Heaven and Hell by Thearia

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Chapter 2: 1.2

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It's a lot more difficult than people might expect to manipulate someone into being servile to you, even if you have superpowers to help you along in the process.

It's easy to underestimate the challenges involved. Everyone is always too busy being abhorred at the thought of manipulating someone like this to really think through the logistical challenges involved.

And there are a lot of them.

It's difficult to twist someone who loathes you into feeling attracted to you. You can only affect some emotions people feel, but it's hard to coax them out sometimes. When someone is looking at you and feeling not much besides sadism and boredom, it's hard to try and bring up their buried feelings of lust. You're working against someone's strongest impulses, after all.

That's one of the reasons you choose Madison as your first target. She doesn't feel as sadistic as Emma and Sophia often do when they see you, and there's a lot of suppressed lust in there - although, disappointingly, not very much of it is aimed at you.

She's also not as close to the other two as they are to each other. Emma follows Sophia around like a loyal little puppy, yipping at her heels and never letting her out of her sight for more than a moment. Their schedules synch up oddly well, or maybe not so oddly. It wouldn't surprise you if Emma had slipped the school's admin staff some cash to make sure their schedules aligned as much as possible.

Madison, on the other hand, spends more of her time drifting between the various upper-class circles of the school ("Upper class", you think to yourself with a snort- like there were more than five or six people in the school who could be described as more than lower middle class).

That's good and bad for you. Bad, because that means that Madison isn't always around for you to slowly shape. Good, because it means that she isn't always around Emma and Sophia when they turn up to push you around- and that means you can afford to go a bit further than you can when they're around.

Take right now, for instance. Emma and Sophia have had their fill of you for now, after stealing your pencil and notebook during English class earlier. Ordinarily, you would probably be more upset about this than you are, but the wound is balmed when you notice that when they left together after class, Madison didn't follow them.

Madison typically doesn't bother to pick on you when the other two aren't around, preferring to ignore your existence entirely instead. Once, that used to sting, but now it's just the perfect opportunity. She's too busy focusing on one of the upperclassmen to pay any attention to you or what you're doing.

It's surprisingly easy to pick out her lust from here. Or not so surprising, really- objectively, the man she's talking to does look fairly attractive, for a guy. Maybe that's why she's wearing such a low-cut shirt, despite it being the middle of winter. Madison's good at showing just enough to keep you interested.

One of the best things about being both a Thinker and a Master is that you don't need to concentrate on your power once you've managed to get inside your target's head. A part of your consciousness remains focused on controlling it, but by and large, your power handles the bulk of the work for you.

Which is good, because if you had to remain focused on it, you wouldn't be able to not-so-covertly watch Madison as she shifts restlessly beside the guy, a faint flush beginning to spread across her cheeks.

She's growing increasingly bored as the guy rambles on about- something. Football, maybe- tries are a football term, aren't they? Whatever, it's something much duller than the upcoming show anyway. Madison clearly agrees, as her attention wanders away from him, glancing casually over the quad until her attention falls on you. Her lips curve into a small smile as she catches you looking at her. Good. It's already taking root in her mind, then.

You don't look away. For a few moments, you force your view to remain steady on her face as you slowly pull on her loyalty. The effect isn't strong, and it normally wouldn't hold for long, but you don't need it to do much- you're not looking to buy her eternal loyalty just yet.You just want her to feel enough to stop her from remembering that she actually dislikes you for a few minutes, and allow her to enjoy the pleasant warmth you're sending coursing through her.

You send over one last strong blast of loyalty, and her smile shifts up into a teasing smirk. You try not to let your satisfaction show on your face as you mentally shift tracks again, going back to the slow and subtle manipulation of her lust as you finally allow your eyes to drift down from her eyes to her sharp jaw, then down to her pale and slender neck, and lower still.

Her shirt is surprisingly low-cut, you find when your eyes drift that low. Her breasts are bigger than you'd noticed before- maybe not quite big enough to make a full handful yet, but big enough to give you plenty to play with. You can just make out a hint of the lacy powder-blue bra peeking from the very bottom of the V of her shirt, a bra unfortunately thick enough that you can't see her nipples straining through it.

Her shirt is, in addition to being so low-cut, cut short enough that she bares her midriff whenever she bends slightly back. You wait a moment, and when she notices where your gaze is, she darts her eyes towards the boy next to her. Seeing that he's still paying more attention to his own conversation than her, she acqueises, arching her back subtly to allow her shirt to slide up, up, over her bellybutton- high enough to reveal her toned stomach to you. You spend a few moments enjoying the view, watching as her muscles tremble in a barely-noticeable effort to keep herself in that position for you.

A quick glance back up at her face shows you that she's clearly enjoying this, not that you'd let her feel otherwise. Her breathing isn't coming ragged, but she's flushing deeply, and she's still staring at your face with hooded eyes. You smile again at her, and she smiles shakily back, trying not to let out any signs that might alert the boy next to her to your little game. Acknowledging it with another short pull on her loyalty, you allow your view to slip back to the valley of her breasts again.

Now that you're not staring at her stomach, she attempts to shift back into a more comfortable position. You snap your eyes back up to her face, feeling a small shift in her emotional state as her... submission? tries to subside.

You glance back down at her midriff, pouting slightly as you tease out with your power, pulling on the gentle feeling of the submission within her. Madison stifles a shaky sigh as she once again submits to you, leaning back uncomfortably on her arms to present her body for your inspection.

It's hard to prevent yourself from trembling in arousal at the discovery, but you manage. The boy beside her is still blabbering on, oblivious.

You spend a few moments rewarding her commitment by gently pulling at her lust, causing her to bite imperceptibly at her lip, before you allow your gaze to fall back to her stomach- and then again lower, past her hips and down to her legs.

She's wearing a short denim skirt today. Not as short as some you've seen her wear, but you're pretty sure that if she wasn't the school's darling, she's have been pulled up short and sent home until she put a more decent skirt on. It comes up inches above her knees, revealing far more of her thigh than any decent girl should.

You can sense indecision warring in her for a few moments, before she slowly and carefully twists her body slightly. Through your power, you can almost feel her slight surrender to you.

Up until now, she's been angled some away from you; now, she's facing you almost directly. The nervousness flowing through her is strong enough that you can feel it even begin to flow through you; and for almost the first time since your encounter begins, her gaze breaks away from your face as she looks nervously around the quad, checking to see if anyone else is paying attention to her. At the same time as she does that, though, she leans back again, resting uncomfortably on one arm so she is still displaying her stomach for you.

Your hands tremble at your sides as you reassure her, alternating between playing on her loyalty and her submission. Her lust is strong enough now that you don't need to play on it- you're surprised the boy beside her can't feel it emanating from her, but he's still so absorbed in his sports chat that he hasn't even looked at her in more than five minutes.

Even with you slowly manipulating her mind, it takes Madison a few minutes to gather up the courage to act. When she does, though, you're riveted.

She hesitantly grabs at the side of her skirt with her one free arm. Her face is flaming red at this point- if anyone else had noticed your little game, you're pretty sure you'd be feeling waves of suspicion emanating from them. But nobody has, and all you can feel is Madison's nervousness and desire as she slowly begins to inch her skirt up her legs.

Now that she's been assured that nobody else in the quad is paying attention to her, her attention is solely focused on you. You're not sure if you're pleased about that or not- it might be nice if she displayed a bit of an exhibitionist kink, but the servile pleasure she's experiencing in displaying herself exclusively for you is leaving your mouth watering.

There should be other people whose exhibitionist kinks you can revel in encouraging, anyway. You rather fancy the thought of having this girl be exclusively yours to play with.

She pulls her skirt up her legs half an inch at a time, pausing at intervals to search your face and assure herself that your attention is still focused solely on her. You squeeze your hands into fists hard enough to draw blood just to prevent yourself from ruining everything now by breaking her with a single blast of loyalty, choosing instead to send soft, reassuring waves of it at her.

Then, overcoming a final wave of nervousness, she chooses to yank her skirt up over an inch in one move, finally revealing her panties to you.

The first thing you notice is how wet they are. The front of her panties, almost all that you can see of them, are dark blue from the arousal flowing from her. The few times you've been that aroused, you walked around uncomfortable for the rest of the day with soaked panties. Madison, however, is reveling in the feeling.

The second thing you notice is that she's making no move to try and cover herself up from your inspection, even after you've been staring at her panties for more than two minutes. You glance up at her face, pleased to notice that she's still staring directly at you, then glance back down.

Madison remains in that position, one hand holding her skirt near up to her waist and one hand trembling from the effort of supporting her arched back, until the bell rings, a full twelve minutes later. You spend most of that time subtly reinforcing the submission she's feeling, occasionally alternating between the lust and submission. Always better to draw the link there in her mind, after all.

By the time the bell rings, Madison can't disguise her red face and her panting breaths. And somehow, ridiculously, neither the boy sitting beside her nor the rest of the squad noticed her little show. Some people are so self-absorbed.

As people begin to stand, she finally glances around and hurriedly pulls her skirt back down. Hurriedly picking up her bag, she clutches it tightly to her chest, eyes darting fearfully around the quad.

The feelings you evoked in her are fading away already, but they won't disappear that easily- not after you built them up that strong, and not after Madison accepted them, even reveled in them. She won't be red-faced and panting whenever she sees you, but you should be able to build her up to that point again, easier next time, and maybe even push her further.

Of course, you can't let it go that easily.

As you pick up your uneaten lunch and move to throw it out, you pass by a bewildered Madison, who's looking up at you with confused and fearful eyes. You don't say anything- you just shift your lunch over to one of your hands and half-hug her with the others, giving her a thankful smile. One small mental tug on her loyalty later, and she's smiling demurely back at you, the confusion once again clearing up- hopefully for good, this time.

Hours later, when you've finished your afternoon classes and are finally at home, you're still flushed with victory. Dad's still out, so you take some time out to go and relieve yourself- twice. It was a really good show, in your opinion.

Now that it's over, though, you find yourself feeling nervous. You didn't go into this blind; when you concocted this entire plan, you spent some time performing mild experiments on your father and your neighbours, testing your limits and how far you could push them before they realized something was wrong.

The answer is surprisingly far. It is certainly possible to push someone too far, too fast- you'd tried that with the old lady who lived across the street, and she still glares at you whenever you see her- but if you take it slow and steady over the course of an hour or so, people's minds are surprisingly malleable.

The key factor in it all is that you're not imposing any outside feelings- you're just encouraging things they're already feeling, and directing those feelings towards yourself. When the mind has already recognized that they're feeling something, if subconsciously, it's surprising how far it will go to justify it. It will even go so far as to edit previous memories, justifying today's actions by assuring itself that it had felt this way previously.

You let a long sigh out as you pull a shirt on, not bothering with a bra (there's nothing there to put a bra on, anyway, you conclude with a glum look).

This self-reflection is all well and good, but you have plans to finalize. Madison has fallen under your sway, but you still have a ways to go before she's completely yours. And while today was fun- extraordinarily fun- you can't risk doing that again, not where Emma and Sophia might find out about it.

No- if you're going to make Madison completely yours, which you are, you're going to have to do it outside of school.

The question, as it were, was where.

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