This time when you awaken it is just you and Lucy in the bed. You remember your mother being with you when you went to bed but she isn't with you right now. Did she not sleep in bed with you after all or did she make sure to wake up first and leave quickly? You aren't sure but you doubt you'll need to spend too much more time on her before she's ready to serve her new master. Of course, before that you'll need to decide who her new master is actually going to be. Or mistress, you concede. You could still use Venus as your new body in spite of rabbit complications. You still aren't sure yet.

You go about getting ready for the day, Lucy following you at every step like an adorable shadow. She really is such a little cutie and she's been surprisingly useful so far, her ability to reliably generate you malice has been very helpful. So much so that you tried to replicate it with Sherry without much success so far. But all that clumsiness is probably starting to affect the way people are viewing her. People are less likely to associate themselves with someone that disaster prone. So perhaps you could try and mitigate that a bit by making her even cuter than she already is.

You set Lucy to one side and give her some advice and some coaching about how to take advantage of her natural advantages. At the same time you utilise your connection to nudge her soul. It isn't something you've ever done before but you think you do a solid job. Lucy's soul is by now putty in your hands and almost eager to mould itself for you. She just seems so happy that you are spending time with her, if she wasn't one of your minions it would probably have seriously damaged your malice reserves. Her cuteness really is a weapon, and you intend to wield it for your own purpose. For now it'll just be a good way to maintain her reputation. Afterwards you can probably go even further.

Satisfied with your work on Lucy for now you head to school. Being able to enjoy a productive day off of school yesterday only serves to reinforce how annoying it is to have to spend your time cooped up in this stupid place. At least the atmosphere is more tolerable now. You imagine it will be back to normal by the start of next week. Excellent, things can get back to as they were around here, not that you want to be here much longer. You make sure to greet all your classmates and spend some time speaking with them before class; just because you can't risk using Aura right now doesn't mean you can't still improve your influence over them all.

More importantly, you make sure to keep the Reality Notebook ready. Cassie's most recent instruction should be finished by now and it's time to add another one, quite possibly the last one you'll get before it's time to make your move. It will likely require both your upcoming evening and the next one to secure the contract so you don't have much time to play around with. You experiment in advance by conjuring different wordings in your head. Enhancing her flirtation and cockteasing aspect would likely take less time. But right now making sure she does what you need her to do without causing a fuss is paramount. Once the Soul Contract is signed you can work on the other half of her personality as much as you'd like.

So then, how to up her obedience. She should already obey your commands as a matter of instinct. But you aren't sure that's enough. Having her body is great, having her mind as well is better. So then, what is the best option for securing that. You ponder. At first you consider having her 'rationalise' her obedience or just simply 'not question' it. They both sound like quick and easy ways to have simple obedience without strings. The problem lies with that restrictive wording. Just simple obedience isn't enough for you. You want her to 'want' to obey you. You want her panties to get wet just from thinking about what you could make her do. You aren't convinced wordings like that will give you enough room to expand further afterwards.

And so you decide to add 'and willingly' to your previous instruction. It may well take longer to sink in but it shouldn't be much of a jump from 'willing' to 'wanting' and then to 'eager.' You also notice something odd about this instruction. Some instinct tells you that there's actually a way to half the time it would take to sink in. If you are able to achieve something today it might be possible to make sure that the instruction has taken hold by tomorrow. Not that you know how to do that. Assumedly it must have something to do with Cassie herself. Something to make her 'more' willing, perhaps? A conundrum for later.

Now though it's time for lunch. You don't want to leave yourself at the mersy of Maria's whims so you decide to just pull Ami to the side and arrange for a private lunch time study session in your new club room.

Ami is all too happy to study with you free from distraction. Indeed, she's very impressed that you have yourself a new club room now. Determined to enforce this attitude you activate your Aura for the first time in a while. You spend the lunch period with some less challenging subjects, giving you time for a bit of lighthearted banter. It isn't something that comes naturally to Ami, but you are quickly picking up on what subjects you can speak to her about and which ones you should avoid.

For a brief ten minutes at the end she's actually put her book down and is actively engaging you in conversation that isn't about her studies. Who would have thought she felt so passionately about fish? You'd seen a poster for the local aquarium on her wall way back when you were pilfering her panties and only just found the opportunity to bring it into the conversation. Seeing her this animated is a pleasant change and you can't help but slip in a Suggestion at the end before the bell rings:

'Zach's actually really cute, I'd love to visit the aquarium with him some time!'

Ami's affection for you has progressed from 'Friendly' to 'Small Crush!' Nice job, we'll make a lady killing Demon Lord out of you yet!

Another dull school day ends. Now you have a tricky choice to make. Today is Thursday, Ms Erikson is free for a study session today. But you also need to start laying the ground work for the contract signing, which of course is much more important for your continued hook free existance. So then you'll need to make a decision. Attend the session as usual, or bail on it for today and spend that time giving you a better shot at pulling the contract off with the best terms for you?

You leave immediately, as much as you hate missing valuable time to work on your hopefully soon to be accomplice, you really need this contract signed. So you have your mother drive you down to the store immediately. As you head over there you plan your next move. The way you see it you have two options. You can spend the evening buttering up the creep, explain to him what you are, sell him the contract and your offer, maybe make a demonstration with Cassie to give him proof you mean business. Then you can get most of the negotiation out of the way today and leave tomorrow for the 'convincer' where you let him do whatever his depraved mind wants with Cassie in exchange for his shitty little soul.

Or you could spend the evening prepping Cassie instead. Reveal yourself and your power to her, work on her mind and make sure she's ready for tomorrow. Maybe even take a few pictures. Then tomorrow you corner the fucker and hash out the terms of the agreement then and there, make it out to be a one day only thing. It would be interesting to see how his will holds out if you make Cassie masturbate herself into a frenzy right in front of him!

You develop a game plan. While the easiest option to secure her cooperation would simply be to negotiate with Cassie you are reluctant to do that. You don't want her to think of herself on a level field as you, no matter if it is only for a few hours. And instead you really just want to have some fun. All this time it's all been working and struggling. Even after obtaining some faithful servants you haven't had any real time to enjoy yourself with them, it's always been about what benefits they can bring you. And sure that has been partly due to your body, but it isn't as though you couldn't take an evening off to invite Sherry round your house and play with your puppet for a bit. It's always been working to gain malice, working to gain souls, working to gain servants to help you get more souls, more malice, and onwards.

For once you'll just enjoy fucking with someone, even if it doesn't leave you with the desired outcome. Still worth trying though. Even if she doesn't crack by the next evening she still can't disobey you. The negotiation won't be as easy as you would have wanted but never mind. You'll start off cute and innocent, approach her like a lost child and lower her guard. Ask her some questions and then use her answers to establish what kind of person she is. Then you will have a better idea of how to break her down and make her obedient. You'll train her like a dog, praise and pain until she wants to obey you. But first you'll need to wait for her to get off work. You get out of the car and have Elisa head back. She doesn't need to be here for this, Cassie will be driving you back.

You head into the store. The pair are both here, it would have been troublesome if Cassie hadn't been working today. You probably have a bit of time before her shift ends but you don't want to waste it. So instead you wait for a lull in the traffic at Cassie's check out.

'Miss,' you call over to her, 'I can't reach! Can you help me get it?' You gesture towards a packet of crisps positioned tantalisingly out of your reach. You aren't sure if it's her instinctual urge to obey or just professionalism that brings her over, but over she comes. This gives you a good headstart.

Cassie heads over to you, what appears to be a genuine smile on her face.

'Can't reach, little man?' she asks you warmly as she pulls the packet down for you.

'Thank you miss,' you reply, 'wow, you are really pretty! You must have a boyfriend right?' She seems slightly off put by the odd question, but you see the faint blush cross her face at your compliment.

'Ah, well, yes I do,' she replies, 'but he's on a trip right now so I haven't seen him for a while.' You pretend to be surprised.

'Whaaaat?' you complain, 'if I was your boyfriend I'd never leave you alone! Oh, but maybe you aren't alone because you still live with mum and dad? Do you still get on well with them? My mum is really annoying! She's always nagging me!' Cassie chuckles.

'No I don't live with my parents,' she says, 'I live with my boyfriend, well normally at least. And mums are supposed to be annoying. Mine still calls me from time to time to ask me if I'm ok and how I'm doing at work.'

'Do you still have a dad?' you press her, 'mine died a while ago. It made mum really sad...' you pretend to be upset on her behalf. Cassie rubs your head encouragingly.

'Awww, I'm sorry to hear that,' she consoles you, 'my dad is still alive, but I don't talk to him much anymore. My younger brother lives nearby so I still see him every now and then but...' You notice her reluctance to talk about her brother further. A possible weakness to exploit? But you'd better press on before she remembers she's supposed to be working.

'Oh, I don't have a little brother. I have a little sister though! She's the cutest thing you've ever seen and the way she follows me around at home.' She patiently listens to you talking about Lucy for a while. You ask the next question but you are fairly sure you know the answer to this one.

'Do you like kids, miss? I could invite you round to meet Lucy sometime!'

'I love children,' she tells you, 'I sometimes look after my neighbour's little girl. Just as you say they are very cute aren't they?' You nod eagerly.

'Yeah, yeah! The other day, Lucy saw a spider in her room and was really scared. As the big brother I have to keep her safe, so I got rid of it for her!' You puff out your chest and she strokes your head.

'Awww, what a good big brother you are!' she says, 'you make sure to look after your little sister, treasure her while you can...' she trails off. Yup, issues with her younger brother.

'Are you scared of spiders, Miss?' you ask, 'I can come help get them out of your room for you if you need!' She laughs.

'No, I'm not afraid of spiders,' she answers, 'I don't really like snakes though. Fortunately, you don't see many of them around here.'

'I'm not afraid of anything!' you brag, 'if anything scares you, Miss, just let me know!'

'I'll certainly do that,' she replies, clearly just humouring you, 'but shouldn't you be getting back to your mother, I don't see her around...' she takes a look around, but of course Elisa is long gone. Does Cassie remember who your mother is? You have been in here before, after all. No matter, you should try to keep the conversation going.

'Mum had something else to do,' you explain, 'she let me out of the car so I could have fun looking at all the cars outside! I really like cars, they are so cool, aren't they?! My mum got me a bed like a car so I can go vrooom even at night! I want to be able to drive as soon as possible! How 'bout you, Miss? You got anything you really like doing?' Cassie suddenly looks nervous.

'Oh well, it's silly really,' she replies, 'I've always wanted to be a model but I haven't gotten my big break yet, so I've been streaming at home to get my name out there. It's a lot of fun, actually. Of course I need to hide my face and real name so maybe it's not going to help much! But it's still worth doing, I think!' You cock your head.

'Miss wants to be a model? You don't like working in a shop?' She winces,

'It's not like I don't like it,' she replies, 'it just isn't very exciting, is it! Not very glamorous! I'm not saying I want to be big and famous, but I'd like to be something more than what I am now, if you understand?' There's no way a normal seven year old would understand that.

'So miss isn't happy?' you interpret as you expect a child your age would. She pulls a face.

'Not exactly,' she evades you, 'it's complicated. I don't think you'd understand.' You actually understand plenty. She likely came to the city as soon as she could wiggle out from under her parents' grasp. Thinking she'd use her good looks to land a big modelling job and make a name for herself. Turns out, there are a lot of attractive young women looking to sell themselves and only the most marketable, or the most well connected, will make it.

Cassie clearly wasn't either of them, just a naive young girl finding herself a small fish in a large pond. Ending up doing a retail job and desperately clutching at her dream lest it slip away from her. Likely she lies to her mother when she calls and tells her the modelling is going great. Lying to her parents, lying to her boyfriend and lying to herself. Wearing a bright smile all the time like a mask to decieve herself into thinking herself content with how things are. How unfortunate. You pat her on the shoulder, not being able to reach her head.

'Miss is a wonderful person and very pretty,' you comfort her, trying hard not to smirk at your own encouragement, 'I'm sure you'll do great!' She smiles at you.

'Thanks,' she says, 'you're sweet.' You smile at her, then pretend to be distracted by something behind her.

'Hey, Miss,' you say, 'that guy's been watching you for a while. Is he a friend?' Cassie doesn't even bother to turn around but she pulls a face.

'Yeah, he does that,' she answers, 'listen up, young man, when you grow up you have to make sure not to leer at girls, alright? You need to be nice to them and treat them with respect, okay?' You nod brightly.

'Okay!' you answer and she smiles again.

'Good boy,' she praises you, glaring at her coworker out of the corner of her eye. Well no surprises there, she doesn't like him. Probably best not to bring him up again until it's time.

You spend a few more minutes talking before Cassie realises her shift is almost over and heads back to the check out counters. You watch her have a rather terse conversation with the greasy little shit. Yeah, he's pissed that she's been slacking off talking to some child for half an hour. Boo hoo! He's so boned! You are really looking forward to this. It sucks that you'll have to give Cassie to him, even temporarily, but it will need to be a necessary sacrifice. You managed to get plenty of information out of her, you just need to hope some of it can help you.

You wander outside and wait. Hopefully you won't need to approach her, she will likely spot you and come over herself. Turns out this is exactly what happens. She notices you milling around in the car park looking at cars and asks you where your mother is. You respond that she should be back any minute, at which point she promptly volunteers to stay with you while you wait. A little bit more uninteresting small talk and she's clearly starting to get worried. Finally she offers to call your mother for you. You pretend not to know your mother's number. At which point Cassie mentions calling the police. You quickly slip her a Suggestion.

'If I'm going to call the police it would be better to do it back at my place, who knows how long they'll take to turn up!'

A brief car ride later you are in the flat Cassie shares with her absent boyfriend. Sucks to be that guy, he'll have quite the nasty surprise waiting for him when he gets back. You activate your Aura the moment you entered the room. You had debated whether Obedience or Affection would be best for this but decided to aim for Affection to try and capitalise on her warm feelings for you for as long as possible. Cassie starts to call the police but you cut her off.

'Hey Miss, don't worry about that, come look at this!' Compelled by the notebook she disregards the phone and moves towards you. She hasn't noticed the control you have over her yet. That will soon change.

Having left her phone behind Cassie follows you into the living room, where you point at the television.

'Hey look at this!' you repeat, eagerly, 'I've never seen a T.V this big! Can we watch something?' You decide to be careful with your phrasing for the first few stages of your plan. If you think you can convince her to do something without having to compel her to do it all the better. The later she realises what is happening the more time you should have to soften her up. She's still smiling, so far so good.

'Sure, I don't see why not,' she answers you, fishing around for the remote control. You quickly plop yourself down on the sofa.

'Hey,' you call out, 'come sit here!' An order this time, but an innocent one. She sees nothing out of the ordinary with sitting herself down next to you. You pretend to be excited and start to describe a show you watched with Lucy at home. Cassie offers to find the right channel for you but you tell her that she should put what she wants on. The two of you bounce ideas back and forth for a short while before you settle on a documentary about animals. Not something either of you would likely watch regularly, but you would prefer her to be nice and relaxed for the next part.

You explain that you often rub your mother's shoulders for her when she's had a hard day at work and offer to give her one as well. She seems hesitant at first so you change your tone and phrasing, hiding your command with a child's pleading. This time she concedes and you beging to rub at her upper body. Of course, you have no real knowledge or skill in this particular field, but you don't need to. You just need to tell her body to relax and loosen up and it will do so. Cassie will likely interpret this as your massage working well. Another five minutes of relaxing her and loosening her up and you are fairly sure she's ready. You hit her with Sleep, followed immediately by Invade Dream. You'll have to be quick if you don't want her to be suspicious.

You aren't really looking to mess with anything right now, just explore her memories for more useful information. One of the best little tidbits was a seemingly strenuous relationship with her brother. So you focus on that and allow her memories to carry you forwards. An image appears before you. Cassie and a male sitting across from each other at an unfamiliar dinner table.

'Is it good?' Cassie is saying. The boy nods without saying anything. They eat for a moment in uncomfortable silence. Then Cassie tries again.

'Lucas,' she begins, 'I just wanted to ask if everything is alright with you at the moment?' The boy chases some stray peas across his plate with his fork.

'Everything's fine, sis,' he replies, glumly, 'I keep saying you don't need to come visit and cook dinner like this!'

'Well I'm worried about you,' she tells him, 'you only just recently started living here in the city and mum's always saying how she's not sure you are eating well. Is my coming round to see you really so big of a problem?' Lucas doesn't respond immediately, he looks upset, maybe even embarrassed.

'It's not a problem for me,' he says, 'but my flatmates keep talking.' Cassie smiles encouragingly.

'I'm sure they are just jealous that they don't have a big sister who loves them enough to come round and make dinner for them!' she teases.

'Well,' he struggles, 'yeah, sort of. They are jealous. But not like that...' he trails off. Cassie's smile fades.

'Lucas, what's wrong?' she asks, 'you can tell me anything, you know.' He looks away.

'...barrasing...' he mutters. Cassie leans forwards.

'I'm sorry,' she says, 'could you say that again?' Lucas looks back at her with sudden determination.

'I said that it's embarassing!' he yells, 'all of my mates think you're super hot! They keep telling me how attractive they think you are and how many times they think about you when they...' his face flushes. Cassie nods.

'I see,' she replies, 'I'm sorry if that makes you uncomfortable.' You see the flush on her face and realise it doesn't make her uncomfortable. In fact, she seems to enjoy knowing that horny young men jerk off thinking about her.

'They all watch your streams,' Lucas continues, emboldened, 'and do things while they watch. It's gross, like they're watching a porno or something! Is that the sort of stuff you do when you stream?' This time Cassie looks horrified.

'What?' she exclaims, 'no, of course not! I'm a budding model, Lucas! Not a prostitute!' Lucas' expression hardens.

'What's the difference,' he counters, 'you're still selling your looks and your body, just not in the same way! Do you have any idea how humiliating it is to hear my best friends talking about all this shit!' Cassie seems to react instinctively, moving round to the other side of the table and slapping her younger brother across the face.

'Lucas!' she cries, 'how could you say such hurtful things! I'd never do anything like what you are suggesting! And if these boys you spend all your time with have such filthy minds then maybe you should stop hanging out with them so much!' She doesn't bother waiting for his reply and is already on her way out the door, fighting back tears.

Wow, that was all a real memory, no tampering required. Lucas, that immature little shit, you really need to thank him for making your work easier. A gap in her heart caused by a fight with a younger brother and a new found concern about her image. This is stuff you can certainly work with.

You allow Cassie to wake naturally from the dream, hoping to pass it off as a brief doze. You use a Suggestion just to make sure she doesn't find this suspicious.

'Hey, Miss,' you say to her as her gaze focuses on you, 'I'm thirsty, can I have a drink, please?' She blinks.

'Er, sure,' she mumbles, still half asleep and gets up to fetch it for you.

'I want milk!' you cry, eagerly, then quickly add, 'oh, er please!' You continue like this for a while, keeping her distracted, continuing to give her small orders to keep her on her feet and moving around, wearing her out. Once you're satisfied you bring her back to the sofa and relax her again. This time she responds better to your commands, sinking down into the sofa with a sigh of relief. With her body relaxing you start trying to soothe her mind as well, talking to her softly with as little inflection in your voice as possible. You obviously don't have Trance yet but hypnosis is a natural process after all and if regular humans can pull it off you are certain you can. Or at least something close enough.

'Hey, Big Sis,' you say, 'you don't mind if I call you that, right? I can be your little brother just for today, right?' You are intentionally wording your questions so that they are initially registered as instructions. A subtlety you picked up after reading an Internet article during one of your rare spare half hours. It's not a bodily command so it's not like she'll instinctively believe you to be her brother now, but just the implication would be useful. Still in a daze, Cassie rocks her head a little, which you assume means she doesn't mind so much.

'Great, thank you Big Sis! You're the best sister I could ask for!' You begin to heap the praise on her. Standard obedience training. Praise them when they do well, chide them when they don't.

'Oh, I just thought of something fun we could do,' you say to her as though it has just occured to you, 'you said before you like streaming, right? Let's try it out! We could do our very own pretend photo shoot! I'll be the cameraman! Wouldn't that be fun?' Even with her in this half asleep state she seems to be reluctant. You don't want to compel her this early on so you decide to use a Suggestion instead.

'Yeah, that does sound like fun, Zach seems like he won't judge me'

She blinks as your Suggestion takes hold. You would have preferred not to waste a Suggestion there but her reluctance wasn't something you'd anticipated. Maybe what Lucas said to her before is still weighing on her. She shakes herself into more awareness and leads you into her bedroom. You make sure to bring your phone with you. The more photos you get and the more risque the situation the better your position tomorrow.

'How about this?' she asks you, seriously. You snap a picture.

'It's great,' you compliment her, 'you are so cool and mature! I'm sure all your viewers love you!' Her face flushes a little as you mention her viewers. Is she thinking back on what Lucas said about what some of them do when she streams? Well surely this isn't the first time she's considered this. Guys will stroke it over pretty much anything! You are pretty sure it wasn't just you. Fuck, now you are getting depressed again. One day...

'Like this?' she asks, hesitantly, 'I can't believe I'm doing this!' You check the picture again. You can just about see your head in the mirror. Perfect, now that fucker won't be able to accuse you of just peeping on her or something. But this is just the beginning.

'You really are so good at this,' you encourage her, 'what else do you normally wear?' She flushes.

'Well quite a lot of my viewers enjoy watching me when I do my morning exercises,' she admits, 'I could try my sportsgear?' You beam at her.

'Wow, really?' you cheer, 'that sounds really neat! I'm sure you look awesome in it!' She seems to be getting into this and she turns back to her wardrobe.

'How about that?' She asks you.

'Wow,' you say, 'it really does seem as though you just finished a good hard workout! Big Sis is a great actor as well! Oh, I know, how about another one of you kneeling down! Go on, do it like this!' You demonstrate for her to hide your compulsion. She quickly copies your pose.

'You mean like this?' She asks you. You beam at her.

'Yeah, that's great, now hold it just like that for a moment!' You quickly plant your head on her lap.

'Hey,' she exclaims, 'what are you doing?' You quickly snap a picture. More proof for a certain someone.

'Sorry, Big Sis,' you apologise, 'I just wanted to know what it felt like for a moment. I'll get off now. Are you alright? You can get up now.' She looks decidedly flustered, not sure how to react. Maybe you can push this a bit further...

'You want me to demonstrate how flexible I am?' She repeats, somewhat confused. You nod.

'Yeah, models have to do all sorts of tricky poses, right? If you can pull some really tough stuff off I bet you'll be able to impress the important modelling guys!' You've been giving her compulsions and heaping praise on her. Now you are giving her the wide eye routine. Making sure everything is still innocent, just a young woman practicing for a set with her little bro helping her out.

'Well what did you have in mind?' She asks. You show the pose, taking advantage of a child's natural flexibility.

'Do it like this?' You tell her. She copies your pose.

'This is really quite difficult!' she gasps, 'and do I really need the glasses?' You nod.

'Of course,' you assure her, 'totally different look. Variety is important, I think. Easing her into wearing a swinsuit was easier than you had suspected. After all, models have to wear swimsuits all the time. She'd never be able to cut it as a model if she couldn't wear a swimsuit in front of her own brother. When you phrased it like that she had to agree. The next one will likely be trickier. You hold up her next outfit.

'How about this one?' you ask, making sure not to use the compulsion just yet. She hesitates.

'That one?' she repeats, 'don't you think that's a bit too much?' You glance back at the outfit in your hands, then back over at her.

'Why?' you ask, 'it isn't any less than what you have on right now, is it?' Cassie hesitates.

'Well it is, a little,' she mumbles, 'but it's not about that...' you cock your head. Confused child doesn't understand adult dress sense.

'You won't know til you try it on, right? Come on! Put it on! Please!' This one might be a little bit forceful. Her body is already moving to obey you. But it seems as though she's interpreting this inside her head as her giving in.

'Alright then...' she sighs, 'just this one, okay?'

'Like this?' She asks, blushing. You take the picture. Scattering the rose petals was more difficult than you had thought it would be. Good job there were some in a vase nearby. Perhaps Cassie had a secret admirer? Or maybe her boyfriend sent her to them from abroad. Whoever it was you doubted they knew their gift would be used like this.

'I can't believe I'm doing this...' she mutters again.

'That's sooooooo good!' you encourage, 'you really are great at this, Big Sis! I don't know why those model guys haven't hired you yet!' She sits back up.

'That was the last one, alright?' she says, trying to reassert herself. Well that won't do. Your face falls.

'But I already picked out the next one!' You protest. 'This one will be last, I promise! One more! Okay?' She looks as though she might protest but relents in the end.

'Nothing racier than this one, alright?' she warns you. You cock your head.

'Racey?' you repeat, 'we don't need to race, Big Sis! It's a photo shoot, silly! If you are worried about the size don't worry! There's a lot more to this outfit! Look!' She looks at the outfit in your hands, then to your eager face, and her blush grows more pronounced.

'Can you not look at me like that?' she asks you. You blink innocently at her.

'Like what?' you ask her, 'I don't get what you are saying, Big Sis! Just hold there for a moment! There! Perfect! Incredible! I think this might be the best one yet! You can relax now, Big Sis!' She falls down, worn out from holding that pose. You left her like that deliberately, even managed to use a Suggestion to coax her into deriving sexual pleasure from posing for you. Not all the liquid running off her body right now is sweat, of that you are sure. You hand her a bottle of water.

'Drink this,' you tell her, 'then you can change back! Mom always says you got to stay high-rated!' She giggles in spite of herself.

'That's 'hydrated' she corrects you.' You shrug.

'Yeah, that too,' you say with a grin. She's pretty well primed by now. It's now or never. Time for the tricky bit.

She's lying on her bed, back in her sweats. That she changed into that instead of back into her original outfit is fairly telling. Of course, you would have preferred she remain in that last outfit. You really would like to know why she even has that. Did she wear that on stream one time? You can imagine why horny guys would misunderstand if they showed up to a session and she was wearing that. Though their reaction would likely have been the same just from seeing her in her workout clothes.

'I can't believe you made me do all that!' she exclaims, 'and where did you even find that last outfit? I was sure I hid it away!' You don't bother answering her first question. You do address her first comment.

'Big Sis,' you chastise her, 'now that doesn't seem fair! I didn't make you do anything, right? I asked if you wanted to do it and you did! And I know you enjoyed doing it as well, right? It makes you feel all warm inside, right?' She blushes, looking up at you with some confusion.

'Zach, what are you...' you make a shushing sound with a finger against your mouth.

'Hush, relax, Big Sis,' you tell her, 'you can just lie there and let me help you. Just relax your body and feel that warm feeling inside you build up. Her flush is growing, but so is her confusion. You run a hand up her leg, she flinches, but only slightly. You stroke her thigh as you continue.

'I may just be a kid but I know a few things about grown ups. I saw my mum do this once. She got all worked up one day and touched herself. It sounded like she really liked it. It feels like Big Sis would like the same, right?' Your hand drifts further up her thigh and she raises a hand slowly to catch yours. Instead you guide it with your other hand until her hand is between her own legs.

'Big Sis wants to do it?' you ask, 'that's fine. Don't mind me, just touch it like you normally do. I want you to enjoy yourself. Let all the joy and happiness build up.' She's shaking her head now, but she can't move her probing fingers away from her snatch. She's already dipping them under her pants and exploring. She understands that something is wrong but cannot place it yet.

'What...' she manages, 'what is happening?' You lie down besides her, cupping her cheek and looking into her eyes.

'I came here today to help, Big Sis,' you explain, 'you've been suffering lately, I know. And I'm here to make you feel better. You can just relax and leave everthing to me now. I promise I'll make all the bad feelings go away.' You guide her other hand to her breast and it begins to move without you needing to give any further instructions. She's now actively masturbating in front of you, her body following your instructions even as her mind struggles to understand.

'I don't,' she continues, 'this isn't... what...' you stroke her cheek.

'You've been struggling,' you tell her, 'someone close to you said some mean things about you. It hurt a lot deep down inside. And so I came to make you feel better. Even if only for now. So don't fight it. Don't fight me. Enjoy it. Let go and feel the pleaure build.' She's leaking down her thighs now, her arousal building even if she wouldn't want it to. And as the body reacts, the sensations building up cannot be easily ignored by the mind.

'No,' she mutters, 'this is not...' but her body continues to betray her and a moan interrupts her protest.

'Don't you worry about anything,' you tell her, 'I'll be the perfect little brother for you, take care of everything. Just relax and let the pleasure build. Leave it to me.' Her hands are making a squelching sound now as she pushes her fingers in deeper. You decide to help her out a bit. You move your head close to her ear.

'Entrust yourself to me and unimaginable pleasure awaits,' you whisper, 'let me show you. Let it go! Let it explode out of you!' you nip lightly at her ear and she seems to take that as a trigger for her body suddenly snaps taut and then rocks as she screams out in orgasm before collapsing back onto the bed. You allow your satisfaction to cross your face for a moment. This is proving to be a lot of fun.

'You really are doing well, Big Sis,' you coax her, 'it really feels good to do as I say, doesn't it?' Cassie's eyes snap open and she looks at you with a clarity that she hasn't possessed all evening. Clearly the orgasm shook some of the cobwebs loose.

'What are you doing to me?' she demands, 'why can't I control my body?' You lean forward and smile.

'I'm trying to help you, Big Sis,' you encourage her, 'I just want to help you relax and feel good. And if you can't do that on your own then you'll have to listen to me so I can make sure of it. Do you understand?' She's clearly trying to frown at you but her body is too relaxed to move as she wishes.

'No,' she protests, 'this is wrong, I shouldn't be...' You strike her across the face. Disipline for disobedience, pleasure for obedience.

'Now, now,' you chide her, 'that's not what you should be thinking about, Big Sis. I can't help you if you won't let me, you know! You have do as you are told or you can't feel good. You've felt it, right? Felt how hot and wet you've been getting. Well start feeling it again, ok? You can only feel this way because of me. And so you need to be good. You need to prove to me you can be good and obey. And I'll reward you by making sure this feeling keeps building. You need this. Your body needs this. Everytime I say that you are a 'good girl' you'll find your body getting more and more excited. Understand? Good girl!' She shudders as pleasure rocks her body.

'See,' you continue, 'isn't that so much better?' she's trying to shake her head. Well, there was always going to be resistance once she reached this stage. It's an inevitable step anyway, you weren't likely to get her to obey you willingly through half measures.

'Zach,' she manages, 'this isn't right. I know you think you are helping me and I don't know how you are doing it, but... not like this...' Well that's interesting, she still has a surprising amount of affection for you even at this stage. Your Aura must be working overtime tonight. You kiss the top of her head.

'It may feel wrong right now,' you tell her, 'but not for long. Soon it will feel sooooo right! Now then, take your clothes off. It's time to get started.' Her eyes widen but her body is already moving to obey you.

'See how much easier that is,' you continue, 'good girl.' She shudders as the pleasure grows. You are hoping to let this next one build up, keep edging her until she's pleading with you to let he climax. And of course you'll let her. Once she submits. You order her onto her feet and she stands before you in all her glorious nudity. Shit, and you thought your mother had a great pair. Cassie's are just a little shy of being too large in your opinion. They have to at least be realistic, though you might be in the minority for that. She's blushing heavily and quivering, trying to cross her legs as her arousal continues to seep from between them. Delicious, such a shame you can't enjoy it.

'Good girl,' you say again, enjoying the reaction, 'you understand now. You instinctively know that I am here to help you and you also know that you need to do as I say to be set free. Now you just need to internalise that knoweldge, okay?' You push with a Suggestion next.

'Resisting is imposssible so I should just go along with him for now'

You feel her try to resist the Suggestion but it takes root regardless. Next you order her onto all fours. You'll ride her around like a horse for a bit to let her situation sink in.

'Remember,' you say to her, 'this is all for your own benefit. You'll thank me for this, I promise. You understand right? I'm sure you do. You are a good girl, after all!'

You can feel that Cassie's resistance is breaking down. All in all, you have been fortunate in this matter. Her initial fondness for you likely went a long way into causing her to let her guard down and let your Aura do it's work. And you managed to lead her on for a long while before she suspected anything was amiss and started to raise her guard. Now you feel you are entering the final stages. You've been giving Cassie more and more outrageous orders, parading her naked through her flat, having her take a picture of her own body and sending it to you. Then taking another one while posing with you with a smile on her face.

You had her open the windows and stand in front of them, not that anyone was likely to see her, and you even had her use the toilet in front of you, though it isn't something you necessarily see the appeal in yourself. All the while you are encouraging her arousal, stoking it and building on it, but not letting it get away. You want her to edge and keep edging, to feel that need, that desire building up inside her. This entire time you've managed to play the misguided but benevolent being trying to help her in its own strange way and while this wasn't part of your initial plan it's certainly proving to be effective. Even through everything she still likes you. You even burn your last Suggestion enforcing this idea, confident now that you can break her before night time.

You've been very clear all through this that all the tasks you've been instructing her to perform aren't about your personal enjoyment, but about letting her understand her place. You are careful not to make it seem as though you are making her serve you and more about just making sure she knows to obey. Perhaps this has also helped to disassociate her situation from the true intent behind it. Not that it's likely easy for her to think clearly right now with the arousal having reached such a point that she's practically flooding the room with her juices. She's even panting now, drool leaking from her mouth, her face bright red and her gaze unfocused and needy.

'There you go,' you encourage her, 'this is much better, isn't it?' She nods, struggling with speech. She only has a single desire right now, everything else is lost in a pink haze of lust. She'd bark if you told her to, but you don't actually want to make her into a pet. Though you will be wanting one of those at some point.

'I know what you want,' you tell her, 'and you know what I want. So we'll come to an agreement, won't we? You give me what I want and I'll give you what you want? Alright?' She nods eagerly, desperately, then you frown and she realises you want to hear it.

'I'll do it!' she gasps, 'please let me do it! Whatever you want! I'll obey! Just please let me! Let me cum! I want... no, I need it! Please show me that world again! The world you promised me! I can't take it in this miserable world anymore!' You stroke her head.

'Well done,' you tell her, 'you have made remarkable progress my dear. And while I'm sure we'll need to do a lot more work before we are finished I think I can be satisfied for now. So then, now for your reward. Cassie, climax now!' Her mouth opens but nothing comes out. At least not immediately. She shudders and collapses and a long moan escapes her mouth as her body jerks. The orgasm explodes out of her with almost tangible force. Your control over her body is complete and in many ways terrifying. She may well end up hurting herself if you aren't careful. Now all that remains is to dive into her head one last time, though you aren't really sure what else needs to be done.

You have already done good work getting Cassie into an appropriate position for tomorrow. In which case you should be able to use this Dream Invasion for something a bit beyond your original intentions. The obvious next step from 'willing' to obey your orders is 'wanting' to obey. So you'll see if you can't start developing in her a sense of enjoyment and arousal from obeying you and moving as you wish her to. Might not be a terrible idea to prep her for a possible possession as well.

You doubt you'd be so wasteful as to make someone already obedient to you a target, but one day you hope to be able to transfer between bodies freely, and prepping some of your minions so they welcome your intrusion would certainly be helpful. Hell, you could even go as far as to hide yourself in Cassie in the event that hostile forces aware of your abilities ever start moving against you in force. It won't ever be Cassie's primary role, but it certainly shouldn't detract from anything else you intend for her.

She's almost out cold already so your Sleep takes hold with no resistance at all, not that she would have been able to resist it if she was properly conscious. You can't help but wonder if just ordering her to sleep would trigger her body to shut down, or if there is too much mental input involved for that to really work. No matter, you saved your remaining 15 Mana just for this. You'll have to hope nothing attacks you on your way back home as after this you'll be totally wiped out.

Back inside her mind you drag Cassie back to her conversation with Lucas. But this time his words to her are muffled, far less impactful. There's only one person's voice that matters to her anymore. And this whiney, immature brat isn't the one. No, he doesn't matter any more. Only her one and only Master is important to her now. The one she's given her heart and body to. Even now in this room she can feel the invisible threads on her body that connect her to Him, every limb and every joint. So much so that her entire body can be moved according to His every whim, any time He wants. And the mere thought of it is thrilling to her.

She's a puppet on His strings and she'll happily dance for Him whenever He wishes. As a matter of fact the sheer anticipation makes her wet as she sits there screening her fool brother's words out and hoping every moment that there will be a tug on those strings and her body will move without her own input or even knowledge and she'll be brought before Him, a passenger inside herself. And as she feels them suddenly go taut and tug at her body she fights the urge to cream herself right then and there. She can't orgasm yet, she hasn't been told to. She can't do anything unless she's told. Without uttering a word to Lucas she is dragged onto her feet and moves away from him, she doesn't even know where, nor did she care.

She isn't left wondering for long. Soon she finds herself sinking to her knees before her Master. She can't make out His form but she knows His touch and His voice resonates with her like nothing else matters.

'Strip,' He commands her and her fingers are fumbling at her clothes before the word is even fully out of His mouth. She's so eager to obey, so wet. She'd been hoping He'd order her, even though He could just move her strings and make her do it. It doesn't take her long before she's naked before Him, proudly displaying herself before her owner. She's always been proud of her fit, curvaceous body. She had thought that she could use it to make money modelling. Maybe she still will. But only if He tells her to. She only wants to use her body for Him now. She knows that if she disobeys she'll be punished, but she can't think of a single reason why she would want to. Not when doing as she's told feels so good!

'Well done,' He tells her and she cums lightly just from the praise. It won't be the last time, either. Knowing He is happy with her is all she ever needs anymore. He commands her again and she obeys, not even caring what He tells her to do, her body responding to her Master's words before her brain can even process the instructions. Her pussy gushing with joy at his obvious delight at her performance. Obeying and serving and doing as she is told brings her the most incredible joy.

'I'm going to try something different today,' He tells her, 'turn around.' She obeys, of course she does. He moves behind her and she feels His touch upon her back. Then suddenly she feels something strange, like His body is pushing into hers, seeping into her. So strange, yet it doesn't feel bad or wrong in any way. Quite the contrary, if this is what Master wishes to do then Master can do it. The sensation stops and her body climbs to it's feet. But she isn't moving it and neither are the strings. Master is controlling her body directly now, she really is just a passenger, free to bask in His warmth for as long as this sensation lasts.

Her arousal burns inside of her as she watches through eyes she can't control anymore as her body moves to the wardrobe and begins to pull an outfit on. A very special one she'd been saving. Master is manipulating her body like it's His very own, and nothing's ever felt this good. Anything Master desires, Cassie will happily give to Him or do for Him, she'll even give up her own body. Her outfit finished she heads over to her laptop, fiddles with her webcam, makes sure everything is ready and working and then all of a sudden she's live.

'Hey everyone,' her mouth is moving, words are coming out but Cassie isn't actually the one speaking. She's struggling to process now, it just feels too good. Lost in a haze of pleasure and arousal as her Master flaunts her body like it was designed to be. Before she's overwhelmed and passes out she can only hope that Master enjoys using her...

You manage to coax Cassie into bed. It's more difficult than you had hoped but fortunately her body is still obeying you even if her mind is currently away. Not much you can do about the mess she's made everywhere, stains on almost every carpet from her excitement. But that isn't really your problem. She'll clean it up or she won't, what matters is that your instructions sink in properly. You almost certainly pushed her too hard with that dream, you'll be lucky if even a fraction of it takes hold of her long term.

But it doesn't actually need to take hold long term, it just needs to soften her up, prep her for the work that is to come. For that something big and bold should do the job fine. At least you hope it will, you aren't exactly an expert at this, you are really going based off instinct here. But your instinct has led you pretty well so far so you'll keep relying on it. And your instinct is telling you to head home for the night, as much as your weary body is petitioning to remain here and sleep in Cassie's bed, you aren't entirely convinced you've done a good enough job on her, not to wake to the sensation of her attempting to throttle you to death in your sleep. Best to wait until the latest instruction has sunk in before approaching her again.

So you call your mother and have her pick you up. She's confused and concerned about your staying out late, but you fob her off easily enough by telling her you were spending time at a friend's house. You've fiddled with the poor woman's mind so much by this point that it's really difficult for her to go against you at all. A pity you have no way of marking her soul the same way you did your little sister. Maybe one day you'll reach that point, but by that point will it even matter? You aren't so sure.

The only thing you are sure of is that you are totally beat and need a good night's sleep. And that is of course when you feel the familiar grip upon your soul. Impossible! It can't be! This isn't right! It isn't supposed to be until tomorrow! But you aren't ready yet! But the grip on you doesn't seem to care, pulling you off the floor and into the blackness once again...

Immediately something is different, besides the obvious time disparity. You are deposited, less roughly than ususal, not on cold stone, but on soft carpet. It's a lot warmer in here as well, you are fairly certain you can hear a fire crackling behind you. And the sounds of feminine giggling. You are now thoroughly confused, daring to risk a look upwards to try to glean an explanation from your tormentor, only to find a completely different figure sprawled out on the plush sofa in front of you with a glass of wine in one hand.

You recognise her immediately, but that doesn't really explain anything. It just gives you a shit load more questions than before! Most prominant among them being: Why the Hell are all of the demon women so ridiculously hot? You remember thinking this before, but it's surfacing again now. It is so fucking unfair that such powerful individuals inspire in you such a strong desire to find a body with a properly functioning reproductive system!

'Surprised?' she asks you, her voice full of mirth, 'scared you did I? I'm sure you thought I was your Mistress, summoning you early! She actually almost did just that, you know? In the middle of our meeting she stood up and cried, 'wait it's collection day isn't it?' and stormed out of the room before any of us could stop her. I manged to catch up to her and remind her that it's actually not due until tomorrow. Feel free to thank me, child.'

You goggle at her, still trying to process what in the Hell is going on here. First of all, how the hell has this chick been able to summon you?! Surely your boss isn't going to just let anyone do it! Secondly, does The Torturer know about this? You find that unlikely. If she ever does find out she'll be seriously pissed! Thirdly, what does this new demon even want with you! She knows your mistress so that likely makes her a Supervisor, and if the giggles behind you are any indication she already has her own subordinates. You honestly cannot think of a single reason why she would want to speak to you.

'To answer a few of the questions inevitably swimming around in that tiny, pig like brain of yours,' she continues, imperiously, 'I am Eris, The Switcher, colleague to your 'employer' The Torturer. I summoned you via that helpful little bracelet you have on your arm. You may recall it was my familiar who handed it to you,' she gestures to the small red dragon you didn't notice before, nestled on her lap. Lucky bastard, maybe you could possess him!

'Well I added one of my willing souls to the bracelet before I had my little one give it to you,' she explains, 'it doesn't really do all that much, just feeds me information about what items you put inside it and allows me to summon you here just like your own Mistress can. Not especially useful, I don't have too great a desire to have a filthy man scumming up my lavish carpets, but needs must.

'As for the reason why I've summoned you today, a day in advance of your due meeting with my good friend, well I thought to lend you my aid. I've been good friends with Sera for the longest time and I would hate for her to suffer from the disapointment of being let down by her only subordinate. So I decided I'd bring you here and bequeath to you a new Soul Contract I recently obtained. It should allow you to evade the worst of your Mistress' wrath, wouldn't you agree?'

Your mind races as you try to understand this woman's intentions. To start with, you don't buy for a second that this person is 'good' friends with that crazy sadist! And even if she is telling the truth, demons have very different definitions of the word 'friend'. So, you most certainly cannot trust her, just like you cannot trust any of the demons you've met. But her offer to give you a Soul Contract is probably genuine. There's no reason for a being of her strength to lie to you or attempt to deceive you. And she'd be just as in trouble with your boss as Aria or Soprano would be if they fucked with you, so there must be some other motivation here.

As for the Soul Contract itself, well it isn't necessarily useless to you. Just because you already have plans to secure yourself a sucker to hand over, doesn't mean that said plan is fool proof. You could take Eris's offer and then just keep Cassie for yourself without having to bother with your original plan. Perhaps more tantalising, you could accept the offer, obtain a new contract, go ahead with your original plan to fuck over the sleaze, hand him over to your boss and then keep the soul of whoever was unfortunate enough to find themselves in The Switcher's hands.

Of course the flip side of this argument is that you really don't want to entangle yourself with yet another untrustworthy demon who could turn on you at any moment. It would probably be safest to simply turn her down as politely as possible and proceed as you had originally planned. Eris would probably be disatisfied, but she can't really do anything to you, she doesn't have your soul after all so she can't really hurt you. And there's no way of knowing how many strings she'll attach to this magnificant but sketchy deal she's suddenly proposing at the last minute.

Yeah, no. This offer coming out of nowhere is waaaay too sketch! You don't really want to get caught up in some political bickering between the demons. As useful as another soul would be it will also likely come with a great deal of baggage. Right now you are more concerned with what she said about the bracelet she gave you. Her being able to summon you at will is annoying but not dangerous.

But her knowing what is inside is a lot more worrying. This means she almost certainly knows about The Diary and there's no way she'll believe it is just a normal weapon. At best she'll assume it's something The Torturer gave you so you could go on a murder spree to gather her souls. At worst she might end up coveting it or reporting its presence to your boss. And that could easily lead to disaster.

But there isn't any good way of trying to insure her silence on this matter without inadvertantly admitting to Eris of The Diary's importance. Your greatest hope is of course that she doesn't recognise it for what it really is. And so long as whatever soul she's got monitoring you doesn't work it out she's got no reason to suspect you. After all, few are going to believe that some nobody just happened to stumble across the most coveted and potentially potent item in the entire demon world!

'I appreciate your generous and magnanimous offer, My Lady,' you reply, 'but I am already confident I can obtain a Soul Contract in time for my meeting with Mistress and I would not wish you to inconvenience yourself for my sake.' You don't feel nearly as bad sucking up to this chick as you do your own boss. Eris didn't torture you for dozens of agonising years. She laughs.

'What's the matter,' she teases, 'do you not trust me, child? Well you'd be correct in that assumption. Perhaps I was a little too obvious. But I must confess I am surprised, child. In these brief moments you've displayed a level of competence far beyond what I typically expect from your Mistress, friend or not. I'll be honest with you then. My desire to aid you is genuine, though it is of course not for your benefit that I do so. I seek my own satisfaction from your struggles and look forward to the inevitable conclusion. Whether you are the one who finally breaks or if she breaks first will certainly be interesting to witness, if nothing else.

'So then, I'll rephrase myself. I will be bestowing my assistance upon you. You, child, have no right to refuse it! You may believe yourself to be safe from me but I assure you I can make your life difficult in a myriad of different ways! I was at one point considering purchasing you off of that fool and meeting you now makes me feel like that really would be a worthwhile investment. For now, however, I will accept that you may not require the contract I prepared for you. Still, an extra servant all of your own would not go amiss, I am sure. You would be well served to take it and be thankful for it, strings and all!

'If you really do not require it, however, I believe I can offer you something else of equal or greater value. My familiar has observed the rather pitiful host you appear to have found yourself in. While it is impressive that you have achieved all that you have with such a diminutive frame you are no doubt looking for something more robust? I can bestow upon you something that will guarantee you transfer yourself into a different body. So long as you don't target someone with real power your success should be guaranteed.

'If neither are to your desire I have one more idea. I can pull a few strings for you and arrange for your weekly soul quota to be temporarily postponed for a week. Surely you can appreciate an opportunity to move freely without such a deadline looming over you all the time, yes? And before you ask, yes I am confident I can convince Sera to agree to it. At worst I'll just arrange a small holiday for her. She always did love a good soak in the Mt Vulcane Hot Springs! Regardless, the choice is yours. None pose any inconvenience to me so choose whatever you feel will suit you best. You will choose though! I am sure you can understand that I am not used to being refused by hairless monkeys with only the barest minimum of required sapience!'

You feel as though she's almost forcing herself to come off as abrasive towards you, for whatever reason that might be. And you certainly do not want her causing trouble for you. Still, Eris is nothing like Aria, she's going to be far more difficult to deal with, even if she is at the moment in the process of bullying you into accepting a gift of hers. You don't really want to run the risk of her causing you problems so you'll just have to accept her generosity and hope to prepare yourself for when she eventually reveals her plans for you, as well as her fangs!

All the options sound useful, but the guaranteed soul transfer is probably the best selection for your current objectives. It wouldn't be a full solution but it would certainly bring you a lot closer to finally departing your current dilemna. As much as you'd love to get The Torturer off of your back for a week the time itself is only as useful as your ability to make use of it. Another week milling around as Zach may not be as useful as getting a shortcut to escaping this phase of your prgression and finally moving on to something with more potential.

'As you wish,' you relent, 'I'll take the guaranteed host transfer.' She nodded tossing an item at you.

'You are sensible as I suspected. Take it. It's simple enough to use. Point and focus, even a monkey could pull it off.' You glance down at the item in your hands. It's a laser pointer. Point it at the intended target and take their body. Shouldn't be too difficult. Hopefully not even you can fuck this up. Now you just need a target to use it on. And a plan for dealing with the aftermath.

'I'm looking forward to seeing how you make use of it,' she comments, 'now off you go, I'm not one for idle conversation.' And with that you are unceremoniously dismissed. She certainly doesn't waste time. A blink later and you are back in your own room. Great, another inscrutable demon to worry about! Why are they all focusing on you? Is it some sort of karma from inheriting The Diary. Is it somehow calling out to attract enemies towards you? Ina, the Church, all the demons. Why has so much trouble found you so quickly? You drift to sleep fretting over these issues.