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Ah yis! Chapter 2 is now up. I'd like to thank all of you that read and left comments on the first one. I am happy to hear that it was liked despite the lack of smut. Hopefully this will be a treat for those that love some mind break. I know Car2bage and I certainly do. We had a lot of fun writing this capter, and this is but a drop in the bucket compared to what we have planned~ Please enjoy our story! And please, leave a comment or review. We love hearing feedback. Chapter 2 "Jeff, hurry it up or you'll be late for school!" Allison was at the front door with her purse slung over her shoulder and her kid's lunches in her hands. It had been two weeks since she last had to go through the normal morning routine, and she wouldn't admit that she missed this, getting her kids up and ready for their first day at school. After a week of getting settling in it was definitely time for the four of them to go back to hitting the books. Ellen and the twins were already at the door. The twins looked fully energized, but Ellen looked a little on the tired side, odd for the normally chipper young girl. She had been sleeping in well past ten every morning since they moved here. The thoughtful mother just assumed that she just wasn't adjusting well, but she was a tough girl, and she would definitely bounce back. The woman handed her only daughter her lunch and ran her hand through her hair. "Wake up kiddo," she laughed softly to which her daughter only weakly smiled back. She would have let Ellen have an extra day if the girl wasn't so adamant about going back. "I've missed so much already!" Those were her exact words last night when the two of them talked, and she wasn't about to tell her girl no... With three of the four kids in her car, Allison looked through her purse. She had her wallet stowed in her bag along with a gaggle of other things, but she was missing something. She sighed in aggravation and tossed her purse on the seat of her family's black SUV. "Be right back. I forgot my keys..." she muttered. She took the walk back up the driveway when she suddenly felt odd. Out of the corner of her eye she could see someone in the yard right next to them. Standing in the yard was a woman not much older than she. She was in a pink bathrobe with matching pink slippers and seemed to be out collecting the morning paper. Allison didn't know what it was, but it felt as though her eyes were bearing into her all the way from where she was. Silly because the woman smiled and waved happily, to which Allison replied in kind. She supposed it wouldn't be a bad idea to go over and introduce herself. This was the first time she'd seen another soul in this neighborhood... In the car, Marshall pulled out the DS he had hidden in his bookbag and started playing Pokemon. Marcus glanced over and gave him a slightly disapproving look. "You're not supposed to bring that to school, you know. They'll take it away if they catch you," the shy boy said. "Relax," Marshall said, giving a wave of his stylus hand before going back to the game. "I'm sure everyone there has one hidden in their desk or something. If I got caught, they'd have to call out everyone else. Besides, Pokemon teaches tons of life lessons you can't learn from a teacher, like networking and the value of long term investments like Magikarp. Right Ellen?" Ellen looked back at the twins blankly from the front passenger's seat, exhaustion clearly evident. "I'll take that as a yes." Marcus shrugged and sighed. "If you say so." There was never any convincing Marshall of these things. He was sure his brother would try to sneak it among his things to avoid blame anyways. His attention turned to his older sister, who slouched back in her seat. "Hey Ellen, you okay? You've seemed a little out of it ever since we moved here." Ellen shifted slightly. "I'm fine," she said quietly. "I just... haven't gotten a lot of sleep lately." Marshall snickered at her answer. "I bet it's the ghosts keeping her up. You know, like that Paranormal Activity movie." He gave a silly ghost impression, then went back to his game. "That's not funny, Marshall. It could really be haunted. I heard the lady who used to own it was killed by the people living in this town." "Yeah, a long time ago. Stop being such a big baby, Marcus, nothing's going to come and get you." "You don't know that! Last night I heard voices and the walls creaking! And the night before I woke up and had my bed totally soaked! There has to be something going on!" "Yeah, you're just delusional. The voices were Mom and Dad having their 'special alone time.' And no one dumped water on your bed, you wet it. I know, your stupid nightlight kept me up long enough to see it. Honestly, sometimes I can't believe we're twins..." Marcus couldn't think of a reply. Instead his cheeks puffed out, and he bit his bottom lip out of frustration. It would have been cute if the boy wasn't so angry. Good thing both their mother and their older brother got back before it escalated quickly. Marcus was as shy as he was sensitive. It wouldn't do to have him bawling his eyes out before he got to school... "Alright. Keys, phone, and we are out of here!" Allison said excitedly as she hopped into the driver's seat. Jeff joined her up front; his eyes glued to his phone like usual. "You guys buckled up back there?" she asked, looking back just to be sure. And with that, they were out of the driveway, leaving Garrett and the "ghost" at home. The school that they all would be attending was called Millview, It was the only school in the quaint little town. It went from kindergarten to twelfth grade and boasted a little over a thousand kids. The town was small after all, and not many people moved their on a daily or even monthly basis. They pulled up to the school where they were dropped off right in front of the gates where there was a mix of parents and students disembarking. "Alright, first day guys! I want you all to be good. You got that Jeff? Marshall?" She sent a warning glance to the two "troublemakers." They weren't bad kids, but they tended to do stupid things that got them in trouble, and Allison wasn't exactly enthused to come here due to a school meeting. "Ok, I want you two to stick together. That nice lady over there will tell you where your classrooms are." To this the three youngest kids nodded. "Yeah, I think I can find it alright on my own," Jeff said bluntly, opening the door and getting out of the car. "See ya mom." With him, the other three followed suit, at least giving their mother a hug before jumping out onto the asphalt. The woman that their mother had mentioned was none other than the principal of the school. They would come to know her as Christina Jenning. She looked like a prim and proper woman. Her salt and pepper hair was pulled into a tight bun, and the blue blazer she wore was starched and cleaned till it practically shined. The older woman, she had to be in her sixties at least, looked at the three children with a curious glance. "Ah, you must be the new family that registered a few weeks prior. We have been looking forward to seeing you," she said in a manner that was quite soft despite her steely appearance. My name is Principal Jennings. Feel free to come by my office at any time. My door is always open." Only Marcus was paying her any real attention, his eyes peeking up at her nervously. The others were focused on other things- Jeff on his phone, Marshall on the decorations hanging from the atrium's skylight as if he wanted to try and climb them, and Ellen on just staying on her feet. Principal Jennings's soft demeanor slipped slightly. "Well, if you all will follow me, I'll take you to your classes." With that she turned on her heel and walked ahead. The four of them stayed back for a moment until Marcus saw they were all being left behind. He gave his brothers a small nudge to get them moving. Ellen needed a little more motivation, so he grabbed her hand and pulled her along. "The school is divided into three main wings- one for elementary students, one for junior high, and one for high school students. Right now, we're in the junior high." The principal led the kids down a locker lined hall. As Marcus led his sister along, he kept his eyes down to the ground to avoid looking at the older kids making their way to homeroom. Every once in a while, he looked back on Ellen, seeing her eyes hidden behind her bangs each time. He'd always go back to looking down, but at one point he felt Ellen's grip tighten around his hand. Face red, he looked back and saw her with a small smile on her face. Before he could ask her what she was doing, the principal stopped them in front of a classroom. "Okay, this is Ellen Sanders's homeroom." They all stood and waited for Ellen to enter, but she just stood there with a strange smile on her face. Marcus tugged on her hand to get her to let go. Principal Jennings stepped up next to her. "Alright dear, time for class. No need to be nervous." She put a hand on Ellen's shoulder and suddenly jumped like she'd just been startled by something. Marcus saw her face tense with confusion before it relaxed to a strange, eerie smile, like she'd just caught on to some secret joke and was trying not to laugh lest she reveal the secret. "Come along now," the principal said, urging Ellen on into the classroom. She finally moved and stepped inside. "Alright. Now let's get you three to your classes." Principal Jennings took Marcus's now free hand and pulled him forward, that creepy smile still spread across her face. He wasn't sure what the principal was so happy about, or what was going on with his sister, but whatever it was, he wasn't sure if he would like to know either. Inside of the classroom there were already people there. It was five minutes till the bell rang for class to start, and her twenty-five or so classmates were already settling down and heading to their assigned seats. They barely even registered her presence in the room until their teacher made a scene, practically zooming across the room to meet her. "Well hello, hello!" she said excitedly, taking Ellen's hands in her own. She was a young woman. She couldn't have been more than thirty. Her hair was a golden honey blonde and tied into a ponytail, and her bright green eyes just had a warm and inviting look to them. "You must be our newest student that we've been expecting! Ellen? Well my name is Taylor Greenwich, and I'll be your eighth grade homeroom teacher this year. Class, can we all take our seats? I need to see what desks are open... Hm... Ah! You can take a seat right next to Ian over there. He is in the red shirt in the back right there." The teacher was obviously not a woman that liked to slow down. She didn't let Ellen get a word in edgewise before she was off to her seat, gaining the eye of every student as she passed by thanks to the queer smile on her face. They all had to wonder if she was high on something. She certainly did look like it anyway with the vacant look in her eyes. "Now then class," the teacher grabbed the class's attention once more. "Take out your literature books and turn to page 125. Ellen, I am sorry, but we don't have your books in yet today. Would you mind scooching next to Ian so that you can follow along?" Ellen did as she was told and moved closer to Ian- perhaps a little too close for the blond boy's liking, since they were practically touching once she was done. He cast a suspicious glance at her, noting her strange demeanor and creepy smile. She otherwise wasn't too bad looking- she was actually rather cute, maybe more so than the other girls in their class- but the way she looked at him was a bit weird. He tried not to pay it any mind. The experts in The Pickup Artist's Field Guide always said to play hard-to-get with girls who initiated things. They said that it showed off your strength and control of the situation, or something like that. As class went on, he also noticed that she was very physical. She tended to rub her body against his and occasionally caressed his thigh, her soft fingers getting close enough to his groin to make his cock stiffen. As he felt her hand moving closer and closer to his zipper to free his growing erection, he quickly looked at her, eyes wide with surprise. That strange smile was still on her face, but something about it was different. She looked more lively than before, focused on what she was doing and clearly enjoying it. As she took a hold of the zipper and slowly pulled it down, her half lidded eyes flicked upwards to meet his. They were overflowing with lust. A blush crept over Ian's cheeks. He'd never met a girl who was this... forthcoming about her desires. Nor did any of those guides on dating and picking up chicks he had in his locker ever mention the possibility of a girl moving things forward so quickly, especially in public. He looked around the classroom, thankful that neither Mrs. Greenwich or his classmates had noticed. His eyes fell back down to his crotch, where Ellen was already pulling his dick out from his underwear. "What are you doing?" he whispered. Ellen didn't answer. Instead, she kept her eyes on him and ran her tongue along her upper lip as she started stroking his cock. He caught a gasp in his throat. He wasn't quite sure what to do in this situation. Usually he was the one to start things, and even when he'd flirt with someone at a party or go out with them things never progressed far. Her smile grew wider as she watched his reaction. It was almost like she was telling him to just go with it. And that's just what he did. He could just picture the look on his friends' faces when he told them what Ellen had done for him. With a grin, he slid back in his chair and allowed her to continue. No one would ever believe that Ellen was a virgin, not with the way her nimble fingers were controlling Ian's meager but adequate five inch length. Her soft hands played with his foreskin, teasing out the head of his pink penis with finesse. She made sure to keep her eyes on the prize as well as on the class, lest she be caught doing this sinful act. She every so often looked at Ian's face. He was grinning, but his heavier than normal breathing gave away his true feelings - nervous, excited, and unsure. He couldn't hide it. As much of a player as he thought he was, he had never gotten this far with a girl. Perhaps second base? That was cute. His breathing only more labored when she began to work the shaft with her full hand, squeezing and teasing with only the slyest look in her eyes. He was already on the verge, barely even able to last three minutes from a simple handjob, but then it all stopped. That warm hand of hers disappeared from his groin and he felt the waistband of his boxers snap back onto his waist and his pants were zipped back up and buttoned. Poor Ian would have done more than let out a squeak of outrage if he hadn't just remembered where he was. The entire class looked his way, and he looked at Ellen who was now just following along in the textbook as if nothing had even occurred. "Is there a problem Mr. White?" Ms. Greenwich asked from the front of the room. As nice as she was, she wasn't exactly fond of being interrupted while she was teaching. "Ellen, if Ian is a bother, feel free to raise your hand and let me know, ok?" If only she knew the half of it... "Of course Ms. Greenwich~" the girl replied in sing song, giving her new best friend a mischievous look. When everyone was once again looking at the front of the room she leaned in and whispered into his ear, "Lunch time, boy's restroom." she purred. That was the last thing she said to him about the matter. Suddenly she blinked her eyes and shook her head, feeling disgruntled. She was no longer smiling, and her eyes weren't lidded over. She looked as though she had just woken up from a long sleep. Ellen looked around, confused. How did she get here? She could just barely remember getting up, but everything after getting in the car to go to school was a blur. She turned and saw a blond haired boy sitting next to her, face red and looking needy. She quickly created distance between them, wanting to diffuse things before they got more awkward. "He likes you, you know. He could be yours, if you wanted him to be." Ellen froze. It felt like there were icy hands gently gripping her shoulders. Something about it felt familiar. but for some reason she just couldn't place a finger on it. He eyes flicked around the room to find the source of the sweet, singsong voice but the only one talking was the teacher. "It's okay, don't be afraid. You're not going crazy." She suddenly felt relaxed, her surprise and shock quickly fading. She was still suspicious, though, her resistance not completely broken. '...Okay then. Who are you? Or rather, what are you?' "Oh I'm a lot of things~" Ellen got a mental image of someone giving her a coy smile. "But I suppose I'm more like the angel sitting on your shoulder, if you will." Ellen was normally a bit more skeptical but for some reason she didn't care for questioning the voice. 'Okay, uh... what do you want with me?' "I want you to enjoy life, of course! Have fun, be yourself, do things you want to do." Ellen scoffed inwardly. 'How will chasing after some creeper help me be happier?' The voice chuckled. In Ellen's mind, Bunny was looking through her memories. They were such sweet memories, filled with achievement and altruistic joy. She almost felt bad about changing them around and making Ellen not want them. Almost. "I've been watching you, dear. All your life, you've worked hard to get good grades, to give to others and help them live happier lives. It's time that you rewarded yourself for your hard work. He'd be an easy prize. I've seen the way he looks at you, and the way you look at him." Ellen's mind was suddenly filled with a flurry of memories- how they had locked eyes on each other when she first came into the room, how she had elected to sit by him and how they'd bonded over reading Ian's schoolbook together . They were all fakes, images planted by Bunny to make her easier to coerce, but Ellen had been having trouble remembering things ever since her family moved in. It was a strange comfort to finally be able to recall something. 'Well... I guess it wouldn't hurt to try to get to know him better. It's just that... I've never really talked to boys, I wouldn't know the first thing about getting him to like me like me.' "Don't worry, dear. I'll give you all the advice you need. Just do what I tell you and he won't be able to resist you." '...Okay. Where do I start?' "Well, one of the first things you could do is try to meet him when he's away from all his friends and classes. Say, for instance, outside the boy's restroom at lunch? Then you'll be able to get to know him much better~" Ellen couldn't, or rather wasn't allowed, to find anything wrong with the plan. 'Okay, I could do that. Yeah, when lunch comes I'll just meet him there and hang out with him. That should help.' --- "Honey!" Allison had just gotten home a couple of hours after dropping the kids off. Her arms were full of groceries. No more takeout for them! There was only so much pizza and Chinese food one could take. Besides, after a few weeks of not cooking, she was actually starting to miss it! She walked into the kitchen and set all of the bags on top of the kitchen counter. Her ears were kept open. Grant should have been up by now. He didn't start his new job till tomorrow. Still, he was supposed to fix that faucet in the upstairs hall bathroom. After putting all of the food away, she went searching for him. He wasn't in the bedroom, yard, or attic that's for sure. The faucet was still leaking, so he wasn't up there. The last place was Ellen's room. The woman frowned as she descended the stairs and peaked into the basement room. Sure enough, there he was behind the bar. He was looking at the various wine and liquor bottles that had been left up there. Every last one of them seemed to be homemade and put into ornate bottles. Their labels were well worn, so what they were was a mystery. "Having a party down here?" Allison spoke casually, though there was a bit of agitation in her voice. She must have spooked the man because he nearly dropped a star shaped glass bottle that he was inspecting. "Oh, uh..." He was at a loss for words. He had been caught doing something that he really shouldn't have been doing. The look in Allison's eye and the tone of her voice made him cringe. He really shouldn't have been in here. She snatched the bottle out of his hand and put it right back on the shelf. "When we moved out here, we all agreed to have a fresh start right?" Allison's finger was pressed against his chest, and her eyes were steely despite the obvious tears that were beginning to form. "You promised to give this up because you wanted to fix our marriage. Don't throw away that second chance again!" Grant appeared shaken, but he knew what he had to do. He held his wife close, and wrapped his arms around her. Their marriage as of late after his... accident, had been rocky at best despite what others saw. Even after four months sober, Allison wasn't exactly all that trusting of her husband. While a good man, he had a bit of an alcohol problem. "Hey, hey... You don't have to worry about me. I'm good! I just came down here to take a look at Ellen's room and make a list of things that need to be repaired and added is all. I was just taking a look at these bottles. Kind of weird to have liquor here after all this time. We should probably get rid of it at some point..." It took a moment for his wife to pull herself together, now feeling a bit silly for overreacting. She just simply kissed him on the cheek and dismissed him from the room. "Fix the upstairs sink. we'll talk tonight." That left her alone in the room for a while. Which reminded her, she should start reading those books. Allison walked over to the bookshelves and browsed the collection, brushing a finger against the rough leather bindings. The books all varied in size and color, but they all shared the same worn appearance and yellowed pages. Now that she thought about it, she found it a bit odd that they had survived for this long in such an old, poorly kept house. Mr. Moran must've loved his wife dearly to have kept her things in relatively decent shape for so long. She stopped when she reached a medium sized book with a dark blue cover. She slowly pulled it out, holding it gingerly so that she wouldn't damage it or the books beside it. It wasn't very easy; they seemed like they were stuck together with something. Carefully, she pulled apart the book covers and set the others back on the shelf, eyeing her prize with excitement. She quickly went back upstairs to her office with it, giddy as a schoolgirl. Her office was a small room on the first floor that she'd wasted no time in cluttering with her things. Much of it was covered with piles of books that wouldn't fit on the shelf. Some were new, some were old, a few of them she'd written herself. On the walls she'd hung numerous paintings and drawings of monstrous creatures and surreal landscapes- things to help inspire her writing. At the far side of the room was her desk and computer. Allison closed the door and took a seat, taking a moment to look at the book once more. It was an innocuous thing, the edges of the cover worn and frayed, the pages delicate. There were hints of a gilded outline along the edges of the cover, but it had long since faded away. She wondered what kinds of things Bunny wrote in it, what thoughts and ideas she must've had to have written it and so many other books like it during her short life. It was a shame that none of it had ever been published. She opened it to the first page and started reading. July 25, 1927 Mrs. Pemberton accused me of seducing her husband before the congregation again. Fool. I wanted nothing more than to laugh in her face and tell her how he'd come to me all on his own. wanting to "unravel the mysteries of the Path" that he felt his wife was hiding from him. I wanted to show her and all the others how wrong they were about me and give them all a taste of my power. But alas, such is not the place of a mere acolyte like myself. Luckily, I had Hiram and Amanda to defend me. I would be lost without those two by my side. They're the only reason why I've been allowed to remain here. The priests eventually tired of the disturbance and told her to be quiet. Watching that put a smile on my face. Moments like that always make those dull gatherings bearable, and lucky me, they're becoming more and more frequent with each service. Of course, they can't change the fact that the gatherings are little more than an irksome chore, just one more thing to do before I go to meet with my own flock... I can feel Father McKayle's eyes on me during his sermons. He'll never say it to my face. He pretends to be all smiles, saying that I am his beloved child, a rare sheep, but I know he sees me as nothing more than the big bad wolf trying to gobble up his followers, leading them astray from HIS Path. I won't deny it, but I've outgrown their ways. His sermons no longer satisfy, and the "magic" he uses to wow the others are nothing more than parlor tricks - things that he and his predecessors have been doing for ages to keep the congregation around their fingers. I am but a witch. That is what that Pemberton woman called me. I suppose I am. I'm just a dirty little witch that her dear husband can't get enough of. And he's not alone. If it weren't for appearance's sake, the Father McKayle's sermons would be so much emptier. His words fall on deaf ears. They are just the false teachings of an old man with a messiah complex. I on the other hand do not proclaim to know all, but I do show those that ask the right way of doing things. MY way. Allison tilted her head to the side after reading that first entry.She was confused. What the hell was she talking about. She presumed that this was Bunny's diary. The golden lettering was faded on the front, but there was still a bit. From the way it sounded, Bunny wasn't some ordinary woman? Was she a part of some sort of church or some sort of cult? It wasn't entirely clear. There was nothing odd about small towns having religious roots. Most were Christian or Catholic in nature, but there were cabals and cults here and there. Allison began to wonder if this town was like that. A trip to the local library would be in order, but for now, she continued to read, her curiosity piqued... --- Ellen waited outside the restrooms, looking around uneasily. A single thought kept running through her mind the whole time: 'Why am I doing this again?' Most of her day had been a blur. She could scarcely remember coming to school, let alone what she'd been doing in her classes. The one thing she could remember was that she was waiting for a boy named Ian because a little voice had told her so. The voice had suggested other things too, like putting on makeup and perfume and combing her hair to make her look sexy. She nervously smoothed out her skirt as a teacher walked by. He gave her a funny look as he walked by. Ellen could only wonder what he must've thought of the sight. "Be patient, dear. He'll come along soon enough," she heard the voice say. "Just relax and act natural, and he won't be able to resist you." 'But what if he doesn't like me? I've never done something like this before!' Ellen heard the voice giggle. "Don't worry about that. You just focus on making a good first impression. I'll do the rest~" Ellen was unnerved by the way the voice said that, but didn't make any complaint. Instead, she just stood and waited for her new friend to arrive. A few minutes later, she saw a blond haired boy approaching. "Get ready, he's here!" Ellen did her best to gather her composure as Ian walked up to her. He took long strides, chest puffed out and trying to look big and strong despite his lean figure. He stopped only a few inches away from her, putting his arm against the wall and leaning a bit to give the impression of tall, looming figure over her. Ellen tried not to look to nervous or weak, but the best she could manage was a shaky smile. "Uhm... hi." Ian gave a little chuckle. He'd given his guidebooks a quick once over during lunch and felt a little more prepared to take control of the situation this time around. "You look nice. I see you freshened up a bit since homeroom. Did you do it for me?" He lightly rana hand along her cheek. Ellen blushed darkly. She wanted to flinch, to knock his hand away and leave, but something kept her from doing so. "Shh, it's okay. Just go with it." And that's what Ellen did. She tried not to react too violently to what he was doing, even as groups of other students walked by. Ian looked around that the passersby, then back at Ellen. ?Kinda crowded out here,? he said. He gestured towards the boy?s restroom. ?How about we go inside and get some privacy?? He didn?t really give Ellen a choice in the matter. He took her by the wrist and started pulling her into the restroom. ?Uh, s-sure.? Ellen couldn?t ever recall going into the boy?s restrooms in her entire life. It was just as taboo for her as going into the girl?s restroom was for them. If anyone else had been in there to see them, she would have died from shock. Fortunately this bathroom was far enough away from the cafeteria that they didn?t have to worry about anyone coming in any time soon. The girl?s heart was practically beating out of her chest, threatening to jump out and explode. She kept asking herself why she was doing this. This wasn?t her, but the voice in her head seemed to be overriding her fears and weakening her inhibitions? Just looking at Ian was making her knees weak, a sensation that she had never felt before. ?So,? Ian started out. He had a sort of shit eating grin on his face trying to seem confident as he made strides to? woo this girl. ?That was quite a lesson in class. For a new girl, you don?t waste much time, do you?? He was slowly directing her into one of the handicapped stalls to give them at least the semblance of privacy if someone did in fact come in here. He bolted the latch behind them, and looked into Ellen?s brown eyes. Odd. She didn?t seem to be as in a controlling mood as before. The look in her eye was one of apprehension and nervousness. Was she playing hard to get? ?Y-yeah. I guess it was,? she replied whilst she gathered her thoughts together. Memories of it were hazy. She could recall them sharing a book together and them being abnormally close. His hand had been on her thigh, rubbing it softly. She had made no moves to stop him. In fact she opened her legs wider and allowed him to go further. Her whole body stiffened as his fingers rubbed along the outside of her knickers. They had been so dry that morning, but now they were slowly getting damp as his fingers went deeper, going from simply teasing to fully penetrating her labia through the fabric. She had to bite her lip or the entire class would have seen her. Ellen didn?t stop him though. He felt so good, and she was on the verge of cumming for the first time in her life right in the middle of a lecture. Ian stopped though, leaving her on that precipice like a dirty tease. The memory was a total fabrication and was a total 180 of the events that truly transpired, but Ellen felt the effects all the same! Her already wobbly knees gave out and she gasped as her bum hit the tile floor. ?See, was that so hard? You?ve already showed him your true colors. Why not go all of the way? He?ll make you feel good?? The voice in her head wasn?t wrong. She had felt good. That tingling sensation he made her feel back in class warmed her whole body up! Ian gently pushed her back towards the wall, lust evident in his eyes as she looked up into them. They were so close now that she could feel his warm breath on her face and chest. She felt like things were progressing so fast she couldn?t control them, yet the lack of control excited her. She didn?t try to stop him as he wrapped a hand behind her head and pulled her into a kiss. His tongue slipped past her lips into her mouth and danced with hers. Ellen knew this was wrong, and yet it felt so right. All the while, Bunny was sizing up the strength of Ian?s soul. Earlier, she?d determined that he?d be good enough to help her rebuild her powers in this young shell, but now with such intimate contact, she was able to get a much better measure of him. As it turned out, he had much more utility to her than just a nice snack. ?Hm, this one?s quite strong. If he can survive the process, he just might make a good familiar?? Seeing the opportunity, she took control of Ellen?s body as the kiss parted, holding Ian tightly. His erection pressed hard against her abdomen. ?So? you wanna do this?? he said in a breathy tone. He?d never imagined that he?d get this far so quickly! Ellen seemed reluctant when they came in, but it was like a switch had flipped and she became much more responsive. All that time he spent reading those books and trying to apply them was finally paying off! As he looked down at her, he could see that the look in her eyes had changed back to that seductive glint she?d had back in class. She didn?t bother answering. Instead, she pushed him back and around onto the toilet. ?Wow, you?re really aggressive,? Ian said, startled by her sudden burst of strength. Once again, she answered with action instead of words, quickly undoing his pants and pulling his underwear down to expose his erect penis. She sank down to her knees and quickly pulled it into her mouth, her lips clamping down around it like a vice. He let out sharp gasp. He?d never had his cock sucked like this before (he?d never had his cock sucked period, but that was besides the point). Even before he must?ve underestimated her experience because she did this as if she?d been doing it her whole life. Words couldn?t describe the heaven Ian was in. This was so much better than just using his hand! He could see her head bobbing up and down furiously, her eyes staring up at his intently. Her tongue somehow felt a lot longer than before as she wrapped it around his length. It didn?t take very long before he was nearing orgasm, but just before he went over the edge, she quickly released his cock and pulled away. ?Wait, don?t stop! I?m so close!? She snorted and gave him a condescending look. Then she reached under her skirt and pulled down her panties, tossing them off to the side. ?Silly boy, you didn?t actually think that I invited you here just for a warm up, did you?? Her entire demeanor had changed from timid and excitable to dominant and bold. Nothing in his books or magazines could have prepared him for a girl like Ellen was now. The way she licked her lips and eyed him like a piece of meat was enough to put the fear of god in him and then some. Without batting an eyelash, she pushed him down onto the tile floor, knocking him onto his ass. His cock twitched lewdly, on the verge of release. ?You don?t mind if I use you, right? In exchange, you can be the first to have a taste of my virgin snatch. Is that a deal?? Had he known the ramifications of this deal, he would never have accepted it. He wasn?t thinking clearly. All of the blood that should have been flowing to his brain had pooled in his dick, making it harder than it had ever been before. Why wouldn?t he say yes? This was a chance to get rid of his virgin card and a means of getting off. It was too good to be true. He vigorously nodded his head and practically yelled yes. This brought a smile to Ellen?s lips. This was simply too easy. Nearly one hundred years had passed, and men hadn?t changed one bit. In fact, they seemed even easier if this one was an accurate gauge. With nothing but a devious smile on her face, the girl lifted up her skirt, giving Ian full view of her sopping fanny. It drooled in anticipation as it was placed over his throbbing erection. She let it hover for a bit, once again teasing him much to the desperation of his blue balls. The script had been flipped on him. Ellen was the predator. He was the prey. It was only when he understood this that she began to lower herself on his pole. While Ian wasn?t much in the size department, Ellen?s tight pussy practically stretched. Even Bunny couldn?t help but moan up until the point that Ian had reached the blockade that the poltergeist was so adamant to get rid of. For a girl like Bunny, Ellen?s chastity was only the biggest hinderance. There was no getting around it, so she grit her teeth and forced herself down, Ian?s cock breaking through her maidenhead. She hissed through her teeth as her pussy throbbed with pain. For a moment she stayed still, giving herself some time to adjust. Bunny mentally cursed the fact that such a mediocre length was proving so difficult to take. It was a detail she would have to fix later, but right now there were more pressing matters at hand. Once the pain subsided, she gave Ian a sultry smile and lifted herself up until only the head remained inside her. Then she let gravity work and dropped all the way down on it, causing both of them to cry out. Ellen?s body shivered with delight. Even with such an inexperienced body, Bunny was happy to be able to enjoy sex once more. She quickly built into a steady rhythm as she rode Ian, enjoying the needy look on his face. She could tell he was struggling not to cum too soon, feel him straining to hold his essence back. She giggled and sped up, clenching as hard as she could around him to make him cum quicker. Ian moaned and bit his lip, noticing the change. Even though all his books and magazines had told him to be the one in charge the pace, right now he was quite willing to give that up if it meant experiencing pleasure like this. He tried lifting his hands up to Ellen?s small breasts, but before he could reach them, she quickly snatched his hands and held them down to the floor. ?That wasn?t part of the deal, lover boy,? she said, leaning over him. He tried to protest, but she caught his lips in a deep kiss, reversing the situation from before as she thrust her tongue deep into his mouth. Ian?s eyes widened as it reached the back of his mouth and threatened to go down his throat. Something was wrong here. He struggled to try and ask her what she was doing, but she was surprisingly strong. All the while, her pussy kept him in a vice grip bringing him closer and closer to the edge. His body trembled and tensed, all thoughts of resistance leaving his head as he lost control. Bunny felt his seed squirting into her, his soul becoming bared and exposed to her as she climaxed. Now was her chance. His life force flowed into her and she greedily ate it up. Ian shook as he felt his orgasm lasting a lot longer than it normally did, his eyes rolling back into his head as Bunny drained him. He really should have considered her words before he allowed her to take that plunge. Use him? What exactly did that mean? By the time Ian realized something was wrong, darkness was already starting to cloud his vision, and his body began to feel cold. Was he dying? ?Not bad lover boy,? the possessed girl giggled all too loudly as she pulled her lips away from his. ?I?ve had a lot worse. At least you made me cum. Still, I think you could vastly be improved!? She stood up over his cold body. He looked like he was in a coma if not dead. Only the steady yet labored rise and fall of his chest said that he was still alive. Only a fraction of his soul was allowed to remain. The remainder of it was now inside of her for her to play with for her own amusement. It was hers now to use. That?s what the horny yet dull in the head boy had agreed to. It wasn?t her fault that he didn?t know her intentions. She rubbed her lower abdomen packed full of his gooey batter. Ian had done more than just give up his soul. He got rid of Ellen?s pesky hymen. That aggravating symbol of purity had been a thorn in Bunny?s side since she possessed the young girl. A pure girl can?t use magic - well, her kind of magic. Now that it was gone, it was as though her shackles had been released. It would take some time before she was at full strength again, but this spell was simple enough that even a basic witch could do it. She just hoped the boy would be able to endure. If worse came to worse, he?d die. A shame, but she was never one to cry over a few broken eggs. Her eyes closed tightly, and she placed her hand over her abdomen. The spell came to her lips without hesitation, having done it many times before. If anyone were listening in, they would be unintelligible to their ears. It wasn?t a language that anyone but her would be able to understand. As she chanted, the room became obscenely cold and the lights flickered softly. ?Aye! You summoned me?? The voice echoed throughout the room, but somehow the sound didn?t carry outside. To Bunny, the voice was light and sing-songy, but to anyone else who would?ve walked in, it was inhumanly deep and spoke in an incomprehensible, guttural language. ?Yes. I have both a task and an opportunity for you,? Bunny said. The lights all briefly flicked on before fading back to their previous flickering. The demon was intrigued. ?Go on?? ?If I had to guess, you?re but a low level imp, aren?t you? It takes quite a bit of strength for a demon to enter this plane, let alone possess a mortal. I could help you with that, give you the strength you?d need to enter this boy before me. All I would need you to do is serve me while you inhabit his body.? The lights flickered erratically, as if it were thinking the idea over. Getting to the mortal realm and staying to wreak havoc was considered the mark of a very powerful demon. It meant being secure enough in one?s own dominion and existence to meddle in the affairs of mortals. Most weaker demons were eager to make deals with humans just for the chance to escape the torment of demons that were strong enough to make it on their own. After a few minutes the demon finally responded. ?...I guess it couldn?t hurt. I?d rather serve a mortal than a demon lord.? Its tone was a bit sarcastic, as if it thought Bunny was just a weak child playing with powers she had no place using. It had no idea who it was dealing with. The thought made her smile. ?Good. Tell me your name, and we can begin.? Knowing a demon?s name was necessary for this kind of ritual, as well the easiest way to control it. ?...Semyaza. My name is Semyaza,? it said, reluctantly. ?Oh, that?s a nice name. Semyaza?? She dragged the name out slowly and let it play on her tongue. Surprisingly the demon to try and stifle a moan after she had said it. ?The power of a name is quite astounding thing, isn?t it? What? You didn?t think me a novice did you? I know one or two things about your kind. Trust me.? She could feel a tinge of annoyance travel over the link. It would seem that this demon wasn?t going to take her seriously. Instinct and common sense were telling her exactly what would happen once she brought the demon into this world. It wasn?t exactly rocket science. With poor Ian on the ground lying on his back, she began to draw invisible lines across his weak body. Numbers? Characters? Whatever it was had the effect of an aura consuming his body. It was weak in intensity, but there was still light singing around him. When she was complete with the action, her hand once again returned to her abdomen. Her body too lit up with auras, but there was more than one. There was a white one at odds with a dark pink one though the latter was dominant at the moment. Right in the center of her abdomen was another white one that used to belong to Ian. She giggled knowing that it wouldn?t be that way for long. She could already feel it, ethereal energy beginning to course through her! Oh how she missed this. A soft sigh escaped her lips as the rush seemed to pool in her nether regions. Dark energy coursed into her nubile womb. Semyaza was a soft yet rough lover it seemed as he too entered this body of Ellen?s and immediately consumed that white aura in her abdomen so that only a dark purple aura with flecks of light remained. ?Alright. Now for the fun part?? Bunny cooed as she lowered a hand down to Ellen?s pussy. She rubbed her hands between her labia, shivering with delight as they brushed against her clit. Her dark pink aura glowed brightly, then flowed down to her hand and around her pussy. She felt a powerful tingling sensation that quickly built to the feeling of a strange fullness, like there was something coiled inside her that needed to be pulled out. Feeling the knot inside her, she pinched her clit and started pulling gently. Bit by bit, the little nub seemed to get longer and harder, shaping up to look like the head of a penis. When she finally had enough out to grab it with several fingers, she took hold of it and quickly pulled the rest out, moaning loudly as it hardened into a thick, veiny cock dripping with precum and glowing with Semyaza?s dark purple aura. Bunny giggled as she looked down and saw the large member jutting out from between her legs. At nine inches, it easily put Ian?s average sized cock to shame. With that accomplished, Bunny grabbed Ian?s body and flipped him over with ease. She pulled his hips up to hers, her cock pressing against his ass. The boy?s tiny sphincter was very tight, but Bunny knew just how to deal with that. Focusing her power in her newly spawned manhood, she pressed her cock against his ass and channeled her magic into it, causing it to give in and allow her cock to enter. She shuddered as she felt Ian?s ass tight around her. Ian seemed to react to her cock inside him too, albeit with only a small grunt as she pushed in. Once she was fully buried inside him, she pulled back and started building up to a steady rhythm. Each time she thrust into him, there was a little pulse of purple in his aura as Semyaza?s energy flowed into him bit by bit. At first, Ian didn?t appear to feel much of anything. His grunts seemed nothing more than a reflex thanks to Bunny?s thrusting motion, but as time moved on and as she began to pound him harder and deeper, his body seemed to come back to life. His breathing quickened, and his mind slowly returned. ?What happened?? he groaned, not fully registering what was happening quite yet. His body was still totally drained, and with his ass in the air like it was with his cheek pressed against the tile floor, he couldn?t see what was happening behind him. He could only feel his virgin ass being violated by a foreign thickness that was rubbing up against his prostate over and over. His cock was fully erect and dripping pre on the floor below. ?Such a lovely body?? An unbidden thought echoed in the dark recesses of his mind. It was hard to make out at first, as if distorted. Ian wasn?t sure if he were hallucinating or not. This all seemed so surreal. He was surrounded in darkness with the only light seeming to come from his body. It was weak, but it gave him the ability to see just a little bit. He squinted his eyes in the inky darkness, able to make out a figure in his mind?s eye. Standing before him was something that he would never have imagined in a million years for obvious reasons. There was no mistaking what it was. He was standing face to face with an entity only talked about in stories. He had curved horns that jutted out nearly a foot from his head. the creature was lithe and had a very feminine build despite its gender. In fact, it would be very easy to confuse him for a female if he had on the proper clothes. He didn?t however, and his fat, throbbing piece of male meat was erect between his legs at a good ten inches. His skin was nearly paper white and blemish free. Adorning his feminine face were piercings made out of the finest silver. Three rings were over his left brow and there was one in his nose. The little clothing he wore looked like something out of a medieval story or a video game, only he wasn?t wearing the important bits such as trousers. Instead his legs were covered by ornate stockings with no feet. ?Who the hell are you?? Ian barked, taking a step back in his mind to try and get away from this creature - this demon that had nothing but a Cheshire grin painted on his face. He got a light hearted laugh in return. ?Oh me? I?m just your new best friend, your roommate, your butt fucking friend, maybe even your boyfriend. Does that sound about right?? Of course it didn?t! There were two things that Ian knew for sure! He was not gay, and he would never make friends with a faggot like this! That?s what he wanted to say, but the more Bunny fucked him in reality, the more his mind and memories began to crumble around him without him realizing. His breathing was starting to quicken as memories of him sticking out his ass for anyone to fuck in a public restroom started to assault him. Didn?t it feel good being trapped in a gloryhole for hours on end. The thrill of being a young tart, jail bait and being fucked by dudes through a hole in a bathroom stall was making his cock become even harder. Oh how he loved when cum dribbled down his chin for him to snack on later like a greedy little slut. ?No? NO! What the hell are you?? Ian grabbed his head as though he were attempting to pull out those false memories. They didn?t make any sense! He wasn?t gay. He had never wanted to get fucked up his tight little boypussy by a big, veiny dick? The demon laughed at his resistance. ?Still confused? Maybe I could be a teacher to you too.? Thoughts and memories raced through Ian?s mind of himself dressed in the sluttiest, most revealing clothing possible, seducing friends, teachers and relatives. He could almost taste Coach Wilken?s cum from that time when he sucked his cock in return for a passing grade in PE, feel his father?s dick spreading his ass open during their father-son quality time, smell all of the sweaty, musky football players as they came in to the locker room and lined up to use him as their reward for winning the game. He started recalling anecdotes and bits of advice he?d learned from reading ?Slutboi?s Guide to Whoring? while doing his nails or ramming his ass with a footlong dildo. ?No...no, it?s not real, it can?t be?? he whimpered, sinking to his knees. He could feel his mind being pulled apart at the seams as his memories faded and were replaced. He tried thinking of anything that could make himself remember, anything to hold himself together but Semyaza blasted each one apart and remade it to suit his own purposes. He tried thinking of all those times he hung out with his friends, how they?d hang out at the bleachers after school to check out the cheerleaders practicing and later go to Mond-Burger to put on their make up and seduce the men walking around outside? ?No!? How he and his brother would play catch with him being the ?catcher? while his brother ?pitched...? ?No??? How he?d go to the gym to pick up bodybuilders and let them fuck him-sweat was a good lubricant after, so said ?Slutboi?s Guide?? ?I don?t?? Meanwhile, Semyaza approached Ian and knelt down beside him, embracing him as he gently turned him until he was pressed right against Ian?s back. His cock stood right at Ian?s ass. ?I don?t know? who? what?.? ?Shhh, don?t worry, I?m here. Let me make everything better?? He could feel Ian?s mind falling apart with every thrust Bunny made into the boy?s ass. At this rate, it wouldn?t be long before he had total control. ?That?s it, just relax?? With a single sharp thrust, Semyaza forced himself inside Ian?s ass. The boy?s body shuddered, his eyes rolled back and his mouth hanging open as his mind was overwhelmed. Semyaza gripped Ian?s mediocre length and started stroking it as he thrust his hips back and forth into his ass. Each time he pushed in, it seemed like the two were getting closer together and more connected, until Ian started merging into Semyaza?s body. Ian?s memories were completely gone now. The only thing that remained of his old self was a rapidly failing attempt at fighting the demon off. Semyaza?s strong but gentle handling forcibly introduced him to the pleasure of all those planted memories as every sensation further locked them into place and ensured the demon?s control over him. Meanwhile, in the real world, Bunny was now just sitting by watching Ian writhe on the floor. The cock between her legs was now gone, having disappeared once Semyaza had fully consumed his host?s soul. She just waited. It would be a much harsher ride for the demon since he took the body by brute force instead of easing and training it, but the end result would eventually be the same. When the body?s convulsions ended, Ian sat up with a bewildered look in his eyes. Or maybe they weren?t his eyes? Ian?s had been a light brown while these new ones were a spectral, almost glowing light blue. Staring into them would send a shiver down one?s spine! He touched his face with splayed fingers, pinching, touching, rubbing every inch as though it were foreign. He smiled as a realization had overcome him. ?I-I did it?? he spoke softly to himself with an obvious giddiness. ?I did it! I escaped The Void!? he exclaimed in a maniacal show of extreme joy. He jumped for joy and looked at his fingers, wiggling them. ?And it was all thanks to you, mortal?? he said that last bit with a mixture of conceit and contempt for his so called master that was standing with her arms folded underneath her breasts. Bunny seemed unphased by his looks. In fact, she seemed to welcome that death glare. ?Idiot human! Did you think that I would just obey you without question? Foolish child! You?re a thousand years short of trying to make me your familiar!? ?Oh? Is that so? I suppose it can?t be helped,? she replied without a lick of aggravation in her sweet voice. Semyaza wasn?t amused. ?You must have some kind of overwhelming desire to have your soul removed, don?t you? Well, today?s your lucky day!? He lunged at her with inhuman speed, pinning her to the wall opposite from him. Bunny remained unflappable. ?You think that summoning me makes you my master? Stupid girl, this is what happens when a foolish child plays with magic!? His aura glowed vibrantly as he raised his hand in preparation of casting a binding spell on her. She remained calm and collected, even in the face of his aggression, reacting only be speaking a short phrase in the Demonic language. ?Semyaza, halt.? The possessed boy froze. His eyes flicked around in confusion as he tried to move from the arcane grip he was locked in. His confusion turned to rage as he looked at her, her demeanor as steely as ever. ?Semyaza, back.? The demon suddenly flew back against the wall with enough force to crack the tiles on the wall. Bunny gave a satisfied smirk. ?What? what did you do to me!?? he cried out as he tried to move out from the crater he?d left. Bunny walked over to him and placed a finger on his chest, expanding her own powerful aura to hold him back. ?I didn?t have to do anything. You were the one who gave me your name, remember?? The overpowering pink light of Bunny?s aura quickly contracted and flowed along her arm onto Ian?s body, branching out into runic patterns around his neck, wrists, ankles, and thighs. ?Surely you didn?t think that it couldn?t be used against you, did you? Ah, but of course, I?m just supposed to be a stupid little girl who knows nothing, and you?re the mighty, all-powerful imp.? The light continued to etch geometric patterns all over his body, a new band of runes forming around his cock and on his belly. ?Let this be your only warning, slave. Don?t underestimate me. My current shell may not be imposing, but my powers go far beyond anything you could ever dream of. You should consider yourself lucky that I used that power to bring one such as yourself to this plane when I could?ve called on far more powerful demons.? The runes and patterns of light on his body burned brighter and brighter, Semyaza shaking and screaming silently as they etched themselves into his very soul. When it looked as though they couldn?t get any brighter, the light suddenly faded and flew back into Bunny in a swirl of pink and indigo. The markings remained on Ian?s body as dark burns for a few seconds before fading into normal skin. This was her mark - her brand etched onto his very soul. This would let all know that both the creature inhabiting this vessel and the vessel itself were hers. The only mark that did not fade away was a large butterfly tattoo right above the boy?s navel. ?Y-you bi-? ?I tire of you demon! Semyaza, sleep.? The demon turned familiar could only do as she said. His consciousness fell into a deep sleep allowing Ian to re-emerge. The boy certainly was a mess. The moment he came back he collapsed into the fetal position, evidently unable to cope with the destruction of his reality. Demons weren?t subtle when it came to the manipulation of one?s soul and memories. After all, it was their mission to take over said person?s body, not share it. Bunny didn?t want that though. She wouldn?t allow him to disappear and become fully assimilated into the imp. He had a certain worth that kept him from that tragic fate. She ran her fingers through his blonde hair in an attempt to calm him down. He kept babbling about not knowing who he was. Those fabricated memories had left him unhinged. Poor thing. She giggled to herself as she placed a kiss on his forehead infused with her own magic. It both put him to sleep and would do one other thing when he awakened. For now though, she replaced his clothing and made it look like he passed out in the bathroom. Eventually someone would find him. He?d either end up in the clinic or in a hospital. It wouldn?t matter. With a grin on her face and after a little primping to make sure that her clothing was in order, she left the restroom just in time for the bell to ring. For the remainder of the day, Ellen could deal with school. The ghost felt a bit tired herself. Until Ellen and her were properly in tune, using her powers would be taxing. She?d properly edit the girl?s memories later. For now, she deserved some well-earned rest?