Let Ms. Reacher Take It.

It was a strange sensation. It took less than a minute for Nala to finish her chanting and subtle hand motions. All the while you felt that intense powerful feeling start to wane. You nearly passed out at the end but Ms. Reacher was there in a flash to catch you. When you stumbled to your feet it was gone. You unabashedly unzipped your pants right in front of the others just to make sure. You tried to come up with a way to thank Ms. Reacher but she insisted she was fine. Nala gave her a few pointers on how to control her newfound urges and said she would be monitoring her progress just in case. In the time since then you've barely even spoken to either of your saviors. At first Nala was just as constant as ever, and possibly even more demanding of ear scritches. But she left on some important business on the west coast and hasn't come back yet, about two weeks after she said she would return. Ms. Reacher has just been distant this whole time. You never speak outside of class and at times she actively avoids you. You finally cornered her in her office last month and demanded an explanation. She said that it was still hard to control herself and that she didn't want to involve you in any of this craziness, that you'd been through enough. You'd tried to tell her you'd help however you could but she became angry and demanded you leave her office. You've only caught each other's eye a few times since then, always with awkward results.

So you've tried to put all the behind you for now. You focused on getting into a good college and even found yourself a boyfriend, Brian. You met him at a movie you went to with friends and he started flirting with you before the opening trailers started. It was nice to return to something so basic with someone who knew nothing about you, a true new beginning. Things are okay with him so far. But in the back of your mind you know that he doesn't give you the same level of thrill you experienced on that day. But you made you choice and decided on a normal life for yourself. Today is graduation day, the perfect day to put it all behind you and start fresh. A small arena was rented for the day to house the many hundreds of students and all their families for the ceremony. It was long and boring and you largely ignored it all. The only reason you stayed awake through the entire thing is because Tiffany, Brian's sister, kept leaning over to whisper lewd humor into your ear about whatever was going on up in stage at the moment. After the ceremony ends you return to your family and comense with the required hugs, words of praise, and photos. Once that's over with you seek out Tiffany again. You're becoming fast friends and she's offered to take you to a party with a bunch of other now former students from your school. Your parents approved you staying the night so you don't even have to worry about getting drunk. You haven't had a drop of **** since that night but tonight seems like a good chance to shake off your old fears.

Still wearing your graduation robes and cap you slide into the passenger seat of Tiffany's car. Once safely out of sight of your families she pulls over and the two of you strip them off and throw them into the back seat. Both of you are dressed to party, you in a simply black dress that shows off our shoulders, a lot of cleavage, and even more leg. Tiffany goes for a more overt look with a blouse she ties closed with a knot rather than buttons and a skirt you're certain will show off her ass should she shake her hips too vigorously on the dance floor. She's very much a female version of Brian, hair like straw and sharp features. You put extra care into your outfit knowing that he would be at the party.

"So, where are we going?" you ask for the third time.

Tiffany laughs and says, "Nope. Still not telling you."

You groan, "Come on! I'm gonna find out when we get there!"

"Exactly. It's a surprise."

You eye her up curiously. You like Tiffany and all but you haven't known her all that long yet. And past experience has shown you that looks can be deceiving.

"We're not going anywhere shifty, are we? Like the middle of the woods or something?"

She bursts out laughing, "As if! We're going to a nice suburb, Rebecca. Just sit back and relax!"

You watch the buildings passing you by and they seem to confirm what she says. The houses only get nicer the longer you drive. Thirty minutes later she pulls up to a decent looking two-story home with several cars parked in the driveway and along the sidewalk. No one is outside and you don't hear any music.

"This is the 'most super amazing party and you're gonna have a blast' party?" you ask skeptically as you get out of the car.

Tiffany rolls her eyes, "The night is still young and all that! The party hasn't even started yet. After all, we have yet to arrive!"

She holds out her arm and with a laugh you take it and are escorted to the front door. Tiffany opens it like she owns the place and leads you in. You still don't hear any music but you do hear the soft din of conversation. Tiffany drops her purse off at the front door, rifling through it on a small table, looking for something. Meanwhile, you step deeper into the house to see where she's dragged you to. The house itself is of an older style but the owner has filled it with modern appliances and bits of art on the walls. The mixture strangely works for you. You follow the sound of voices to a living room area and furrow your brow in confusion. There are other people there, other girls to be specific, about a dozen or so. You even recognize two of them, your friends Ruth and Veronica. But all the girls are wearing short bath robes, the sort that come no more than halfway down their thighs. Despite their numbers they all wear different colors, even if some are merely different shades. The room has also been set up in a strange fashion. Most of the furniture has been pushed off to the side but not for the sake of making a dancefloor on the hardwood. In the center of the room are pillows and blankets. For a moment you consider the strange but at least sensical possibility that this is like an adult slumber party and Tiffany either forgot or didn't tell you as some kind of joke. The room falls quiet as you enter, all eyes turning towards you. Small smiles appear on most of the faces before you. The room is silent. And then you hear the deadbolt on the front door being locked. You spin and bolt in that direction only to immediately collide with a body, tall and strong. You pull yourself away and meet the eyes of Ms. Reacher, also wearing a shirt robe, hers a dark scarlet.

She furrows her brow at you, her hand gently grasping your shoulders, "Rebecca, sweety, what's wrong?"

You fight to steady your breathing. Calm down. Nothing dangerous has happened. Yet.

"What's going on?" you ask as sternly as you can.

She smiles down at you, hands still in your shoulders. You hear shuffling behind you and try to turn your head but Ms. Reacher crooks a finger under you chin and pulls you back towards her.

"What's going on is I've finally grasped the situation," she says dreamily. "I used to think you needed to be protected from all of this. But now I see that you of all people are in a better position to understand than anyone. I'm sorry Rebecca. I should have called you to my side a long time ago. I was just afraid that I couldn't control it, that I'd hurt you. But I'm afraid anymore. And now, you won't have to be either."

You try to break free from her grasp but even just the light grip on your shoulders holds you in place like a lead weight. You feel hands all over you now, grabbing at you from behind. You start to scream but a pair of lips captures it. Only after she pulls away do you see it's Tiffany, now topless and wearing only her skirt.

"It's okay," she says in what is supposed to be a soothing tone. "You're one of us now."

You half expect the others to all chant "one of us" but what you hear instead is a gaggle of giggles. You're pulled onto your back on the cushions laid out ahead of time and get a better look at your attackers. The dozen or so girls, now joined by Tiffany, have abandoned their robes to reveal ridiculously revealing lingerie, all except Tiffany who now strips to full nudity. Each of them is wearing a variant of the same underwear, all the same colors as their robes. The lacy bras have underside support but the cups don't cover their nipples. The panties are just as delicate and stylized and would even be considered cute with their little bows if not for the fact that the crotches were all completely cut out, exposing their pussies to the air.

You scream as they begin pulling at your dress but another girl, one you don't recognize, seals your lips like Tiffany had. You kick and flail but the shear mass of them all makes escape impossible. You know they'll get you stripped at some point but it won't be until your arms are legs give out completely. Something hot and wet glides up your neck, burning with such heat you almost fear blisters. But the heat doesn't burn. No, it only excites your skin and sends electricity down to your clit like nothing you've ever experienced. Your legs stop flailing so they can press together and give your needy pussy some relief...

Wait a minute. You HAVE felt this before! You blink your eyes rapidly and look up to see Ms. Reacher pulling away from you, tongue still hanging out, robe still hugging her curves. You glance around and realize that at some point the girls managed to pull your dress off of you, leaving you in nothing but a black G-string you bought to surprise Brian.

"Ooh, very nice," comments Ms. Reacher. "I approve."

There's a murmur of agreement from the other girls, several of whom lick their lips as they scan your body. You feel fear like you've never felt before. You aren't more afraid than you were while encountering the monster from the woods. No, this fear is different because of how much want is mixed in with it. These girls want to eat you alive. That thought terrifies you. But part of you wants it to happen. The part infected by Ms. Reacher's new magic, you tell yourself. Ms. Reacher snaps her fingers and the frenzy begins. Hands and fingers and lips and tongues descend upon you in such a frenzy that you cannot possibly hope to identify which parts belong to whom. It takes everything in you just to recognize what's being done to you. Your lips are claimed by yet another girl, your poor breasts are being devoured by at least two mouths, maybe more. Several sets of hands massage your thighs and pry them apart. Your skimpy undergarment is little protection against the pair of tongues that lick up your leg and begin teasing your cunt, completely exposed by someone pulling them off to the side. You try to fight and scream like before but your voice is a continual moan and your "fighting" only seems to press yourself harder against them, almost like your body is seeking out your attackers, begging to be touched more. Is that Ms. Reacher's doing, more mental manipulation? Or is this just your body reacting naturally to such blissful stimulation?

"No...! No...!" you weakly call out.

Your orgasm comes on like a great wave, slowly but powerfully carrying you over a cliff no matter how hard you swim against it. The various hands and mouths mostly recede for a moment as your body bows and contorts against your will. Truth be told, it's been a long while since you've cum so hard. Two girls still press down on your arms to hold you in place while another pulls the last of your clothing down our legs. Your too weak right now to do much about it. You hear lots of movement and look up to see everyone making room for Ms. Reacher to stand between your legs. She's also removed her robe and revealed an ensemble similar to the others', only her underwear is all in black rather than the red of her robe. Also, the open crotch of her panties reveals not just her pussy but a massive, hard cock. Was it always that big? Or maybe it changes size from person to person or something? Whatever the case, as Ms. Reacher starts to lower herself to the ground you get the feeling you're about to get extremely familiar with exactly how big she is now!

Your strength returns and you fight again. But the two girls on your arms are too strong and two more appear to keep your legs wide open for her. You scream, "Help!!!" but quickly have a gag shoved into your mouth.

Ms. Reacher smiles and says, "Don't worry. You'll love it."

With her first thrust she penetrates you more deeply than anyone ever has. Your eyes go wide, you can't help but moan into the gag in your mouth. Then she starts pushing even deeper and you scream at the sensation. Well, at least she wasn't lying. You feel her reach someplace deep inside you that you didn't realize was accessable and then press passed even that, the head of her cock pushing into your cervix. You cum shaking on the floor like you're having a seizure. Only after you've finished does she get started. Her long and fast thrusts make you forget about struggling and the girls stop holding you down. You bounce against the floor while Ms. Reacher pierces that place deep inside of you again and again. You cum two more times, each one completely shaking your core and leaving your mind a slate of white. Shortly after the last one Ms. Reacher gets especially vigorous and starts to moan herself. You can feel her warmth spreading within you, filling up your ever crevice. It feels amazing, almost enough to make you cum again. Why did you ever not want this? You must have been lying to yourself, trying to fit in with everyone else. But this is what you want, where you belong...

It takes you a moment to realize that Ms. Reacher is standing over you now along with some of the other girls. Glancing around, you see that some of them have grouped up and started their own parties. Ruth is kissing Veronica passionate while another girl kisses her just as passionately on her other lips. Tiffany appears to have put on a strap-on and is going to town on some girl you can't see from this angle but can definitely hear. You feel like your legs are jelly and that you won't be able to walk right for a week. You look back but Ms. Reacher is gone. She's standing over at the front door now and looking back at you.

"I know we've been rather harsh today," she says. "But it was only so that you could see what we have to offer. But, if you want to leave," she unlocks the door and opens it just a little. "There's the door."

You spot Tiffany's purse on the door next to her. You could grab it, find her keys, and get out of this madhouse. Nala. She's the only one you could talk to, the only one who could fix this mess. Of course, you'd have to find her first. Or...or you could stay and keep getting fucked into bliss every day. You know what it would do to you, that you would be her ****, unable to go against her ever again. Even now it's hard to focus your thoughts towards anything other than pleasing her. But...would that really be so bad?