The Serpent Pt 2

I managed to make it home without any more disturbing events, but every time I thought back to that incident in the study room, a cold sweat broke out over me. It felt *good*, but also terrifying. Things happened, but it felt like somebody was pulling my strings. He was. Or it was. Whatever. If he was there, he wasn’t being obvious about it, he wasn’t speaking to me. But I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened with Kay. It was like she was under a spell. She couldn’t resist my commands, and what was more, she was barely trying to resist. Part of me, the part of me that liked to fantasize about power, really enjoyed that part.

I managed to avoid my parents after they came home, absolutely terrified that they might see what I was becoming, (leaking through or something), and completely freak out. “Yeah mom, I’m sharing my body with some unholy serpent demon who talks about tempting Eve back in the day. Normal teenager stuff, don’t worry”.

My dreams… gods. My dreams. I don’t normally remember them in detail, and tonight was no exception. But once you wake up sweating, hard, and jumping out of your skin horny about *five* times, you start to get the impression that your subconscious, or whatever he’s doing to it, is working in sexual overdrive.

After the fifth time, at around 6 am, I got up to go to the bathroom, splashed water on my face, and looked in the mirror. He was there, of course. A twisted parody of my own face, slit-eyed and scaly. “Humans are sssoooo, lustful” my image hissed at me with a lascivious smile. “I had forgotten how delicious it can be to be joined with a human.”

I took a deep breath, and tried not to think about how insane this would look… having a conversation with a mirror, to some *thing* living in my head. “What are you? What do you want, and why are you in my head?” I manage to say that without stammering, trying not to let my fear rule me.

“Your mouth cannot say my true name… and it does not matter. I’m you, and you are me now. Soon, there will be no need for these… converssssations. We are going to make you powerful, make your dreamssss come true. You want that female, don’t you?” Another figured joined him/me in the mirror… Kay. Looking gorgeous in her cheer uniform, her customary haughtiness gone, replaced by a lustful, slightly glazed look.. she almost drooled as my mirror image pulled her to him, wrapping one scaly arm around her waist. “She’s already yours.. she cannot resist us. Even now, she is ours. She dreams of us.” I shook my head, trying not to think about the implications of what he said. I looked away, taking a deep breath, and when I looked back it was just me.

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I saw them after third period. Kay and Haley, walking down the hall together. Haley with her customary sunny smile, Kay looking slightly less haughty, until she caught sight of me… her long stride breaking slightly, which drew a glance from Haley. They passed near me, the flow of students causing Kay to bump into me briefly. I felt her hand push in between my arm and my body, before she kept moving down the hall. Small favors. I had seen her humiliate other girls for bumping into her, and sneering at boys who were beneath her.

After I arrived at my locker, I realized she had pushed a slip of paper in when she touched me. I pulled it out, and it was simple “band practice room, fourth period study hall”. Something about this felt wrong, but I could almost hear *him* chuckling in the background. Even if this was a setup, it seems I was able to handle Darren without any effort. Fuck it. Might as well.

After checking into my study hall next period, I signed out to go to the library. The band area was right down the hallway, and it was more or less deserted in the mornings. The practice area had a series of soundproof rooms used for practice, and the light was on in the last one on the left. I opened it up, and on the inside wall, not visible to the hallway was Kay. Until I walked in, she had an angry look on her face that melted off as I came in. She took a step towards me, but then visibly took control of herself.

“What.. What did you *do* to me…. you….” She stammered slightly, clearly wanting to throw some insult… her body visibly shaking as our eyes met. She was dressed in a light yellow sundress, cut low enough to be attractive, but still demure.

I could feel his influence on me, my lusts rising, the urge to just have her. She wouldn’t stop me, I knew. But there was still enough of old me left to want to know more.

“I… I’m not sure what you mean, Kay. Something is happening to me, and I don’t quite understand. Tell me what you’re feeling.” I started out speaking conversationally, but the last bit took on a tone more akin to a command.

I heard her inhale sharply at my tone, quivering a little bit, clearly wrestling with impulses, same as me. “You. You did something to me. You drugged me, or hypnotized me, or something… because I can’t stop thinking about you. I… ” She bit her lip, blushing slightly. I never imagined she could blush like that… she was always the bitchy ice queen, but she looked almost vulnerable.

“Continue. What were you going to say” I said in a low growl. Him at work. Or was it just me wanting to see how far she had gone.

She leaned against the wall of the practice room, her hands in little balls. “I… I spent all last night touching myself, thinking about… thinking about doing filthy things for you. What did you do!” She yells the last part, obviously trying to get or stay angry, but whatever happened was clearly winning.

I felt my pants tighten up, my cock hardening as she visibly struggled to control herself. “Why is that a problem? After the way you’ve acted for the last however many years, it’s ironic that this happens to you.” I find myself saying something cold, almost sneery myself.

Her hand unclenched, moving in jerks and twitches towards the hem of her sundress. “Please, I’ll do anything, just make this stop! I feel like I’m going crazy… I… I need….” she bit her lip hard, not letting herself talk any more.

I felt a little out of control, and felt two separate sets of desires… one hot and lustful and familiar, and the other cold and hungry that desired something beyond simple sexual gratification. The words spilt out of my mouth, “Daughters of Eve can never resist ussss” I hissed, a sibilant overture filling my voice. “If you please usss, we may grant you what your body cries out for, little girl. Come to usss…” My voice was almost a silky croon at that point, filled with insinuation.

She took a step towards me, before starting slightly, glancing around, her body quivering as she fought the compulsion… another unsteady step, followed by another, until she was at arms length. “P.pp.please!” she croaked out, looking up at me with her eyes wide and desperate. “Anything you want, please!”

I reached out with one hand, no longer shocked to see the faint mottling under my skin as he manifested, knowing my eyes were unblinking, yellow and reptillian. My arm went around her waist, pulling her to me, enjoying the feeling of that young fit body pressed against mine. She let out a desperate, keening noise as we made contact, her face looking up at mine, her lips parted and slightly moist. How often had I dreamed about something like this? Having a girl like that, who wanted me this badly. He might be something terrible, but this… this wasn’t bad.

I brought my mouth down on hers, kissing her hungrily, feeling like I was taking something that didn’t belong to me. She closed her eyes and moaned through our kiss, her body molding to mine… her hips grinding into my leg in desperate need. I could feel how warm she was through her dress as she basically humped my leg.

Our mouths separated, a little whine coming from her throat as we did. “You’re ourssss, aren’t you Kay?” I hissed out, completely lost in this sensation of lust and power. She nodded her head, biting her lip. “Ssssay it!” I barked at her, my hands going to her little ass, squeezing a little cruelly.

“Yes! I’m.. I’m yours. I’m your whatever you want… your girlfriend… your… wh..whore. I’ll do whatever you want!” She almost babbled as she ground up on me, her eyes taking on that slightly glazed look I remembered from the mirror this morning.

My hands slid lower on her, feeling for the edge of her sundress. I found it, got a good grip, and suddenly pulled upwards. Kay yelped slightly, but almost immediately cooperated, raising her arms over her head as I pulled it off, revealing her modest white bra and panties. Her long blonde hair hung loose down her back, and her tits were a firm C cup. She trembled as I inspected her body. She may have been a bitch before, but she was a bitch with a body.

“No more underwear for you” I growled out. “Get rid of it. You’re never allowed to wear any.” I glowered at her, wondering how she would respond, still marveling at how my life had changes.

She hesitated for only a moment, before reaching back, and undoing her bra, her tits barely moving as she took it off, her hands shaking slightly. They stood proud and pert, despite their size, shifting slightly as she thumbed her little white panties off, kicking them away.

I took a moment to take all of her in. A blonde girl, meticulously (as I could see now) tanned, pert tits, and apparently she shaved. I had never seen that outside of porn, and I could feel my cock angrily constricted by my pants. My eyes flicked to her little pussy, and something inside me, him perhaps, thought ‘No. Not yet’. “Are you a virgin, Kay? What has that ape done to you before you found your true calling?”

She trembled visibly as she heard the scorn in my voice. “Just a few… just a few times. He wants to do it more, but… but… he’s never made me cum from it. He makes me suck him off once or twice a week…” She trailed off, seeing my face grow angry. “I’m sorry sir! I’m sorry!” she babbled out, her hands opening and closing as she stood on display.

“You’re mine now. Nobody touches you unless I say so, do you understand?” I reached out to cup a tit, possessively squeezing.

She nodded her head, eagerly. “Yes, sir. Only yours… please?” She turned it into a begging question, one of her hands going to her little shaved cunny, the other to my jeans, cupping the lump in my pants, audibly moaning as her fingers ran up and down my length.

“Get on your knees, Kay. Show me what your mouth can do for me.” I hissed out, my hands going to to undo my jeans, my cock fell out of the opening in my boxers. She looked up at me, her eyes wide as she sank down, her hand gently stroking my length. She gently licked my cock, working the tip between her lips… it felt nice, but I started to get the feeling that little Kay was not yet that proficient at this… A dark, sadistic impulse started to grow in me as I ran a hand through her silky blonde hair, before closing my fist, and pulling her head down as I thrust up, my cock sliding into her mouth

She gagged, her eyes watering as my cock battered her throat, involuntarily pulling back, my cock slipping out of her mouth as she gasped. “It’s too much sir… I need more practice!” Her tongue slithered out, lapping at my cockhead, before taking it back into her mouth. It was my first blowjob ever, and despite her not being able to take all of me, it was overwhelming… I could feel my balls tightening up as she gagged softly on my cock, a little whimper of lust being the thing that drove me over the edge, my cock surging in her mouth.

I felt her cough as my cum choked her slightly, the first spurt going down her throat as she pulled back instinctively… the second ribboning over her upturned face from her hairline to her lips… her hand went to stroke me as she visibly swallowed what was in her mouth… the last few bits of cum splattering her tits and dripping onto her hand.

I noticed after I came down from my orgasmic high that she was making small pleased moans as she cleaned herself off like a cat, running her fingers over her face and chest, and swallowing everything, a lewd display that I could never have imagined.

“Thank you, sir” she breathed out at me once she was done. “Will… will you fuck me soon?” She sounded almost plaintive. I smiled down at her, a little cruelly. “Once you can take all of me in your throat, I’ll be ready to move on to see how else your body can please me.” I picked up her dress, and tossed it at her, and she slid it on as she got back to her feet, a little unsteady.

“I will do better next time, sir. I promise. May I try again… today?” She sounded a little whiny at the end, which amused me.

Despite my recent orgasm, I felt a stirring hunger. “You may, on one condition. You have to bring me another girl. One of your little cheerleader friends.”

She looked a little disappointed, but masked it well. “I thought that you and… ” She shook her head, clearly afraid of me. “Of course. Whatever you want, sir. Haley likes you.. she liked you before… before this. She would have flirted with you more if I hadn’t….” She faded off, frowning a bit.

I found a little surge of panic for some reason. Haley. The nice one. Turning Kay into.. whatever she was now had a little justice to it, but Haley was sweet to everybody… and knowing that she liked me liked me made me pause. “No. Not Haley. Bring me another. Heather, the redhead. Bring her down here after your practice. ” I felt him inside me, somehow displeased with that. But I seemed to still be in control.

She nodded, licking her lips. “You.. you won’t fuck her before you fuck me, will you?” She looked a little sad, forlorn, even, as she fixed her hair and tried to look less like she just sucked a boy off in the practice rooms.

“If you are a good girl, then you’ll be rewarded. What I choose to do or not do to Heather or any other girl is none of your concern.” I half snarl, opening the door for her, giving her a dismissive gesture. She flounced off, her hips rolling a little bit extra, probably for me. I closed the door and sank down along the wall, wondering what the *fuck* was going on in my life.

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