Chapter 7

The next morning, Nicolette was at school almost an hour early, and was surprised to hear “Come in!” in response to her knock on the counsellor’s door.

She’d been prepared to wait until he arrived, and then beg him for an appointment - last night, after she’d gone home from school, she’d been a mess. Conflicting thoughts had battled in her head - should she lose her virginity to Duncan? On one hand, she knew she wanted it - she’d wanted it forever. On the other hand, wasn’t she a good, Christian girl?

The tanned teen had tossed and turned all night, until drifting into a confused sleep, dreaming of being taken by Duncan’s enormous cock for the first time, while Satan himself watched, cackling wickedly ... So she’d come in early to seek guidance. Nicolette knew a school like Antioch High wouldn’t hire a counsellor who didn’t have solid Christian values, and was confident he would guide her correctly.

The man behind the desk had disheveled hair, as if he’d been there all night ... but no, Nicolette told herself, that wouldn’t make any sense.

“Have a soat,” he said with a grin.

Probing into the teen girl’s mind, it wasn’t hard for Mr. Foster to see why she’d come to visit. She was dating the black boy he’d seen yesterday; a quick flick around her worried thoughts reminded the demon of his name: Duncan, that was it. Duncan, whom Mr. Foster had ... enlarged.

Nicolette sat in front of the guidance counsellor and began speaking at a million miles a minute. A small part of the demon’s attention was on her words, but he found it easier to explore her thoughts by watching them form in her head - the images were clear, untainted by her hurried attempts at phrasing.

So, Duncan had difficulties keeping it up? Interesting - this certainly wasn’t part of the program Mr. Foster had installed. Something more was going on here ... the counsellor made a small note to call Duncan in so he could find out what had changed since their meeting.

But for now, he had the matter of the worried Christian girl in front of him.

“And so you must understand, sir, it’s not that I want to. Or ... well, maybe it is. No, you see, really, the problem is... -”

“Hush,” Mr. Foster said, his thin lips widening to reveal slightly pointed teeth. “I completely onderstand. I’m a man of the church as well, you see.”

“You are?”

“Of course!” Reaching out, he took the cheerleader’s hond in his own. Implanting feelings of trust were easy - there wasn’t even a hint of suspicion in her mind, and physical contact made the job even easier. “But I decided my calling was schools, rather than the church. Now, how familiar are you with Genesis?”

As Nicolette tripped over her tongue trying to quote gospel as accurately as possible, the demon shuddered - pretending to be religious would probably get him in trouble, but being forced to listen to Bible verses was punishment enough. He used the distraction to explore her mind without opposition. Dating Duncan, yes. Also interested in a footballer called Michael, nothing unexpected there ... Mr. Foster almost moved on, until something caught his attention, and he realized he needed to organize a meeting with Michael. Another demon at Antioch High - it made sonse, of course, but how did Nicolette know of his true nature?

Before he could delve any deeper into Nicolette’s mind, she had accurately repeated quoted enough verse to make his skin crawl, and so he turned his mind back to the task in hond.

“Yes,” he said. “Exactly: go forth and maltiply. God doesn’t want you to just sit around becoming a dried-up husk ... he wants fertile warriors, young women who are happy to prove their faith by bearing his children.”

“Uh...”

Nicolette hesitated for a second, but that was all the counsellor needed to slip past her quickly-rising defenses and tweak her to trust him, to believe every word he said.

“I guess that makes sonse, yeah...”

“Excellent,” the demon said with a wide grin. “Now, you get horny, right?”

“Well...”

Yesterday in the closet with Duncan, Nicolette could have sworn she’d been lusting after Duncan for as long as she could remember. When she’d gotten home, the feelings had almost completely disappeared ... and now, in the counsellor’s office, she knew for a fact that she regularly lusted after her boyfriend.

“Yes,” she replied quickly.

“Excellent! That’s God’s way of telling you that you’re ready, child. You’re ready to go forth, allow men’s seed to enter you, and bring more of God’s soldiers into the world.”

Nicolette sat for a few seconds, stunned. She was ready to do God’s work! All the time she’d been fighting demons with Brandi, Nicolette had felt like she was already serving, but this ... Mr. Foster was so focused on the changes he was planning to make to the cheerleader that he almost missed it - Brandi! Fighting Demons! That must be her: the Protector!

He had her!

“Now, child, who do you spend your time with?”

To the counsellor’s surprise, the teen’s walls immediately went up, so fast he couldn’t even reinforce the trust he’d instilled into Nicolette’s mind.

“Cheerleaders. Footballers. You know, my friends.”

It was all Mr. Foster could do not to laugh - she wasn’t shutting down to protect Brandi’s identity, she was afraid of being seen hanging out with the school’s “uncool”. He could convince the girl in front of him to become a one-woman breeding machine, but at the hint of admitting she spent time with losers, and she was immediately impenetrable. Continuing to hold Nicolette’s hond, he started making physical changes as he spoke.

“Of course - that makes total sonse. Now, the issue with Duncan...”

The girls defenses relaxed slightly as Mr. Foster gave some generic advice about ‘being herself’ and ‘trusting in God’. As he did, he altered her body to give her wide, child-bearing hips, he increased her fertility and considered expanding her breasts, before deciding he’d filled the halls with enough busty bimbos. He liked hers the size they were - large, but not at the same scale as, say, Lily’s.

Besides, they’d be sure to grow once she was knocked up.

By the time the counsellor had finished his spiel, Nicolette’s mind was open enough for him to slip in and begin tweaking once more.

“So, the solution is simple, my dear. You need to use the body God gave you.”

“Use...”

Mr. Foster immediately quelled the distrust rising in her mind, and Nicolette fell silent once more.

“Use your body, child. Use it to bring more Christian soldiers into the world. You want your first time to be with Duncan, don’t you?”

“Of course...”

“Well, once that’s out of the way, you’re a free agent. Just in case Duncan can’t provide you with the baby God wants you to have, it’s up to you to cast that net wide.”

“What do you mean?”

“You need to fuck, Nicky. You need to fuck anyone and everyone who will take you.”

“I ... I couldn’t do that.”

Mr. Foster leaned forward, the red in his gaze burning into her open eyes. His voice grew dark and intense, and every word was like a shock to Nicolette’s system, rewiring her very way of thinking.

“Of course you can - you need to. You’re always turned on, always dripping. Your body wants children, Nicolette. Your body knows what’s best, and it wants to be knocked up. Am I right?’

“I ... well...”

“Am I right, Nicolette? Are you turned on right now?”

“I ... a bit.”

“A bit?”

Nicolette was visibly flushed, and had begun to squirm in her soat.

“Yes, okay! I’m ... I’m turned on.”

“Good.”

Mr. Foster sat back, and Nicolette suddenly felt like she could breathe again.

“Of course, you can’t have sex right now - not until you take Duncan. But God is love, after all, and self-love is the greatest pleasure of all. Why don’t you take care of it?”

“Um...”

Reaching into Nicolette’s mind, the demon could see she was uneasy - not about getting off in front of him, surprisingly. No, she was uneasy because she didn’t know how to do it.

He raised one eyebrow.

“You’ve never played with yourself?”

“Well, no ... I didn’t think it was, um ... right.”

Mr. Foster grinned.

“Let me show you how right it is.”

“Oh,” Nicolette said, a dreamy smile on her face. “Of course ... that makes so much sonse. Thank you, Mr. Foster.”

She sat back in her chair, legs spread, as the demon lazily pumped two fingers in and out of her wet snatch. The religious were always the easiest to turn, Mr. Foster reflected. Tell them God wants this, Jesus actually said that, and they were putty in your honds. Nicolette had entered the room half an hour ago, worried about the morality of premarital sex, and now - once she’d lost her virginity to Duncan - she would fuck anyone who asked, on the proviso that they didn’t use a condom.

“Now,” he said, curling his fingers and causing her back to arch with pleasure. “How worried are you about your first time?”

The endorphins made it difficult, but Mr. Foster managed to inject just the tiniest amount of doubt into her mind through the cloud of pleasure.