Brandi, Protector of the Gateway Pt. 13

The previous day, Michael had opened the door to find Nicolette standing there, a look of burning lust in her eyes.

"Oh," he'd said, and Nicolette recoiled slightly at the disappointment in his voice.

"Oh?" she said, and the provocative pose she'd struck for him drooped slightly.

"Sorry," Michael replied. "I didn't mean...you'd better come in."

Nicolette was wearing a pink teddy, the sexiest outfit she owned. The effect had been more pronounced when she had a bust to fill it out, but as she'd walked across town, the cheerleader had still attracted enough attention to be sure that Michael would notice her.

She'd thought. As it happened, she might as well have worn a sack.

The demon football player didn't even seem to be able to look at her as she crossed her legs, sitting across from him on the couch. All she wanted was his attention...no, that wasn't true.

All she wanted was his thick demon cock, his hands on her nipples, another of the rolling orgasms he'd brought her to the previous night. She wanted him to hold her down and dominate her.

Instead, he seemed to be hell-bent on moping.

As much as Nicolette was desperate to be roughly fucked again (like she'd been dreaming of all night), she could tell that Michael was struggling. Hearing him out was the right thing to do.

Plus, once he was feeling better, he might pin her against the wall and pump her full of his demon seed.

"It's Brandi," he said, and it was all the cheerleader could do not to roll her eyes in response. It was always Brandi. It was like the whole damned town revolved around her.

"Go on," she said gently, hoping that her voice didn't give away her frustration with the blonde, boyfriend-stealing bimbo.

"I love her."

Nicolette grimaced, but Michael didn't notice.

He'd done it. He'd said it out loud.

Not to her, admittedly, but still...he'd said it.

Now he needed to find his love and say the words to her directly.

"I have to go," he murmured, and before Nicolette could respond he was out the door, heading straight for Brandi's house.

The cheerleader wanted to punch the wall with frustration. She needed to be fucked, to feel the demon's muscular body pressing against hers, to bathe in his scent.

As she looked around, a smile slowly crept onto her face. Yes, she'd just been rejected...and no, it obviously wouldn't be the same...but here she was, in Michael's house, surrounded by his stuff.

Surrounded by his musk.

She could lay naked on his bed and get herself off, his demon pheromones filling her nostrils.

And then, she could take a jersey or a sports jacket - something that was distinctly his. The next she saw Brandi, she could make sure to be casually wearing it.

That would show her.

But for now, she had an appointment with Michael's bed and her own fingers. An appointment that - judging by how turned on she was - could take a few hours.

###

As Michael marched across town, his distance from Antioch High grew. Mr. Foster's instructions faded slightly, and he became increasingly disappointed with his own actions over the last few days.

*You were never really dating Brandi," he tried to tell himself, but even in his own head, he knew that didn't justify his actions. He loved her - he'd loved her since they'd first met. Being with Rita had been wrong. On some level, he'd always known that, even as they were knocking demonic boots.

But over the last few days, he'd gone completely out of control.

Almost overnight, every girl at their school seemed to have gone through a growth spurt; everywhere he looked, he'd seen boobs and butts and girls relentlessly flirting with him.

He should have resisted. He could have resisted. But instead, as though on some kind of desperate mission to prove something, he'd accepted every come-on and fucked every girl who had so much as looked sideways at him.

Over the last few days, he'd lost count of how many sexually-charged teenage girls he'd brought to orgasm after screaming orgasm. He knew that there had been more than a dozen teachers in there as well (although not Mrs. Winter, of course - even then, he'd known that would be crossing a line) and he was confident that each and every one of them had walked away, fully aware of the true superiority of demons.

Why? he asked himself. Why did that suddenly become so important to me?

Michael resented his banishment - not because he'd particularly loved the Demon Realm, but because of what an effective punishment it was. Cursed to decades as a high-school student. He'd thought he was getting off lightly, until the first week of school had finished and he'd realized he was cursed to live a life of mediocrity for many years to come.

Finding Brandi had been a blessing for a few reasons. Firstly, as he'd finally been able to vocalize, he loved her.

He loved her.

She was smart, generous, driven - and they clicked.

Secondly, it gave him a way to fight back against the society that had banished him to what felt like an eternity of high-school.

But more than that, more than even his love for Brandi, it had given him focus.

His days were no longer filled with teenage banality, watching the clock and waiting for football practice to begin (the only part of his human existence that he truly enjoyed) - now, he scanned for threats, came up with strategies to take them down. He was useful - more than that, he was necessary.

And so, for the first time since it had appeared, his sudden desire to prove the superiority of demons struck him as odd.

Michael had found a purpose. He'd found a gorgeous woman to share that purpose with. And he'd thrown it all away, without even knowing why.

Arriving at Brandi's house, he tucked that thought away to unpack later, and knocked twice on the wooden door.

He was going to win his love back. After that, they could work out where these strange urges were coming from...together. As a team.

As a couple.

###

Kristine had begun pottering around the house after Duncan had left, doing all the little chores that need to be done over the weekend. In the back of her mind, however, a worry was consistently niggling.

I hope Brandi's okay, she thought to herself.

That had been a recurring thought ever since she'd first learned that her daughter was the Protector of the Gateway, chosen by destiny to be the one to stop Antioch from being taken over by demon hordes.

Her teenage daughter was always stressed, always busy. Her grades had slipped, and she regularly came home with bruises and cuts. She'd fall into bed, and bounce up the next day, only to return with more.

But over the past few days, something had been...different. Distracted though Kristine had been, she'd noticed it. Glimpses of Brandi's face in the school's hallways on Friday had shown Kristine a look of worry that wasn't there before, and the girl had barely been home all weekend.

Unfortunately for Kristine, a worry for her daughter was the exact foothold that Mr. Foster's orders needed to take hold.

I need to be a good mother, Kristine thought as she folded laundry. A good mother gets fucked at least once a day.

And I have, she reminded herself proudly. Duncan took care of that for me. And he's a gay!

She wandered into the garden, not even noticing her neighbor's lustful gaze as she began trimming the roses. Not that it would have meant much if she had - her neighbor was at least thirty, far too old for what she needed.

At least once, she thought. During the week, I was managing to find two or three boys to take care of my needs daily.

I want to be the best mother I can be.

The thought grew and grew in her head, feasting on her worry for her daughter. She wanted to be a good mother, and that meant getting fucked, being fucked multiple times a day.

And so far today, she'd only been fucked once.

What was she thinking?

Abruptly dropping the secateurs, she rushed back into the house. She needed to get fucked. She needed a teenage boy to come around and give it to her, hard.

It was the only way to help Brandi.

Pulling out her phone book, she started going through her contacts. Who did she know with a teenage son, and what excuse could she give for inviting them around?

Since moving to Antioch, Kristine hadn't made very many friends - a few teachers from school, a neighbor or two.

Niles...

Her finger paused over the Mentor's name. He wasn't a teenager, of course, and so not at all helpful in this situation...but she did miss him, if she was being honest with herself. If only he was just a few decades younger...

As she stared wistfully at the librarian's name, the doorbell rang.

Kristine knew it wasn't Brandi - her daughter had her own key to the house. A few possibilities popped into her head - Duncan, back for some reason. Lily, looking for her daughter.

Niles...

One person who she hadn't considered was Michael, another of Brandi's friends. But as soon as she laid eyes on the handsome young football player, she realized just how attractive he was.

Attractive...and young.

"Come on in," she purred, and before Michael knew what was happening, her tongue was in his mouth, inadvertently transferring Mr. Foster's suggestions.

For Brandi...

Michael's guilt over cheating on his on-again, off-again lover faded. This, fucking her mother: this, he was doing it for her.

This was for Brandi.

###

As the clock struck midnight, Mr. Foster finally stopped the ritual.

He'd been chanting and gesturing for the past twenty-four hours straight, and his human form was completely exhausted. Fortunately, the next day was Sunday - not a day that demons typically get much done anyway.

He could sleep all day, while the ritual continued. And then, come Monday, he would have power greater than any demon in the history of Antioch.

Enough power to do what so many before him had failed to do. Enough power...to open the Gateway.

All he'd need was a key.

###

"And, of course, we need to work out what's happening," Niles said, adjusting his cock.

He'd hoped that the group of teens wouldn't notice - he'd intended it to be a subtle motion - but the British man had failed to account for the fact that most of them were completely sex-obsessed, and all but one of them were specifically fixated on cock.

Niles tried not to think about how easy it would be to remove his pants, and order the group of teens sitting in front of him to worship his cock.

They deserve to be taken, he thought angrily, and it was only by closing his eyes and breathing deeply that he managed to chase the thought - and the fury - away.

It had taken him a while to recognize that something was different, something had changed. It was after he'd coated Rita with a load of cum and sneeringly ordered Duncan to eat it off her that he'd realized he was perhaps acting slightly out of character.

He and Duncan had sat down and nutted it out (taking occasional breaks for Duncan to eat his ass out, as punishment for whenever the black teen said anything particularly stupid or unhelpful) and decided that his dominant tendencies probably weren't new, but his explosive anger certainly was.

"Of course," Brandi agreed, her boobs bouncing as she nodded. Niles tried desperately not to stare at them, but it was a real challenge - they were new, of that he was sure. He would have noticed his protege's breasts being larger than her head.

Wouldn't he?

That was the trouble with supernatural memory meddling - it was hard to tell which thoughts were new and which weren't.

Niles knew that Brandi - as the Protector - was immune to having her memory altered...but then, she should have been immune to her faculties being lowered as well, and it was becoming increasingly clear that the blonde teen was now as dumb as a bag of rocks.

Dumb rocks.

For instance - and Niles felt his anger rising towards her, even as he knew that it wasn't her fault - it was clear that Brandi wasn't really listening. Her eyes had glazed over as soon as Niles had moved a hand towards his pants, and she was probably now imagining kneeling in front of him, her mouth gaping open stupidly as he stroked his hard cock until he coated her with cum...

Niles coughed, an attempt to distract from his second attempt to subtly adjust his crotch, but it didn't work. Everyone in the room except Michael was now openly staring at his hardness, threatening to burst out of his pants.

He could have them all. He could get them all to strip, to bend over, and fuck each of them, one by one. They could all be his...

No, Niles told himself, blinking twice and trying to get the idea out of his head. This isn't helpful.

But it sure would be fun...

As Niles got lost in his own thoughts of complete sexual domination, Brandi crossed her legs slowly, completely aware of the attention that the motion drew from everyone else in the room.

God, she thought despairingly. They must all be totally grossed out by how much skin I'm showing.

She hadn't been able to help it. Even as she'd known that she should wear something to hide her disgusting flesh, Brandi had been uncontrollably drawn to her favorite brown boots and the white miniskirt she'd found among her mother's clothes. Her hair - unusually for Brandi - was in a ponytail. She'd discovered the hard way how hard it was to wash cum out, and so her long mane was tied it back in preparation for the inevitable.

Before the school-day ended, she was sure she'd have received at least one load to the face.

###

"Mom!" Brandi had gasped, walking in on her mother and lover a few days earlier. Kristine and Michael's heads had both whipped around, but Brandi ran out before she could see the contrite, guilty looks on their faces.

They got dressed and chased after her, but by the time they hit the streets she was long gone. Kristine called Niles, and he'd arrived at their house less than half an hour later, bringing Duncan with him. Lily's phone had gone unanswered, and so Niles had gone to fetch her while the others split up and started searching the Protector's usual haunts.

When the Mentor had found Lily, naked alone in her room, the smell of cum thick in the air, he'd been furious.

"You," he'd growled, and Lily's eyes had opened in fear. She'd just finished showering, managing to bring herself to a fatigued orgasm just reliving the memories of what had just happened, and her body desperately needed sleep.

Niles began explaining the situation, but Lily's eyes kept drooping closed. Finally, Niles couldn't control himself any more - he'd grabbed Lily by the arm, thrown her over his knees, and spanked her until his hand was sore and tears were rolling down her face.

Despite her tears, Lily found something deeply erotic about the Brit's obvious anger, and she managed to drag her aching body off the bed and drop to her knees in front of him.

"More," she rasped.

"Punish me more."

And for the next hour and a half Niles had done exactly that.

When he was done with her, she'd passed out from exhaustion, his cum leaking from each of her holes. Which was unfortunate, because she was the only one who could have reasonably guessed where Brandi was.

###

"You want a job?" the rat-faced man behind the bar said, and Brandi nodded dumbly. Her brain had been completely overloaded by what she'd seen that day, and she just wanted to escape from it all. She had walked and walked until she'd come to a familiar sight - the bar that she and Lily had delivered the strange package to.

No, not bar. Club.

Strip club.

She knew it was a long shot. Someone as unattractive as her was unlikely to ever be hired to take their clothes off...but she had to try.

The owner looked her up and down, and a sneer began to spread across his face.

"We have a strict audition process..."

"I'll do anything," Brandi begged, and with a deliberately reluctant shrug, the owner had brought her backstage and watched as she'd slowly and (she knew) awkwardly begun removing her clothes.

To her surprise, that had only been the first part of the audition process. The club's owner fucked her twice and - hearing her begging for it as she came - blown his third load onto her face and tits.

He'd pointed her to the shower, and once she was cleaned up she'd spent the night on the stage.

To her surprise, and against all odds, the audience had loved her routine. There hadn't been much to it - she'd just gotten up on-stage and (as she had for the club's owner) slowly removed the skimpy outfit which had been provided for her.

What Brandi hadn't realized was that being the Protector had given her a natural elegance and grace. Her stripping was smooth and coordinated. Her new body - despite her implanted opinion on it - was flawless. Huge and perky tits; long, smooth legs; a face that just screamed "dumb slut".

The club owner had explained her duties. And then he'd explained it twice more. Brandi wished she wasn't so stupid, but by the end of the third explanation, she understood what she had to do.

Get on stage, strip, then put some panties and pasties on and get people to take her into a room for a private dance.

Once she had them alone, she had to...damn it, what were the rules? Something about touching.

She had to touch them? That couldn't be a rule. Could it?

Brandi was so focused on trying to remember the rules of a private dance that she hadn't realized - more than half of this particular bar's clientele was made up of demons.

And one of them had recognized who she was.

###

While Brandi had been stripping for demons, her friends had reconvened at the school.

"Something's going on," Niles had growled, and the rest of the gang had just nodded in response. Duncan was trying to quash his wish for Niles to dominate him again, Nicolette was trying to avoid eye-contact with Michael, Kristine was wishing that Niles was just five years younger, and Michael was feeling awful for what he'd done...and fighting his desperate desire to do it again.

Inside the school, so close to the counsellor, their implanted commands were stronger than ever, and each of them was finding it a serious effort to refrain from just stripping off and fucking. As Niles began to talk about the changes he'd noticed in Lily (carefully avoiding mentioning the fact that he'd just come from fucking her throat, cumming in her ass, and tying her up and taking her from behind), everyone began to tune out.

Kristine imagined Duncan and Michael double-teaming her, Duncan imagined Michael and Niles double-teaming him, and Nicolette wondered if there was some way she could flirt with Michael without Duncan noticing.

Their reveries were broken when Niles slammed his hand down on the desk.

"Damn it!" he shouted, and suddenly everyone was paying attention. "This is serious. Something's happened to Lily, to Brandi...to all of us.

"We need to work out what it is."

"Everyone's exhausted," Kristine pointed out quietly. "Why don't we all come back to my place, sleep it off, and we'll come up with a plan tomorrow?"

"Why yours?" Niles asked, and Kristine hesitated, unable to come up with a reasonable answer.

Because then I can coax Michael into bed with me again, she thought truthfully, but before she could devise a convincing lie, Nicolette had spoken up.