Chapter 32

“And, of course, we need to work out what’s happening,” Niles said, adjusting his cock.

He’d hoped that the group of teens wouldn’t notice - he’d intended it to be a subtle motion - but the British man had failed to account for the fact that most of them were completely sex-obsessed, and all but one of them were specifically fixated on cock.

Niles tried not to think about how easy it would be to remove his pants, and order the group of teens sitting in front of him to worship his cock.

They deserve to be taken, he thought angrily, and it was only by closing his eyes and breathing deeply that he managed to chase the thought - and the fury - away.

It had taken him a while to recognize that something was different, something had changed. It was after he’d coated Rita with a load of cum and sneeringly ordered Duncan to eat it off her that he’d realized he was perhaps acting slightly out of character.

He and Duncan had sat down and nutted it out (taking occasional breaks for Duncan to eat his ass out, as punishment for whenever the black teen said anything particularly stupid or unhelpful) and decided that his dominant tendencies probably weren’t new, but his explosive anger certainly was.

“Of course,” Brandi agreed, her boobs bouncing as she nodded. Niles tried desperately not to stare at them, but it was a real challenge - they were new, of that he was sure. He would have noticed his protege’s breasts being larger than her head.

Wouldn’t he?

That was the trouble with supernatural memory meddling - it was hard to tell which thoughts were new and which weren’t.

Niles knew that Brandi - as the Protector - was immune to having her memory altered ... but then, she should have been immune to her faculties being lowered as well, and it was becoming increasingly clear that the blonde teen was now as dumb as a bag of rocks.

Dumb rocks.

For instance - and Niles felt his anger rising towards her, even as he knew that it wasn’t her fault - it was clear that Brandi wasn’t really listening. Her eyes had glazed over as soon as Niles had moved a hand towards his pants, and she was probably now imagining kneeling in front of him, her mouth gaping open stupidly as he stroked his hard cock until he coated her with cum ... Niles coughed, an attempt to distract from his second attempt to subtly adjust his crotch, but it didn’t work. Everyone in the room except Michael was now openly staring at his hardness, threatening to burst out of his pants.

He could have them all. He could get them all to strip, to bend over, and fuck each of them, one by one. They could all be his... No, Niles told himself, blinking twice and trying to get the idea out of his head. This isn’t helpful. But it sure would be fun... As Niles got lost in his own thoughts of complete sexual domination, Brandi crossed her legs slowly, completely aware of the attention that the motion drew from everyone else in the room.

God, she thought despairingly. They must all be totally grossed out by how much skin I’m showing. She hadn’t been able to help it. Even as she’d known that she should wear something to hide her disgusting flesh, Brandi had been uncontrollably drawn to her favorite brown boots and the white miniskirt she’d found among her mother’s clothes. Her hair - unusually for Brandi - was in a ponytail. She’d discovered the hard way how hard it was to wash cum out, and so her long mane was tied it back in preparation for the inevitable.

Before the school-day ended, she was sure she’d have received at least one load to the face.

“Mom!” Brandi had gasped, walking in on her mother and lover a few days earlier. Kristine and Michael’s heads had both whipped around, but Brandi ran out before she could see the contrite, guilty looks on their faces.

They got dressed and chased after her, but by the time they hit the streets she was long gone. Kristine called Niles, and he’d arrived at their house less than half an hour later, bringing Duncan with him. Lily’s phone had gone unanswered, and so Niles had gone to fetch her while the others split up and started searching the Protector’s usual haunts.

When the Mentor had found Lily, naked alone in her room, the smell of cum thick in the air, he’d been furious.

“You,” he’d growled, and Lily’s eyes had opened in fear. She’d just finished showering, managing to bring herself to a fatigued orgasm just reliving the memories of what had just happened, and her body desperately needed sleep.

Niles began explaining the situation, but Lily’s eyes kept drooping closed. Finally, Niles couldn’t control himself any more - he’d grabbed Lily by the arm, thrown her over his knees, and spanked her until his hand was sore and tears were rolling down her face.

Despite her tears, Lily found something deeply erotic about the Brit’s obvious anger, and she managed to drag her aching body off the bed and drop to her knees in front of him.

“More,” she rasped.

“Punish me more.”

And for the next hour and a half Niles had done exactly that.

When he was done with her, she’d passed out from exhaustion, his cum leaking from each of her holes. Which was unfortunate, because she was the only one who could have reasonably guessed where Brandi was.

“You want a job?” the rat-faced man behind the bar said, and Brandi nodded dumbly. Her brain had been completely overloaded by what she’d seen that day, and she just wanted to escape from it all. She had walked and walked until she’d come to a familiar sight - the bar that she and Lily had delivered the strange package to.

No, not bar. Club.

Strip club.

She knew it was a long shot. Someone as unattractive as her was unlikely to ever be hired to take their clothes off ... but she had to try.

The owner looked her up and down, and a sneer began to spread across his face.

“We have a strict audition process...”

“I’ll do anything,” Brandi begged, and with a deliberately reluctant shrug, the owner had brought her backstage and watched as she’d slowly and (she knew) awkwardly begun removing her clothes.

To her surprise, that had only been the first part of the audition process. The club’s owner fucked her twice and - hearing her begging for it as she came - blown his third load onto her face and tits.

He’d pointed her to the shower, and once she was cleaned up she’d spent the night on the stage.

To her surprise, and against all odds, the audience had loved her routine. There hadn’t been much to it - she’d just gotten up on-stage and (as she had for the club’s owner) slowly removed the skimpy outfit which had been provided for her.

What Brandi hadn’t realized was that being the Protector had given her a natural elegance and grace. Her stripping was smooth and coordinated. Her new body - despite her implanted opinion on it - was flawless. Huge and perky tits; long, smooth legs; a face that just screamed “dumb slut”.

The club owner had explained her duties. And then he’d explained it twice more. Brandi wished she wasn’t so stupid, but by the end of the third explanation, she understood what she had to do.

Get on stage, strip, then put some panties and pasties on and get people to take her into a room for a private dance.

Once she had them alone, she had to ... damn it, what were the rules? Something about touching.

She had to touch them? That couldn’t be a rule. Could it?

Brandi was so focused on trying to remember the rules of a private dance that she hadn’t realized - more than half of this particular bar’s clientele was made up of demons.

And one of them had recognized who she was.

While Brandi had been stripping for demons, her friends had reconvened at the school.

“Something’s going on,” Niles had growled, and the rest of the gang had just nodded in response. Duncan was trying to quash his wish for Niles to dominate him again, Nicolette was trying to avoid eye-contact with Michael, Kristine was wishing that Niles was just five years younger, and Michael was feeling awful for what he’d done ... and fighting his desperate desire to do it again.