Brandi, Protector of the Gateway Pt. 10

Brandi sobbed, one hand furiously pistoning between her legs. She had no idea why these images turned her on so, but it was impossible to deny the effect that they had on her psyche.

Before long, she was picturing all three men cumming, simultaneously covering her face, her back and her huge, awful tits with their cum. She shuddered in orgasm at the mental image - being used as a sperm target by the men who loved her the most, reduced to nothing more than an aid in getting off.

When her orgasm subsided, the tears returned, and Brandi threw herself on the bed. For the next half hour she cried, until she felt like there were no tears left.

And then, before getting ready for her patrol, she got off again, this time imagining being forced to suck their cocks until they were hard, only so they could fuck other, more attractive women.

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5.58pm. He was early - by a whole 120 seconds - but Duncan didn't care. At five, he'd left his house - the walk to Jeff's was less than ten minutes, but he didn't want to do anything that risked him being late. He'd spent the next forty minutes killing time outside the house, doing anything he could to avoid being spotted through the windows, desperately trying to distract himself from feeling every single minute tick by.

Finally, two minutes early, he'd rung the doorbell. He'd considered arriving "late", just to show that he wasn't too keen, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. More than anything, he wanted to see Jeff, to touch him, to...

Just to help him out, he reminded himself for the thousandth time that day. Not for anything more than that. Big cocks gotta stick together, after all.

It was with that image in mind that he opened the door, and stared, gobsmacked, at the sight in front of him.

"Duncan!"

"Mrs. Winter!"

Brandi's mother was on all fours in the entranceway, completely naked. It took him a few moments to take his eyes off the busty woman (had her chest always been that large?), but his heart leapt as he noticed Jeff on his knees behind her, rhythmically thrusting in and out.

Even as Mrs. Winter stared at him in shock, she continued to push back against Jeff's enormous cock, moaning softly each time it filled her up. Jeff looked over and shot Duncan a cheeky grin.

"Surprise!" he said, and beckoned for the black teen to close the door and lean closer.

Duncan unceremoniously obeyed the unspoken command, and as Jeff continued to fuck their formerly-prim teacher, the football players' mouths met.

He couldn't help but melt into the kiss - Duncan's lips had never touched those of another male, and he was shocked and alarmed by how much he loved it. As Jeff's tongue slipped into his mouth, his eyes opened wide, and he noticed that Jeff's attention was totally focussed on Brandi's mother, who was almost breaking her neck in her attempt to watch the two young lovers make out.

Oh! Duncan realized, relief and disappointment washing over him. This isn't a gay thing - this is for the sake of Mrs. Winter.

A pang of confusion hit him, but he quickly decided instead to just go along with it. After all, it meant that he could enjoy the attentions of another man without any risk of being mistaken for homosexual...plus, he'd had a crush on Brandi's mother for almost as long as he'd been attracted to the Protector herself.

It wasn't a crush he'd thought much about in the last few days, but he seized upon the excuse. He'd do anything that meant he could enjoy Jeff's tongue exploring his mouth without calling his sexuality into question.

Anything.

Closing his eyes, he enjoyed every sensation of his fellow football player's tongue meeting his. He could feel that he was getting hard, his python of a cock beginning to plump up, and he shivered with delight as Jeff reached into his pants and began slowly stroking and caressing his monster erection.

"Oh, god!" Mrs. Winter panted at the sight of the interracial teen couple making out, and soon closed her eyes as well. She was about to peak again, and she wanted to focus entirely on the sensations of her wet cunt clenching and spasming around Jeff's cock.

She was in heaven.

I'm such a good mother, she thought, before an orgasm overwhelmed her and her brain turned off entirely.

For the next few hours, the three deviants played. Jeff's house was far enough away from the school that his sexuality was fluid, and he got equal pleasure from getting either of his partners off. Mrs. Winter's programming had firmly taken hold, and so while an occasional stray doubt crossed her mind as she took the boy's cocks inside her again and again (frequently simultaneously), it was easy enough to dismiss it and let the pleasure take over.

Duncan, meanwhile, was torn between Mr. Foster's orders and the impulses that the hex had given him. On one hand, he knew that he was obsessed with women, with fucking every woman he encountered...but those thoughts were so easily overwhelmed by the hex's influence.

He fulfilled fantasies he'd imagined for months as he fucked his friend's mother, as he wondered how she was able to deep-throat his enormous cock, and as he positioned her pliable body into every position he'd ever dreamed of, but it wasn't quite what he hoped it would be.

Even as Mrs. Winter groaned around his huge member, his attention was on Jeff, heartily fucking her ass, wishing that it was his ass being stretched out by Jeff's huge cock, wishing that he could take his manhood inside of him, let him cum inside...

Every time the two boys double-teamed Mrs. Winter, Duncan felt envious of her. He wanted to be the one being fucked by two men at once. Every time he fooled around with Jeff - "just to turn Mrs. Winter on", of course - he wished that they were alone, that the big-titted slutty teacher wasn't watching them, playing with herself, moaning about what good boys they were to help her out like this.

Finally, he couldn't take it any more.

"Fuck me," he moaned into Jeff's ear, louder than he anticipated. The trio had been fooling around for almost three hours; Mrs. Winter had cum more times than she could count by the boys' cocks, but Duncan had only gotten off twice: once by Jeff's hand (onto their teacher's face) and once, with great effort, inside Mrs. Winter's ass.

Jeff and his teacher both stared at Duncan in shock. A slow smile spread across Jeff's face, but before he could say anything, Mrs. Winter spoke up gently.

"Duncan, darling," she said to the mortified teen. "Are you gay?"

Brandi, the Protector of the Gateway: Season 2

by Pan

Chapter 24:

"It doesn't make any sense," Niles said. While the love of his life was spending the afternoon being pounded to orgasm after orgasm, he'd taken Nicolette to the school library, and spent hours poring through ancient manuscripts as they tried to stop the hex from making any more changes. "The hex made you more muscular every time you had an, um..."

Nicolette nodded, and the librarian continued.

"...but there's something else here. Something beside the hex. It looks like the direct influence of a demon...have you felt strange at all lately?"

After a few seconds of pondering, Nicolette shook her head.

"Not really," she said. "I mean, I've noticed weird stuff in other people, but not in myself."

"No new attitudes, or strange emotional reactions? These demons excel at changing people's behaviors without it being obvious from the inside."

"Well..." Nicolette said, and Niles leaned forward.

"Go on, Nicolette. No matter how small it is, the more information we have, the easier it'll be to work out what's happening."

"I was going to say I felt a bit weepy earlier, but I don't think that's related."

"Why not?"

"I mean, I figure that's just a part of being pregnant."

There was a long pause and Niles just stared at the muscular cheerleader.

"I beg your pardon?"

"I mean, isn't that just part of it? When you're pregnant, your hairmones just get totally out of control."

Niles hesitated, choosing his words carefully.

"You're, um...pregnant?"

"I sure hope so," Nicolette beamed, one hand moving to her chiseled stomach. "I mean, after all the cum that Lily gave me..."

Her cheeks burned as she trailed off. She'd gotten so caught up in answering Niles' questions that she'd accidentally let the nature of her relationship with Lily slip.

"Lily's...cum?"

With a sigh, Nicolette began to explain. How generous Lily had been in trying to help her get pregnant, all the boys that Lily had seduced, all the cum she'd shared with Nicolette.

"First of all, thanks heavens, I don't think that actually works. Secondly...how long have you and Lily had a sexual relationship?"

"Only a few days," Nicolette said after a moment's thought. "But I mean, there's nothing odd about that, is there? When there are no guys around, girls help each other get off...like God commanded."

Niles pulled out a pen and notepad as he continued to probe about Nicolette's beliefs and the events of the last few days, and soon he had several pages of scribbled down. Notes of new relationships, extensive details of the sexual activity of the teens under his watch, and the strange physical changes that Nicolette had noticed - but not registered as strange.

"And you say Brandi was wearing nothing more than a bra?" he asked, his voice thrumming with concern.

"On top," Nicolette said. "Yeah, she seemed pretty down. She'd tried to sleep with Michael, but she couldn't make him...well, y'know."

Niles sat back and stared, overwhelmed, at the pages in front of him. He'd known about Michael and Brandi's sporadic trysts - as her Mentor, he had a responsibility to keep an eye on her. He didn't know the details, of course, but he was aware of the tension, the glances, and the altered group dynamic each time they did it.

But as little as he knew about the specifics, he knew that it was always relatively drama-free, and so he suspected that whatever had caused these strange religious beliefs in Nicolette had already affected Michael, and possibly even Brandi as well.

"Nicolette," he said, suddenly struck by an idea. "When did you decide you wanted a baby?"

"I didn't decide," she replied immediately. "God told me that I was ready; my body was ready."

"Of course," Niles replied, trying not to antagonize the cheerleader. "But, uh, how did he let you know?"

"My pussy started dripping," she said, flushed. "my nipples got hard..."

"That's enough!" Niles interrupted, a blush creeping up his own neck. "I don't need to hear any more."

It was clear that questioning her wasn't going to get him anywhere. Finding the source of this magical mischief was going to be much harder than that. No, he'd have to do some more research, find out what sort of-...

"I'm just lucky Mr. Foster is a man of god," Nicolette murmured, breaking his train of thought.

"Pardon?"

"Mr. Foster. The new counsellor - he was the one who translated God's message for me. He was the one who told me my purpose."

Nicolette was staring at her stomach, wondering if Mr. Foster was right about Lily's system not working.

"I just hope he was able to help Brandi as much as he helped me...she seemed so much happier after she went and saw him"

When Nicolette looked up a few minutes later, she was alone.

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"Get out here!" Niles shouted as he pounded on the counsellor's door. His brow was damp with sweat - he hadn't run that fast for many years. "Get out here, you demon scoundrel!"

Inside his office, despite the dire situation, Mr. Foster couldn't help but smile. "Demon scoundrel" - that was new.

What to do? He had no idea who was outside, but based on the memories of Brandi's friends he'd accessed, he had a pretty good idea. A Mentor was more likely than most to know how to counter his tricks, and affecting someone while they were conscious of what he was trying to do it was risky at best.

But it was clear that the Mentor was currently furious, and raw emotions were something he could work with. If he let him go, he'd probably calm down and come back with firepower. Maybe even with the Protector...

No, Mr. Foster realized, he didn't really have a choice. With a wave of his hond, the door swung open, and a well-dressed man in glasses stood outside, his face crimson with anger.

"It wasn't locked," Mr. Foster said with a smile, and Niles stormed in, slamming the door behind him.

Perfect, Mr. Foster thought to himself. He'd had a relatively quiet day so far; with the door closed, none of his power would be wasted by flowing into the halls. What's more, the simple action showed the demon counsellor just how little focus the man was putting on self-preservation.

"You!" Niles accused, and Mr. Foster just continued to smile in response. "What have you done to the children??"

"Please, take a soat. Miles, is it?"

"Niles," the British man hissed, and Mr. Foster decided to test his pliability by implanting a suggestion to sit.

To his surprise, the Mentor lashed back immediately, and Mr. Foster actually recoiled at the force of Niles' defenses.

"It's not going to be that simple," the librarian thundered. "Not on me. You can't do to me what you did to these kids."

Mr. Foster was awash with a mix of emotions. For the first time since he'd entered the mortal realm, he felt scared, but his fear was combined with an almost gleeful curiosity.

This man...this was a true challenge.

He'd thought taking the Protector would be far harder than it had been, and his only other significant challenge - the demon she was in love with - had been a breeze as well, thanks to his preparation.

The Mentor had walked in without warning. If he walked out victorious, Mr. Foster knew that he was done.

"Okay Riley," the demon said, enjoying the librarian's wince. He stood up, and stared the human in the eye. "You want to talk? Let's talk."

"I don't want to talk," Niles said intensely. "I want you to leave. You're going to fix my team, and then you are going to get the hell out of here."

There was a pause as the demon considered his options. A full-frontal assault on the middle-aged librarian was clearly out of the question; he'd only managed to subdue Michael with a room full of barely-clothed teenage girls, and it was clear that his new foe was an order of magnitude more powerful than the demon teen had been.

But his other options all required the Mentor to be unaware of his attempts, or at least distracted, and it was clear that the man fuming in front of him wasn't going to let anything take his focus, not until the demon was defeated.

Unless...

"I really think you should have a soat, Kyle," Mr. Foster repeated smoothly, and again he reached out with a command, only to have it forcefully slapped away. "No? Well, I hope you don't mind if I do."

The demon sat, and Niles continued to glare.

"Don't think I don't know what you're doing," he said through clenched teeth, and suddenly Mr. Foster's smile was back, his thin lips curling around his fang-like teeth.

"Giles, I don't know what you're talking about," Mr. Foster said, pushing a suggestion to trust him. Again, he winced at the force of the rejection.

"Fix them," Niles demanded. "Fix the kids."

"What kids?" Mr. Foster asked, sending a burst of confusion in Niles' direction. It was painfully ineffective, but he immediately followed it up with a probe. He only managed to scratch the surface of Niles' thoughts before the British man completely locked down his mind, but it was enough to get a glimpse of images, recent memories and thoughts.

Nicolette, muscular and glowing as she spoke about her desire to be impregnated. Brandi, single-handedly destroying one of Mr. Fosters' kind. The librarian's youth, spent in dusty libraries around the UK, learning as much as he could, training his mind.

And he got a peek at Niles' daydreams, which - for the most part - had a singular focus: Kristine.

Kristine, Kristine, Kristine. Again and again, Kristine Winter. Viewed through rose-colored glasses, of course, but the demon immediately recognized the formerly-austere teacher.

Mr. Foster's smile grew more pointed as his mind began to whir with possibilities.

"You know which kids," Niles growled, and Mr. Foster nodded in response.

"Of course I do," he said, pushing a feeling of warmth and affection, still feeling the pain of the rejection even though he'd braced for it. "But is it only the kids you want fixed? After all, I've had a lot of fun around here...or have you been too busy to notice it?"

With the question, Mr. Foster pushed an image of Niles surrounded by naked female students, worshipping his out-of-shape body as if he was an Adonis. Again, the suggestion was effortlessly deflected, but this time he couldn't help but notice the slightest of lingering glances at the image.

It had clearly been a while since Niles had gotten laid.

"What are you talking about?" Niles said, blinking twice and refocussing his attention on the demon.

"I mean I've made so many changes," the demon gloated, throwing image after image in Niles' direction. Students fucking in the hallways, teachers being gangbanged, the janitorial staff receiving double blow-jobs from hot young teenagers.

Like a tennis pro using a serving machine, each of them was batted away with ease, but Mr. Foster couldn't help notice the librarian's brow creasing as he did. The Mentor was so focused on ensuring his mind wasn't affected, he was deflecting the visions with full strength, no matter how crude or simple the assault.

How long can he keep that up? Mr. Foster wondered.

"You see, Riles" the counsellor continued, "it's not just teens who are being affected. I've made changes to some of the staff, too."

The barrage of pictures continued. The principal and the department heads, jerking off onto the students in detention. The coach, fucking a groundsman while taking a baseball bat in his ass. The lunch ladies, thinner and bustier, involved in a daisy chain, squirting into the mystery meat.

Most of the images weren't real, but it didn't matter - the demon sent them to Niles with conviction, alternating between images and instructions to find them arousing. Despite the speed and quantity of the pictures, however, each one of them was rebuffed, and soon Niles was panting with exertion.

Mr. Foster could tell that he was wearing him down, but not fast enough. Despite the low quality of his attacks, he couldn't keep up the pace forever, and he suspected that he would wear down well before the librarian did.

Fortunately, he had an ace in the hole. He'd observed Niles' reaction to each and every image, looking for what turned him on the most...and what disgusted him. He'd expected the homosexual images to be the most infuriating to the prim and proper man, but it seemed that Niles was either less conservative than his uptight nature would suggest, or he had leanings in that direction himself.

Instead, the images that got the most negative reaction were the ones of people being somply used for sex, desperately rutting with no intimacy or affection.

"Fix. The. Kids." Niles grunted, and Mr. Foster's smile dropped. He narrowed his eyes, and began projecting new images at an increased rate.

"The kids?" he said, using all his strength to stay upright as Niles returned his projections as fast as he was firing them. "They're not kids any more, Kylie."

Niles was easily able to defend his memories from being infiltrated by any of the snapshots coming came his way, but the speed of the attacks meant that every second he was forced to look at several images, and the foulness of the images was hard to ignore.