u/mesmerciless

A college TA goes undercover at a frat party, hoping to discover what's been turning her smartest students into stupid sluts.

All characters depicted are 18+ years of age. My kinks are not my politics. Thanks for reading, and enjoy!

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The meeting was not going as Alex had planned.

Seconds ticked by as she sat in excruciating silence, watching August Pembrook’s bony fingers flick across his phone. His office was larger than any Alex had been in before, yet the richly furnished space felt increasingly claustrophobic, the walls seeming to close in with every twitch of his white eyebrows or hum from his pursed lips.

It was infuriating. She’d sent him these photos days ago, and he was only getting around to them now? As if he hadn’t wasted enough of her time already. Just scheduling this sit-down had been an interminable process, Pembrook’s calendar more packed than that of any other faculty member on campus. How a Director of Sorority and Fraternity Life could be so busy was anyone’s guess. Was panning for donations over dirty martinis and dirtier jokes really that demanding? Still, Alex had persisted, driven by the belief that he of all people would share her concerns. Or, at the very least, that he would feel obliged to investigate.

However, when Pembrook’s gaze finally rose to meet hers, Alex saw none of the worry she’d hoped to inspire. Instead, the look he gave her was one she knew all too well, a dubious squint that said: “I agreed to meet an attractive, young teaching assistant with a great rack; I never said I would take her seriously.”

Pembrook cleared his throat. “This is certainly…interesting,” he said slowly. “But I’m not sure why you brought it to me. If you feel students are dressing inappropriately, surely the disciplinary committee would be a better tree to bark up. Pardon the expression.”

Alex didn’t. In fact, she was on the verge of chucking her own phone at his wrinkled forehead. Instead, she took a deep breath and rose to her feet, mildly regretting her choice of heels as she walked to his side and swiped a finger across his screen.

“As I said before,” she began through a terse smile, “it’s not just what she’s wearing. It’s everything else. Look.”

She stopped on the first image in the series: a photo of a conservatively dressed co-ed standing on a debate stage, her brown hair fashioned into a businesslike bun, her dark eyes shining with conviction as she delivered her opening remarks.

“This was Jessica Geffen one month ago,” Alex explained. “She wasn’t just smart—she was brilliant. She could argue political theory better than any other undergrad and wanted to run for Congress someday. Now…”

The frustrated TA skipped to the last photo of the set, revealing a version of Jessica who was barely recognizable. Her hair cascaded down to her shoulders, blonde tresses interspersed with flashes of bright pink and blue. Mascara-laced lashes and shiny rosé eyeshadow framed a gaze both vapid and flirtatious, her glossy lips sucking suggestively on a thick boba straw. Gone were the sensible slacks and blazer she’d worn to her debate performance; in their place were tiny white shorts and a baby blue tank-top, the hard points of her nipples standing out against the tight fabric.

The Director’s face reddened. “S-so she decided to have a makeover. That’s normal for girls her age, isn’t it?”

Alex’s nostrils flared. “It’s not. About. Her clothes. It’s about who she’s turning into. I used to look forward to grading her papers—now I’m lucky if she even remembers to hand them in. A month ago, I could ask her to speak for hours on any political writer from the last century. Now, the only topic she wants to talk about is…”

“The parties at Psi Rho,” Pembrook finished. “Yes, you mentioned they might be connected to her…recent decisions. Though I still fail to see why that’s an administrative concern. If Ms. Geffen has decided she prefers boys over books, then that is her prerogative.”

It took every ounce of restraint Alex had to keep her voice level. “With all due respect, sir, we both know that’s not what this is. Good students go a little party crazy sometimes, but they don’t just change personalities on a dime. And Jessica’s not the only one. There’ve been other cases too: future valedictorians, full-ride athletes, and even militant feminists all turning into airheaded bimbos overnight. And without fail, every single one of them has become a Psi Rho regular.”

Pembrook rubbed his eyes. “So your conclusion is that the boys of Psi Rho are somehow…changing these women?”

“Yes. Or at least, influencing them in some way.”

“‘In some way,’” he repeated, his smile dripping skepticism. “Some way like what?”

Alex hesitated. She’d expected the question to come up, but had counted on a more sympathetic, open-minded asker. “There are…several possibilities,” she began. “Drugs are the most obvious explanation. Though we can’t discount blackmail as a potential factor as well. Or maybe…”

“Or maybe your students are simply discovering there’s more to college than academics.” Pembrook sighed, waving off any further objections. “I’ve heard your concerns. But unless you can produce actual evidence of wrongdoing, there’s nothing to be done here.”

Alex opened her mouth, then closed it. Aggravating though it was, she knew when to make a tactical retreat. “Very well,” she uttered. “Thank you for your time. I hope you won’t come to regret this decision.”

“I’m sure I won’t,” Pembrook countered, already turning to other matters. “Thank you, Alex.”

“It’s ‘Ms. Menzinger,’ if you please,” she corrected, striding angrily towards the door. The pompous prick. He was underestimating her, just like every other man at this godforsaken university. Well, so be it. Once she uncovered Psi Rho’s nasty secrets, she would be sure to expose his chauvinism and incompetence as well.

But to do so, she wouldn’t be able to rely on outside help. Which meant only one thing.

Alex Menzinger was going undercover.

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Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.

Alex stood in front of her bedroom mirror, hips shifting nervously as she considered her disguise. The tiny pink crop-top glittered in the lamplight, bedazzled letters spelling out “SoCal Cutie” over the sizable swell of her breasts. Not exactly her idea of fashion, but at least it would pull attention from her face. And if it failed, her tight, hip-hugging jeans and curvaceous rear were equally capable of drawing the eye.

But that was the issue. In the mall fitting rooms, her only consideration had been looking as young and easy as possible. She hadn’t actually imagined what it would be like to wear these clothes in public, to walk through campus with her pale belly exposed and prominent curves displayed, wrapped in the tackiest, sluttiest outfit she’d ever worn. Already, she could feel hot shame flooding her face, coloring cheeks already dusted with a healthy coating of blush.

Her hair and makeup were also a bit much for her taste. Still, out of an abundance of caution, she’d chosen to mimic the bimbo mask as best she could, rendering her skin perfectly smooth, her eyes comically enlarged, and even adding a few fake freckles for good measure. Given her hair’s natural amber tones, she’d chosen to go full red head as an added layer of protection, only to mess up the dying process and give her layered bob a gaudy, candy apple sheen.

There was no getting around it: she looked like a tart. A trollop. A total ditz who believed good looks were all that mattered; whose eyes glazed over if she read anything without emojis; who thought “oral exam” meant sucking a passing grade from her professor’s cock.

Alex shuddered and threw on a sweater before she left.

The walk to the party was mercifully uneventful, free of any encounters with faculty or fellow postgrads. She did catch a few hungry stares and one wolfish whistle, but those reactions just meant her disguise was working. A promising sign, given the risks of her mission.

Those high stakes felt even higher as she left central campus behind, its lights and crowds replaced by dark lawns and empty bus stops. Eventually, muted sounds of revelry breached the unsettling silence, leading down a wooded path to a massive stone manor, its windows blazing ochre in the night.

Alex had heard that Psi Rho was different than most fraternities. But the distinction hadn’t truly struck her until now. Set apart from the rest of the school, the sprawling property felt less like a frat house and more like a secluded estate. It was the kind of spot most Greek orgs would kill for, opulent and expansive and tucked far away from any possible noise complaints. The perfect place for raucous parties.

Or illicit schemes.

A frat brother playing doorman soon came into view, his bored, youthful face scanning the line of students filing into the front entrance. Alex slowed her approach, slipping behind a dark pine for cover, pretending to futz with her phone as she watched to see who was admitted, who was turned away, and which camp she would likely fall in.

Fortunately, the requirements for entry didn’t seem strict. At least not for girls. All they warranted was a cursory glance before being waved through, the gatekeeper’s aesthetic assessment apparently the sole determinant for entry. Alex rolled her eyes at the simplistic, chauvinistic standard, though in truth she was a little relieved. A hot-or-not check was trivial for her to pass; things would’ve gotten complicated if they asked for her sorority, student card, or any other identification.

Steeling herself, the incognito instructor stepped out of the shadows, ready to clear her first hurdle of the night.

Until she spotted Jessica in the crowd.

Quickly, Alex swerved back into cover, heart rate spiking as she waited for any indication that she’d been spotted. Luckily, it seemed she was safe. Jessica was apparently too busy giggling and gossiping to notice her poly-sci TA skulking in the shadows. Alex exhaled, relieved, though the feeling evaporated when she saw who else was in line. The two girls accompanying Jessica were Olivia and Kim, fellow debate team aces with equally remarkable grades and intellects. However, unlike their newly ditzy companion, the studious pair’s plain attire and nervous smiles led Alex to believe that this was their first time at Psi Rho, and that they had not yet suffered the frat’s intellect-draining influence. Was Jessica luring them here for that exact purpose? To drain her friends’ brains and draft them into the bimbo brigade?

The thought sent an icy chill down Alex’s spine, her earlier apprehension forgotten as she hurriedly got in line. She couldn’t wait a moment longer—if Jessica was indeed here on the frat’s orders, then it was only a matter of time before her compatriots became another pair of party-sluts. Alex couldn’t let that happen. She would save those promising young women, even if she had to go through hell to do it.

As she neared the front of the line, the flustered TA was surprised to see a lone, lanky male held up at the entrance. He too seemed out of place among the fraternity crowd, his simple white button-up hanging loose on his skinny frame, his bright eyes darting nervously as the doorman inspected his ID.

“‘Klaus,’ huh?” The frat bro scoffed. “Like Santa Klaus? What, your mom fuck St. Nick or something?”

“Ehm, no,” the perturbed nerd answered. “It is actually a common name where I—”

“Whatever. Chris says you’re on the list, so we’re good here. He tell you the rules?”

Klaus swallowed. “Ya. He said I should give you this.” After a moment’s fumbling, the boy withdrew a wad of bills from his pocket, verifying the amount before passing them into the doorman’s hands. He grinned, turning and placing the funds in a nearby cash box, from which he then withdrew what looked like a fancy pair of earplugs.

“Here you go,” the frat brother said, passing them along. “Enjoy the party.”

Klaus looked like he might faint from excitement. Still, his trembling hands managed to set the plastic nubs in place, a giddy smile cracking his features as he practically skipped through the open doors.

Alex’s eyebrows arched, surprised. She hadn’t expected Psi Rho to be the kind of house to offer hearing protection. Then again, it was possible that the earplugs were just a de facto entrance fee, allowing the frat to skirt rules about selling tickets to unsanctioned events. Regardless, Alex was grateful she’d brought some cash just in case. Even outside, she could feel the house’s sound system thrumming in her chest.

The doorman winked as she stepped into the porchlight. “Hey ‘SoCal Cutie.’ You here alone?”

“Y-yep.” Alex forced a smile. “Could I, um, could I grab a pair of earplugs too?”

“Ah…” The lax youth sucked a breath through his teeth. “Sorry. Just sold my last set.”

Alex’s eyes darted to the cashbox. “Really? Can you check?”

“Don’t gotta. I already know. But don’t worry—you won’t need ‘em. Trust me.”

Alex frowned, but decided it wasn’t worth pressing the issue. If she hoped to remain undetected, she needed to keep as low a profile as possible. Especially with Jessica in the mix.

Fortunately, it seemed staying hidden wouldn’t be a problem. The moment Alex stepped into the manor, she was swept away into the swirling chaos of a party in full swing. Throngs of students milled about the sofas and beer pong tables, chatting, drinking, and dancing wherever the space allowed. The packed crowds made for perfect concealment, allowing the undercover instructor to recon her surroundings undetected. Better yet, despite the heavy bass thumping from all sides, it was surprisingly easy to eavesdrop on passing conversations. Weirdly though, Alex could still sense a steady beat buzzing at the back of her skull, no matter where she stood. A bizarre quirk of the acoustics, perhaps.

Not that she minded. In fact, the longer Alex spent mingling, the more her nerves began to calm. If she didn’t have such a pressing mission, she would almost be tempted to relax and enjoy the party for a while. A strange impulse, given that she’d always been something of a wallflower, even back in her undergrad days. But now, for whatever reason, when a crowd erupted into cheers around a successful keg-stand, Alex couldn’t help but smile. It’d been a long time since she’d been around such exuberant energy. Everyone was so happy and free. So young and uninhibited.  

It made her feel…what was the word?

Hm….

Why couldn’t she think of it? Nos-something?

Nostalgic! Yes, that’s what it was.

…Wasn’t it?

A flash of blue and pink in the crowd. Alex’s focus quickly swiveled, locking onto Jessica as she led her friends through the party. Alex shadowed them from a distance, no longer caring about the youthful atmosphere or the fact that the persistent, pulsing beat seemed to be growing stronger. If Jessica really had come here to convert her companions, then tracking her would be the best way to discover Psi Rho’s secrets. Once Alex knew how they were changing her students, she would record the evidence and make her escape.

That was the plan, at least. But no sooner had Alex checked her phone’s charge than she was faced with yet another roadblock. This one took the form of two smirking, muscular frat bros standing guard in front of an open hall, the words “1^(st) Base” emblazoned on their Psi Rho-branded tank-tops. From a distance, Alex watched as Jessica’s group approached the masculine blockade. Unlike on the porch, however, the girls were not granted instant passage. Instead, after a murmured conversation Alex couldn’t make out, Jessica leaned in and kissed the rightmost boy. His bulging biceps wrapped around her, her legs straddling his as their lips and tongues interlocked.

Alex almost let out an audible gasp. Her gaze snapped to Olivia and Kim, hoping to find them equally incensed. Instead, the pair just seemed flushed and slightly drunk, Olivia adjusting her glasses and giving Kim a jittery smile before sauntering into the waiting arms of the leftmost guard. Their first kiss was hesitant, but it wasn’t long before Olivia’s slender body melted against her partner’s, his hands possessively raking her hair as her pert bust pressed against his broad chest. Kim watched with barely concealed arousal, chewing on her lower lip and brushing aside a strand of black hair before closing in to join the fun. The double-teamed frat bro looked like he was on cloud nine, his lips greedily seeking Kim’s the moment she leaned in, leading to a sloppy, three-way make out of open mouths and eager tongues.

Eventually, Olivia and Kim were left tangled together in a passionate embrace, the former tracing a line of kisses down the latter’s neck. Jessica observed with evident pride, flanked by both boys who were also clearly enjoying the show. She said something that made them all laugh, and that was the end of it. Olivia and Kim finally parted in a fit of giggles, and the 1^(st) Base guards stepped aside, permitting the three girls to wander deeper into the manor.

Leaving Alex alone and aghast.

She staggered back into the thick of the party, reeling from what she’d just seen. It wasn’t unusual, she supposed, for a bunch of oversexed meatheads to come up with such a gross, degrading game. But it was shocking how easily Olivia and Kim had acquiesced. Especially since Alex hadn’t detected anything sinister about the party so far.

Had Jessica already dosed or threatened her friends before coming here? Had it happened while Alex was outside? Or were the girls simply tipsy enough to play along, unaware of the trap waiting in store for them?

One thing was for certain: Alex wouldn’t find out if she didn’t follow them. And after making a quick circuit around the front of the house, she confirmed that the 1^(st) Base toll was the only way forward. If she had any intention of saving the day, she was gonna have to kiss some frat boys.

God, she needed a drink.

Alex reached the party punch station in a daze, filling her cup before her sense of danger kicked in. She froze, plastic rim half-way to her lips, belatedly realizing that the drink might already be laced with bimbo drugs. For a moment, she considered dumping the neon red liquid right away, only to settle for a cautious sniff and taste instead.

Hm. Not bad. As far as she could tell, it was just spiked fruit juice. There was the possibility that some odorless, tasteless chemical had been added, but that seemed unlikely. Anyway, she could see several men helping themselves to the sugary libation, so odds were it was not the main culprit. Otherwise, it wouldn’t just be the women who seemed to be growing increasingly…loose.

Satisfied that the punch was not a threat, Alex allowed herself the much-needed liquid courage. She took it one sip at a time, enjoying the growing warmth in her belly, the thrumming of the music seeming to reach deeper into her the longer she listened. Without meaning to, she soon found herself swaying to the beat, her eyes gliding back to the 1^(st) Base Boys, considering them in a new light.

They weren’t unattractive, she had to concede. A little immature for her taste, but it wasn’t like they were asking for a serious relationship. All they wanted was a little fun. That wasn’t so bad, right? Viewed that way, it was easy to appreciate their toned, manly physiques, the rakish gleam in their eyes and cocky curve of their smiles. Olivia and Kim had definitely enjoyed kissing them, and the more Alex thought about it, the more she could picture herself doing the same. Maybe clearing this hurdle wouldn’t be so hard.

Well, at least not for her.

An involuntary giggle bubbled from within Alex, followed by a hot flutter of embarrassment. Ooh…maybe this drink was a little stronger than she’d anticipated. Or was it? She didn’t feel drunk, per se—her motor skills were intact, and there was none of the drowsiness usually associated with alcohol. Still, her head did feel a little…floaty. Like the space between her thoughts was growing airier, filling up with, like…uh…air…or something.

After draining the last of her drink, Alex ambled towards the waiting frat bros, greeting them with a friendly grin.

“Hey sexy,” the taller one called. “What’s your name?”

“Lexi,” Alex lied, surprised at how quickly the name had slipped from her tongue. It was a moniker she’d always hated growing up, a diminutive nickname that made it sound like she read more fashion magazines than academic journals. But for whatever reason, she was having trouble remembering the fake identity she’d rehearsed in her apartment, and it was too late to correct her mistake now. Besides, there was something…kinda fitting about the simple pseudonym. If she was gonna play a sillier, sexier version of herself, maybe “Lexi” wasn’t the worst choice in the world.

“Sexy Lexi,” the frat bro laughed, causing Alex to immediately regret her decision. “Nice to meet you. I’m Tom, and he’s Nate. This your first time here?”

“Uh-huh,” Alex answered, doing her best impression of doe-eyed curiosity. “It’s crazy how big this place is. What’s down there?” she asked, pointing beyond the boys into the darkened hall. “You guys guarding the frat vault or something?”

Tom chuckled. “That’s where the real party is. But you gotta get through us to get there.”

Alex mirrored his smirk. “Let me guess—getting through you means letting you get to first base with me, right?”

“Got it in one.” Tom nodded. “Sexy Lexi’s got beauty and brains.”

“For now,” Nate snickered beneath his breath.

“Hm?” Alex’s gaze snapped to his. “What do you mean by that?”

He blinked. “Huh? Er, nothing. Just, uh, a stupid joke.”

“Ignore Nate,” Tom quickly covered. “He’s been hitting the punch bowl a little hard. So. We doin’ this? Or are you gonna chicken out?”

Damn. Alex had hoped to pump them for a little more info. “Oh, we’re definitely doing this,” she answered, pulse quickening as she looked between the two boys. “Just…trying to decide who to choose.”

They exchanged a mischievous look. “Who said anything about choosing?” Tom asked. “You gotta get past both of us if you wanna move on, remember?”

Alex blanched, forcing an uneasy laugh. “S-seriously? I thought…I just saw some other girls go through here, and they didn’t have to…”

“That’s ‘cause there was three of ‘em,” Nate interrupted. “But there’s only one of you. Unless you got a friend who can help you out?”

Alex swallowed, embarrassment and irritation prickling her skin. Ordinarily, she would tell boys like this to take a hike, but that wasn’t an option here. If she wanted to complete her mission, she couldn’t behave like Alex Menzinger, serious-minded student instructor. She had to be Lexi, air-headed party girl. And in this case…if faced with this scenario…Lexi would…

Lexi would…

Tom took a tentative step closer, as if testing the waters before diving in for the kill. Alex fought the urge to draw back, instead allowing her inner-Lexi to take control. Her hips cocked suggestively as her gaze crawled up the towering man, meeting his eyes with a demure, desirous look. He flashed an excited grin, grasping her chin between his fingers, tilting her face up before lowering his.

The kiss jolted through Alex like a live current, her self-control short-circuited in a burst of electric tingles. Her lips parted with hot breath, her tongue instinctually entwining with his, savoring its taste as he entered her mouth. In the back of her mind, some small part of her knew this was strange, recognized that her body had never responded to a kiss like this before. But it was so hard to hear those concerns over the pounding bass in her head, its rhythm like a hypnotic metronome guiding her deeper into the dizzying, delightful moment.

When she and Tom finally parted, Alex’s knees nearly gave out. Her head felt blissful and buoyant, her brain floating on a boiling sea of happy, horny chemicals. She had no time to prepare before the second brother closed in and took her next. Their mouths met in a burst of aggressive, overwhelming contact, a tiny moan escaping as Nate pressed her body to his. Apparently, watching his friend had lit a fire in the young man’s blood, his lips ravenous as they seized upon hers, his hand gripping and tugging her hair, sending excited shivers across her scalp. Her eyelids fluttered. Her fingers pawed weakly at the hard surface of his chest. She was helpless under his power, unable to stop him from taking as much as he wanted. And truthfully, she no longer wished to.

Then suddenly, he broke away, holding her face at arm’s length. Her tongue wagged pitifully in the air. An unbidden whimper leaked from her throat.

“That as good for you as it was for me?” he asked, laughing before releasing her.

“Uh…uh-huh.” The utterance dribbled from the trembling TA, a reflexive response as her mind struggled to reorient. She staggered, unsure of how to react, how to feel. On one hand, she knew she’d crossed a dangerous line, that her career would be over if anyone knew she’d not only made out with two undergrads, but allowed them to treat her so disrespectfully as well. And yet, while Alex might’ve found such conduct reprehensible, Lexi…

Lexi hadn’t minded so much.

“You’re definitely ready to take things up a notch,” Tom observed. “But…damn, you look like you’re burning up. Here, let me grab that sweater for you.”

Alex complied, relieved to be free of the baggy, suffocating garment. She felt like she was growing feverish, a powerful heat radiating from the temples of her skull to the quivering ache between her legs. It was so overwhelming, she forgot to feel self-conscious about exposing her slutty crop-top to a pair of leering frat bros. At least, until they reacted.

“Goddamn,” Nate exclaimed. “Sexy Lexi’s stacked.”

“Best tits of the night,” Tom agreed. “Mind if we give ’em a goodbye kiss?”

The thought of his mouth on her breasts sent a warm zing through Lexi. But Alex forced that identity and impulse down, propelling herself past the drooling duo and down the hall.

“Aw, leaving so soon?” one of the boys called. “Promise to find us after the party?”

The fleeing TA didn’t respond. The further she got from the encounter, the more unsettled by it she became. She tried to tell herself that she’d just been playing along, that the tension in her nipples and stickiness between her legs were just involuntary biological reactions. And yet, if that was true…why couldn’t she seem to calm herself down? Why was she absently licking her lips, as if searching for any lingering taste of her toxic tryst? Why did some part of her wish it’d gone on for a little bit longer? And maybe…a little further too?

It was probably just the rush of novelty. She’d never been one to cut loose, so of course dabbling on the dark side would feel new and exciting. But she hadn’t come here to have fun and meet cute boys; she had a conspiracy to expose and students to save.

Now if only she could find them.

The lights dimmed the further Alex proceeded down the corridor, music crescendoing as she stepped into a densely populated dance floor. This was the “real party” the boys had described, a space no smaller than the last, yet somehow far more intimate. The air practically hummed with sexual energy as she pressed through the roiling mass of bodies, trying her best to scan for any signs of Jessica and her friends. But the longer Alex drifted through the sea of silhouettes, the more lost and confused she felt, time and space blurring within her ever-shifting surroundings.

Eventually, she managed to stumble upon the edge of the room, collapsing onto one of the couches that made up a small, sparsely populated sitting area. Despite no longer being in the thick of things, her senses still struggled to comprehend what was happening, her skull buzzing and chest throbbing with that endless, droning beat.

Going on like this was untenable. Perhaps she should recalibrate. Adjust her perspective. Find a new strategy. These parties were meant to free guests from their ordinary contexts, to provide a space for their shadow selves to emerge. Maybe that was what Alex needed to do too. If she wanted to find a bunch of party girls, maybe she needed to start thinking like one.

Did that make any sense?

Too late to question it now. Her alter ego was already reawakening. In the span of one long, deep breath, Alex could feel herself sinking into Lexi’s simplified headspace, brow smoothing and lashes fluttering as she allowed appetite to take primacy over education. Like looking at a magic eye picture, the chaos around her suddenly resolved into a mesmerizing mosaic, the constant cranial vibrations no longer unpleasant as she let them subdue and smother her intellect.

A slow smile crept onto her lips. It felt good, not thinking so hard anymore. The more cares and concerns she let go, the lighter and fluffier her head felt, until there was almost nothing left but pink clouds and sparkly half-thoughts. A shard of her old identity wondered if this was really such a good idea, but such pitiful protest was easily ignored. Lexi didn’t want to wander and worry all night—she wanted to have fun. She wanted to drink and dance and find more yummy boys. What was wrong with that? Was it a crime to be a simple, silly, sexy girl? Anybody who had a problem with that was just a big ol’ misago…misogi…misogys…

Like, a stupid, mean jerk.

Humming to the music, the burgeoning party girl swayed to her feet and left the safety of the seating area, wandering back into the crush of hot, young dancers. Her past clubbing ventures could be counted on one hand, and yet she had no difficulty falling into the rhythm of the room, body rolling and dipping to the infectious, irresistible beat. Silhouettes pressed from all sides, their sensual heat soaking her skin, dissolving any pretense to decorum or self-possession. When a lean, masculine form loomed behind her, the hard tent of his jeans warming the supple curve of her ass, Lexi experienced neither shock nor disgust. Instead, all she felt was the naughty desire to play along, to bend and grind against her mystery partner, grinning as she sensed him stiffen with desire. She straightened slowly, leaning back against the solid mass of his torso, thrilling as she felt his hands hungrily grab her hips.

He wanted her. Bad. Just as she wanted him to. Glowing with triumph and desire, she reached up to trace a finger down his stubbled jaw, guiding his face towards hers and inviting him, no, begging him to…

“Wooo! Let’s go, Kimmy!”

That voice. That name. Recognition jolted through the fog in Alex’s brain. Suddenly, she remembered who she was. Where she was. What she’d come here to do. Why she shouldn’t be rubbing her dampened crotch against a student’s hot, hard…

“S-sorry,” the panicking postgrad blurted, disconnecting from her partner with a clumsy stagger. Fortunately, he didn’t make any move to pursue her, her place soon taken by another young co-ed, enabling Alex to escape in a disoriented frenzy.

She needed to get out of there. She wanted to go back. She needed to find Jessica. She wanted to find that handsome boy again. How could she have let some flat-chested floozy take her spot? Especially when Lexi was, like, so much hotter and—

Alex bit her tongue, pain silencing her inner slut long enough for her to break free of the crowd. Above the ever-droning bass, she could soon make out faint echoes of girlish giggling, guiding her out into an adjacent hall.

Stepping into the dim light, the panting professor finally spotted her quarry. Jessica’s pink and blue streaks shone at the end of the corridor, her scantily clad body posed near a set of stairs that descended out of sight. Despite the thick haze lingering in her head, Alex at least had the presence of mind to duck out of view, flattening against a darkened doorway before peeking out for a second look. Fortunately, it seemed her presence had gone unnoticed, thanks largely to Jessica being fixated on…

On…

Oh…wow.

Alex’s jaw fell slack. She’d assumed Kim and Olivia had already vanished down the stairs, but now she realized the girls had been here all along, obscured by the two frat bros they were currently wrapped around. Text on the boys’ shirts revealed them to be the 2^(nd) Base guards, a responsibility they seemed to take great enjoyment in, given the state of their captives’ squirming, barely clothed bodies.

Kim’s curves were the first to catch Alex’s eye. The seduced student’s plump, round breasts jiggled proudly between the curtains of her unbuttoned blouse, fully exposed to her partner’s rough, ravenous hands. The bearded frat boy whispered something into her ear and teased the tips of her nipples, eliciting a mewling whine before he lowered his mouth to one of the hardened, cherry-red nubs. Kim gasped, eyes rolling in helpless delight as her partner helped himself to the taste of her flesh.

Olivia was in a similar state of lustful abandon. She’d forgone wearing a top completely, leaving her small, perky tits trembling in the open air, her lips panting with animal need as she yielded to her captor’s grasp. His broad, stocky build supported her from behind, the girth of his arms seemingly all that was keeping her upright, one hand gripping her throat while the other plunged down the front of her jeans, knuckles flexing as she mindlessly humped against his touch.

Though not a participant herself, Jessica watched the hedonistic display with lustful eyes, her own fingers slipping into her shorts and squeezing her breasts over her shirt. When the two other girls came, it seemed to push her over the edge as well, her eyelids fluttering as she rode an invisible wave of release. Eventually, the trio seemed to collect themselves enough to continue their journey, blowing the boys kisses before descending the stairs out of sight.

It took Alex almost full minute to process what she’d just witnessed. Ever since the 1^(st) Base check, she’d suspected that there might be further “tolls” down the road, but never would she have anticipated just how extreme they could get. Those boys hadn’t just copped a quick feel; they’d treated those girls like pair of living sex dolls, groping and toying with them as they pleased. And neither Kim nor Olivia had put up an ounce of resistance. By all appearances, they’d freely submitted to their own debasement, moaning for more as their nipples were twisted, throats constricted, and brains melted into orgasmic goo.

And their TA had just let it happen.

“Nngh…” Alex winced and touched her temples. The droning in her head suddenly seemed to sharpen, grinding against the thoughts she was desperately fighting to maintain.

Something wasn’t right. With those girls. With her. It was like…like they were already…changing somehow. Before tonight, neither Olivia nor Kim would’ve submitted to such shameful abuse. Before tonight, Alex would’ve felt angry enough to intervene, regardless of the risk. But she hadn’t. No, the fire rising inside her didn’t come from rage. It was something else. Something dangerous. Something she was no longer sure she could control.

What was happening? Had Psi Rho already gotten to her? But how? Alex searched her memories for answers, but the more she tried to put the pieces together, the more she struggled to hold them in place. Intrusive memories and sensations kept breaking through, flashes of Tom’s tongue in her mouth, a mystery boy’s hands on her hips, a dark, forbidden hunger fluttering low in her belly…

“Hey cutie,” the bearded frat bro called. “You lost?”

“Huh?” Alex blinked. When had she wandered from cover? Why was she standing in front of the two frat bros like a deer caught in the headlights? And why were their wolfish grins making her heart skip?

“You looking to get into the VIP area?” the bulkier, buzz-cut guard asked, nodding towards the stairs.

The baffled postgrad followed his gaze. Right. The stairs. That was where Jessica and the others had gone. And Alex was supposed to follow, right? That made sense. She couldn’t save them by just standing out here. She had to…had to keep going. Further. Deeper.

“Oh man.” Beard shook his head. “She’s totally zonked. Think we might have to tell Chris that—”

“M-my friends!” Alex managed to sputter, pointing unsteadily past the guards. “They, um, they went down there while I was in the bathroom. So, I was, um, like, wondering if you could…let me go too?”

The two men exchanged a look. “Well, sure,” Beard said, swaggering closer. “If you pass our inspection.”

Alex hesitated, eyeing the text on the boys’ tops. “And that means…what? Letting you touch my…my boobs?”

“Not just that.” Buzz-cut’s eyes gleamed. “We get full access. Wherever we want, however we want, for as long as we want.”

Alex swallowed. “B-but my friends, they, um...” She tried to come up with an excuse, but her tired brain was on the verge of giving up, its higher functions shutting down as Lexi-mode threatened to activate. “I mean…c’mon guys…can’t you just, like…”

A strong finger rested on her lips. The gesture was gentle, and yet its condescending weight crushed her voice in an instant.

“Don’t try and talk your way out of it,” Beard chided. “If you want VIP access, you gotta follow the VIP rules. That means being good girl and doing as you’re told. Understand?”

Alex nodded vaguely, the last trickles of resistance leaking between her legs. She couldn’t fight it anymore. This temptation. This heat. This awful itch thrumming inside her. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t fight. Couldn’t stop those powerful, patronizing words from echoing in her mind.

Good girl…

Do you as you’re told…

“So how ’bout it?” Buzz-cut moved in behind her, so close she could feel his breath on the nape of her neck. “Ready for inspection?”

Story too long to post; read the rest of Alex's adventure here.

A college TA goes undercover at a frat party, hoping to discover what's been turning her smartest students into stupid sluts.

All characters depicted are 18+ years of age. My kinks are not my politics. Thanks for reading, and enjoy!

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The meeting was not going as Alex had planned.

Seconds ticked by as she sat in excruciating silence, watching August Pembrook’s bony fingers flick across his phone. His office was larger than any Alex had been in before, yet the richly furnished space felt increasingly claustrophobic, the walls seeming to close in with every twitch of his white eyebrows or hum from his pursed lips.

It was infuriating. She’d sent him these photos days ago, and he was only getting around to them now? As if he hadn’t wasted enough of her time already. Just scheduling this sit-down had been an interminable process, Pembrook’s calendar more packed than that of any other faculty member on campus. How a Director of Sorority and Fraternity Life could be so busy was anyone’s guess. Was panning for donations over dirty martinis and dirtier jokes really that demanding? Still, Alex had persisted, driven by the belief that he of all people would share her concerns. Or, at the very least, that he would feel obliged to investigate.

However, when Pembrook’s gaze finally rose to meet hers, Alex saw none of the worry she’d hoped to inspire. Instead, the look he gave her was one she knew all too well, a dubious squint that said: “I agreed to meet an attractive, young teaching assistant with a great rack; I never said I would take her seriously.”

Pembrook cleared his throat. “This is certainly…interesting,” he said slowly. “But I’m not sure why you brought it to me. If you feel students are dressing inappropriately, surely the disciplinary committee would be a better tree to bark up. Pardon the expression.”

Alex didn’t. In fact, she was on the verge of chucking her own phone at his wrinkled forehead. Instead, she took a deep breath and rose to her feet, mildly regretting her choice of heels as she walked to his side and swiped a finger across his screen.

“As I said before,” she began through a terse smile, “it’s not just what she’s wearing. It’s everything else. Look.”

She stopped on the first image in the series: a photo of a conservatively dressed co-ed standing on a debate stage, her brown hair fashioned into a businesslike bun, her dark eyes shining with conviction as she delivered her opening remarks.

“This was Jessica Geffen one month ago,” Alex explained. “She wasn’t just smart—she was brilliant. She could argue political theory better than any other undergrad and wanted to run for Congress someday. Now…”

The frustrated TA skipped to the last photo of the set, revealing a version of Jessica who was barely recognizable. Her hair cascaded down to her shoulders, blonde tresses interspersed with flashes of bright pink and blue. Mascara-laced lashes and shiny rosé eyeshadow framed a gaze both vapid and flirtatious, her glossy lips sucking suggestively on a thick boba straw. Gone were the sensible slacks and blazer she’d worn to her debate performance; in their place were tiny white shorts and a baby blue tank-top, the hard points of her nipples standing out against the tight fabric.

The Director’s face reddened. “S-so she decided to have a makeover. That’s normal for girls her age, isn’t it?”

Alex’s nostrils flared. “It’s not. About. Her clothes. It’s about who she’s turning into. I used to look forward to grading her papers—now I’m lucky if she even remembers to hand them in. A month ago, I could ask her to speak for hours on any political writer from the last century. Now, the only topic she wants to talk about is…”

“The parties at Psi Rho,” Pembrook finished. “Yes, you mentioned they might be connected to her…recent decisions. Though I still fail to see why that’s an administrative concern. If Ms. Geffen has decided she prefers boys over books, then that is her prerogative.”

It took every ounce of restraint Alex had to keep her voice level. “With all due respect, sir, we both know that’s not what this is. Good students go a little party crazy sometimes, but they don’t just change personalities on a dime. And Jessica’s not the only one. There’ve been other cases too: future valedictorians, full-ride athletes, and even militant feminists all turning into airheaded bimbos overnight. And without fail, every single one of them has become a Psi Rho regular.”

Pembrook rubbed his eyes. “So your conclusion is that the boys of Psi Rho are somehow…changing these women?”

“Yes. Or at least, influencing them in some way.”

“‘In some way,’” he repeated, his smile dripping skepticism. “Some way like what?”

Alex hesitated. She’d expected the question to come up, but had counted on a more sympathetic, open-minded asker. “There are…several possibilities,” she began. “Drugs are the most obvious explanation. Though we can’t discount blackmail as a potential factor as well. Or maybe…”

“Or maybe your students are simply discovering there’s more to college than academics.” Pembrook sighed, waving off any further objections. “I’ve heard your concerns. But unless you can produce actual evidence of wrongdoing, there’s nothing to be done here.”

Alex opened her mouth, then closed it. Aggravating though it was, she knew when to make a tactical retreat. “Very well,” she uttered. “Thank you for your time. I hope you won’t come to regret this decision.”

“I’m sure I won’t,” Pembrook countered, already turning to other matters. “Thank you, Alex.”

“It’s ‘Ms. Menzinger,’ if you please,” she corrected, striding angrily towards the door. The pompous prick. He was underestimating her, just like every other man at this godforsaken university. Well, so be it. Once she uncovered Psi Rho’s nasty secrets, she would be sure to expose his chauvinism and incompetence as well.

But to do so, she wouldn’t be able to rely on outside help. Which meant only one thing.

Alex Menzinger was going undercover.

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Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.

Alex stood in front of her bedroom mirror, hips shifting nervously as she considered her disguise. The tiny pink crop-top glittered in the lamplight, bedazzled letters spelling out “SoCal Cutie” over the sizable swell of her breasts. Not exactly her idea of fashion, but at least it would pull attention from her face. And if it failed, her tight, hip-hugging jeans and curvaceous rear were equally capable of drawing the eye.

But that was the issue. In the mall fitting rooms, her only consideration had been looking as young and easy as possible. She hadn’t actually imagined what it would be like to wear these clothes in public, to walk through campus with her pale belly exposed and prominent curves displayed, wrapped in the tackiest, sluttiest outfit she’d ever worn. Already, she could feel hot shame flooding her face, coloring cheeks already dusted with a healthy coating of blush.

Her hair and makeup were also a bit much for her taste. Still, out of an abundance of caution, she’d chosen to mimic the bimbo mask as best she could, rendering her skin perfectly smooth, her eyes comically enlarged, and even adding a few fake freckles for good measure. Given her hair’s natural amber tones, she’d chosen to go full red head as an added layer of protection, only to mess up the dying process and give her layered bob a gaudy, candy apple sheen.

There was no getting around it: she looked like a tart. A trollop. A total ditz who believed good looks were all that mattered; whose eyes glazed over if she read anything without emojis; who thought “oral exam” meant sucking a passing grade from her professor’s cock.

Alex shuddered and threw on a sweater before she left.

The walk to the party was mercifully uneventful, free of any encounters with faculty or fellow postgrads. She did catch a few hungry stares and one wolfish whistle, but those reactions just meant her disguise was working. A promising sign, given the risks of her mission.

Those high stakes felt even higher as she left central campus behind, its lights and crowds replaced by dark lawns and empty bus stops. Eventually, muted sounds of revelry breached the unsettling silence, leading down a wooded path to a massive stone manor, its windows blazing ochre in the night.

Alex had heard that Psi Rho was different than most fraternities. But the distinction hadn’t truly struck her until now. Set apart from the rest of the school, the sprawling property felt less like a frat house and more like a secluded estate. It was the kind of spot most Greek orgs would kill for, opulent and expansive and tucked far away from any possible noise complaints. The perfect place for raucous parties.

Or illicit schemes.

A frat brother playing doorman soon came into view, his bored, youthful face scanning the line of students filing into the front entrance. Alex slowed her approach, slipping behind a dark pine for cover, pretending to futz with her phone as she watched to see who was admitted, who was turned away, and which camp she would likely fall in.

Fortunately, the requirements for entry didn’t seem strict. At least not for girls. All they warranted was a cursory glance before being waved through, the gatekeeper’s aesthetic assessment apparently the sole determinant for entry. Alex rolled her eyes at the simplistic, chauvinistic standard, though in truth she was a little relieved. A hot-or-not check was trivial for her to pass; things would’ve gotten complicated if they asked for her sorority, student card, or any other identification.

Steeling herself, the incognito instructor stepped out of the shadows, ready to clear her first hurdle of the night.

Until she spotted Jessica in the crowd.

Quickly, Alex swerved back into cover, heart rate spiking as she waited for any indication that she’d been spotted. Luckily, it seemed she was safe. Jessica was apparently too busy giggling and gossiping to notice her poly-sci TA skulking in the shadows. Alex exhaled, relieved, though the feeling evaporated when she saw who else was in line. The two girls accompanying Jessica were Olivia and Kim, fellow debate team aces with equally remarkable grades and intellects. However, unlike their newly ditzy companion, the studious pair’s plain attire and nervous smiles led Alex to believe that this was their first time at Psi Rho, and that they had not yet suffered the frat’s intellect-draining influence. Was Jessica luring them here for that exact purpose? To drain her friends’ brains and draft them into the bimbo brigade?

The thought sent an icy chill down Alex’s spine, her earlier apprehension forgotten as she hurriedly got in line. She couldn’t wait a moment longer—if Jessica was indeed here on the frat’s orders, then it was only a matter of time before her compatriots became another pair of party-sluts. Alex couldn’t let that happen. She would save those promising young women, even if she had to go through hell to do it.

As she neared the front of the line, the flustered TA was surprised to see a lone, lanky male held up at the entrance. He too seemed out of place among the fraternity crowd, his simple white button-up hanging loose on his skinny frame, his bright eyes darting nervously as the doorman inspected his ID.

“‘Klaus,’ huh?” The frat bro scoffed. “Like Santa Klaus? What, your mom fuck St. Nick or something?”

“Ehm, no,” the perturbed nerd answered. “It is actually a common name where I—”

“Whatever. Chris says you’re on the list, so we’re good here. He tell you the rules?”

Klaus swallowed. “Ya. He said I should give you this.” After a moment’s fumbling, the boy withdrew a wad of bills from his pocket, verifying the amount before passing them into the doorman’s hands. He grinned, turning and placing the funds in a nearby cash box, from which he then withdrew what looked like a fancy pair of earplugs.

“Here you go,” the frat brother said, passing them along. “Enjoy the party.”

Klaus looked like he might faint from excitement. Still, his trembling hands managed to set the plastic nubs in place, a giddy smile cracking his features as he practically skipped through the open doors.

Alex’s eyebrows arched, surprised. She hadn’t expected Psi Rho to be the kind of house to offer hearing protection. Then again, it was possible that the earplugs were just a de facto entrance fee, allowing the frat to skirt rules about selling tickets to unsanctioned events. Regardless, Alex was grateful she’d brought some cash just in case. Even outside, she could feel the house’s sound system thrumming in her chest.

The doorman winked as she stepped into the porchlight. “Hey ‘SoCal Cutie.’ You here alone?”

“Y-yep.” Alex forced a smile. “Could I, um, could I grab a pair of earplugs too?”

“Ah…” The lax youth sucked a breath through his teeth. “Sorry. Just sold my last set.”

Alex’s eyes darted to the cashbox. “Really? Can you check?”

“Don’t gotta. I already know. But don’t worry—you won’t need ‘em. Trust me.”

Alex frowned, but decided it wasn’t worth pressing the issue. If she hoped to remain undetected, she needed to keep as low a profile as possible. Especially with Jessica in the mix.

Fortunately, it seemed staying hidden wouldn’t be a problem. The moment Alex stepped into the manor, she was swept away into the swirling chaos of a party in full swing. Throngs of students milled about the sofas and beer pong tables, chatting, drinking, and dancing wherever the space allowed. The packed crowds made for perfect concealment, allowing the undercover instructor to recon her surroundings undetected. Better yet, despite the heavy bass thumping from all sides, it was surprisingly easy to eavesdrop on passing conversations. Weirdly though, Alex could still sense a steady beat buzzing at the back of her skull, no matter where she stood. A bizarre quirk of the acoustics, perhaps.

Not that she minded. In fact, the longer Alex spent mingling, the more her nerves began to calm. If she didn’t have such a pressing mission, she would almost be tempted to relax and enjoy the party for a while. A strange impulse, given that she’d always been something of a wallflower, even back in her undergrad days. But now, for whatever reason, when a crowd erupted into cheers around a successful keg-stand, Alex couldn’t help but smile. It’d been a long time since she’d been around such exuberant energy. Everyone was so happy and free. So young and uninhibited.  

It made her feel…what was the word?

Hm….

Why couldn’t she think of it? Nos-something?

Nostalgic! Yes, that’s what it was.

…Wasn’t it?

A flash of blue and pink in the crowd. Alex’s focus quickly swiveled, locking onto Jessica as she led her friends through the party. Alex shadowed them from a distance, no longer caring about the youthful atmosphere or the fact that the persistent, pulsing beat seemed to be growing stronger. If Jessica really had come here to convert her companions, then tracking her would be the best way to discover Psi Rho’s secrets. Once Alex knew how they were changing her students, she would record the evidence and make her escape.

That was the plan, at least. But no sooner had Alex checked her phone’s charge than she was faced with yet another roadblock. This one took the form of two smirking, muscular frat bros standing guard in front of an open hall, the words “1^(st) Base” emblazoned on their Psi Rho-branded tank-tops. From a distance, Alex watched as Jessica’s group approached the masculine blockade. Unlike on the porch, however, the girls were not granted instant passage. Instead, after a murmured conversation Alex couldn’t make out, Jessica leaned in and kissed the rightmost boy. His bulging biceps wrapped around her, her legs straddling his as their lips and tongues interlocked.

Alex almost let out an audible gasp. Her gaze snapped to Olivia and Kim, hoping to find them equally incensed. Instead, the pair just seemed flushed and slightly drunk, Olivia adjusting her glasses and giving Kim a jittery smile before sauntering into the waiting arms of the leftmost guard. Their first kiss was hesitant, but it wasn’t long before Olivia’s slender body melted against her partner’s, his hands possessively raking her hair as her pert bust pressed against his broad chest. Kim watched with barely concealed arousal, chewing on her lower lip and brushing aside a strand of black hair before closing in to join the fun. The double-teamed frat bro looked like he was on cloud nine, his lips greedily seeking Kim’s the moment she leaned in, leading to a sloppy, three-way make out of open mouths and eager tongues.

Eventually, Olivia and Kim were left tangled together in a passionate embrace, the former tracing a line of kisses down the latter’s neck. Jessica observed with evident pride, flanked by both boys who were also clearly enjoying the show. She said something that made them all laugh, and that was the end of it. Olivia and Kim finally parted in a fit of giggles, and the 1^(st) Base guards stepped aside, permitting the three girls to wander deeper into the manor.

Leaving Alex alone and aghast.

She staggered back into the thick of the party, reeling from what she’d just seen. It wasn’t unusual, she supposed, for a bunch of oversexed meatheads to come up with such a gross, degrading game. But it was shocking how easily Olivia and Kim had acquiesced. Especially since Alex hadn’t detected anything sinister about the party so far.

Had Jessica already dosed or threatened her friends before coming here? Had it happened while Alex was outside? Or were the girls simply tipsy enough to play along, unaware of the trap waiting in store for them?

One thing was for certain: Alex wouldn’t find out if she didn’t follow them. And after making a quick circuit around the front of the house, she confirmed that the 1^(st) Base toll was the only way forward. If she had any intention of saving the day, she was gonna have to kiss some frat boys.

God, she needed a drink.

Alex reached the party punch station in a daze, filling her cup before her sense of danger kicked in. She froze, plastic rim half-way to her lips, belatedly realizing that the drink might already be laced with bimbo drugs. For a moment, she considered dumping the neon red liquid right away, only to settle for a cautious sniff and taste instead.

Hm. Not bad. As far as she could tell, it was just spiked fruit juice. There was the possibility that some odorless, tasteless chemical had been added, but that seemed unlikely. Anyway, she could see several men helping themselves to the sugary libation, so odds were it was not the main culprit. Otherwise, it wouldn’t just be the women who seemed to be growing increasingly…loose.

Satisfied that the punch was not a threat, Alex allowed herself the much-needed liquid courage. She took it one sip at a time, enjoying the growing warmth in her belly, the thrumming of the music seeming to reach deeper into her the longer she listened. Without meaning to, she soon found herself swaying to the beat, her eyes gliding back to the 1^(st) Base Boys, considering them in a new light.

They weren’t unattractive, she had to concede. A little immature for her taste, but it wasn’t like they were asking for a serious relationship. All they wanted was a little fun. That wasn’t so bad, right? Viewed that way, it was easy to appreciate their toned, manly physiques, the rakish gleam in their eyes and cocky curve of their smiles. Olivia and Kim had definitely enjoyed kissing them, and the more Alex thought about it, the more she could picture herself doing the same. Maybe clearing this hurdle wouldn’t be so hard.

Well, at least not for her.

An involuntary giggle bubbled from within Alex, followed by a hot flutter of embarrassment. Ooh…maybe this drink was a little stronger than she’d anticipated. Or was it? She didn’t feel drunk, per se—her motor skills were intact, and there was none of the drowsiness usually associated with alcohol. Still, her head did feel a little…floaty. Like the space between her thoughts was growing airier, filling up with, like…uh…air…or something.

After draining the last of her drink, Alex ambled towards the waiting frat bros, greeting them with a friendly grin.

“Hey sexy,” the taller one called. “What’s your name?”

“Lexi,” Alex lied, surprised at how quickly the name had slipped from her tongue. It was a moniker she’d always hated growing up, a diminutive nickname that made it sound like she read more fashion magazines than academic journals. But for whatever reason, she was having trouble remembering the fake identity she’d rehearsed in her apartment, and it was too late to correct her mistake now. Besides, there was something…kinda fitting about the simple pseudonym. If she was gonna play a sillier, sexier version of herself, maybe “Lexi” wasn’t the worst choice in the world.

“Sexy Lexi,” the frat bro laughed, causing Alex to immediately regret her decision. “Nice to meet you. I’m Tom, and he’s Nate. This your first time here?”

“Uh-huh,” Alex answered, doing her best impression of doe-eyed curiosity. “It’s crazy how big this place is. What’s down there?” she asked, pointing beyond the boys into the darkened hall. “You guys guarding the frat vault or something?”

Tom chuckled. “That’s where the real party is. But you gotta get through us to get there.”

Alex mirrored his smirk. “Let me guess—getting through you means letting you get to first base with me, right?”

“Got it in one.” Tom nodded. “Sexy Lexi’s got beauty and brains.”

“For now,” Nate snickered beneath his breath.

“Hm?” Alex’s gaze snapped to his. “What do you mean by that?”

He blinked. “Huh? Er, nothing. Just, uh, a stupid joke.”

“Ignore Nate,” Tom quickly covered. “He’s been hitting the punch bowl a little hard. So. We doin’ this? Or are you gonna chicken out?”

Damn. Alex had hoped to pump them for a little more info. “Oh, we’re definitely doing this,” she answered, pulse quickening as she looked between the two boys. “Just…trying to decide who to choose.”

They exchanged a mischievous look. “Who said anything about choosing?” Tom asked. “You gotta get past both of us if you wanna move on, remember?”

Alex blanched, forcing an uneasy laugh. “S-seriously? I thought…I just saw some other girls go through here, and they didn’t have to…”

“That’s ‘cause there was three of ‘em,” Nate interrupted. “But there’s only one of you. Unless you got a friend who can help you out?”

Alex swallowed, embarrassment and irritation prickling her skin. Ordinarily, she would tell boys like this to take a hike, but that wasn’t an option here. If she wanted to complete her mission, she couldn’t behave like Alex Menzinger, serious-minded student instructor. She had to be Lexi, air-headed party girl. And in this case…if faced with this scenario…Lexi would…

Lexi would…

Tom took a tentative step closer, as if testing the waters before diving in for the kill. Alex fought the urge to draw back, instead allowing her inner-Lexi to take control. Her hips cocked suggestively as her gaze crawled up the towering man, meeting his eyes with a demure, desirous look. He flashed an excited grin, grasping her chin between his fingers, tilting her face up before lowering his.

The kiss jolted through Alex like a live current, her self-control short-circuited in a burst of electric tingles. Her lips parted with hot breath, her tongue instinctually entwining with his, savoring its taste as he entered her mouth. In the back of her mind, some small part of her knew this was strange, recognized that her body had never responded to a kiss like this before. But it was so hard to hear those concerns over the pounding bass in her head, its rhythm like a hypnotic metronome guiding her deeper into the dizzying, delightful moment.

When she and Tom finally parted, Alex’s knees nearly gave out. Her head felt blissful and buoyant, her brain floating on a boiling sea of happy, horny chemicals. She had no time to prepare before the second brother closed in and took her next. Their mouths met in a burst of aggressive, overwhelming contact, a tiny moan escaping as Nate pressed her body to his. Apparently, watching his friend had lit a fire in the young man’s blood, his lips ravenous as they seized upon hers, his hand gripping and tugging her hair, sending excited shivers across her scalp. Her eyelids fluttered. Her fingers pawed weakly at the hard surface of his chest. She was helpless under his power, unable to stop him from taking as much as he wanted. And truthfully, she no longer wished to.

Then suddenly, he broke away, holding her face at arm’s length. Her tongue wagged pitifully in the air. An unbidden whimper leaked from her throat.

“That as good for you as it was for me?” he asked, laughing before releasing her.

“Uh…uh-huh.” The utterance dribbled from the trembling TA, a reflexive response as her mind struggled to reorient. She staggered, unsure of how to react, how to feel. On one hand, she knew she’d crossed a dangerous line, that her career would be over if anyone knew she’d not only made out with two undergrads, but allowed them to treat her so disrespectfully as well. And yet, while Alex might’ve found such conduct reprehensible, Lexi…

Lexi hadn’t minded so much.

“You’re definitely ready to take things up a notch,” Tom observed. “But…damn, you look like you’re burning up. Here, let me grab that sweater for you.”

Alex complied, relieved to be free of the baggy, suffocating garment. She felt like she was growing feverish, a powerful heat radiating from the temples of her skull to the quivering ache between her legs. It was so overwhelming, she forgot to feel self-conscious about exposing her slutty crop-top to a pair of leering frat bros. At least, until they reacted.

“Goddamn,” Nate exclaimed. “Sexy Lexi’s stacked.”

“Best tits of the night,” Tom agreed. “Mind if we give ’em a goodbye kiss?”

The thought of his mouth on her breasts sent a warm zing through Lexi. But Alex forced that identity and impulse down, propelling herself past the drooling duo and down the hall.

“Aw, leaving so soon?” one of the boys called. “Promise to find us after the party?”

The fleeing TA didn’t respond. The further she got from the encounter, the more unsettled by it she became. She tried to tell herself that she’d just been playing along, that the tension in her nipples and stickiness between her legs were just involuntary biological reactions. And yet, if that was true…why couldn’t she seem to calm herself down? Why was she absently licking her lips, as if searching for any lingering taste of her toxic tryst? Why did some part of her wish it’d gone on for a little bit longer? And maybe…a little further too?

It was probably just the rush of novelty. She’d never been one to cut loose, so of course dabbling on the dark side would feel new and exciting. But she hadn’t come here to have fun and meet cute boys; she had a conspiracy to expose and students to save.

Now if only she could find them.

The lights dimmed the further Alex proceeded down the corridor, music crescendoing as she stepped into a densely populated dance floor. This was the “real party” the boys had described, a space no smaller than the last, yet somehow far more intimate. The air practically hummed with sexual energy as she pressed through the roiling mass of bodies, trying her best to scan for any signs of Jessica and her friends. But the longer Alex drifted through the sea of silhouettes, the more lost and confused she felt, time and space blurring within her ever-shifting surroundings.

Eventually, she managed to stumble upon the edge of the room, collapsing onto one of the couches that made up a small, sparsely populated sitting area. Despite no longer being in the thick of things, her senses still struggled to comprehend what was happening, her skull buzzing and chest throbbing with that endless, droning beat.

Going on like this was untenable. Perhaps she should recalibrate. Adjust her perspective. Find a new strategy. These parties were meant to free guests from their ordinary contexts, to provide a space for their shadow selves to emerge. Maybe that was what Alex needed to do too. If she wanted to find a bunch of party girls, maybe she needed to start thinking like one.

Did that make any sense?

Too late to question it now. Her alter ego was already reawakening. In the span of one long, deep breath, Alex could feel herself sinking into Lexi’s simplified headspace, brow smoothing and lashes fluttering as she allowed appetite to take primacy over education. Like looking at a magic eye picture, the chaos around her suddenly resolved into a mesmerizing mosaic, the constant cranial vibrations no longer unpleasant as she let them subdue and smother her intellect.

A slow smile crept onto her lips. It felt good, not thinking so hard anymore. The more cares and concerns she let go, the lighter and fluffier her head felt, until there was almost nothing left but pink clouds and sparkly half-thoughts. A shard of her old identity wondered if this was really such a good idea, but such pitiful protest was easily ignored. Lexi didn’t want to wander and worry all night—she wanted to have fun. She wanted to drink and dance and find more yummy boys. What was wrong with that? Was it a crime to be a simple, silly, sexy girl? Anybody who had a problem with that was just a big ol’ misago…misogi…misogys…

Like, a stupid, mean jerk.

Humming to the music, the burgeoning party girl swayed to her feet and left the safety of the seating area, wandering back into the crush of hot, young dancers. Her past clubbing ventures could be counted on one hand, and yet she had no difficulty falling into the rhythm of the room, body rolling and dipping to the infectious, irresistible beat. Silhouettes pressed from all sides, their sensual heat soaking her skin, dissolving any pretense to decorum or self-possession. When a lean, masculine form loomed behind her, the hard tent of his jeans warming the supple curve of her ass, Lexi experienced neither shock nor disgust. Instead, all she felt was the naughty desire to play along, to bend and grind against her mystery partner, grinning as she sensed him stiffen with desire. She straightened slowly, leaning back against the solid mass of his torso, thrilling as she felt his hands hungrily grab her hips.

He wanted her. Bad. Just as she wanted him to. Glowing with triumph and desire, she reached up to trace a finger down his stubbled jaw, guiding his face towards hers and inviting him, no, begging him to…

“Wooo! Let’s go, Kimmy!”

That voice. That name. Recognition jolted through the fog in Alex’s brain. Suddenly, she remembered who she was. Where she was. What she’d come here to do. Why she shouldn’t be rubbing her dampened crotch against a student’s hot, hard…

“S-sorry,” the panicking postgrad blurted, disconnecting from her partner with a clumsy stagger. Fortunately, he didn’t make any move to pursue her, her place soon taken by another young co-ed, enabling Alex to escape in a disoriented frenzy.

She needed to get out of there. She wanted to go back. She needed to find Jessica. She wanted to find that handsome boy again. How could she have let some flat-chested floozy take her spot? Especially when Lexi was, like, so much hotter and—

Alex bit her tongue, pain silencing her inner slut long enough for her to break free of the crowd. Above the ever-droning bass, she could soon make out faint echoes of girlish giggling, guiding her out into an adjacent hall.

Stepping into the dim light, the panting professor finally spotted her quarry. Jessica’s pink and blue streaks shone at the end of the corridor, her scantily clad body posed near a set of stairs that descended out of sight. Despite the thick haze lingering in her head, Alex at least had the presence of mind to duck out of view, flattening against a darkened doorway before peeking out for a second look. Fortunately, it seemed her presence had gone unnoticed, thanks largely to Jessica being fixated on…

On…

Oh…wow.

Alex’s jaw fell slack. She’d assumed Kim and Olivia had already vanished down the stairs, but now she realized the girls had been here all along, obscured by the two frat bros they were currently wrapped around. Text on the boys’ shirts revealed them to be the 2^(nd) Base guards, a responsibility they seemed to take great enjoyment in, given the state of their captives’ squirming, barely clothed bodies.

Kim’s curves were the first to catch Alex’s eye. The seduced student’s plump, round breasts jiggled proudly between the curtains of her unbuttoned blouse, fully exposed to her partner’s rough, ravenous hands. The bearded frat boy whispered something into her ear and teased the tips of her nipples, eliciting a mewling whine before he lowered his mouth to one of the hardened, cherry-red nubs. Kim gasped, eyes rolling in helpless delight as her partner helped himself to the taste of her flesh.

Olivia was in a similar state of lustful abandon. She’d forgone wearing a top completely, leaving her small, perky tits trembling in the open air, her lips panting with animal need as she yielded to her captor’s grasp. His broad, stocky build supported her from behind, the girth of his arms seemingly all that was keeping her upright, one hand gripping her throat while the other plunged down the front of her jeans, knuckles flexing as she mindlessly humped against his touch.

Though not a participant herself, Jessica watched the hedonistic display with lustful eyes, her own fingers slipping into her shorts and squeezing her breasts over her shirt. When the two other girls came, it seemed to push her over the edge as well, her eyelids fluttering as she rode an invisible wave of release. Eventually, the trio seemed to collect themselves enough to continue their journey, blowing the boys kisses before descending the stairs out of sight.

It took Alex almost full minute to process what she’d just witnessed. Ever since the 1^(st) Base check, she’d suspected that there might be further “tolls” down the road, but never would she have anticipated just how extreme they could get. Those boys hadn’t just copped a quick feel; they’d treated those girls like pair of living sex dolls, groping and toying with them as they pleased. And neither Kim nor Olivia had put up an ounce of resistance. By all appearances, they’d freely submitted to their own debasement, moaning for more as their nipples were twisted, throats constricted, and brains melted into orgasmic goo.

And their TA had just let it happen.

“Nngh…” Alex winced and touched her temples. The droning in her head suddenly seemed to sharpen, grinding against the thoughts she was desperately fighting to maintain.

Something wasn’t right. With those girls. With her. It was like…like they were already…changing somehow. Before tonight, neither Olivia nor Kim would’ve submitted to such shameful abuse. Before tonight, Alex would’ve felt angry enough to intervene, regardless of the risk. But she hadn’t. No, the fire rising inside her didn’t come from rage. It was something else. Something dangerous. Something she was no longer sure she could control.

What was happening? Had Psi Rho already gotten to her? But how? Alex searched her memories for answers, but the more she tried to put the pieces together, the more she struggled to hold them in place. Intrusive memories and sensations kept breaking through, flashes of Tom’s tongue in her mouth, a mystery boy’s hands on her hips, a dark, forbidden hunger fluttering low in her belly…

“Hey cutie,” the bearded frat bro called. “You lost?”

“Huh?” Alex blinked. When had she wandered from cover? Why was she standing in front of the two frat bros like a deer caught in the headlights? And why were their wolfish grins making her heart skip?

“You looking to get into the VIP area?” the bulkier, buzz-cut guard asked, nodding towards the stairs.

The baffled postgrad followed his gaze. Right. The stairs. That was where Jessica and the others had gone. And Alex was supposed to follow, right? That made sense. She couldn’t save them by just standing out here. She had to…had to keep going. Further. Deeper.

“Oh man.” Beard shook his head. “She’s totally zonked. Think we might have to tell Chris that—”

“M-my friends!” Alex managed to sputter, pointing unsteadily past the guards. “They, um, they went down there while I was in the bathroom. So, I was, um, like, wondering if you could…let me go too?”

The two men exchanged a look. “Well, sure,” Beard said, swaggering closer. “If you pass our inspection.”

Alex hesitated, eyeing the text on the boys’ tops. “And that means…what? Letting you touch my…my boobs?”

“Not just that.” Buzz-cut’s eyes gleamed. “We get full access. Wherever we want, however we want, for as long as we want.”

Alex swallowed. “B-but my friends, they, um...” She tried to come up with an excuse, but her tired brain was on the verge of giving up, its higher functions shutting down as Lexi-mode threatened to activate. “I mean…c’mon guys…can’t you just, like…”

A strong finger rested on her lips. The gesture was gentle, and yet its condescending weight crushed her voice in an instant.

“Don’t try and talk your way out of it,” Beard chided. “If you want VIP access, you gotta follow the VIP rules. That means being good girl and doing as you’re told. Understand?”

Alex nodded vaguely, the last trickles of resistance leaking between her legs. She couldn’t fight it anymore. This temptation. This heat. This awful itch thrumming inside her. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t fight. Couldn’t stop those powerful, patronizing words from echoing in her mind.

Good girl…

Do you as you’re told…

“So how ’bout it?” Buzz-cut moved in behind her, so close she could feel his breath on the nape of her neck. “Ready for inspection?”

Story too long to post; read the rest of Alex's adventure here.

A college TA goes undercover at a frat party, hoping to discover what's been turning her smartest students into stupid sluts.

All characters depicted are 18+ years of age. My kinks are not my politics. Thanks for reading, and enjoy!

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The meeting was not going as Alex had planned.

Seconds ticked by as she sat in excruciating silence, watching August Pembrook’s bony fingers flick across his phone. His office was larger than any Alex had been in before, yet the richly furnished space felt increasingly claustrophobic, the walls seeming to close in with every twitch of his white eyebrows or hum from his pursed lips.

It was infuriating. She’d sent him these photos days ago, and he was only getting around to them now? As if he hadn’t wasted enough of her time already. Just scheduling this sit-down had been an interminable process, Pembrook’s calendar more packed than that of any other faculty member on campus. How a Director of Sorority and Fraternity Life could be so busy was anyone’s guess. Was panning for donations over dirty martinis and dirtier jokes really that demanding? Still, Alex had persisted, driven by the belief that he of all people would share her concerns. Or, at the very least, that he would feel obliged to investigate.

However, when Pembrook’s gaze finally rose to meet hers, Alex saw none of the worry she’d hoped to inspire. Instead, the look he gave her was one she knew all too well, a dubious squint that said: “I agreed to meet an attractive, young teaching assistant with a great rack; I never said I would take her seriously.”

Pembrook cleared his throat. “This is certainly…interesting,” he said slowly. “But I’m not sure why you brought it to me. If you feel students are dressing inappropriately, surely the disciplinary committee would be a better tree to bark up. Pardon the expression.”

Alex didn’t. In fact, she was on the verge of chucking her own phone at his wrinkled forehead. Instead, she took a deep breath and rose to her feet, mildly regretting her choice of heels as she walked to his side and swiped a finger across his screen.

“As I said before,” she began through a terse smile, “it’s not just what she’s wearing. It’s everything else. Look.”

She stopped on the first image in the series: a photo of a conservatively dressed co-ed standing on a debate stage, her brown hair fashioned into a businesslike bun, her dark eyes shining with conviction as she delivered her opening remarks.

“This was Jessica Geffen one month ago,” Alex explained. “She wasn’t just smart—she was brilliant. She could argue political theory better than any other undergrad and wanted to run for Congress someday. Now…”

The frustrated TA skipped to the last photo of the set, revealing a version of Jessica who was barely recognizable. Her hair cascaded down to her shoulders, blonde tresses interspersed with flashes of bright pink and blue. Mascara-laced lashes and shiny rosé eyeshadow framed a gaze both vapid and flirtatious, her glossy lips sucking suggestively on a thick boba straw. Gone were the sensible slacks and blazer she’d worn to her debate performance; in their place were tiny white shorts and a baby blue tank-top, the hard points of her nipples standing out against the tight fabric.

The Director’s face reddened. “S-so she decided to have a makeover. That’s normal for girls her age, isn’t it?”

Alex’s nostrils flared. “It’s not. About. Her clothes. It’s about who she’s turning into. I used to look forward to grading her papers—now I’m lucky if she even remembers to hand them in. A month ago, I could ask her to speak for hours on any political writer from the last century. Now, the only topic she wants to talk about is…”

“The parties at Psi Rho,” Pembrook finished. “Yes, you mentioned they might be connected to her…recent decisions. Though I still fail to see why that’s an administrative concern. If Ms. Geffen has decided she prefers boys over books, then that is her prerogative.”

It took every ounce of restraint Alex had to keep her voice level. “With all due respect, sir, we both know that’s not what this is. Good students go a little party crazy sometimes, but they don’t just change personalities on a dime. And Jessica’s not the only one. There’ve been other cases too: future valedictorians, full-ride athletes, and even militant feminists all turning into airheaded bimbos overnight. And without fail, every single one of them has become a Psi Rho regular.”

Pembrook rubbed his eyes. “So your conclusion is that the boys of Psi Rho are somehow…changing these women?”

“Yes. Or at least, influencing them in some way.”

“‘In some way,’” he repeated, his smile dripping skepticism. “Some way like what?”

Alex hesitated. She’d expected the question to come up, but had counted on a more sympathetic, open-minded asker. “There are…several possibilities,” she began. “Drugs are the most obvious explanation. Though we can’t discount blackmail as a potential factor as well. Or maybe…”

“Or maybe your students are simply discovering there’s more to college than academics.” Pembrook sighed, waving off any further objections. “I’ve heard your concerns. But unless you can produce actual evidence of wrongdoing, there’s nothing to be done here.”

Alex opened her mouth, then closed it. Aggravating though it was, she knew when to make a tactical retreat. “Very well,” she uttered. “Thank you for your time. I hope you won’t come to regret this decision.”

“I’m sure I won’t,” Pembrook countered, already turning to other matters. “Thank you, Alex.”

“It’s ‘Ms. Menzinger,’ if you please,” she corrected, striding angrily towards the door. The pompous prick. He was underestimating her, just like every other man at this godforsaken university. Well, so be it. Once she uncovered Psi Rho’s nasty secrets, she would be sure to expose his chauvinism and incompetence as well.

But to do so, she wouldn’t be able to rely on outside help. Which meant only one thing.

Alex Menzinger was going undercover.

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Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.

Alex stood in front of her bedroom mirror, hips shifting nervously as she considered her disguise. The tiny pink crop-top glittered in the lamplight, bedazzled letters spelling out “SoCal Cutie” over the sizable swell of her breasts. Not exactly her idea of fashion, but at least it would pull attention from her face. And if it failed, her tight, hip-hugging jeans and curvaceous rear were equally capable of drawing the eye.

But that was the issue. In the mall fitting rooms, her only consideration had been looking as young and easy as possible. She hadn’t actually imagined what it would be like to wear these clothes in public, to walk through campus with her pale belly exposed and prominent curves displayed, wrapped in the tackiest, sluttiest outfit she’d ever worn. Already, she could feel hot shame flooding her face, coloring cheeks already dusted with a healthy coating of blush.

Her hair and makeup were also a bit much for her taste. Still, out of an abundance of caution, she’d chosen to mimic the bimbo mask as best she could, rendering her skin perfectly smooth, her eyes comically enlarged, and even adding a few fake freckles for good measure. Given her hair’s natural amber tones, she’d chosen to go full red head as an added layer of protection, only to mess up the dying process and give her layered bob a gaudy, candy apple sheen.

There was no getting around it: she looked like a tart. A trollop. A total ditz who believed good looks were all that mattered; whose eyes glazed over if she read anything without emojis; who thought “oral exam” meant sucking a passing grade from her professor’s cock.

Alex shuddered and threw on a sweater before she left.

The walk to the party was mercifully uneventful, free of any encounters with faculty or fellow postgrads. She did catch a few hungry stares and one wolfish whistle, but those reactions just meant her disguise was working. A promising sign, given the risks of her mission.

Those high stakes felt even higher as she left central campus behind, its lights and crowds replaced by dark lawns and empty bus stops. Eventually, muted sounds of revelry breached the unsettling silence, leading down a wooded path to a massive stone manor, its windows blazing ochre in the night.

Alex had heard that Psi Rho was different than most fraternities. But the distinction hadn’t truly struck her until now. Set apart from the rest of the school, the sprawling property felt less like a frat house and more like a secluded estate. It was the kind of spot most Greek orgs would kill for, opulent and expansive and tucked far away from any possible noise complaints. The perfect place for raucous parties.

Or illicit schemes.

A frat brother playing doorman soon came into view, his bored, youthful face scanning the line of students filing into the front entrance. Alex slowed her approach, slipping behind a dark pine for cover, pretending to futz with her phone as she watched to see who was admitted, who was turned away, and which camp she would likely fall in.

Fortunately, the requirements for entry didn’t seem strict. At least not for girls. All they warranted was a cursory glance before being waved through, the gatekeeper’s aesthetic assessment apparently the sole determinant for entry. Alex rolled her eyes at the simplistic, chauvinistic standard, though in truth she was a little relieved. A hot-or-not check was trivial for her to pass; things would’ve gotten complicated if they asked for her sorority, student card, or any other identification.

Steeling herself, the incognito instructor stepped out of the shadows, ready to clear her first hurdle of the night.

Until she spotted Jessica in the crowd.

Quickly, Alex swerved back into cover, heart rate spiking as she waited for any indication that she’d been spotted. Luckily, it seemed she was safe. Jessica was apparently too busy giggling and gossiping to notice her poly-sci TA skulking in the shadows. Alex exhaled, relieved, though the feeling evaporated when she saw who else was in line. The two girls accompanying Jessica were Olivia and Kim, fellow debate team aces with equally remarkable grades and intellects. However, unlike their newly ditzy companion, the studious pair’s plain attire and nervous smiles led Alex to believe that this was their first time at Psi Rho, and that they had not yet suffered the frat’s intellect-draining influence. Was Jessica luring them here for that exact purpose? To drain her friends’ brains and draft them into the bimbo brigade?

The thought sent an icy chill down Alex’s spine, her earlier apprehension forgotten as she hurriedly got in line. She couldn’t wait a moment longer—if Jessica was indeed here on the frat’s orders, then it was only a matter of time before her compatriots became another pair of party-sluts. Alex couldn’t let that happen. She would save those promising young women, even if she had to go through hell to do it.

As she neared the front of the line, the flustered TA was surprised to see a lone, lanky male held up at the entrance. He too seemed out of place among the fraternity crowd, his simple white button-up hanging loose on his skinny frame, his bright eyes darting nervously as the doorman inspected his ID.

“‘Klaus,’ huh?” The frat bro scoffed. “Like Santa Klaus? What, your mom fuck St. Nick or something?”

“Ehm, no,” the perturbed nerd answered. “It is actually a common name where I—”

“Whatever. Chris says you’re on the list, so we’re good here. He tell you the rules?”

Klaus swallowed. “Ya. He said I should give you this.” After a moment’s fumbling, the boy withdrew a wad of bills from his pocket, verifying the amount before passing them into the doorman’s hands. He grinned, turning and placing the funds in a nearby cash box, from which he then withdrew what looked like a fancy pair of earplugs.

“Here you go,” the frat brother said, passing them along. “Enjoy the party.”

Klaus looked like he might faint from excitement. Still, his trembling hands managed to set the plastic nubs in place, a giddy smile cracking his features as he practically skipped through the open doors.

Alex’s eyebrows arched, surprised. She hadn’t expected Psi Rho to be the kind of house to offer hearing protection. Then again, it was possible that the earplugs were just a de facto entrance fee, allowing the frat to skirt rules about selling tickets to unsanctioned events. Regardless, Alex was grateful she’d brought some cash just in case. Even outside, she could feel the house’s sound system thrumming in her chest.

The doorman winked as she stepped into the porchlight. “Hey ‘SoCal Cutie.’ You here alone?”

“Y-yep.” Alex forced a smile. “Could I, um, could I grab a pair of earplugs too?”

“Ah…” The lax youth sucked a breath through his teeth. “Sorry. Just sold my last set.”

Alex’s eyes darted to the cashbox. “Really? Can you check?”

“Don’t gotta. I already know. But don’t worry—you won’t need ‘em. Trust me.”

Alex frowned, but decided it wasn’t worth pressing the issue. If she hoped to remain undetected, she needed to keep as low a profile as possible. Especially with Jessica in the mix.

Fortunately, it seemed staying hidden wouldn’t be a problem. The moment Alex stepped into the manor, she was swept away into the swirling chaos of a party in full swing. Throngs of students milled about the sofas and beer pong tables, chatting, drinking, and dancing wherever the space allowed. The packed crowds made for perfect concealment, allowing the undercover instructor to recon her surroundings undetected. Better yet, despite the heavy bass thumping from all sides, it was surprisingly easy to eavesdrop on passing conversations. Weirdly though, Alex could still sense a steady beat buzzing at the back of her skull, no matter where she stood. A bizarre quirk of the acoustics, perhaps.

Not that she minded. In fact, the longer Alex spent mingling, the more her nerves began to calm. If she didn’t have such a pressing mission, she would almost be tempted to relax and enjoy the party for a while. A strange impulse, given that she’d always been something of a wallflower, even back in her undergrad days. But now, for whatever reason, when a crowd erupted into cheers around a successful keg-stand, Alex couldn’t help but smile. It’d been a long time since she’d been around such exuberant energy. Everyone was so happy and free. So young and uninhibited.  

It made her feel…what was the word?

Hm….

Why couldn’t she think of it? Nos-something?

Nostalgic! Yes, that’s what it was.

…Wasn’t it?

A flash of blue and pink in the crowd. Alex’s focus quickly swiveled, locking onto Jessica as she led her friends through the party. Alex shadowed them from a distance, no longer caring about the youthful atmosphere or the fact that the persistent, pulsing beat seemed to be growing stronger. If Jessica really had come here to convert her companions, then tracking her would be the best way to discover Psi Rho’s secrets. Once Alex knew how they were changing her students, she would record the evidence and make her escape.

That was the plan, at least. But no sooner had Alex checked her phone’s charge than she was faced with yet another roadblock. This one took the form of two smirking, muscular frat bros standing guard in front of an open hall, the words “1^(st) Base” emblazoned on their Psi Rho-branded tank-tops. From a distance, Alex watched as Jessica’s group approached the masculine blockade. Unlike on the porch, however, the girls were not granted instant passage. Instead, after a murmured conversation Alex couldn’t make out, Jessica leaned in and kissed the rightmost boy. His bulging biceps wrapped around her, her legs straddling his as their lips and tongues interlocked.

Alex almost let out an audible gasp. Her gaze snapped to Olivia and Kim, hoping to find them equally incensed. Instead, the pair just seemed flushed and slightly drunk, Olivia adjusting her glasses and giving Kim a jittery smile before sauntering into the waiting arms of the leftmost guard. Their first kiss was hesitant, but it wasn’t long before Olivia’s slender body melted against her partner’s, his hands possessively raking her hair as her pert bust pressed against his broad chest. Kim watched with barely concealed arousal, chewing on her lower lip and brushing aside a strand of black hair before closing in to join the fun. The double-teamed frat bro looked like he was on cloud nine, his lips greedily seeking Kim’s the moment she leaned in, leading to a sloppy, three-way make out of open mouths and eager tongues.

Eventually, Olivia and Kim were left tangled together in a passionate embrace, the former tracing a line of kisses down the latter’s neck. Jessica observed with evident pride, flanked by both boys who were also clearly enjoying the show. She said something that made them all laugh, and that was the end of it. Olivia and Kim finally parted in a fit of giggles, and the 1^(st) Base guards stepped aside, permitting the three girls to wander deeper into the manor.

Leaving Alex alone and aghast.

She staggered back into the thick of the party, reeling from what she’d just seen. It wasn’t unusual, she supposed, for a bunch of oversexed meatheads to come up with such a gross, degrading game. But it was shocking how easily Olivia and Kim had acquiesced. Especially since Alex hadn’t detected anything sinister about the party so far.

Had Jessica already dosed or threatened her friends before coming here? Had it happened while Alex was outside? Or were the girls simply tipsy enough to play along, unaware of the trap waiting in store for them?

One thing was for certain: Alex wouldn’t find out if she didn’t follow them. And after making a quick circuit around the front of the house, she confirmed that the 1^(st) Base toll was the only way forward. If she had any intention of saving the day, she was gonna have to kiss some frat boys.

God, she needed a drink.

Alex reached the party punch station in a daze, filling her cup before her sense of danger kicked in. She froze, plastic rim half-way to her lips, belatedly realizing that the drink might already be laced with bimbo drugs. For a moment, she considered dumping the neon red liquid right away, only to settle for a cautious sniff and taste instead.

Hm. Not bad. As far as she could tell, it was just spiked fruit juice. There was the possibility that some odorless, tasteless chemical had been added, but that seemed unlikely. Anyway, she could see several men helping themselves to the sugary libation, so odds were it was not the main culprit. Otherwise, it wouldn’t just be the women who seemed to be growing increasingly…loose.

Satisfied that the punch was not a threat, Alex allowed herself the much-needed liquid courage. She took it one sip at a time, enjoying the growing warmth in her belly, the thrumming of the music seeming to reach deeper into her the longer she listened. Without meaning to, she soon found herself swaying to the beat, her eyes gliding back to the 1^(st) Base Boys, considering them in a new light.

They weren’t unattractive, she had to concede. A little immature for her taste, but it wasn’t like they were asking for a serious relationship. All they wanted was a little fun. That wasn’t so bad, right? Viewed that way, it was easy to appreciate their toned, manly physiques, the rakish gleam in their eyes and cocky curve of their smiles. Olivia and Kim had definitely enjoyed kissing them, and the more Alex thought about it, the more she could picture herself doing the same. Maybe clearing this hurdle wouldn’t be so hard.

Well, at least not for her.

An involuntary giggle bubbled from within Alex, followed by a hot flutter of embarrassment. Ooh…maybe this drink was a little stronger than she’d anticipated. Or was it? She didn’t feel drunk, per se—her motor skills were intact, and there was none of the drowsiness usually associated with alcohol. Still, her head did feel a little…floaty. Like the space between her thoughts was growing airier, filling up with, like…uh…air…or something.

After draining the last of her drink, Alex ambled towards the waiting frat bros, greeting them with a friendly grin.

“Hey sexy,” the taller one called. “What’s your name?”

“Lexi,” Alex lied, surprised at how quickly the name had slipped from her tongue. It was a moniker she’d always hated growing up, a diminutive nickname that made it sound like she read more fashion magazines than academic journals. But for whatever reason, she was having trouble remembering the fake identity she’d rehearsed in her apartment, and it was too late to correct her mistake now. Besides, there was something…kinda fitting about the simple pseudonym. If she was gonna play a sillier, sexier version of herself, maybe “Lexi” wasn’t the worst choice in the world.

“Sexy Lexi,” the frat bro laughed, causing Alex to immediately regret her decision. “Nice to meet you. I’m Tom, and he’s Nate. This your first time here?”

“Uh-huh,” Alex answered, doing her best impression of doe-eyed curiosity. “It’s crazy how big this place is. What’s down there?” she asked, pointing beyond the boys into the darkened hall. “You guys guarding the frat vault or something?”

Tom chuckled. “That’s where the real party is. But you gotta get through us to get there.”

Alex mirrored his smirk. “Let me guess—getting through you means letting you get to first base with me, right?”

“Got it in one.” Tom nodded. “Sexy Lexi’s got beauty and brains.”

“For now,” Nate snickered beneath his breath.

“Hm?” Alex’s gaze snapped to his. “What do you mean by that?”

He blinked. “Huh? Er, nothing. Just, uh, a stupid joke.”

“Ignore Nate,” Tom quickly covered. “He’s been hitting the punch bowl a little hard. So. We doin’ this? Or are you gonna chicken out?”

Damn. Alex had hoped to pump them for a little more info. “Oh, we’re definitely doing this,” she answered, pulse quickening as she looked between the two boys. “Just…trying to decide who to choose.”

They exchanged a mischievous look. “Who said anything about choosing?” Tom asked. “You gotta get past both of us if you wanna move on, remember?”

Alex blanched, forcing an uneasy laugh. “S-seriously? I thought…I just saw some other girls go through here, and they didn’t have to…”

“That’s ‘cause there was three of ‘em,” Nate interrupted. “But there’s only one of you. Unless you got a friend who can help you out?”

Alex swallowed, embarrassment and irritation prickling her skin. Ordinarily, she would tell boys like this to take a hike, but that wasn’t an option here. If she wanted to complete her mission, she couldn’t behave like Alex Menzinger, serious-minded student instructor. She had to be Lexi, air-headed party girl. And in this case…if faced with this scenario…Lexi would…

Lexi would…

Tom took a tentative step closer, as if testing the waters before diving in for the kill. Alex fought the urge to draw back, instead allowing her inner-Lexi to take control. Her hips cocked suggestively as her gaze crawled up the towering man, meeting his eyes with a demure, desirous look. He flashed an excited grin, grasping her chin between his fingers, tilting her face up before lowering his.

The kiss jolted through Alex like a live current, her self-control short-circuited in a burst of electric tingles. Her lips parted with hot breath, her tongue instinctually entwining with his, savoring its taste as he entered her mouth. In the back of her mind, some small part of her knew this was strange, recognized that her body had never responded to a kiss like this before. But it was so hard to hear those concerns over the pounding bass in her head, its rhythm like a hypnotic metronome guiding her deeper into the dizzying, delightful moment.

When she and Tom finally parted, Alex’s knees nearly gave out. Her head felt blissful and buoyant, her brain floating on a boiling sea of happy, horny chemicals. She had no time to prepare before the second brother closed in and took her next. Their mouths met in a burst of aggressive, overwhelming contact, a tiny moan escaping as Nate pressed her body to his. Apparently, watching his friend had lit a fire in the young man’s blood, his lips ravenous as they seized upon hers, his hand gripping and tugging her hair, sending excited shivers across her scalp. Her eyelids fluttered. Her fingers pawed weakly at the hard surface of his chest. She was helpless under his power, unable to stop him from taking as much as he wanted. And truthfully, she no longer wished to.

Then suddenly, he broke away, holding her face at arm’s length. Her tongue wagged pitifully in the air. An unbidden whimper leaked from her throat.

“That as good for you as it was for me?” he asked, laughing before releasing her.

“Uh…uh-huh.” The utterance dribbled from the trembling TA, a reflexive response as her mind struggled to reorient. She staggered, unsure of how to react, how to feel. On one hand, she knew she’d crossed a dangerous line, that her career would be over if anyone knew she’d not only made out with two undergrads, but allowed them to treat her so disrespectfully as well. And yet, while Alex might’ve found such conduct reprehensible, Lexi…

Lexi hadn’t minded so much.

“You’re definitely ready to take things up a notch,” Tom observed. “But…damn, you look like you’re burning up. Here, let me grab that sweater for you.”

Alex complied, relieved to be free of the baggy, suffocating garment. She felt like she was growing feverish, a powerful heat radiating from the temples of her skull to the quivering ache between her legs. It was so overwhelming, she forgot to feel self-conscious about exposing her slutty crop-top to a pair of leering frat bros. At least, until they reacted.

“Goddamn,” Nate exclaimed. “Sexy Lexi’s stacked.”

“Best tits of the night,” Tom agreed. “Mind if we give ’em a goodbye kiss?”

The thought of his mouth on her breasts sent a warm zing through Lexi. But Alex forced that identity and impulse down, propelling herself past the drooling duo and down the hall.

“Aw, leaving so soon?” one of the boys called. “Promise to find us after the party?”

The fleeing TA didn’t respond. The further she got from the encounter, the more unsettled by it she became. She tried to tell herself that she’d just been playing along, that the tension in her nipples and stickiness between her legs were just involuntary biological reactions. And yet, if that was true…why couldn’t she seem to calm herself down? Why was she absently licking her lips, as if searching for any lingering taste of her toxic tryst? Why did some part of her wish it’d gone on for a little bit longer? And maybe…a little further too?

It was probably just the rush of novelty. She’d never been one to cut loose, so of course dabbling on the dark side would feel new and exciting. But she hadn’t come here to have fun and meet cute boys; she had a conspiracy to expose and students to save.

Now if only she could find them.

The lights dimmed the further Alex proceeded down the corridor, music crescendoing as she stepped into a densely populated dance floor. This was the “real party” the boys had described, a space no smaller than the last, yet somehow far more intimate. The air practically hummed with sexual energy as she pressed through the roiling mass of bodies, trying her best to scan for any signs of Jessica and her friends. But the longer Alex drifted through the sea of silhouettes, the more lost and confused she felt, time and space blurring within her ever-shifting surroundings.

Eventually, she managed to stumble upon the edge of the room, collapsing onto one of the couches that made up a small, sparsely populated sitting area. Despite no longer being in the thick of things, her senses still struggled to comprehend what was happening, her skull buzzing and chest throbbing with that endless, droning beat.

Going on like this was untenable. Perhaps she should recalibrate. Adjust her perspective. Find a new strategy. These parties were meant to free guests from their ordinary contexts, to provide a space for their shadow selves to emerge. Maybe that was what Alex needed to do too. If she wanted to find a bunch of party girls, maybe she needed to start thinking like one.

Did that make any sense?

Too late to question it now. Her alter ego was already reawakening. In the span of one long, deep breath, Alex could feel herself sinking into Lexi’s simplified headspace, brow smoothing and lashes fluttering as she allowed appetite to take primacy over education. Like looking at a magic eye picture, the chaos around her suddenly resolved into a mesmerizing mosaic, the constant cranial vibrations no longer unpleasant as she let them subdue and smother her intellect.

A slow smile crept onto her lips. It felt good, not thinking so hard anymore. The more cares and concerns she let go, the lighter and fluffier her head felt, until there was almost nothing left but pink clouds and sparkly half-thoughts. A shard of her old identity wondered if this was really such a good idea, but such pitiful protest was easily ignored. Lexi didn’t want to wander and worry all night—she wanted to have fun. She wanted to drink and dance and find more yummy boys. What was wrong with that? Was it a crime to be a simple, silly, sexy girl? Anybody who had a problem with that was just a big ol’ misago…misogi…misogys…

Like, a stupid, mean jerk.

Humming to the music, the burgeoning party girl swayed to her feet and left the safety of the seating area, wandering back into the crush of hot, young dancers. Her past clubbing ventures could be counted on one hand, and yet she had no difficulty falling into the rhythm of the room, body rolling and dipping to the infectious, irresistible beat. Silhouettes pressed from all sides, their sensual heat soaking her skin, dissolving any pretense to decorum or self-possession. When a lean, masculine form loomed behind her, the hard tent of his jeans warming the supple curve of her ass, Lexi experienced neither shock nor disgust. Instead, all she felt was the naughty desire to play along, to bend and grind against her mystery partner, grinning as she sensed him stiffen with desire. She straightened slowly, leaning back against the solid mass of his torso, thrilling as she felt his hands hungrily grab her hips.

He wanted her. Bad. Just as she wanted him to. Glowing with triumph and desire, she reached up to trace a finger down his stubbled jaw, guiding his face towards hers and inviting him, no, begging him to…

“Wooo! Let’s go, Kimmy!”

That voice. That name. Recognition jolted through the fog in Alex’s brain. Suddenly, she remembered who she was. Where she was. What she’d come here to do. Why she shouldn’t be rubbing her dampened crotch against a student’s hot, hard…

“S-sorry,” the panicking postgrad blurted, disconnecting from her partner with a clumsy stagger. Fortunately, he didn’t make any move to pursue her, her place soon taken by another young co-ed, enabling Alex to escape in a disoriented frenzy.

She needed to get out of there. She wanted to go back. She needed to find Jessica. She wanted to find that handsome boy again. How could she have let some flat-chested floozy take her spot? Especially when Lexi was, like, so much hotter and—

Alex bit her tongue, pain silencing her inner slut long enough for her to break free of the crowd. Above the ever-droning bass, she could soon make out faint echoes of girlish giggling, guiding her out into an adjacent hall.

Stepping into the dim light, the panting professor finally spotted her quarry. Jessica’s pink and blue streaks shone at the end of the corridor, her scantily clad body posed near a set of stairs that descended out of sight. Despite the thick haze lingering in her head, Alex at least had the presence of mind to duck out of view, flattening against a darkened doorway before peeking out for a second look. Fortunately, it seemed her presence had gone unnoticed, thanks largely to Jessica being fixated on…

On…

Oh…wow.

Alex’s jaw fell slack. She’d assumed Kim and Olivia had already vanished down the stairs, but now she realized the girls had been here all along, obscured by the two frat bros they were currently wrapped around. Text on the boys’ shirts revealed them to be the 2^(nd) Base guards, a responsibility they seemed to take great enjoyment in, given the state of their captives’ squirming, barely clothed bodies.

Kim’s curves were the first to catch Alex’s eye. The seduced student’s plump, round breasts jiggled proudly between the curtains of her unbuttoned blouse, fully exposed to her partner’s rough, ravenous hands. The bearded frat boy whispered something into her ear and teased the tips of her nipples, eliciting a mewling whine before he lowered his mouth to one of the hardened, cherry-red nubs. Kim gasped, eyes rolling in helpless delight as her partner helped himself to the taste of her flesh.

Olivia was in a similar state of lustful abandon. She’d forgone wearing a top completely, leaving her small, perky tits trembling in the open air, her lips panting with animal need as she yielded to her captor’s grasp. His broad, stocky build supported her from behind, the girth of his arms seemingly all that was keeping her upright, one hand gripping her throat while the other plunged down the front of her jeans, knuckles flexing as she mindlessly humped against his touch.

Though not a participant herself, Jessica watched the hedonistic display with lustful eyes, her own fingers slipping into her shorts and squeezing her breasts over her shirt. When the two other girls came, it seemed to push her over the edge as well, her eyelids fluttering as she rode an invisible wave of release. Eventually, the trio seemed to collect themselves enough to continue their journey, blowing the boys kisses before descending the stairs out of sight.

It took Alex almost full minute to process what she’d just witnessed. Ever since the 1^(st) Base check, she’d suspected that there might be further “tolls” down the road, but never would she have anticipated just how extreme they could get. Those boys hadn’t just copped a quick feel; they’d treated those girls like pair of living sex dolls, groping and toying with them as they pleased. And neither Kim nor Olivia had put up an ounce of resistance. By all appearances, they’d freely submitted to their own debasement, moaning for more as their nipples were twisted, throats constricted, and brains melted into orgasmic goo.

And their TA had just let it happen.

“Nngh…” Alex winced and touched her temples. The droning in her head suddenly seemed to sharpen, grinding against the thoughts she was desperately fighting to maintain.

Something wasn’t right. With those girls. With her. It was like…like they were already…changing somehow. Before tonight, neither Olivia nor Kim would’ve submitted to such shameful abuse. Before tonight, Alex would’ve felt angry enough to intervene, regardless of the risk. But she hadn’t. No, the fire rising inside her didn’t come from rage. It was something else. Something dangerous. Something she was no longer sure she could control.

What was happening? Had Psi Rho already gotten to her? But how? Alex searched her memories for answers, but the more she tried to put the pieces together, the more she struggled to hold them in place. Intrusive memories and sensations kept breaking through, flashes of Tom’s tongue in her mouth, a mystery boy’s hands on her hips, a dark, forbidden hunger fluttering low in her belly…

“Hey cutie,” the bearded frat bro called. “You lost?”

“Huh?” Alex blinked. When had she wandered from cover? Why was she standing in front of the two frat bros like a deer caught in the headlights? And why were their wolfish grins making her heart skip?

“You looking to get into the VIP area?” the bulkier, buzz-cut guard asked, nodding towards the stairs.

The baffled postgrad followed his gaze. Right. The stairs. That was where Jessica and the others had gone. And Alex was supposed to follow, right? That made sense. She couldn’t save them by just standing out here. She had to…had to keep going. Further. Deeper.

“Oh man.” Beard shook his head. “She’s totally zonked. Think we might have to tell Chris that—”

“M-my friends!” Alex managed to sputter, pointing unsteadily past the guards. “They, um, they went down there while I was in the bathroom. So, I was, um, like, wondering if you could…let me go too?”

The two men exchanged a look. “Well, sure,” Beard said, swaggering closer. “If you pass our inspection.”

Alex hesitated, eyeing the text on the boys’ tops. “And that means…what? Letting you touch my…my boobs?”

“Not just that.” Buzz-cut’s eyes gleamed. “We get full access. Wherever we want, however we want, for as long as we want.”

Alex swallowed. “B-but my friends, they, um...” She tried to come up with an excuse, but her tired brain was on the verge of giving up, its higher functions shutting down as Lexi-mode threatened to activate. “I mean…c’mon guys…can’t you just, like…”

A strong finger rested on her lips. The gesture was gentle, and yet its condescending weight crushed her voice in an instant.

“Don’t try and talk your way out of it,” Beard chided. “If you want VIP access, you gotta follow the VIP rules. That means being good girl and doing as you’re told. Understand?”

Alex nodded vaguely, the last trickles of resistance leaking between her legs. She couldn’t fight it anymore. This temptation. This heat. This awful itch thrumming inside her. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t fight. Couldn’t stop those powerful, patronizing words from echoing in her mind.

Good girl…

Do you as you’re told…

“So how ’bout it?” Buzz-cut moved in behind her, so close she could feel his breath on the nape of her neck. “Ready for inspection?”

Story too long to post; read the rest of Alex's adventure here.

This is Chapter 2 of an ongoing series. Chapter 1 can be read here.

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Sysadmin workers were supposed to be invisible, right?

So why was everyone staring at Lily?

Sidelong glances brushed down her back as she walked through the office, furtive eyes disappearing behind monitors and cubicle walls the moment she turned to catch them. Or at least, that’s how it seemed. There was a chance that she was simply being paranoid. Her day-to-day routine had been thrown into chaos lately, so it made sense that she’d be feeling a little on edge. That didn’t necessarily mean her coworkers were watching her every move—hell, it wasn’t like they’d shown much interest before.

Then again, she’d never shown up to work dressed like this.

Lily forced a swallow past her pounding pulse, remembering this time to smooth the tiny skirt beneath her thighs before sitting at her workstation. Nope, she wasn’t imagining it—the outfit was definitely drawing a lot of attention. How could it not? The black mini dress had been designed to stand out, its sparkly, flesh-hugging fabric the perfect lure for would-be companions on a crowded dance floor. These traits had seemed appealing back when Lily dreamt of discovering her inner-party animal, but those delusions had burned out even quicker than her photography aspirations, leaving the dress the languish in the back of her closet until…

Well, until she’d run out of anything else to wear.

Ears burning pink and legs crossing restlessly, Lily tried to block out the intrusive gazes and focus on her work. It wasn’t easy. The dress had been tight back in college, but now it felt fit to burst with every breath. Her voluminous bust jiggled and shimmied at the slightest shift, constantly threatening to pop free of its low-cut enclosure. Her usual nondescript jeans and hoodies had obscured the weight she’d gained since graduation, but now there was no hiding the slight bulge of her belly against the outfit’s midsection, nor the soft swell of her hips and thick expanse of her thighs. The only mercy the garb offered was just enough skirt to keep her safely covered, no matter how much the hem swished and swayed. She might look like a slutty club bunny, but at least no one would see her panties.

Or how wet they were.

She was reminded of this fact as she squirmed in her seat, the slick friction sparking dangerous heat in her core. What was going on? It wasn’t like her, getting so inexplicably aroused in the middle of the workday. Then again, it wasn’t like her to put off laundry until she was on her last pair of underwear. She’d never considered herself the most ambitious or driven person, but she was diligent. Consistent. Her comfort zone was a sacred space, her routines holy rituals that kept the madness of the outside world at bay. Deviations from day-to-day doctrines were risky, to be attempted only when the potential gain far outweighed the gamble. Like befriending Valerie, for example.

Though, now that Lily thought about it…wasn’t their meeting at the root of her current predicament?

“Hey, Lily?” a masculine voice broke through her thoughts.

“Huh?” the dazed nerd looked up from her desk, back abruptly straightening as she recognized her team lead’s bearded face hovering over her cubicle.

“How’s, uh, how’s it going?” Carter asked, his eyes flitting around her workspace, as if uncertain where to settle.

“G-good,” Lily squeaked. Oh God, was he going to ask for a progress report? Had he noticed how little work she’d actually accomplished today? Instinctively, she swiveled her chair in his direction, titling her shoulders back and offering a nice, pillowy landing pad for his roaming gaze, far away from the guilty glow of her monitor.

It worked. Behind his wire-frame spectacles, Carter’s pupils seemed magnetically pulled into the taut line of her cleavage. Lily could sense him lose his train of thought between her breasts, the exposed skin blushing in response. Ordinarily, she’d be hastily shielding herself from such scrutiny. But for some reason, today she didn’t mind letting the tall, flannel-clad man stare for a while. In fact…if he wanted to come closer for a better look…then maybe…

“Ahem.” Carter cleared his throat, seeming to regather his wits. “A-anyway, me and some of the others were thinking of um, doing like a happy hour thing after work. I know you don’t drink, but this new place has a lotta cool zero-proof options and I thought, maybe, you’d…be interested?”

Lily blinked. Wait, what was happening?

Was Carter…asking to hang out?

With her?

For fun?

Oh God. Oh shit. It was happening. The moment she’d been waiting for. A shot a redemption; a chance to set the record straight. Back when Lily had first started at the company, she’d been invited to a similar post-office outing, only to freak out and exclaim that she didn’t drink (a lie—she did, or would, in theory). Nearly every Friday since she’d spent simmering in regret, watching as her coworkers filed out for their regularly scheduled revelry, her brain spinning as it searched for a way to renounce her false sobriety without coming off as weird or dishonest. Alas, it seemed she would be forever trapped in the purgatory of her panicked pronouncement.

Or would she?

“You don’t have to come just ’cause it’s your boss asking,” Carter quickly amended. “If you’ve got other plans, or just need to crash at home I—”

“N-no!” Lily quickly interrupted. “It’s okay, I—”

Would love to come, was what her brain said at first.

But then she remembered.

The Mountain. The Magister. She’d been running that quest all week, dedicating every spare hour to defeating her indominable foe. Mornings began with some light grinding around the Stormbringer Catacombs, then at least one pre-work boss-run (though it usually turned into two). Her attempts continued almost immediately after returning home, and then again after a short break for food and chores (if she had time).

Even when not in-game, the Magister consumed her thoughts. As she ate breakfast, she mentally reviewed the creature’s attack patterns; at work, she surreptitiously made spreadsheets of spell costs and timings; over dinner, she pondered other possible class builds and stat buffs; in the shower, she reflected on her most recent defeat, remembering how it felt to watch her avatar fall to the Magister’s hypnotic influence, unable to resist as the tentacles seized her limbs and the colors filled her thoughts and…

Sometimes, these recollections ended with Lily discovering she’d been unconsciously groping her own breasts, her free fingers idly tracing the swollen, soaking lips between her legs. 

She tried not to wonder why that was.

“S-sorry,” she stammered, quickly turning from Carter’s gaze. “I forgot, I-I’m actually busy tonight.”

“Ah. No worries—I know this was kind of last minute.” He flashed a hopeful smile. “Maybe next time?”

“S-sure!” Lily forced a grin of her own. “Totally! I’m there.”

Carter departed with a wave, a gesture Lily vigorously mimicked until it threatened to slosh her tightly packed tits free. She quickly tucked herself back into place, face hot and head buzzing as it replayed the interaction over and over again. It’d gone well, right? She hadn’t been too weird, had she? Sure, she’d turned down a long-awaited invite to play an outdated MMO but…

…Wait, why exactly had she done that?

Lily sat back in her chair, an odd, airy sensation seeping into her skull. Moments like this were becoming more frequent, these inexplicable breaks from character followed by a sense of free-floating confusion. As always, it wasn’t long before her mind began to reorient, explanations and justifications growing like roots, twisting and pulling her back down to earth.

Of course she’d declined Carter’s invitation. Just receiving it was more than enough excitement for one day. If she actually went out—especially dressed like this—there was a chance the stimulation would be too much. Besides, she couldn’t risk letting her Realm skills grow rusty, not when she was so close to finally beating the Magister.

The Magister.

Yes…that was right. It only made sense to prioritize her current quest. Once she’d summitted that mountain, then she would finally be free.

Probably.

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There were many aspects of her recent behavior that Lily could shrug off.

But sometimes, the oddities added up.

It wasn’t concerning, for example, that she’d stripped naked the moment she got home; her dress had been squeezing her all day, and her panties were sopping past the point of comfort.

It wasn’t concerning that she felt no desire to seek out a change of clothes; she’d already run through most of her wardrobe and was more than comfortable spending the rest of the evening nude.

It wasn’t even concerning that she needed to find a clean towel for her gaming chair; that was only logical, given how much of a drippy, sticky mess she’d been.

However, when she failed find a fresh seat-covering and—rather than actually do her laundry—simply sniffed to find the least girl-spunk-scented option, well…

…That was maybe cause for some concern.

She could rationalize this course of action if she tried. Time doing laundry was time she couldn’t spend grinding “The Master of the Mountain.” And given how crowded the machines in her building could get, who knew how long the simple chore would take? It made sense, then, that she would settle for a less-than-perfectly clean towel and boot up Realms of Rinn anyway.

But…did it really?

Why did she feel so…compelled to return to her tentacled tormentor? How had this one quest become such a high priority? Lily had indulged in her share of hyper-fixations, but this was different. It was…dizzying. All-consuming. Inescapable. In some ways, it really did feel like the Magister had gotten into her head and taken control.

Taken…control. The Magister was…taking control…

Fuck, why did thinking about that make her feel so…

So…

The title screen for Realms of Rinn splashed across Lily’s monitor, jolting her from her daze. She hadn’t even realized she’d launched the game, but already her hands were going through the motions, logging in and spawning Lyra at her guild hall. Despite lingering unease, the compulsion to continue her quest was too strong to ignore, the fearful voice in Lily’s head quieting as she prepared for another boss run.

First, a quick check to see if Valerie was online. Nope—unavailable as always. For a woman who claimed to be a dedicated Walker, she didn’t seem to spend much time playing the game. Maybe she worked nights or something. Whatever. Lily could face the Magister alone.

In fact, in some ways…that might even be preferable…

Shaking free of that thought, Lily tabbed over to Lyra’s stat screen, frowning at the two new status ailments pinned to her profile:

>*[Brainwashing – Lv. 1]: You can feel the Magister’s influence lingering in your mind, a psychic seed eager to sprout. Idle thoughts lead back to the monster’s lair, half-remembered dreams urging you to heed your Master’s call. You can resist it…but for long?*

>[Mark of the Magister – Lv. 2]: There’s no ignoring the changes now. The crest on your womb grows warm every night, muddling your thoughts and sapping your strength. Your body is still your own, but it’s becoming something…else. Something less than what it once was. And yet so, so much more.

The first effect wasn’t much of a concern. As far as Lily could tell, “Brainwashing” just meant that Lyra’s hypno-meter filled faster than it used to, an annoyance that savvy play could manage. More concerning was the “Mark of the Magister” de-buff. Every time its level went up, Lyra’s stats changed in alarming ways, apparently reflecting her body’s ongoing corruption. Her intelligence and resistance were most significantly reduced, though the second stage had knocked a few points from her strength and dexterity as well. Interestingly, for every downgrade those attributes received, a corresponding increase appeared next to her vitality and charisma. It made her think back to the thralls the Magister always summoned, adventurers who’d succumbed to its control completely, becoming little more than defenseless incubators and HP pools.

If Lyra couldn’t achieve victory soon…would she end up like that too?

For some reason, Lily’s breath was beginning to tremble. A warm shiver traveled down her neck to her hips, bare thighs clenching as if to catch it. What was wrong with her? Why did the thought of her avatar’s downfall make her pulse race and heart flutter?

Maybe it was the thrill of such a novel, unexpected challenge. MMO’s rarely imposed irreversible consequences upon players, so of course Lily would react strongly to the sharp rise in stakes. What hardcore gamer wouldn’t find this exhilarating?

Swallowing this explanation, Lily withdrew the Magister’s Eye from her inventory. Cascades of color flooded her screen, a soft, relaxing sigh parting her lips. Awareness of the outside world dimmed as she fell into the rhythms of her quest, traipsing through the manor’s corridors on her way to the boss’s chamber. It was a routine so familiar it’d become almost trance-like, the only difference this time being an unexpected whisper at the back of her mind, questioning why she even bothered to fight in the first place. Wouldn’t it be quicker to just let her hypno-meter fill right away? It wasn’t like it would make much difference. She was going to end this session as the Magister’s docile, dull-eyed broodmare regardless—why put off the inevitable?

Lily bit her lip. She wasn’t sure where these insidious impulses were coming from. A part of her wondered if maybe the Magister really was manipulating her thoughts. But that was stupid.

This was just a game, after all.

By the time she reached the final door, Lily was practically panting with anticipation. Her face felt flushed, her hips rolling restlessly in her chair as she entered the boss chamber. She told herself it was just nerves, but that traitorous voice in her head begged to differ. Hadn’t she noticed how drenched the towel beneath her was? Didn’t she recognize the eager ache between her legs?

Wasn’t it obvious what was happening?

Such questions dogged and distracted Lily the whole fight, leading to her swiftest loss yet. It only took two Mind Melters for Lyra to succumb, her limbs falling limp and jaw going slack as she staggered helplessly into the Magister’s waiting arms.

Lily sat back in her chair, sucking air between her teeth.

Defeated.

She was utterly, hopelessly defeated.

So why did she feel so…so…

Excited?

It was happening again. The tentacles wrapping around her avatar; the mesmerizing colors filling the screen; the sounds of cloth tearing and flesh slapping as Lyra was bound and broken for her Master’s pleasure. Like every time before, there was nothing Lily could do but watch. Only now, there was none of the horror she’d felt during past playthroughs. It had transformed, melting and morphing into something…different. An urge she refused to acknowledge. A burning itch she couldn’t bring herself to scratch. A dark desire she would deny no matter how badly it twisted inside her.

Or so she’d believed. Until she felt her hand drift from her mouse; until her fingers began sliding up her thigh towards the warm, waiting folds of her pussy. She let out a helpless whimper, her half-lidded eyes full of dazzling, swirling color, the wet moans and sighs of her avatar echoing in her ears.

Was it finally happening?

Was she actually going to do it? Give in to the forces she’d tried so hard to fight? Embrace her failure in the most humiliating way possible?

Do it. The wicked whisper demanded. Yield to your nature.

“Ooooouughhhhh…” Lily shuddered as the animalistic exultation escaped her. Her fingers stroked and circled her dripping sex, eager to rub the last of her dignity away, to assist in her pathetic, degrading surrender. Hot, horrible pleasure throbbed through her insides, arching her back and squeezing a pitiful whine from her lips. Her eyes rolled back as she rode the roiling waves, yet she could still see her avatar writhing on the Magister’s tentacles, could still feel those blazing colors branding themselves into her brain.

Then they were gone.

Lily blinked, dazed and delirious, her muzzy mind taking several seconds to process the “WALKER DEFEATED” menu on her screen. The greedy emptiness within her pulsed, unsated. She whimpered, drawing her fingers up her swollen, sensitive lips, only to grit her teeth and slide her shaking hand free. Her hips rose, her cunt clenching on the edge of orgasm, begging for satisfaction. But Lily held back, all her willpower focused on keeping her hands at her sides, fists balling as she fought through disorienting, mortifying embarrassment.

What the hell was wrong with her? Had she actually almost made herself cum…to losing an MMO boss fight?

The flustered nerd closed her eyes, struggling to get her breath under control. It felt like she was standing on the brink of a precipitous fall, her balance so precarious that a single misplaced thought could send her tumbling over the edge. She knew what awaited her at the bottom: the awful truth. The reality that she’d climbed a mountain of excuses to escape. Even now, heart racing and flesh trembling, fingers glistening with irrefutable evidence, she just couldn’t bring herself to believe it.

It wasn’t possible. There was no way that the real reason Lily had spent so many hours on this quest, the real reason why she’d put off chores, proper hygiene, and long-awaited socialization wasn’t because she was desperate to defeat the Magister. It was because what she actually wanted was…was…

No. No no no. That wasn’t right. Lily had her share of personality flaws, but being a masochistic, monster-fucking gooner was not one of them. This was just…a lapse in judgement. A hormonal imbalance. Sublimated excitement and frustration from her missed connections with Valerie. It didn’t matter; Lily’s goal remained the same. Defeat the Magister. Break its hold on her thoughts. Prove that all the time and effort she’d spent wasn’t due to some subconscious sexual obsession. This was a struggle for victory, not a fucked up new fetish.

Lily needed to win. But to do so, there was another line she would have to cross:

Asking for help.

Lips pressed into a grimace, the reluctant gamer opened her in-game messages, scrolling back to the one reply Valerie had ever sent. As usual, she’d claimed to be too busy to party up, but had offered something else as compensation: a link to a subreddit dedicated to this quest. “In case you need some pointers ;),” the accompanying text read.

Despite its friendly tone, the message had irked Lily. When it came to Realms of Rinn, she’d always prided herself on being a self-made expert. Sure, she’d watched a few tutorials to get started, but never had she needed a guide to defeat a difficult boss or dungeon. She’d earned her endgame build through hard work and dedication, thank you very much. Still, in light of her current situation, she supposed accepting outside assistance was (barely) preferable to admitting she was insatiably horny for an MMO monster. So…

Gritting her teeth and holding her breath, Lily clicked on the link.

What she saw made her eyes widen in shock. R/ CultoftheMagister wasn’t a gaming subreddit. Not in any serious sense of the term.

It was a porn subreddit.

Mouth open and mind reeling, Lily plumbed the forum’s depths with morbid fascination, her screen consumed by an endless feed of Magister-centric smut. There were drawings and 3D-renderings, erotic fiction and steamy confessionals, live-action clips and CG gifs galore. The quality varied from post to post, but the passion on display did not. Every user performed as though actually in a cult, gleefully discussing their deepening corruption and dedication to their Master. The most popular accounts were, of course, the subreddit’s “Priestesses,” female creators who glorified the demonic god with their bodies and proudly shared the results. Among their number, there was one who rose above the rest, whose posts consistently raked in thousands upon thousands of upvotes, whose face and name Lily recognized with a gasp:

Valerie.

The first fellow Walker Lily had ever befriended; the gorgeous goddess who’d brought the Magister into her world; the subject of r/ CultoftheMagister’s #1 post, a pornographic gif simply titled:

“Deeper Than Ever Before…My Unworthy Holes Serve My Master.”

Lily couldn’t resist clicking.

The post expanded, and there she was: Valerie, the Magister’s top Priestess, naked and kneeling in a bedroom filled with eye-insignia art and dark, flickering candles. Her flexing thighs straddled a massive, tentacle-shaped dildo, its subtly flared tip just barely kissing the lips of her flushed, glistening sex. She shot the camera a bleary glance, bright blue eyes clouded with arousal, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as a tremble of anticipation rippled across her smooth, bronze skin. Lily felt her own insides throb with sympathetic desire, her pulse pounding as she watched the blonde’s slow descent onto the monstrous appendage, its girth visibly stretching her statuesque body from the inside. By the time her dripping cunt reached the base, it was as if all sense and dignity had been forced from her head, her eyes rolling and tongue lolling with dumb, delirious pleasure.

It was too much. Lily’s fingers were between her legs before she could stop them, circling her swollen clit and pumping between her soaking folds. Her free hand sunk into the soft flesh of her tits, groping and squeezing, tugging and teasing, as if possessed by the same self-destructive desire displayed onscreen. No doubt, to an outside observer, Lily looked just as lost and lustful as Valerie. It didn’t matter. When the golden Priestess began grinding and humping her Master’s stand-in, Lily’s pleasure rose in perfect sync, a shivering moan escaping her lips right as the Priestess’s mouth opened in equivalent ecstasy.

That’s when the second tentacle entered the frame.

Lily couldn’t tell where it’d come from. Perhaps Valerie had attached the dildo to a remotely operable rig, or perhaps an assistant was maneuvering it off-screen. Whatever the trick, its execution was flawless, the fire in Lily surging as the long, wobbling tendril hovered before Valerie’s gaze. Her long lashes fluttered, a thin strand of drool slipped from her lips moments before they closed around the swaying sex-toy, servicing it as dutifully as if it really belonged to a god. In the same instant, a familiar cascade of colors began flowing over her eyes, a visual edit obviously added in post. But no less effective for it.

Lily was close. So close it was almost painful. The release she’d been resisting for so long was now on the verge of eruption. Her lips quivered with pitiful whines and panting breaths, electric arousal sparking across every inch of her flesh. It was positively mesmerizing, watching Valerie inhabit her darkest fantasies, mouth and pussy leaking as her throat bulged and insides worshipped her Master’s colossal, conquering cocks.

But even more arousing than the Priestess’s form was her utter, shameless abandonment. The Valerie from the beginning of the clip, the poised, elegant beauty that had approached Lily at the convention, was nowhere to be seen. In her place was a dumb, drooling breeder, a brainless bitch in heat, a slut with no other purpose beyond being a faithful fuck-pet for her Master. Crude moans and lewd slurps leaked from her mouth, saliva stringing and splattering her tits as she bounced and gagged. Pussy juice gushed violently when she came, her whole body convulsing with animalistic delight, her mindless humping slowing just enough for her cunt to recover before greedily sucking in its owner once again.

That’s what finally pushed Lily over the edge.

“Oh! Oooooaaaaahhhh!” Lily couldn’t stop herself from crying out. The powder keg of pleasure had finally popped, triggering an explosive chain reaction from her curling toes to her fluttering eyelids. Her voice rose until it was barely a squeak, the sound broken as her entire being shuddered with raw, uncontrollable ecstasy. She’d never experienced anything like it. Never before had an orgasm felt so ugly yet irresistible. Never before had she given into pleasure so fully, nor lost herself so completely.

She couldn’t wait to do it again.

By the time the aftershocks ceased, the gif she’d been watching had stopped. But Lily was only getting started. Far from satisfying her, this brief taste of forbidden pleasure had only heightened her appetite. There was no point in fighting anymore, nor denying what she now knew to be true. The Magister wasn’t her new nemesis—it was her new fetish. She wanted to struggle and lose. To watch the monster ravish her avatar and picture herself in its grasp. To indulge in the worst impulses of her imagination. To follow her fantasies to their darkest destinations.

Hours and orgasms blurred together as Lily’s descent into debauchery continued. Only when her hunger pangs become too strong to ignore did she extract herself from her sodden seat and stumble towards the kitchen. There was no time to cook—she could only spare the seconds needed to rip open a bag of chips, stuffing her face as she wobbled back towards her waiting desktop, her tongue licking flavored dust and sticky arousal from her fingers. She knew it was degrading. She knew it was disgraceful. She didn’t care.

The dam inside her had broken. There was no resisting the carnal current it had unleashed. The only question now was how far the black waves would carry her.

Lily couldn’t wait to find out.

To be continued...

This is Chapter 2 of an ongoing series. Chapter 1 can be read here.

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Sysadmin workers were supposed to be invisible, right?

So why was everyone staring at Lily?

Sidelong glances brushed down her back as she walked through the office, furtive eyes disappearing behind monitors and cubicle walls the moment she turned to catch them. Or at least, that’s how it seemed. There was a chance that she was simply being paranoid. Her day-to-day routine had been thrown into chaos lately, so it made sense that she’d be feeling a little on edge. That didn’t necessarily mean her coworkers were watching her every move—hell, it wasn’t like they’d shown much interest before.

Then again, she’d never shown up to work dressed like this.

Lily forced a swallow past her pounding pulse, remembering this time to smooth the tiny skirt beneath her thighs before sitting at her workstation. Nope, she wasn’t imagining it—the outfit was definitely drawing a lot of attention. How could it not? The black mini dress had been designed to stand out, its sparkly, flesh-hugging fabric the perfect lure for would-be companions on a crowded dance floor. These traits had seemed appealing back when Lily dreamt of discovering her inner-party animal, but those delusions had burned out even quicker than her photography aspirations, leaving the dress the languish in the back of her closet until…

Well, until she’d run out of anything else to wear.

Ears burning pink and legs crossing restlessly, Lily tried to block out the intrusive gazes and focus on her work. It wasn’t easy. The dress had been tight back in college, but now it felt fit to burst with every breath. Her voluminous bust jiggled and shimmied at the slightest shift, constantly threatening to pop free of its low-cut enclosure. Her usual nondescript jeans and hoodies had obscured the weight she’d gained since graduation, but now there was no hiding the slight bulge of her belly against the outfit’s midsection, nor the soft swell of her hips and thick expanse of her thighs. The only mercy the garb offered was just enough skirt to keep her safely covered, no matter how much the hem swished and swayed. She might look like a slutty club bunny, but at least no one would see her panties.

Or how wet they were.

She was reminded of this fact as she squirmed in her seat, the slick friction sparking dangerous heat in her core. What was going on? It wasn’t like her, getting so inexplicably aroused in the middle of the workday. Then again, it wasn’t like her to put off laundry until she was on her last pair of underwear. She’d never considered herself the most ambitious or driven person, but she was diligent. Consistent. Her comfort zone was a sacred space, her routines holy rituals that kept the madness of the outside world at bay. Deviations from day-to-day doctrines were risky, to be attempted only when the potential gain far outweighed the gamble. Like befriending Valerie, for example.

Though, now that Lily thought about it…wasn’t their meeting at the root of her current predicament?

“Hey, Lily?” a masculine voice broke through her thoughts.

“Huh?” the dazed nerd looked up from her desk, back abruptly straightening as she recognized her team lead’s bearded face hovering over her cubicle.

“How’s, uh, how’s it going?” Carter asked, his eyes flitting around her workspace, as if uncertain where to settle.

“G-good,” Lily squeaked. Oh God, was he going to ask for a progress report? Had he noticed how little work she’d actually accomplished today? Instinctively, she swiveled her chair in his direction, titling her shoulders back and offering a nice, pillowy landing pad for his roaming gaze, far away from the guilty glow of her monitor.

It worked. Behind his wire-frame spectacles, Carter’s pupils seemed magnetically pulled into the taut line of her cleavage. Lily could sense him lose his train of thought between her breasts, the exposed skin blushing in response. Ordinarily, she’d be hastily shielding herself from such scrutiny. But for some reason, today she didn’t mind letting the tall, flannel-clad man stare for a while. In fact…if he wanted to come closer for a better look…then maybe…

“Ahem.” Carter cleared his throat, seeming to regather his wits. “A-anyway, me and some of the others were thinking of um, doing like a happy hour thing after work. I know you don’t drink, but this new place has a lotta cool zero-proof options and I thought, maybe, you’d…be interested?”

Lily blinked. Wait, what was happening?

Was Carter…asking to hang out?

With her?

For fun?

Oh God. Oh shit. It was happening. The moment she’d been waiting for. A shot a redemption; a chance to set the record straight. Back when Lily had first started at the company, she’d been invited to a similar post-office outing, only to freak out and exclaim that she didn’t drink (a lie—she did, or would, in theory). Nearly every Friday since she’d spent simmering in regret, watching as her coworkers filed out for their regularly scheduled revelry, her brain spinning as it searched for a way to renounce her false sobriety without coming off as weird or dishonest. Alas, it seemed she would be forever trapped in the purgatory of her panicked pronouncement.

Or would she?

“You don’t have to come just ’cause it’s your boss asking,” Carter quickly amended. “If you’ve got other plans, or just need to crash at home I—”

“N-no!” Lily quickly interrupted. “It’s okay, I—”

Would love to come, was what her brain said at first.

But then she remembered.

The Mountain. The Magister. She’d been running that quest all week, dedicating every spare hour to defeating her indominable foe. Mornings began with some light grinding around the Stormbringer Catacombs, then at least one pre-work boss-run (though it usually turned into two). Her attempts continued almost immediately after returning home, and then again after a short break for food and chores (if she had time).

Even when not in-game, the Magister consumed her thoughts. As she ate breakfast, she mentally reviewed the creature’s attack patterns; at work, she surreptitiously made spreadsheets of spell costs and timings; over dinner, she pondered other possible class builds and stat buffs; in the shower, she reflected on her most recent defeat, remembering how it felt to watch her avatar fall to the Magister’s hypnotic influence, unable to resist as the tentacles seized her limbs and the colors filled her thoughts and…

Sometimes, these recollections ended with Lily discovering she’d been unconsciously groping her own breasts, her free fingers idly tracing the swollen, soaking lips between her legs. 

She tried not to wonder why that was.

“S-sorry,” she stammered, quickly turning from Carter’s gaze. “I forgot, I-I’m actually busy tonight.”

“Ah. No worries—I know this was kind of last minute.” He flashed a hopeful smile. “Maybe next time?”

“S-sure!” Lily forced a grin of her own. “Totally! I’m there.”

Carter departed with a wave, a gesture Lily vigorously mimicked until it threatened to slosh her tightly packed tits free. She quickly tucked herself back into place, face hot and head buzzing as it replayed the interaction over and over again. It’d gone well, right? She hadn’t been too weird, had she? Sure, she’d turned down a long-awaited invite to play an outdated MMO but…

…Wait, why exactly had she done that?

Lily sat back in her chair, an odd, airy sensation seeping into her skull. Moments like this were becoming more frequent, these inexplicable breaks from character followed by a sense of free-floating confusion. As always, it wasn’t long before her mind began to reorient, explanations and justifications growing like roots, twisting and pulling her back down to earth.

Of course she’d declined Carter’s invitation. Just receiving it was more than enough excitement for one day. If she actually went out—especially dressed like this—there was a chance the stimulation would be too much. Besides, she couldn’t risk letting her Realm skills grow rusty, not when she was so close to finally beating the Magister.

The Magister.

Yes…that was right. It only made sense to prioritize her current quest. Once she’d summitted that mountain, then she would finally be free.

Probably.

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There were many aspects of her recent behavior that Lily could shrug off.

But sometimes, the oddities added up.

It wasn’t concerning, for example, that she’d stripped naked the moment she got home; her dress had been squeezing her all day, and her panties were sopping past the point of comfort.

It wasn’t concerning that she felt no desire to seek out a change of clothes; she’d already run through most of her wardrobe and was more than comfortable spending the rest of the evening nude.

It wasn’t even concerning that she needed to find a clean towel for her gaming chair; that was only logical, given how much of a drippy, sticky mess she’d been.

However, when she failed find a fresh seat-covering and—rather than actually do her laundry—simply sniffed to find the least girl-spunk-scented option, well…

…That was maybe cause for some concern.

She could rationalize this course of action if she tried. Time doing laundry was time she couldn’t spend grinding “The Master of the Mountain.” And given how crowded the machines in her building could get, who knew how long the simple chore would take? It made sense, then, that she would settle for a less-than-perfectly clean towel and boot up Realms of Rinn anyway.

But…did it really?

Why did she feel so…compelled to return to her tentacled tormentor? How had this one quest become such a high priority? Lily had indulged in her share of hyper-fixations, but this was different. It was…dizzying. All-consuming. Inescapable. In some ways, it really did feel like the Magister had gotten into her head and taken control.

Taken…control. The Magister was…taking control…

Fuck, why did thinking about that make her feel so…

So…

The title screen for Realms of Rinn splashed across Lily’s monitor, jolting her from her daze. She hadn’t even realized she’d launched the game, but already her hands were going through the motions, logging in and spawning Lyra at her guild hall. Despite lingering unease, the compulsion to continue her quest was too strong to ignore, the fearful voice in Lily’s head quieting as she prepared for another boss run.

First, a quick check to see if Valerie was online. Nope—unavailable as always. For a woman who claimed to be a dedicated Walker, she didn’t seem to spend much time playing the game. Maybe she worked nights or something. Whatever. Lily could face the Magister alone.

In fact, in some ways…that might even be preferable…

Shaking free of that thought, Lily tabbed over to Lyra’s stat screen, frowning at the two new status ailments pinned to her profile:

>[Brainwashing – Lv. 1]: You can feel the Magister’s influence lingering in your mind, a psychic seed eager to sprout. Idle thoughts lead back to the monster’s lair, half-remembered dreams urging you to heed your Master’s call. You can resist it…but for long?

>[Mark of the Magister – Lv. 2]: There’s no ignoring the changes now. The crest on your womb grows warm every night, muddling your thoughts and sapping your strength. Your body is still your own, but it’s becoming something…else. Something less than what it once was. And yet so, so much more.

The first effect wasn’t much of a concern. As far as Lily could tell, “Brainwashing” just meant that Lyra’s hypno-meter filled faster than it used to, an annoyance that savvy play could manage. More concerning was the “Mark of the Magister” de-buff. Every time its level went up, Lyra’s stats changed in alarming ways, apparently reflecting her body’s ongoing corruption. Her intelligence and resistance were most significantly reduced, though the second stage had knocked a few points from her strength and dexterity as well. Interestingly, for every downgrade those attributes received, a corresponding increase appeared next to her vitality and charisma. It made her think back to the thralls the Magister always summoned, adventurers who’d succumbed to its control completely, becoming little more than defenseless incubators and HP pools.

If Lyra couldn’t achieve victory soon…would she end up like that too?

For some reason, Lily’s breath was beginning to tremble. A warm shiver traveled down her neck to her hips, bare thighs clenching as if to catch it. What was wrong with her? Why did the thought of her avatar’s downfall make her pulse race and heart flutter?

Maybe it was the thrill of such a novel, unexpected challenge. MMO’s rarely imposed irreversible consequences upon players, so of course Lily would react strongly to the sharp rise in stakes. What hardcore gamer wouldn’t find this exhilarating?

Swallowing this explanation, Lily withdrew the Magister’s Eye from her inventory. Cascades of color flooded her screen, a soft, relaxing sigh parting her lips. Awareness of the outside world dimmed as she fell into the rhythms of her quest, traipsing through the manor’s corridors on her way to the boss’s chamber. It was a routine so familiar it’d become almost trance-like, the only difference this time being an unexpected whisper at the back of her mind, questioning why she even bothered to fight in the first place. Wouldn’t it be quicker to just let her hypno-meter fill right away? It wasn’t like it would make much difference. She was going to end this session as the Magister’s docile, dull-eyed broodmare regardless—why put off the inevitable?

Lily bit her lip. She wasn’t sure where these insidious impulses were coming from. A part of her wondered if maybe the Magister really was manipulating her thoughts. But that was stupid.

This was just a game, after all.

By the time she reached the final door, Lily was practically panting with anticipation. Her face felt flushed, her hips rolling restlessly in her chair as she entered the boss chamber. She told herself it was just nerves, but that traitorous voice in her head begged to differ. Hadn’t she noticed how drenched the towel beneath her was? Didn’t she recognize the eager ache between her legs?

Wasn’t it obvious what was happening?

Such questions dogged and distracted Lily the whole fight, leading to her swiftest loss yet. It only took two Mind Melters for Lyra to succumb, her limbs falling limp and jaw going slack as she staggered helplessly into the Magister’s waiting arms.

Lily sat back in her chair, sucking air between her teeth.

Defeated.

She was utterly, hopelessly defeated.

So why did she feel so…so…

Excited?

It was happening again. The tentacles wrapping around her avatar; the mesmerizing colors filling the screen; the sounds of cloth tearing and flesh slapping as Lyra was bound and broken for her Master’s pleasure. Like every time before, there was nothing Lily could do but watch. Only now, there was none of the horror she’d felt during past playthroughs. It had transformed, melting and morphing into something…different. An urge she refused to acknowledge. A burning itch she couldn’t bring herself to scratch. A dark desire she would deny no matter how badly it twisted inside her.

Or so she’d believed. Until she felt her hand drift from her mouse; until her fingers began sliding up her thigh towards the warm, waiting folds of her pussy. She let out a helpless whimper, her half-lidded eyes full of dazzling, swirling color, the wet moans and sighs of her avatar echoing in her ears.

Was it finally happening?

Was she actually going to do it? Give in to the forces she’d tried so hard to fight? Embrace her failure in the most humiliating way possible?

Do it. The wicked whisper demanded. Yield to your nature.

“Ooooouughhhhh…” Lily shuddered as the animalistic exultation escaped her. Her fingers stroked and circled her dripping sex, eager to rub the last of her dignity away, to assist in her pathetic, degrading surrender. Hot, horrible pleasure throbbed through her insides, arching her back and squeezing a pitiful whine from her lips. Her eyes rolled back as she rode the roiling waves, yet she could still see her avatar writhing on the Magister’s tentacles, could still feel those blazing colors branding themselves into her brain.

Then they were gone.

Lily blinked, dazed and delirious, her muzzy mind taking several seconds to process the “WALKER DEFEATED” menu on her screen. The greedy emptiness within her pulsed, unsated. She whimpered, drawing her fingers up her swollen, sensitive lips, only to grit her teeth and slide her shaking hand free. Her hips rose, her cunt clenching on the edge of orgasm, begging for satisfaction. But Lily held back, all her willpower focused on keeping her hands at her sides, fists balling as she fought through disorienting, mortifying embarrassment.

What the hell was wrong with her? Had she actually almost made herself cum…to losing an MMO boss fight?

The flustered nerd closed her eyes, struggling to get her breath under control. It felt like she was standing on the brink of a precipitous fall, her balance so precarious that a single misplaced thought could send her tumbling over the edge. She knew what awaited her at the bottom: the awful truth. The reality that she’d climbed a mountain of excuses to escape. Even now, heart racing and flesh trembling, fingers glistening with irrefutable evidence, she just couldn’t bring herself to believe it.

It wasn’t possible. There was no way that the real reason Lily had spent so many hours on this quest, the real reason why she’d put off chores, proper hygiene, and long-awaited socialization wasn’t because she was desperate to defeat the Magister. It was because what she actually wanted was…was…

No. No no no. That wasn’t right. Lily had her share of personality flaws, but being a masochistic, monster-fucking gooner was not one of them. This was just…a lapse in judgement. A hormonal imbalance. Sublimated excitement and frustration from her missed connections with Valerie. It didn’t matter; Lily’s goal remained the same. Defeat the Magister. Break its hold on her thoughts. Prove that all the time and effort she’d spent wasn’t due to some subconscious sexual obsession. This was a struggle for victory, not a fucked up new fetish.

Lily needed to win. But to do so, there was another line she would have to cross:

Asking for help.

Lips pressed into a grimace, the reluctant gamer opened her in-game messages, scrolling back to the one reply Valerie had ever sent. As usual, she’d claimed to be too busy to party up, but had offered something else as compensation: a link to a subreddit dedicated to this quest. “In case you need some pointers ;),” the accompanying text read.

Despite its friendly tone, the message had irked Lily. When it came to Realms of Rinn, she’d always prided herself on being a self-made expert. Sure, she’d watched a few tutorials to get started, but never had she needed a guide to defeat a difficult boss or dungeon. She’d earned her endgame build through hard work and dedication, thank you very much. Still, in light of her current situation, she supposed accepting outside assistance was (barely) preferable to admitting she was insatiably horny for an MMO monster. So…

Gritting her teeth and holding her breath, Lily clicked on the link.

What she saw made her eyes widen in shock. R/ CultoftheMagister wasn’t a gaming subreddit. Not in any serious sense of the term.

It was a porn subreddit.

Mouth open and mind reeling, Lily plumbed the forum’s depths with morbid fascination, her screen consumed by an endless feed of Magister-centric smut. There were drawings and 3D-renderings, erotic fiction and steamy confessionals, live-action clips and CG gifs galore. The quality varied from post to post, but the passion on display did not. Every user performed as though actually in a cult, gleefully discussing their deepening corruption and dedication to their Master. The most popular accounts were, of course, the subreddit’s “Priestesses,” female creators who glorified the demonic god with their bodies and proudly shared the results. Among their number, there was one who rose above the rest, whose posts consistently raked in thousands upon thousands of upvotes, whose face and name Lily recognized with a gasp:

Valerie.

The first fellow Walker Lily had ever befriended; the gorgeous goddess who’d brought the Magister into her world; the subject of r/ CultoftheMagister’s #1 post, a pornographic gif simply titled:

“Deeper Than Ever Before…My Unworthy Holes Serve My Master.”

Lily couldn’t resist clicking.

The post expanded, and there she was: Valerie, the Magister’s top Priestess, naked and kneeling in a bedroom filled with eye-insignia art and dark, flickering candles. Her flexing thighs straddled a massive, tentacle-shaped dildo, its subtly flared tip just barely kissing the lips of her flushed, glistening sex. She shot the camera a bleary glance, bright blue eyes clouded with arousal, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as a tremble of anticipation rippled across her smooth, bronze skin. Lily felt her own insides throb with sympathetic desire, her pulse pounding as she watched the blonde’s slow descent onto the monstrous appendage, its girth visibly stretching her statuesque body from the inside. By the time her dripping cunt reached the base, it was as if all sense and dignity had been forced from her head, her eyes rolling and tongue lolling with dumb, delirious pleasure.

It was too much. Lily’s fingers were between her legs before she could stop them, circling her swollen clit and pumping between her soaking folds. Her free hand sunk into the soft flesh of her tits, groping and squeezing, tugging and teasing, as if possessed by the same self-destructive desire displayed onscreen. No doubt, to an outside observer, Lily looked just as lost and lustful as Valerie. It didn’t matter. When the golden Priestess began grinding and humping her Master’s stand-in, Lily’s pleasure rose in perfect sync, a shivering moan escaping her lips right as the Priestess’s mouth opened in equivalent ecstasy.

That’s when the second tentacle entered the frame.

Lily couldn’t tell where it’d come from. Perhaps Valerie had attached the dildo to a remotely operable rig, or perhaps an assistant was maneuvering it off-screen. Whatever the trick, its execution was flawless, the fire in Lily surging as the long, wobbling tendril hovered before Valerie’s gaze. Her long lashes fluttered, a thin strand of drool slipped from her lips moments before they closed around the swaying sex-toy, servicing it as dutifully as if it really belonged to a god. In the same instant, a familiar cascade of colors began flowing over her eyes, a visual edit obviously added in post. But no less effective for it.

Lily was close. So close it was almost painful. The release she’d been resisting for so long was now on the verge of eruption. Her lips quivered with pitiful whines and panting breaths, electric arousal sparking across every inch of her flesh. It was positively mesmerizing, watching Valerie inhabit her darkest fantasies, mouth and pussy leaking as her throat bulged and insides worshipped her Master’s colossal, conquering cocks.

But even more arousing than the Priestess’s form was her utter, shameless abandonment. The Valerie from the beginning of the clip, the poised, elegant beauty that had approached Lily at the convention, was nowhere to be seen. In her place was a dumb, drooling breeder, a brainless bitch in heat, a slut with no other purpose beyond being a faithful fuck-pet for her Master. Crude moans and lewd slurps leaked from her mouth, saliva stringing and splattering her tits as she bounced and gagged. Pussy juice gushed violently when she came, her whole body convulsing with animalistic delight, her mindless humping slowing just enough for her cunt to recover before greedily sucking in its owner once again.

That’s what finally pushed Lily over the edge.

“Oh! Oooooaaaaahhhh!” Lily couldn’t stop herself from crying out. The powder keg of pleasure had finally popped, triggering an explosive chain reaction from her curling toes to her fluttering eyelids. Her voice rose until it was barely a squeak, the sound broken as her entire being shuddered with raw, uncontrollable ecstasy. She’d never experienced anything like it. Never before had an orgasm felt so ugly yet irresistible. Never before had she given into pleasure so fully, nor lost herself so completely.

She couldn’t wait to do it again.

By the time the aftershocks ceased, the gif she’d been watching had stopped. But Lily was only getting started. Far from satisfying her, this brief taste of forbidden pleasure had only heightened her appetite. There was no point in fighting anymore, nor denying what she now knew to be true. The Magister wasn’t her new nemesis—it was her new fetish. She wanted to struggle and lose. To watch the monster ravish her avatar and picture herself in its grasp. To indulge in the worst impulses of her imagination. To follow her fantasies to their darkest destinations.

Hours and orgasms blurred together as Lily’s descent into debauchery continued. Only when her hunger pangs become too strong to ignore did she extract herself from her sodden seat and stumble towards the kitchen. There was no time to cook—she could only spare the seconds needed to rip open a bag of chips, stuffing her face as she wobbled back towards her waiting desktop, her tongue licking flavored dust and sticky arousal from her fingers. She knew it was degrading. She knew it was disgraceful. She didn’t care.

The dam inside her had broken. There was no resisting the carnal current it had unleashed. The only question now was how far the black waves would carry her.

Lily couldn’t wait to find out.

To be continued...