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Chapter 7 by squidman43 squidman43

What should I do?

time to recruit.

An idea popped into my head. A devious little idea, but my inhibitions were already out the window. The girl looked at me like a deer in the headlights.

"What are you going to do to me?" She asked, matter-of-factly, as if she had accepted this as her fate.

I walked slowly up the side aisle of the lecture hall, and began to peer through the windows. This building was tall, and we were on the third floor of it. From the windows on this side, I could see the entirety of the quad, the area where students gather to advertise various clubs and events. I gazed down at the sorority recruiting booths. Too easy. I looked at the volleyball girls. Uninterested. Then I saw a girl standing timidly behind a booth peddling spiritual healing books, tarot cards, etc. She looked shy, and she was probably part of some occult fanclub.

I looked away from the window, and down at the girl standing half naked in my lecture hall. I made sure my fingers were still crossed, and I spoke my next command:

"Remaining shoeless and topless, walk to the quad and bring me that girl."

She walked to the window to see my perspective, and understood who she needed to find. It seemed like she had some control here, which was strange. Then I saw her eyes. I realized she had stopped resisting the relentless control of her musculature. She looked so helpless, I felt a twinge in my heart. Guilt. I liked that feeling a bit too much.

After a few moments, I watched as she trapsed topless down to the quad. Heads turned all around. The laws for nudity in this state were relatively lax, so no one could really say anything about her choice to be topless, though she caught people's eye.

She wandered up to the occult girl's booth, and began an unintelligible conversation. Somehow, she had been convinced. I wasn't certain if my stone was supporting me by controlling her even though I'd not given another command.

But either way, I soon had two beautiful girls standing right in front of me.

"Lock the door". I said, fingers crossed. Ashly complied, shoving the door closed and locking us inside. "Good girl, now stay." Ashly froze in place. I was getting bored of her compliance. I uncrossed my fingers. Strangely enough, I saw some of her stiff frozeness fade, and it looked as though she was more in control of how she interpreted "stay". Though she still clearly could not do much else but stand still.

"Please," I said cordially, "tell us your name." My fingers were uncrossed.

"Kate. What's going on?"

She was taller than Ashly, about 5'9 or so. She wore tall combat boots, fishnets, and a black plaid pencil skirt, relatively modest. She wore a chunky black knit sweater with too-long sleeves so her hands looked like sock puppets. She had tattoos on her collarbone, with a skull right below her ear on one side.

"I love that sweater." I crossed my fingers. "Hand it to me."

"I would, but I'm not wearing--"

The chunky sweater lifted up, pulled by her arms without her volunteering their use. As the knitted fabric rose, I saw her curvy midriff, with a blue gem piercing her naval. Tattoos followed her sides up along her ribcage, and completing in an arc across her collar. Herbs, flowers, mushrooms, trees, and some wild animals inhabited the ink forest of her skin. She looked stunning. She also looked stunned as she lifted the sweater off of her head, revealing her soft, pale breasts.

"I didn't mean to-" she said, turning to look at Ashly's defeated face. She turned back to me and realized just how dark my visions were for them.

Both topless, it was time to have some fun. He shut all the windows, and crossed his fingers.

What kind of fun?

More fun
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