to take care of; you and your friends will have to get online pretty soon! And I don't want you spoiling things at Kaylee's continuing broadcast, so:

“Welcome to Heaven, Darling.”

Wh-what? What is she trying to do now? She is such a- Savannah felt her current thoughts come to a stop. Her body locked in place, her mind was changing. Her memories of her family, most of her friends, her LIFE was disappearing inside her brain, as it was starting to fill with nothing else but love and affection for Grim Prim, no, PERFECT PRIMROSE, overwhelming all her other thoughts.

There was a smile from Prim, “Well, it looks like you will be ready to join the other girls for their 'performance'; just remember that you are going to be THEIR toy on the camera, slut!”

No, no, no, no! I can't be losing myself! I am too good a girl for Perfect Primrose to control me. Fuck, I mean Wonderful Primrose! Shit, that fantastic and great girl would never...do...this...wonderful...thing...to...me!

Prim walked towards the door, putting her hands under Kaylee's and Hayley's chins, lifting them both up gently, as each girl scrambled to her feet. She gave a smile to both of them, “Alright girls, its nearly time for you to enjoy your times online,” she smiled. Looking at Kaylee, she continued, “As always, when that light turns on, talk to the screen and tell them all about having fun with Slutty, and now your new friend, Braindead. Isn't that right, Skanky?”

Kaylee gave a big smile and an eager nod; Master was so nice, giving her another name to use on the camera!

Prim gave her a deep kiss, giving one last glance at Savannah, no, Braindead's still trembling body before smiling and whispering in her newest toy's ear, "Tonight, you have to service everyone in front of the camera, Braindead!"

She walked into her own dark bedroom, across the hall from her brother's old room and the main home to her new slaves. Making sure that the cameras were still working (they should be, she was recording more material of Kaylee and Hayley making out for further distribution before she added Savannah to the room), she turning on the signal on the computer.

“Hi, everyone! It's Skanky again! I'm so glad that my Master wants me and Slutty to perform in front of you!” Kaylee said eagerly into the camera, climbing onto bed next to Hayley, “We both will do so many things that I'm sure you'll all enjoy every second!”

Prim watched their viewership, seeing the numbers climb already. The brainwasher hadn't been very cheap, and it had cost her all the insurance money she collected and then some to get all three girls into her possession. But having an eager duo of attractive, if stupid, performers had helped her make a sizable amount back already, and adding a third to the group was just icing on top.

“We have a third!” Hayley said eagerly, practically squealing as she bounced up and down, her tits eagerly bouncing in tone.

“Yup, our Master has gathered another fun toy for tonight. Everyone, say hello to Braindead!” Kaylee gave another smile toward Savannah.

There was a pause, as Prim watched closely. Their 'technical director' and seemingly nothing to do with a clearly male, fully dominant 'master' on her toys' broadcast, she did control the stream to make sure that nothing inappropriate was broadcast. That the broadcast was about a pair of nearly braindead girls making out or performing sexual acts on each other did leave a lot of dirty material in the 'appropriate' list, but on the off chance that something was done or said that could make watchers learn about HER, that needed to be stopped!

And as this was the first time that Savannah was being broadcast, and the first time that she had her brains properly rescrambled. If she actually showed anything like half her previous brain, Prim was ready to put up previous recordings of the girls while she 'fixed' Savannah's problems.

But after just a few seconds, Savannah walked onto the screen, getting onto the bed with Kaylee and Hayley. Her head looked nearly empty, as she glanced toward Kaylee, “Hi! I'm Braindead, and Master has told me that I should be servicing EVERYONE!”

At a few giggles from Kaylee and Hayley, they both started to pull off Savannah's few pieces of clothing between eagerly fondling her. Kayley pushed her down on the bed, her whole body visible in front of the camera. Her tits looked just as huge as they did in her tank top, and her pussy was easily visible.

Kaylee slipped the large vibrator out of her cunt and sat on Savannah's face, Savannah's tongue already going deep inside, while Hayley buried her tongue in Savannah's already wet pussy. As Kaylee and Savannah both gave out loud moans, there were numerous movements shifts from the girls in the room.

Prim clicked a few buttons, looking for the best angle for the girls from all the cameras that she'd added to the room. The ceiling was perhaps the best; a nice look at Savannah's tits from above, while seeing much of Kaylee's body and Hayley's nice round ass.

It wasn't long before numerous loud orgasms were being given off; that the brainwashing would make them 'sensitive to sexual actions' was far from a bad side effect. Kaylee gave out a huge 'OH MY GOD' as Savannah was moaning deep into her pussy as Hayley giggled herself.

Kaylee slid off of Savannah's face, her legs seeming to shake a bit, while Hayley pulled her wet mouth away from Savannah's cunt. As Savannah laid there, panting for breath, the other two girls smiled, gave each other a big, deep kiss, before switching sides on Savannah. Before Savannah could say anything, Hayley's cunt no longer had a vibrator deep inside and was on top of Savannah's mouth, as Kaylee's tongue slipped into Savannah's soaking wet pussy.

Prim did a few more quick shifts in the camera angles, splitting into two separate cameras: one looking at the front of Hayley's curves with a bleached blonde head between her legs, and a side view of Kaylee feasting eagerly on Savannah, raising her legs to make it easier to get a nice view of Kaylee's body and Savannah's red shoes.

With a great camera set up, Prim looked at the comments going on. Lots of comments on how hot all three girls were, plenty of requests to be the 'Master' that Kaylee had mentioned so often, a few requests to be treated just like Savannah, and most relevant, quite a few donations.

As more orgasms came from the room and her toys starting to lay on the bed together, Prim put the broadcast on a short timer. As much as she was sure that there were plenty of people who'd watch for hours more, she'd already gotten quite a few donations, and she was sure that between the cameras and their performance, she'd have plenty more material to add to the 'members only' part of their site. Plus, she was getting tired from all the monologuing.

Prim smiled to herself. It hadn't been cheap turning these three brats into empty-headed, eager sex toys, but it was fun watching their mindless bodies making up for at least part of the pain they caused with endless slutty actions serving as a solid method of income.

As more moans and giggles came from her brother's former room, she gave a bit of a sigh, “I know it's not what you would have preferred to start with, Crawford,” she picked up a picture of the school football team from their senior year, with several of the players circled with marks of 'future toy' written on the paperwork, “But these sluts are helping me make enough money to turn these guys into sex toys themselves pretty soon!” She gave a grin, laying down as she smiled, a few thoughts on what to have her toys do tomorrow dancing in her head.

Inspired by this prompt, by user u/gahidus.  This is my second attempt at a story for this sub. Again, it’s waaaay too long.  So long that I’m going to have to do 2-parts for this one, at least. Don’t worry, the magical gloryhole stuff is coming (hur-hur). I hadn’t counted on my inability to just go with “because magic”.

I'll hopefully have the rest finished by tomorrow or Wednesday, I think.

I hope you enjoy it, and thanks for reading!

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Contains (or eventually will contain): oral sex, lesbian sex, PIV, encourged-bi MMF, cum swallowing, cum eating, cum swapping.

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Part One:

Maisy was part of the newest 1st year cohort at Throbwalls University, one of the only three magical higher-education institutes in the world. Every year, just one-hundred-and-fifty high-flying aspirant wizards, witches, mages and sorcerers from magic-schools around Europe are hand picked to pass through its venerable gates. There they will spend the next five years honing their skills, hopefully graduating to be the next generation of the world's elite magic-users.

But, that’s a long time ahead.  Maisy was only just at the end of her first week!

And what a week it had been.  A dizzying whirlwind of  torchlit corridors, vaulted ceilings, great halls bathed in candlelight, dark, dank chambers, shifting walkways and passages, mysterious staircases leading to nowhere and everywhere. And the faces.  A never ending stream of new faces. 

Yes, the week-one orientation had been intense.

On the evening of her first Friday at Throbwalls, and with great relief and a deep sigh, Maisy shrugged off her robes. She let them fall in a crumpled heap around her feet and slid off her shoes, before plopping down to sit on the edge of her bed.  Her reflection looked back at her from the full-length mirror opposite. Pretty, she thought, acknowledging the quiet little voice of self-reproach in her head.

So full of yourself, she smiled.

Maisy was just shy of 5 '8 and still a little willowy, but she’d had filled out into a long, womanly figure. Her body reminded her of a viola, with her slender neck, delicate shoulders, plump 34C tits, pinched waist and wide, curvy  hips leading into long, shapely legs. Having just turned twenty-one three weeks ago, she was one of the youngest in her year, and the absolute youngest in her house.  Most of the other students though… they all seemed to have lived such sheltered, boring lives.  They all seemed so dull, so vanilla compared to her. And they were all so stuck-up!

Maisy’s wrong-side-of-the-tracks, inner-city childhood wasn’t something commonly encountered in the magical-world.  No, the Council of Magic generally did their best to keep the “wrong sort” from even finding out about the magical world running parallel to their own.  Of course, their best didn’t usually involve a lot of work.  Magic wasn’t something you could just stumble into. Only the oldest, richest families had the kind of wealth, the generational knowledge and the connections required to be in on a secret this big!

Sometimes though, there comes a person that it would be too dangerous not to induct into the art.  

A sorcerer.  

One of those poor young, usually very lonely, scared souls who find themselves at the centre of unexplained happenings; poltergeist phenomena, mysterious fires or unexplainable, gory deaths.  Luckily, she’d not been the type of nascent sorceress to accidentally turn someone inside out by way of their arsehole. No. She’d just inadvertantly terrified the absolute living shit out of everyone around her. 

That was how she’d come to the magical world.  One night, locked in the deep-dark cellar of the foster-home in which she’d been eventually dumped, a glowing doorway had simply appeared from nowhere.  Maisy had, without so much as a thought, stepped through. She’d been sure that whatever was on the other side, it couldn’t be any worse than where she was then.

That had been ten years ago, and a hard ten years at that.  Maisy, as a Sorcerer, an Innate as they were sometimes dismissively referred to these days, had always been one of the outsiders.  During her long school-days at Tribbsdale Magical Academy, just like at the foster-home, she had gravitated to that small pool of different people.  

And it was clearly going to be the same here at Throbwalls.  That was Maisy, queen of the weirdos and fuckups, already.

Not that she minded.  Early-on she’d realised that the weirdos and fuckups like her were the interesting ones.  The ones with something to say - even if they were often too timid to say it. And who, with the right guidance, might be willing to take a risk and be a bit naughty every now and then. Every school in the magical world has the same strict rules regarding sexual activity.  But then rules are meant to be broken, and by the age of eighteen, Maisy and her group of horny goblins had started breaking all those rules and had a lot of fun in those last few years at Tribbsdale. 

She was on her own here though, she reflected sadly. None of her friends had been selected. If Maisy wanted to find some fun here, she would need to find a new group of fuckups.

She stood up and looked at her reflection again.  She turned left and right, admiring her curves in the tight-fitting street clothes she always wore under her mandatory scholar’s robes - the tight little graphic-tee and the dangerously short little plaid skirt. Nothing else of course, she reflected with a giggle, doing a little twirl and making her skirt fly briefly up around her waist.  There was absolutely no point in bothering with any knickers beneath the stuffy, heavy robes.  There was no chance of anyone getting even the slightest glimpse of anything, no matter how hard she tried! 

She’d experimented a little with a localized spatial subtraction spell or two, trying to create some strategic holes in the robes that she could open and close at will, but with no success.  No matter what she’d tried, the spell just seemed to open holes to nowhere.  She sighed, trying to think again of a new approach, but nothing was coming to mind.  

As a sorcerer, that wasn't her kind of magic.  Her powers came naturally, not through study - although study she must, and hard, in order to use them safely and predictably. The magical education of people like her focussed on ways to control their innate powers at first, then to grow them and develop them.  Not like the others, who had to spend most of their childhoods buried in books just to achieve the simplest fire-lighting spell.

Even the basics of sorcerous powers were quite tricky to learn.  Not like the written-lore of wizards, witches and mages. Every spell for every sorcerer was different. Personal.  

There were no ancient, mystical tomes or grimoires to tell her how to do even the most simple magical operations. And manipulation of space and physical matter was very advanced stuff, potentially dangerous even.  It was also not really an area where she had any innate ability, so she’d been surprised that she’d even gotten as far as she had in such a short time.  

That was an up-side to being an innate though - a key part of any spell for her was how much she wanted the result.  That could be a two-edged sword, however. It’s why people like her could be so dangerous.  Why they had to be educated, despite the disdain the magical establishment has for them. 

Maisy’s innate skills centred around people.  She could read them, motivate them, scare them, entice them… sometimes control them. That came without effort - always had.  It’s what had landed her in foster-care in the first place. Waking up with your eldritch child standing over you, talking in great detail about the dream you just woke up from is probably a lot to take. No, all the effort there had been in learning to control it, use it to her advantage and also how to use it ethically. Of course, ethics and morals were… a little relative.  

As her control grew, she learned how to channel the magical flux that connected her to that great everything.  The source of the art.  Through her education, she’d learned to channel her powers into other disciplines. Hard work, study, grit and a lot of headaches had eventually won her the ability to do other things… start fires, conjure illusions… and yeah, make holes in stuff. Although she had to do some more research before she took that up again. 

I won’t be having much fun here if I accidentally teleport my clit off into some random hell-dimension! She thought, with a little smile.

Yes, she’d find a way to make these boring, frumpy robes more fun eventually! She had five years in this place, after all!

She sighed, relaxing. She was expecting too much of herself.  That and trying to get back to her old, naughty ways as soon as possible!

No rush, Maisy.

She sighed, sinking back against her pillows and closing her eyes.  The little skirt rode up round her hips as she settled. Her mind drifted back to that last night at Tribbsdale.  The last night she and her group of horny little reject freaks had all been together.

After all the tearful goodbyes had dried up, they’d found themselves in a sleepy tangle on the thick, comfy rug of the senior common-room. Maisy hadn’t meant for it to happen, but nor had she stopped it. It wasn’t like it hadn’t happened countless times before! But that night had been different.  Special.

She'd closed her eyes, just for a moment, as her head had rested in the lap of one of her friends. Her mind had reached out and silently filled the room with her desire, like a cheap, slutty perfume. There was no coercion, no bargaining, no request. Just breathless longing. 

The other girls in the room had begun to stir, all feeling it, all silently giving their assent.  A rippling chorus of wanton sighs and moans had filled the room. Lidded, smouldering eyes had locked. Legs had begun to entwine and hips gyrated. Skimpy nighties and negligees were dragged roughly up.  Thumbs and fingers hooked the waistbands of wet knickers and pulled them down over tender thighs.  

Someone, Maisy had not been sure who at first, had slowly lowered themselves down over her face.  Through closed eyes she’d heard the little shlick-shlick-shlick sound of the others, all waiting for their turn. She’d felt hands grabbing at her breasts and teasing her nipples. She’d stopped her awareness from reaching out to tell her who’s sopping wet flower was hovering just out of reach of her questing tongue.  No, she’d wanted to guess!  A string of ambrosia had dripped onto her lips, as if in reply, and she’d licked it off greedily.

Mmmmm… Like musky, bitter honey… Jasmine!

As if waiting for her cue, Jasmine had given in and enveloped Maisy’s mouth with her sopping wet, swollen pussy.  They both groaned and shuddered as Maisy’s hands gripped her friend’s full hips and pulled her hard against her mouth. She’d felt pain in her lips, felt them mashed between her teeth and Jasmine’s slick petals, but she didn’t care.  She’d shuddered with pleasure as Jasmine forced her throbbing clit between her lips. Maisy’s mouth had instinctively formed the puckered ‘o’ she’d practiced so many times on her friends, and she’d begun to gently suckle on Jasmine’s hard little bead, making the other girl gasp and tremble, slicking Maisy’s lips with more of her friend’s nectar.

Maisy had felt hands lightly touch her knees, gently draw them apart, then slide up her legs and start to slowly remove her own sopping-wet knickers. She’d allowed her mind to quest out, to see who was down there.  She’d gasped as her awareness had perceived the hungry mind of mousy little Esme!

Always on the periphery of her horny little group, petite, dark little Esme had only ever watched before.  Watched intently,  but never any more than that. Even on the odd special occasions when they’d found a worthy boy and snuck him in for a little extra ‘sauce’, she’d never done more than sit there, all big eyes and heavy-breathing behind her thick, straight, jet-black hair.  Maisy couldn’t even recall seeing the petite little witch playing with herself! But she’d always been able to feel Esme’s desire.  Then, in that moment, with Esme poised between her thighs, Maisy had felt the shy little creature turn feral, lunging forward, taking her last chance to bury her face in her friend's aching, gushing slit.  

The memory stretches out into an orgasmic haze of lips, tongues and slick, tingling flesh. In the darkening, empty room, Maisy groans loudly as her hand drifts down slowly toward the hem of her rumpled-up skirt.  Not to pull it down and protect her modesty, but to slide over it, and down. She feels the familiar wet sensation as her thighs part and her fingers begin to tease.  

Not rub… Not yet.  Just tease.  

She slides a finger up the length of her own dripping sex, pressing down as it glides over her swollen little clit.  She feels the texture of the striations in her own fingertips.  She feels the little pink hood snag and pull back, and she sighs as the cool air plays over the tingling, aching little bud. 

Her mind returns from her memory of that last night at Tribbsdale. It starts to wander as she moves her finger in slow, deliberate circles over her throbbing clit. It spreads out, reaching for nearby minds. She feels the other girls, moving around in the main dorm outside her door.  Maisy doesn’t care.  None of them were likely to walk into the weirdo-room. That was what the other girls in the house called her room.  A special chamber off the main dorm, where she slept, so that any nocturnal effects of her innate abilities didn’t bother the other students. 

Maisy shared the room with two other girls, Hekka and Amber. Both girls had quickly decided that they would rather tolerate the strange night-time happenings - and sensations -that come with sharing a room with a horny, developing sorceress, than the basic, mean-girls atmosphere of the main dorm. 

Maisy liked them both immediately. They were both shy and quiet; to Maisy’s hellcat mind, meaning ripe for corruption. And they didn’t look down on her like the other students from old families. It was still too early to tell one-hundred-percent, but, Maisy’s keen senses told her that these two were kindred spirits, and would soon become her little sidekicks!

Hekka was already very good at spatial magic too… maybe she would have some safe tips on how to liven up that boring robe?

Maisy smiled at the thought of corrupting her shy, cute roommates, increasing the pressure on her clit slightly, making herself squirm and whimper.  

She’d started on the very first night they’d moved into her room, on just the third day at Throbwalls. That night, as the three had lain in the dark, Maisy had reached out with her mind, making sure they were both still awake.  Then, beneath the covers, she’d slid one hand down to her wet slit, and with the other, reached up inside her little nightie to play with a sore, swollen nipple.  She hadn’t masturbated in days at that point and had to force herself not to just fling off her covers, spread her legs and go all out. To spread her mind out to all that would listen and give her new roomies an introduction they’d never forget! But, that had led to trouble before, so she’d played it cool. Well, cool for Maisy, anyway.

The tiny motions she’d made soon still produced those unmistakable, wet little noises.  Loud, in that quiet, moonlit gloom, despite the covers. And through her awareness, Maisy had known that Hekka and Amber were both all ears! Encouraged, she’d started playing harder, and harder, allowing those little sounds to become those unmistakable, sopping-wet shlick-shlick-shlick sounds she loved!  She’d felt her roommates' minds. A little scared at first, but excited, throbbing, fraying from girly-pink to scandalous crimson at the edges. 

She’d nearly given in to her desire to let those sweet tendrils of desire reach out to the two girls.  But then, and causing her to utter a moan loud enough for even the miserable, boring bitches in the main dorm to hear, and a with shiver that rattled her bed, Maisy had felt her two new friends begin to play along with her.  Shortly after she’d had her very first shuddering, groaning orgasm of her time there. 

The other two, still too shy to let go and cum, had both teased themselves into an agonized, fitful sleep. Maisy had felt their sticky, scarlet dreams as she drifted off. The three hadn’t spoken of it aloud - yet - but it had been the same the following night; all three of them rubbing away in the darkness, little wet sounds and moans mingling together. It hadn’t gone on for long before Maisy had thrown her covers back and wantonly dragged her little nighty up around her tummy. She’d torn her little sheer knickers to shreds getting them off, spread her long legs as wide as she could get them, toes desperately pressed together and then fucking wanked! 

She’d rubbed and fingered and spanked herself sore, loudly cumming over and over again, listening to the frustrated whimpers of Hekka and Amber, feeling their minds desperate to touch her, as they teased themselves jealously, and pretended to be asleep. 

But even without her powers and without their poorly disguised little whimpers and squelches, Maisy would've known they were both wide awake again, and watching intently.  Her bed lay in the middle of the room, bathed in the beam of moonlight from the only window.  Her roommates' beds both lay in the shadows, either side of hers, but when she glanced left and right, she could see that moonlight reflecting off their eyes!  Curious, hungry, envious eyes.  Maisy was sure she’d even seen Amber try a little taste of herself!

Yes! She grinned to herself, opening her eyes, coming back to the present. She stopped the circling and started to tap-tap-tap-tap on her hard little clit, her body jerking slightly with each light impact. Despite the challenges she was going to face as a sorceress, as an innate, she was going to love her time here!  She lay there as dusk gathered, dropping into a trance as her fingers kept her there, just on the edge. 

Slowly, letting her eyes fall closed once more. Maisy fell into a fitful doze.  As she lay there on top of the covers, the tiny skirt still rucked up around her hips and one hand still buried between her thighs, her mind wandered from her body. 

It floated around aimlessly for a while, looking for something interesting to latch on to.  When her powers had first begun to manifest, these out-of-body dreams had scared her. The otherworldly feeling of being uncorporeal wasn’t something you easily get used to, and often left you feeling like you were an intruder in your own body after waking.  That had been bad enough, but when her mind started to touch the psyches of others… 

Waking up with the echoes of someone else’s dreams and memories mixed in with her own had nearly broken her mind. 

But now, after so many years, they were like a nightly vacation. She didn’t feel bad about these powers - she never actually tried to invade another person’s mind.  It just, sort-of… happened. It’s also not as though she can hear their thoughts.  It’s something more fundamental than that. Shared feelings, emotions, sensations, desires… things that don’t require words to have meaning to people.

As her mind wandered she became dimly aware that she had ended up near the boy’s dormitory.  Interesting… she hadn’t really even considered the boys yet!

There’d been some encounters with the odd lad back at Tribbsdale, some of the more shy, quiet ones who weren’t so full of themselves. But she’d mostly confined herself to sapphic, sticky fumblings at night with the other girls. She found many boys physically attractive, she couldn’t deny.  But, being able to feel their minds was often off-putting.  It wasn’t that she objected to their lust - far from it, more that their minds were always focussed on the tips of their own dicks. She didn’t want someone to just stick their cock in and pump away until he came. She wanted someone who would get off by getting her off!  Still, she did enjoy the feel of their hungry eyes, she had to admit.

Her consciousness drifted around the boy’s dorm, looking for an interesting mind.  She could feel something.  It was over at the back of the long room, at the far corner. A hot sensation, like the warmth of a campfire glowing out of the darkness of a cold night to warm her face. Unbidden, she drifted towards the heat.  

The boy’s dorm at night-time was, of course, absolutely full of horny dreams. But they were all like candle-flames compared to the one that drew her. This was like a roaring fire. It spit and crackled.  Maisy could feel the sex coming off it like smelling the scent from a rose.  Fuck, she could practically taste it! It was a wonder every hard cock in here wasn’t erupting from the psycho-sexual pressure of it. Her own astral body sang in tune with its vibrations.

Alone in her dark room, moonlight glinting on the puffy lips of her twitching sex, Maisy groans and bites her lip. 

Her mind comes to rest over the sleeping figure in the very corner of the room.  A first year boy, tightly wrapped in his covers. She recognises him from the sea of faces during orientation, but doesn’t know his name.  He stood out among the others immediately. About average height, and slim, or at least from what she’d been able to see under his robes.  A slim, pale angular face, framed by shoulder-length auburn hair in loose curls, with a subtle point to the jaw. Very, very handsome*.* He had shy, green eyes that had looked at her briefly then been torn away.

His hands are now clasped between his thighs, and he moans in sweet torment as he dreams.  Tendrils of that dream reach out to her mind, sensing her there and reaching out to connect, desperate to share. She could feel the throbbing, aching heat of it.  Whatever was going on in that head must be spicy!

She reached out gently, letting his mind feel hers, like holding her hand out to an animal to let it get used to her scent.  He immediately pulled her in, clearly desperate for the connection, desperate for someone to see.

She lets herself be pulled into the boy’s dreaming mind and allows it to intertwine with her own.  

Maisy gasps as the boy’s dream-sensations fill her mind. It’s never like a movie.  She sees no images.  It’s dark and the only sound is a thunderous, throbbing pulse.  She feels what the boy dreams. She’s done this many a night, but the intensity is something new!  She feels hands, tongues, she feels her hand gliding through the petals of a desperate, pulsing, wet rose.  She feels the sensation of soft flesh pressed against her face and mouth, of a hard little nipple slipping between her lips. She feels its roughness soften to slickness as she plays her tongue… as the boy plays his tongue across it. 

All things she was used to feeling from others, but never like this from a boy! Never this strong. Such desire to please, to serve, even! She can feel his cock throbbing, but his thoughts are elsewhere, on the pleasure of the others that his mind has populated his dream with.

I need to make friends with this one!

She hovered there, connected with this unusual young man.  There was something else, a desire for something that he doesn’t even quite know how to imagine the feeling of yet.  She senses it pushing into the midst of the sensuous flesh-coloured threads that envelop and tease his dreaming mind. A darker, pink-purple force that drips with some kind of intense, desperate purpose. She feels the feminine spectres of his fantasy gasp in delight at its arrival.  The boy's mind and body tremble as they entwine themselves around it, and begin to caress it. 

Already aware of the insistent throbbing between the boy’s legs, she now feels it grow, beginning to ache.  In her moonlit room, her own body responds and she moans and shudders, her body heaving on top of her covers.

The boy’s arousal was at fever-pitch now.  Maisy could feel it, like a cork about to pop. Feeling a slight pang of pity, she considered giving him just that little prod he’d need to get relief and slip into a peaceful sleep, but she was intrigued, so she let him dream.

The new presence was taking over now. She could feel his desire reaching for it.  His mind focussed by the closeness of his orgasm, the boy’s fantasy bloomed.  His imagination was strong, strong enough that Maisy’s mind-sight could piece together all the disparate feelings and imagined sensations.

She’d felt this before.  Exactly this! Back at the academy, the first time she and her little coven had snuck a rare boy back to their dorm, on her eighteenth birthday. 

He’d stood there, naked, as she’d kneeled in front of him.  The tip of his hard cock had just been millimetres from her lips.  She recalled seeing it twitch in time with the boy’s rapid pulse.  As she’d parted her lips and slowly drawn them over the head of the boy's leaking, straining cock.  She hadn’t known what that would feel like, but she’d had an idea, formed over many nights of fantasising and plotting with the girls. And she’d desperately hoped that the reality matched the fantasy.  She’d not been disappointed, so that feeling of anticipation for the first taste had burned indelibly into her mind.

The boy had cum, almost instantly. And hard, too. Not knowing, or caring what else to do, Maisy had held him there in her mouth, letting him unload as she flicked her tongue around the pulsing head of his exploding cock.  Groaning, the boy had finally withdrawn from her mouth, collapsing on shaky legs.  She’d felt jealousy radiating from one or two of the others, aroused curiosity from the rest. Some of them had fallen on him, lapping and sucking at his sensitive head as he writhed and groaned, desperately wanting them to stop, but at the same time wanting to feel more of their tongues and lips.

She’d held his cum there, in her mouth, savouring the taste of the boy’s orgasm.  Not a ‘nice’ flavour, far from it, like phlegm and seawater… but it made her feel… it made her feel more naughty than she’d ever felt before!  She’d savored gooey texture, rolling it around on her tongue.  With a delighted quiver she’d gulped his load down.  Then with the taste of his spunk still in her mouth, her girls - those that weren’t all over the poor boy, had licked and sucked and rubbed her until she’d passed out.

That anticipation.  That desperate need to feel that sensation for the first time.  That’s what she felt radiating off this poor, confused young man. As well as this uncommon desire to please. This boy was definitely special!

Now starting to feel slightly guilty at the extent of her intrusion, Maisy began to withdraw.  This was very private, and this boy, though he unconsciously reached out for… for someone, well she didn’t feel right going so deep into the mind of a total stranger, especially in such an intimate fantasy.  Still… it wasn’t nice to leave him all confused like this.  And in so much pain now too!

On a whim, Maisy decided to do something she could well live to regret.  She teased out that memory of that first time a hard cock had bulged and then erupted in her mouth.  She took the thread of that feeling and the memory of that taste and gently weaved it into the boy’s dream.  The boy’s body stiffened beneath his covers, then began to shudder as he let out a low, satisfied moan, then fell silent.

In her dark room, moonlight still playing over her sopping wet, twitching cunt, Maisy slowly opened her eyes, and smiled. 

These dream revelations always required a little follow-up investigation - her interpretations had been off before, but not often.  Well, that was the project for this weekend then! She, Hekka and Amber would have to find an excuse to get to know this very interesting young man!  Of course that would mean accelerating her already all-too-easy corruption of her two shy little roomies. Maisy had been enjoying the tease, and had intended to get one of them to break without resorting to her old tricks, but this was potentially an opportunity she wanted to jump on immediately!

Speaking of her roomies…

Oooh!

Maisy gasped, casting her eyes around the room.  She realized with only a very slight blush, that Amber and Hekka’s beds were occupied!

Well, her dripping pussy was nothing they hadn’t already seen, whether they were ready to admit it yet or not!

Her clit throbbed in the cold air, and her hand was still there between her wet thighs.  The boy’s dream had made her ache and she needed to cum, now!  She resumed her slow circling with her fingers, as she recalled her own memory of swallowing that boy’s load, and how her friends had then pleasured her with the taste of his orgasm in her mouth.  She imagined the boy who’d dream she shared. Imagined now sharing that first load of hot, sticky spunk with him in a desperate kiss. She imagined their lips and tongues locking together around the sensitive head of the boy's spent cock, and teasing the last drops out.

She reached out into the room with her awareness, and felt her roommates, both awake and aching right along with her.  To her right she saw Hekka’s breathing grow faster, and to her left she heard a little sigh from amber.  Maisy lets her eyes fall closed again.  She opens her legs wider, as wide as they will go, and her little slow circles become a fast, frantic, sloppy, wet rubbing.  She lets her mind go, feeling the two girls' own minds shiver as her consciousness touches theirs, communicating her desire to them, softly at first, then crying for it. 

In the darkness, over the sounds of her own frantic masturbation, Maisy hears the sound of Hekka sliding out from under her covers.  She hears bare feet tentatively take one step, then another, now crossing the room.  Maisy gasps, quivering as she feels Hekka’s long, blonde hair brush against her inner thighs. She whimpers as she feels her friend’s hot breath against her sex. Hekka holds there, gasping, and Maisy feels her hungry anticipation.

In the darkness to her left, Maisy hears Amber slip from under her covers. There is pressure on the mattress by her head, then the moonlight is blotted out.

To be continued…

Prompt me ideas about spooky girls.

No Blood, Necro, or potty time.

Hey, I'm looking for a simple premise: a naive, shy, and sweet girl (or girls) gets involved in something bad and gets fucked up (Literally). Setting, time and anything else to your disposition, I'm counting on you all!

All genders and sexualities welcome

Hopefully nothing happens like someone realizes what’s happening, or gets offended, or it rains…

All characters and sexualities welcome.