NTR Quest 42 - Academy - Subjugation

Ai, as you decided to call her, held her hands clasped in front of her very preciously as you deliberated on which of your different sycophantic servants you should favor to lead the takeover. You arrived on the answer fairly quickly. Ai's solution of imploring submission through defeat appealed to you on a primal level. As did Merit's. They were very similar and the only real difference as far as you knew was that Merit was suggesting destruction for the sake of destruction, with the side effect of striking fear. Sacking one city so five could be saved. Esther's was tempting, but was one that would have had to have been started quite a while ago.

“Ai.”

“Yes?”

“I trust you to make it happen. Use whatever means you can to submit the school. The rest of you are to follow her lead.” You ordered.

“Thank you thank you thank you!” She sprung forward and clung to you with her arms around your waist. You thought it was cute how she was so pleased to only be subjugating, rather than destroying. It was as if she truly cared, but only enough to mitigate harm, not avoid it. You stroked her silver hair carefully as the others looked on jealously.

“If your results speak for themselves, I'll continue to trust you to handle things on my behalf.” You looked up.
“That goes for all of you.”

'Who does he think he is? Some- some type of god? What was wrong with our plans, anyway?' Esther complained internally.

'I think our Master does fashion himself a type of god, Sister. Is it not attractive? Even if just a little bit.'

'Wait, Merit... You still in there?' Esther whimpered.

'Yes. I am. I realized that it is not like disappearing. It is just turning into something new. I feel more in control than ever. It is actually wonderful, Sister.'

'But sister, I'm scared... What if you're just-'

'Let go. It's fine.' Merit cooed in her head.

Esther took a deep breath. 'It's so hard to keep on thinking for myself... When will I know it's happened, Sis?'

'Just relax and stop fighting for control.' Merit advised. Esther's internal process relaxed and ceased attempting to hold on. After a few moments, as her thought process began to feel dizzy and muddled Merit added.
'You can not stop it anymore... You let too much slip.'

'B-but...' Esther could feel herself slipping and slipping, back, back back into blackness. Slowly her thoughts stopped being in control. Much like how her body moved on its own, her mind thought on its own in her voice.
It only took a few seconds after that for Esther to lose track of where her consciousness began and ended within the body and mind of the second sister. For the new Esther, all she felt was the voice ceasing, followed by a slight pop. She turned to Merit and winked knowingly. The other twin giggled.

“So easy.” She licked her lips sensually.
“Weird question, but could you 'taste' her as she disappeared?” Merit asked in a whisper.

“I think so.” Esther answered giddily. The two girls followed the Seraph, Ai, out of the backrooms. Following them were all ten of the Spare Serrane's that were made before the cut-off. Making more was out of the question but the ones that existed made for a capable fighting force in combination with the three brand new girls.

You meanwhile secluded yourself to the Bridge of the ship with the prime Serane and Charli. The Dog had been done up at your request in a little collar with a cage quite obvious beneath his tight shorts. He sat faithfully at your side as you rose a seat up from the floor to stare out at the desolation that used to be a real living God.
“What're you waiting for, Master?”

“The school is shaped by a collective unconscious. I can't control it when everyone believes that it is simply a school. I can't change the halls from what everyone already believes they are. Only this space that very few people know can be changed by me.”

“Is there anything Charli can do to help?” He asks, staring up with wide eyes as he rests beside your chair.”

“You're doing fine, so far. Good boy.” You pat his head idly and change the screen with a flick of your wrist. It was the perspective of a Serane.

“Begin the trial.” You sneered a little.
“I can't believe that stupid girl hamstrung me like this.” You looked to Serane.
“Can you really not make any more?”

“That functionality has been removed.” She stated firmly, staring straight ahead.
“However, for all intents and purposes...”

-

Nadine shook with fear as the automaton grabbed her tightly and refused to let go. “W-wait, no! Please... I- I just want to study.” She whined.
“I'm not a part of th...” She trailed off and looked up as an incredibly beautiful Seraph woman landed beside her and smiled comfortingly. Ai caressed the Human's cheek, relaxing her immediately despite the situation not actually changing all too much.

“Please surrender.” Ai implored seriously.

“W-what? No way! I didn't ask for this, just me go!” She demanded. Ai frowned, offered a nod to the Serane and floated up and away, It looked as if they were making their way through Coda, first. The House least likely to be able to offer resistance. The girl continued to struggle in the Serane's arms as she was slowly brought closer and closer until their noses were essentially touching. The girl blushed.
“Stop it.” She begged.

The Serane of course ignored her. Two silvery, slick tendrils emerged from the Serane's head behind her ears and pushed their way into the shaking girl's ears.
“C-cold...” She gasped as the penetrated deeper and threatened to push through into her brain. Somehow her skin was offering far less resistance than it should have. She changed her mind.
“I'll surrender! I'll surrender! Wait!”

-

“Too late for that.” You chuckled, leaning forward intently.
“So what are we doing, here?”

“We have three general options...” Serane explained.
“First is surface-Layer brainwashing. Quick. They remain unchanged, but a set of rules are established in their mind that can not be broken. Second is the method of altering past memories to create an almost 'new' but similar person that is loyal to you.”

“Hoh. The last?”

“Extraction.”

“Let's go with number two, Serane. Number one for most of them, but I want to see this one in action. Can we view her memories as they are changing?” You sat back comfortably and crossed one leg over the other as you watched.

-

Nadine walked in on her mother kneeling in front of a strange man with dark hair. Her father had his head lowered as well, but was more off to the side. Both of her parents were submissive in a way that she had never seen before. Her mother turned to look at her.
“Nadine... This is the Hero. He is has watched over our family and will continue to do so. You should consider him higher than your father.”

“My-” Something wasn't right. She shook her head and ran up to her dad.
“Dad!”

He looked up at her and nodded. “She's right. The Hero is an important figure. Incredibly important. He's going to keep our world safe. He's going to keep you safe, if you let him. If you serve him properly as you grow older... Watch.” He pointed as her mother began undoing the Hero's belt. She leaned in and inhaled his scent. She was enamored by how 'caught' her mother seemed to be by the scent. The man gave off such a kind scent and a godly air. Those words entered her mind as thought they were always there, she just had never known what to use them for.

In her memory she cracked easily. “Will... Will I be able to serve the Hero when I get older?”

“Of course.” Her mouth said proudly before sucking his cock between her lips.

Her father embraced her. “Such a good, smart girl.” She was shocked. She had not been treated poorly, but had never been embraced so lovingly and encouragingly.

-

“The rest is history.” You chuckled.
“How insidious. It doesn't change her past?”

“For her. For everyone else? No.”

Charli shook. “So scary...”

You smirked, enjoying seeing the former bodybuilder reduced to such a shivering twink. It was more accurate, you decided, that he was always as such. Your changed simply brought it out of him more effectively. Forced him to contend with his true fragility without any of his power backing him up.
“Relax.” You offered comfortingly.
“Continue being a good little helper and you wont have to go through that.”

You watched as on the outside the girl's expression shifted. She was incredibly simple to manipulate and you had to assume those with stronger wills would be harder. Serane removed her tendrils and the girl offered a warped grin.
“L-long live the Hero!” She managed.
“What are my orders, should I help crush this rebellion?”

You laughed. “Project my voice.” Serane nodded. You spoke clearly.
“My dear? Help the Serane's find more of your friends point them out. They are being manipulated by a dark force. Please help me bring this facility back under my control.”

You were surprised when your imploring tone spoken directly to her seemed enough to bring her to tears, and what looked like orgasm.
“M-my help? Yes! Of course I'll help!” She dropped into a shaking puddle of submission with her forehead touching the ground and her hands folded neatly in front of her head.
“Witness me and my loyalty, My Lord!” She begged before standing and running off to help.

“It's exponential. We get more like that and it's a forgone conclusion.”

“I believe it may already be, Master.” Serane nodded.
“Speaking of...”

Your chair rotated. Walking into the bridge rather awkwardly, you saw Jeane approach holding a glass of pink liquid.
“You... You freed me.” She had tears in her eyes.
“You really did. I was so... Scared when I was segmented and familiarized. I did not know if I would ever be myself again.”

You stared at her harshly. “Remember that it was you, not that version of you, that submitted to him.”

She lowered her head. “I am so, so sorry... Please forgive me.”

You felt a soft spot for her and dropped it. “Join me in watching the school get converted.” She moved to your side.
“No... My lap. I haven't fucked you in quite a while. What is that?” You asked curiously.

“This?” She looked down.
“I was told that this is Jace.”

You grinned. “Well give it here.” You took the full glass as Jeane climbed onto your lap to straddle you. She began grinding back and forth while leaning into you. You ignored her for the time being and stared at the glass before simply shrugging and gulping the whole thing down.
“Farewell, Jace.” You sighed, snapping your fingers. A shaky illusion of the fat bastard appeared in front of you. You made it kneel and dance comically.
“I'm guessing it just takes a bit of getting used to?”

“Yes, Master.” Serane nodded.
“I would suggest absorbing more students and faculty to bolster your abilities.”

“Makes sense...”

Jeane chimed in. “Your capacity to-” She gasped as your cock became hard beneath her. She adjusted herself, allowing it to enter her. She started slowly riding your cock as she tried to speak.
“Your capacity to absorb other's power in this way... It has a limit. You will only be able to have a few at a time.”

“Hmm. Not too concerning. I am still me.” You commented, implying that you could simply learn whatever else you could not instantly absorb from consuming the essence of others. It would be easy for you.
“Jeane.”

“Yes?” She panted.

“Am I actually the Hero?”

“Are you asking if you are a villain?” She shifted her hips. You began to feel like cumming, despite the fact that she had been hollowed out by bigger dicks than yours. She was still tight, and good at what she was doing.

“No... I don't care about that. I'm asking if I am the original.”

She looked perplexed. “I... Do not understand, my Lord, I-”

“I didn't notice until recently, but I... I feel like something else and it's frustrating.”

“What else could you be?”

“From Tintamere's memories, there is only one real timeline. The rest are simply off-shoots. An Echo of the original. But...”

Jean finished that thought, despite the fact that she was moving and allowing your cock to hit all the right spots inside of her. She whimpered from pleasure, but did eventually answer.
“But we would not know if we were the Echo, unless something rippled out from the original.”

You snapped your fingers. “Exactly.” You smiled confidently.
“I feel an odd pulling... It's like there's a time without me, but by all accounts, all paths should have me within them in some form...”

“What are...” She panted.
“Are you suggesting we do?”

“Just a thought... We should conquer this world first, shouldn't we?”

“Too true.” She agreed.
“Fitting for my Dark Master...”

You smiled, noting that she was still in the character. You enjoyed the touch.