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School of Darkness

Rafe groaned softly and rolled his eyes. He was far too sympathetic, he scolded himself. He snapped his fingers and they both returned to normal. But they were not going to stay that way. He had plans for the both of them. Shirley was yet too strong willed to be enslaved and he would have to change that, but he still believed he could bend Haley without having to manipulate her will.

He started to leave, waving goodbye to them and smiling to himself with the new knowledge of his powers.
 
Both girls found themselves sitting in the middle of the class room looking very confused as he walked out. Shirley had been restored so completely even her virginity was intact. She had gone from flat chested nerd, to porn slut, and back all in an hour. They were both dizzy from the ordeal.

Miss Anderson gathered her things and went home, she would call in sick tomorrow. Shirley had the same plan, only deeper, she planed to change schools or convince her parents to move away so Rafe couldn't find her. Tomorrow, both girls would call in sick.
 
Rafe did not appear in school that day. He focused his powers in his room that evening and pulled Shirley into his mind, into his dreams. He didn't want her to think she could get away from his power.

When Shirley when to sleep that night, she found herself as Rafe had made her body before, busty, curvy, pleasing to the male eye. She was dressed in a highly sexualized bunny costume that covered practically nothing of her body. All of the other serving women were dressed as animals, but they had varying looks. Some were quiet, shy, afraid, and dispirited. Others were proud, eager, lustful, and haughty, proud of their slave status and proud to display themselves for their master. Yet more were simply...blank. Empty shells that appeared to have been erased of their emotion, personality, and will. The serving girls were passing out rich foods and drinks, and getting groped and felt up in return. Some enjoyed it, some were afraid of it. There were others still, guests. Rich nobles, men and women with slaves, all of them female. The slave girls were as varied as the serving girls and some were openly engaging in sexual acts with each other or with their masters and mistresses.

The place was beyond description. It looked like some sort of manor, but it was dark and only well lit in a few places. It was spacious and cavernous with a vast sense of space. Incense burners burned a sweet smelling, thick, heady perfume that flooded the air. Erotic art lined the walls depicting women displaying their bodies and naked sexuality, being raped by brutal men or women with male organs, taken by wild beastpeople, or engaged in lesbian trysts. And there, seated on a high and beautiful throne, was Rafe himself, shirtless, smiling down at her as he was being fawned over and adored by some finely, if loosely, dressed women of all kinds, an angel, a demoness, an elf, a nymph, a catgirl, a foxgirl, an obvious futa, a powerfully built and strong looking horse anthro woman. The demoness had her hand inside his leggings and was clearing stroking his mighty cock.

"Well Shirley, what do you think of my dream world, hmm?" He smirked darkly at her, waiting for her reply.
 
"Eek!"

Shirley pushed her legs together and clutched at her pigtails, turning bright red as she looked about the dream scape. The outfit was a black thong that pressed tightly against her sex. A string was drawn up her crack while the front didn't even cover her entire labia. Her string bikini was so small and tight two band aids might have covered the nipples of her over ripe breasts better. The high heels with the fishnet stockings made it hard to walk. She recognized her body, curvy and busty the way Rafe made her before making the teacher rape her. Shirley shook her head and pushed up her glasses.

She walked forward a bit, taking in the scenery as her hands crossed her breasts. It was the absolute worst kind of hedonism. This dream, it didn't seam like her won, and it seemed so vivid. Up on the platform, surrounded by all types of exotic and strange women who fawned all over him, she saw Rafe. Her foot stomped at his questioning, she didn't care about the way her breasts jiggled or if it amused him.

"It's wonderful for you," she said, "But why drag me into it! You have everything you want. I'm just a flat-chested nerd who gets picked on and wants to get good grades so she can by. So why pick on me. Just because one teacher happened to really like me. I worked hard to cultivate that favoritism! I worked very hard to cultivate an image of high intelligence and virtue! Why involve me when so many other girls would be happy to participate."

Then she thought, the other girls in this dream, were they from his imagination, or where they girls he had transformed and bought into this crazy sordid dream like realm?
 
"It's because your don't want to. It's because your so smart and worked so hard to be Haley's little slut that I picked you. You crossed me, you got in my way, and now I'm going to make you a nice, obedient girl, just like women should be." He chuckled and the other women and nobles and slaves all laughed at her.

He smirked and all the others gathered around her as the young angel girl put some dust into Rafe's hand. He blew on it firmly and it swirled into the air all around Shirley, scattering around her all sparkly and shiny. For some reason, it became harder and harder to think and it felt like the sparkles were invading her mind and blocking her rational thoughts.
 
"You chauvinist jerk you!" she yelled.

The dust was beautiful, captivating to her eyes. It sailed to her and swirled around her body, but it wasn't at all irritating to breath in. As she breathed she felt her mind dull. Thinking became increasingly harder for her and she tried to step out from the wispy cloud of sparkling dust.

"Rafe, what was that?" she asked, "What's that sparkly dust doing?"

Strange, her head was feeling more and more empty with each passing minute. Thinking was becoming a more difficult exercise as she looked upwards toward the throne and the girls lavishing attention all over Rafe.

"What did you just do to me!?" she demanded.
 
He smirked and rose up, standing so tall, towering over her. He slowly moved towards her and blew more dust right into her face. Thinking clearly was so hard and her head began to fill with sparkles and rainbows and butterflies and all kinds of other simplistic mush. Rafe chuckled and reached out to her, stroking her cheek and neck slowly. His touch felt intoxicating. It was warm and soft and felt so good.

"Hehe, be a good girl now..." He said like he were talking to a pet. "That's it my little bimbo, just relax and let it all go. No more cares or worries, the only thing on your mind is going to be me...your going to be a good little brainless slut."
 
Her hands clutched her head as the words little brainless slut escaped her lips. She could literally feel her years of learning being peeled back and being stripped down to the most simplistic of concepts. Letters and numbers went to disarray in her head. She couldn't think clearly and her attention span felt like it was being compressed to almost nothing.

"No, please, stop it!" she cried, "Don't take my words, not my words!"

She went to her knees and thrashed a bit as she held her head. But the eradication of her knowledge was happening so fast and so completely there was little time for fighting.

When it was all over she got back to her feet and stood, well barely stood, she looked like a fawn learning to walk for the first time as she got her bearings. She looked around and blinked blankly. Then her hands went on her hips and she pursed her lips as she spoke. Her words came out slow and deliberately, as it was great effort for her to think.

"You lose!" she said, "I'm the most smarter girl in the whole school. I like to draw butterflies and... ummm... horsies, and like pretty flowers and the teacher says I do everything good. I like.... umm.... Rafe... I feel so funny, like a cloud!"

She shook her head and stamped her feet.

"What did you just do to me!?" she yelled, "All my smarts just went bye bye! I can't even think my big words! If I can't read no more you'll.... why you'll... you'll be really really sorry!"
 
They all laughed at her as she struggled to put together a credible threat against him. Some of the women around him infantilized her, making playful noises like one might to a child. Rafe laughed softly and pushed her lightly. "What are you going to do to me Shirley? Make me sorry? Really?"

He smiled playfully. "But...if you make me pay, then you won't get any...ice cream!" A bowl of ice cream appeared in his hand and he offered it to her to show her how easily she could be distracted.
 
"Stop it! Stop it! Stop making fun of me you mean things!" she yelled.

Shirley's eyes went wide; they seemed to sparkle as they followed the cold dessert.

"Ice cream! I love ice cream. Do you have... ummm... the three line with flavors kind that has the lines through it! Umm... like... you know.. with the pink.... umm... strawberry and like the brown.... that's chocolate! And the white is.... umm... I don't know... OH! It's plain! Not an airplane but just plain plain."

She suddenly shot Rafe an angry look and stamping her left foot.

"Hey, no fair!" she said, "I want my smarts back now! You aren't being fair! You stupid boy!"

Her brown stared daggers at him as she pursed her lips and played with her braided her. Her glasses slid down the bridge of her nose as her face turned red with fear, humiliation and anger combined.
 
He and the others laughed harder at her struggles to keep coherent thought together. "No Shirley, your going to stay like this for a very long time until you learn some obedience to me. Once you treat me right as a little girl should, then I'll consider giving your intelligence back."

He walked over to her and stroked her cheek and neck, his hand moving down to her now expanded chest, licking his lips. "Until then, your going to be a stupid, horny bimbo..." His touch set her skin on fire with lust and desire.
 
"No!" Shirley yelled, "I won't stand for it!"

She tried to remain fierce but the feeling of his hand brushing down her smooth skin and over the exposed flesh of her barely covered breasts/ She shuddered as she pulled back, her knees going to knock together as she felt a sudden burst of butterflies in her stomach. Her skin was growing a slight flush as she became increasingly agitated. Her breathe was heavy and she was looking in every direction at once. The ridicule was a constant reminder that Rafe had made her a dimwit, her body and it's sensitivity was a constant reminder that she was now beyond suggestive and nearly vulgar.

She looked to the ground in shame, her ability to filter her thoughts before she made words was really impaired. Her left hand rubbed her upper right arms as she blushed.

"Please stop touching me," she cried, "Touching makes me hot and tingly."
 
"The more you fight, the more dumb and horny you'll become, you stupid bitch." He laughed and groped her breasts firmly, smirking. The more she resisted his power, the more bimbo-esque and the more horny she'd become. In fact, her speech was beginning to alter and become more cute and meaningless. He ran his hands down along her thighs, feeling her pussy up and groaning in pleasure.

"Mmm, well...now...are you enjoying yourself? Tell the truth..."
 
"Like, stop it!" she cried, "Ah!"

Her voice was becoming very airy and ditzy, she was sounding more and more like a phone sex operator than her old self. Little gasps and moans escaped her when when certain areas of her flesh was rubbed. There was no helping this new behavior. Then she felt her mind, like it was being melded and reshaped once again. She looked at Rafe blankly and tilted her head cutely. A finger pressed to her thin pale as her glasses slid all the way down the bridge of her nose. Thoughts of touching, flirting, and kissing were filling her head and she smiled at Rafe flirtaciously, shifting her pelvis as she stood with her hands behind her back.

The heat blossomed in her sex as her rubbed over her thong.

"AHH!"

She squirmed as her skin turned red and drops of sweat formed on her forehead. Her mind was practically eviscerated at this point. If she lost any more mental ability, basic self care would become a challenge. Her eyes, once blank slates, filled from a wave of lust she couldn't resist.

"My pussy, like feels.... so totally hot!" she gasped, "Rafe, please.. like, more. Shirley will... be good.... no make her dumber... no more horny..."

She fell into him, grabbing his shoulders and rubbing her breasts into against his chest until they forced out of her string bikini top. Shirley made sure her sensitive nipples were moving up and down his flesh. Her labia felt like it was pressing hard against her thong.

"Shirley do sex, like.... umm Rafe make Shirley mart again?" she said looking up with lustful eyes behind black framed glasses, "Please Rafe?"

The bargain was part of her struggle, but she was so horny she wanted the sex more than she wanted herself back to normal. The struggle was tipping her and lust like few humans had felt before was winning. How long could she fight given that she was increasingly a cute nymphomaniac slut without a brain in her head? She was squirming in agony over her conflicting sides until she finally gave in.

"Please Rafe, like, FUCK Shirley so hard! Shirley needs it so bad!" she cried, practically in tears.
 
Rafe chuckled and in a snap of his fingers, her outfit became a mass of butterflies that fluttered away. "We shall see...if you are a good girl and do as I wish, I will make you very smart, smarter than before." He lifted her easily with his newfound strength, being that this was a dream he could do what he damn well pleased, and his clothes vanished as well. He then lowered her onto his massive phallus, pummeling it deep into her pussy and feeling Shirley with a since of wholeness and completeness like never before.

The people all around began to applaud for Shirley at her accepting her new role. The applause was overwhelming and Shirley felt like the star of a very important show. What's more, the applause made her feel strangely accomplished and important. Her bimbo mind was flooded with pleasure and joy and the feeling of accomplishment that it was like a heady drug as Rafe pumped and slammed his cock into her. Eventually, the feeling built up into a massive orgasm that awoke her from her dream. Only she found the effects from the dream were very real.
 
When she snapped awake her labia was red and throbbing and her body was tingling all over. Shirley moaned into her below before her eyes snapped wide open as her head shot up. A pool of slimy liquid was soaking into her bed as her fingers still pushed into her vagina. She sat up, throwing the covers off and bring her hands to her face. A long string of cum reached from her slit to the tip of her finger before it snapped and simply dangled from her slimy hand.

Her pajamas were gone. She was naked, not only that she was so terribly horny she could barely contain herself from laying back down and masturbating until she felt what she had felt in the dream. Her now shaven pussy was red and throbbing, her nipples were painfully erect. Her body had changed in shape, her flat chest had sprung out into pert and ripe D-cups. Her hips were wide and curvy. Her ass was wide and just slightly plump. Her waist was smooth and tight. And her legs were long and shapely. In the mirror her face was still about the same. It almost felt like someone had put her face on a different body. But it was still her skin tone, still her body, just a new body that Rafe had designed for her.

It was a long and interesting shower as she masturbated until she could barely stand up. Her body felt so needy for stimulation. She was constantly aroused and in heat. Even a douse of cold water only worked for a few minutes. Worse, her mind felt like an empty bubble. Everything he had done to her in the dream was now reality. But she couldn't continue to give in, she had school, and she had to work to convince Rafe to give her her smarts back before her grades took a nosedive. Even as dim witted as she was, she knew that much.

Shirley had forgotten how to braid her hair. It was way to complicated and when she was done she had a series of odd tails that looked insane. So she just left her hair hang down and combed it through. She remembered to put her underwear on and got them right, but her long skirt she wore backwards because she had forgotten how to distinguish front from back. Not only that, she couldn't clip it because her hips were too wide. This also caused her underwear to ride into her backside, giving her a wedgie. The blouse had buttons, so she knew how to put it on, not bothering with a bra because what she had didn't fit.

"My boobies will like totally sag!" she said, suddenly worried about them.

She found a sports top and put it on. It pressed her really tightly, but she decided to endure. Her blouse ended up being buttoned incorrectly and looking very sloppy. Her collar was lopsided but she couldn't figure out the buttons and became to frustrated to keep trying. Her socks went on, and she wore shoes that mismatched her uniform because she didn't know tie shoes anymore. As her parents called her to breakfast she still had enough sense to stall and avoid seeing them. A quick look at her books confirmed that she was now illiterate. This made her well up almost to the point of tears. It made her feel an intense hatred for the doody head Rade as well.

She bolted out the door before her parents could see her and walked to school via the less traveled ways. Shirley didn't want anyone to see her stop to finger herself. That day she was late for school for the first time in her life. By the time she made it to the last class of the day she was struggling to sit there looking like the normal Shirley she always was. Only her panties were soaked and she was daydreaming about spreading her legs across the desk and begging the class to have sex with her one at a time or more. She struggled not to look at Rafe, fall into sexual fantasies, or masturbate openly in class. Everything the teacher said sounded like Blah, blah, blahblahblahb BLAH!. All the classes had been way over her head now.

Frankly, it was a testament to her stern will that she could even maintain some facade of still being her old self despite what Rafe had done to her. The fact that she hadn't serviced anyone was amazing. Though there was a rumor going around that the chess nerd had spent the entire lunch period masturbating in the girls restroom. It was easy to tell that things were odd about Shirley now.
 
Shirley could hear Rafe snickering and attempting to cover and calm his laughing. He was enjoying her torture and he could sense her infantile thoughts and how much she was struggling not to break down and pleasure herself. Her mind was still subverting and things like chess and science and math were beginning to take a backseat to clothes and boys and cute things.

When they got to Haley's class, Haley immediately noticed the change. She was the only one that noticed the physical changes. Rafe was all grins and laughs and he took his seat, smirking at Haley as if daring her to reprimand him.
 
Boys had been by far the biggest thing on Shirleys mind. She couldn't even entertain thoughts on math, science, or even chess. There was a game called chess that she used to like but now she didn't know how to play it anymore and it was a hard game. That's all she remembered about chess. Cute clothes kept floating to forefront of her mind, and she allowed it. Keeping her mind blank was hard, and at least thinking about clothes kept her from thinking about boys. With her libido so high, Shirley found herself very hot and bothered when just looking at any cute boy.

Haley taught the class and remained merciful enough not to call on Haley. The girl's blank expression and lack of attentiveness convey a lack of understanding. Rafe had not only altered her body, but something was clearly transformed upstairs as well. Shirley wasn't herself today. It was going to be interesting after class.

Once all the the other students had left Shirley pulled down her skirt and panties and began masturbating at her desk. She simply couldn't hold it anymore.

"Rafe, Rafe, please fuck me hard," Shirley gasped as her hand stroked her bared sex, "I need it so bad!"

Haley folded her hands at her desk.

"Rafe, what did you do to her?" she asked simply.
 
Rafe laughed at her and smirked. "I made her a good little pet. A perfect brainless bimbo slut." He looked a Haley and grinned. "You don't approve?" He waited for her to disagree with him. "I hope you don't, because I have a task for you...someone has made me angry and your going to help me with reprimanding her." He licked his lips. "But first...we're going to have some fun."

"You see...Shirley here still resists. She's not happy. She wants so badly to return to being smart and boring...we're going to show her how happy a girl can be being a totally stupid slut."
 
"She doesn't look she's resisting very well," Haley observed.

Indeed, the girl was on the floor rubbing herself and begging for Rafe to take. It certainly seemed his work was done, unless he was trying to eradicate every last subconscious trace of Shirley's old persona. She listened to Rafe, shaking her head.

"Rafe, are you really going to decimate this girl's life and dignity over petty jealousy!" she said, "Look, please don't use your power to wreck a brilliant mind like hers, what if it can't be reversed. What will she do with her life!? Rafe, please."

And yet she was curious, how did he plan to make Shirley want to be like this? All she could think of was sexual pleasure, perhaps Pavlovian training. Haley realized that once Rafe focused on someone, they would become his creations, physically and mentally, before long. She wished she knew a way to help Shirley, but she didn't, except by keeping Rafe happy and hoping he wouldn't be too hard on her.
 
He looked at Haley oddly and then began to step towards her, his look growing into a scowl. She had done it now. She had crossed the line. "Oh really? I go too far, do I Haley?" His hand started to extend towards her as if he were going to cast some spell over her. "Now then tell me. What will you give up to me to save her future? If she stays like this long enough, it will become her permanent personality."

He smirked and walked to Shirley, his hand slipping into her pants as he started to finger her slit, his thumb teasing her sensitive nub. "Mmm...so wet and so sensitive..."
 
"Ahhh!"

Shirley shuffled around on the floor. Rafes fingers against her slit were pure bliss and squeezed herself around them. He would feel her warm juices coating his fingertip and his thumb as she began to lightly hump his hand. Her hands came down and tried to guide him to all her most sensitive spots.

"Oh Rafe," she moaned, "Oh Rafe, that feels so good!"

Haley made a fist and looked down upon her desk. She had been researching some strange things in light of recent events. She had some idea of what he may have wanted, but that was a dead end.

"How about a wager. You train Shirley for the next week, but no more changes than you already made. If you can get her to actually agree to be like... that, over her true self. Then I'll admit that you made her into her new true self, and I'll agree to become a futanari for the rest of my life. But if she goes back to who she was, then you leave us alone and never use your powers again."
 
He chuckled and grinned with delight. "In a week, Shirley will have lost her mind to sex and simplicity. She'll have become a blank, empty bimbo by then." He smirked and his hand dug into her panties, his fingers pumping in and out of her pussy, thrusting and mimicking a phallus. He grinned at Haley. There was nothing said about herself though. His mind started to ignite the fire in Haley's mind, making what little arousal she might actually have and turning it into an all-consuming firestorm. A need to cum, soon and hard.

He smiled at Haley as he worked her mind and slowly opened his pants, working out his huge, pulsing, needful cock and showing to to Shirley. It was what she needed. It was what her pussy needed.
 
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He chuckled and grinned with delight. "In a week, Shirley will have lost her mind to sex and simplicity. She'll have become a blank, empty bimbo by then." He smirked and his hand dug into her panties, his fingers pumping in and out of her pussy, thrusting and mimicking a phallus. He grinned at Haley. There was nothing said about herself though. His mind started to ignite the fire in Haley's mind, making what little arousal she might actually have and turning it into an all-consuming firestorm. A need to cum, soon and hard.

He smiled at Haley as he worked her mind and slowly opened his pants, working out his huge, pulsing, needful cock and showing to to Shirley. It was what she needed. It was what her pussy needed.
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"Her soul is stronger that!" Haley shouted from her desk, "You can't just completely edit a person to suit your own ego! She may be forced to be this way, but it will never be what she truly wants!"

The teacher slumped over her desk as she felt her need to cum grow. Her sex was on fire and it was soaking her panties as she squirmed her hips. The type of raw sexual need he could initiate was beyond her imagination. Haley sat back in her chair and pressed her crotch as her heat blossomed from it and spread throughout her body.

Shirley looked longingly at Rafe, but said nothing. She closed her eyes and spread open her legs. She pulled her dress down and arched her back, waiting for him to take her. All day long she had been going crazy for the sensation of Rafe's cock filling her, just like in the dream. She only wanted him. Nothing else mattered right now, just the need she was feeling.

"Fuck me!"

Shirley screamed as she fingered her wet labia and tried to spread herself apart for him. She kept screaming to fucked, that's all she really wanted so badly.
 
He laughed. "But she's enjoying it so much..." He grunted firmly as he droving his giant cock deep into Shirley's tight young pussy. "Aren't you baby girl?" He spoke to her like he'd speak to a puppy. "Your having fun being a brainless bimbo aren't you cutie? And the more she enjoys it and succumbs, the more permanent it will be.

He grinned. "You know, Shirley...I bet Haley's dripping wet pussy would be delicious in your mouth right now, wouldn't it?" He looked at Haley with his large, sinister, hypnotic eyes, planting the seed of lesbian desire deep into Haley's mind.
 
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