The quartet of students, but she hardly stops there

Before Emily left the building, she pointed to a nearby women's restroom. "I own that restroom and everyone in it." Since it was between classes, there were five students and one professor using it, all of whom instantly became her property and were altered to fit her commands.

"Also," she continued, "I can cause anything I own to exist or not exist as I choose, in whatever state and in whatever place I choose, and can create and remove doorways into and out of spaces I own wherever I choose." The door to her restroom vanished, just as her first five slaves did, appearing in it before Emily made the whole thing blink out of existence entirely, the eleven people she owned going with it. But she created a door right ahead of her and poked her head in to confirm that they were still all there before making that disappear and heading off.

"Everyone I own will by default be teleported into my restroom whether or not it exists," Emily decided. While she had a specific destination in mind, it didn't stop her from claiming another five women and two men along the way, all of them transforming into the sort of attractive piece of ass that got Emily's cock throbbing before vanishing.

Casually ripping the knowledge she needed from Natalie's mind, Emily recreated the woman as she walked up to the table in one of the university's cafeterias where she had planned to meet her friends. She grabbed an empty chair from a nearby table and sat down on it, pulling Nat into her lap and fondling her property's boobs. None of the other four women batted an eye at seeing their friend molested in public, knowing that she was simply being used as a sex toy by her owner.

"Hey, Natalie," the woman whom Emily didn't need Natalie's memories to know was Rhonda given how she was dressed said. "And Nat's owner." It was stated matter-of-factly, Rhonda clearly finding nothing unusual about one of her closest friends having recently ceased to be her own person and instead being reduced to the status of property.

"Glad to see you could still make lunch even though someone owns you now," Wanda added.

"Oh," Emily said, not bothering to introduce herself, "that's just because I wanted to own the four of you as well. But stick around so I can get to know you as well."

The four women's bodies, minds and clothes changed as per Emily's prior commands, but they didn't vanish into her washroom.

"Hunh," one of the twins said. Emily hadn't been able to tell the difference between them even with access to Natalie's memories but now she knew it was Phoebe speaking. "So that's what it's like to become property."

Megan was clearly interested in her new body shape but Emily's commands forbade her from exploring it. "So what do you intend to do with us, Mistress?"

Emily shrugged. "Not sure yet. I own twenty-two people now, after all, because they were hot or cute or just because I could." She made the admission loudly enough for others to hear, but nobody cared that she had admitted to stripping away others' autonomy for no reason at all other than her own fleeting whims. "You and you," she added, pointing at two moderately attractive women who were each engaged in public displays of affection with their boyfriends while they ate lunch, "I also own you." Said boyfriends were unbothered by the fact that their would-have-been significant others promptly became smoking hot before vanishing without a trace, accepting that their love lives could be rewritten by a few words from a horny lesbian.

"Anything you want to do with us in particular?" Wanda asked.

"Hmm." Emily thought for a moment. "Megan, Phoebe, make out, feel each other up, make it hot." The twins instantly were kissing and had their hands all over each other, reaching under bikinis to play with nipples and slits. "Rhonda, go away." Emily's powers interpreted the command as intended, Rhonda vanishing into the washroom instead of being compelled to stand up and walk away from the table to some unspecified destination. "Wanda, my cock needs pleasuring." Emily willed it hard and Wanda clambered her exaggerated body under the table, taking the shaft into her mouth, easily deep-throating all three feet fully because of Emily's prior commands. "And play with my balls."

Emily casually finger-fucked Natalie while thinking about whether to do anything more while getting blown.

"Natalie, you have an extra pair of boobs right under your current pair, same size, your top will change to work with all four."

Natalie whimpered as Emily's hands shifted their focus to her new rack, the sensations both familiar and new as her anatomy moved outside the realm of human norms but Emily's control over her not caring about such things.

"I can transfer pleasure as I like between any of my slaves and myself," Emily decided, and redirected the sensations Natalie was feeling to her own body, promptly reaching orgasm and blowing her load directly into Wanda's stomach, her cock having gone all the way through her esophagus.

"I own you as well," she continued, pointing at a middle-aged woman who promptly turned into a stereotypical hot MILF before disappearing, though as Emily promptly discovered she wasn't a mother or affiliated with the university; she just lived near campus and liked this cafeteria's soups every now and then.

With twenty-five people now completely subjugated to her and her balls thoroughly drained, Emily made Wanda and Natalie disappear before shifting her own physical presence into the washroom that may not even have existed right then.