Beverly opened her eyes. And found herself in the void.
Her eyes gazed around. She'd gotten the hang of lucid dreaming quite some time ago, so she definitely knew she was asleep. Though, she really didn't have to be a master in that field to know her surroundings weren't real. The entire space was a deep gray, with colorful chains crossing over the sky. Beverly was in a kneeling position. Beverly didn't fucking kneel for anyone, so she stood up and walked around experimentally. Towards one of the chains.
Predictably, she didn't come any closer to said orange chain. They seemed to be just... a part of the background. A part of a strange sky, in a way. Beverly crossed her arms. She had to admit, this dream felt more real than most. Obviously, she could just will herself to wake up. But she finally had some peace and quiet.
And she would definitely use her time wisely. So, she began unbuckling her belt and sliding her hand in to get off-
"You have the same idea as me, don't you?"
Beverly's hand shot out of her panties faster than it came in. She whipped around to meet the source of the voice. A scowl formed on her face as the man came into view. God damn it. She wasn't alone. And the guy in front of her definitely wasn't a hot lady whose holes she could take advantage of.
No, instead, he came suited in black, gray, and red attire. He looked as though he was going to some kind of black tie event, only his outfit looked far too extravagant. It looked more like he was in fancy cosplay. His sleek, black hair was pointed up with what looked like way too much gel. But most unsettlingly -- one of his legs seemed to fade out at the point of his left knee. What was left was some kind of spiral going around where his leg and foot would be.
And the worst part of him was his smile. He looked just like all the cocky, stuck up guys Beverly had to break through to get to where she landed. She wanted all but to slug it off his face.
"Good evening, lovely lady," he said. Even his voice was obnoxious.
"Enough formalities," Beverly snapped. "Who are you, and where am I?"
He snickered. Beverly felt chills down her spine -- she quickly shook them off. She hated nothing more than being scared. "I am the distortion titled M.S.R.Y. You can just call me Misery."
"Okay, Misery," Beverly mocked his name. "Hope the trip here from Hot Topic went well for you."
Misery hissed. "Harsh. Seems that little girl led me to the right person, hmm?"
Beverly raised an eyebrow. Nothing this man said made any sense. "You'd better start talking in actual sentences that make sense. What is a distortion, and what 'little girl' are you talking about?"
"I'm a distortion in the fabric of space-time. Decided to take a trip to your world since this girl--"
He held his hand up, and a bubble formed. Beverly squinted, looking in, seeing the face of... Chaya. The girl who dared to defy her. The girl who dared to sully her image and break free from the ropes Beverly kept her in. Beverly's blood boiled looking at Chaya. She had no more power over her, and that thought was abysmal.
"Led me to you." Misery closed his hand and walked around behind Beverly. Beverly kept turning around to meet his eyes, but he seemed to just teleport around her. She was getting close to having enough of this. "You seemed like a good vessel. So I just went into your brain and... I just kind of, y'know, took over your body, hmm?"
"Uh-huh." Beverly wasn't convinced. "Alright. I've heard enough. You can wake me up now."
"But we haven't even gotten to the best part!" Misery protested. "No. I've given you something you deeply want. Don't you want to hear about it?"
"No. I have everything I could possibly need."
That was a lie, though Beverly was good at hiding that. After her long days of barking orders at people and firing anyone who stepped an inch out of line, she'd go back to her empty mansion. All she'd do was have a tall glass of wine and watch the latest trashy reality TV episode. Even though her employees were at her beck and call, they weren't her playthings. That's what Beverly wanted. She wanted--
"Playthings."
Beverly blinked. Could he read her mind? "Fuck."
"Yeah, I'm a part of you now. Meaning I can see what you're thinking." He kept talking before Beverly was about to interject, as if he were some kind of bulldozer. "Don't worry. I won't judge. I can help you get that. I can help you get people kneeling at your feet, worshiping you like a god."
Beverly clicked her tongue. Now he was speaking her language. But, she had to stay careful of what she thought. She still wasn't convinced. "And how exactly would you go about that?"
Misery got close to her ear. She was about to recoil, before he said--
"Brainwashing."
"Huh?"
"Yes. By taking over your body, I've given you certain... abilities, you could say. When you wake up from this dream, you're going to be able to brainwash anyone in your path. You won't even have to learn how to do it -- it's going to come to you effortlessly."
Okay. Now he was back to speaking nonsense. "Can I please just wake up?" Beverly yawned. "Brainwashing powers would... definitely help me. But I'm a realistic lady. I don't believe in that crap."
"Really?"
"Yes, really."
"Well, that's a shame," Misery signed in resignment. "I guess that when you wake up, then, you won't want to go ahead and brainwash the first person coming to you. Wouldn't that be sad? You having all this power -- the power to make anyone your bitch -- and you not even using it."
The hairs on Beverly's skin stood. Not in fear. In arousal. She couldn't help but pant at the thought of that. The thought of having a meek intern come in front of her, and Beverly taking over her mind. Making her... well, whatever Beverly wanted. A mindless drone, a brainless bimbo, an enthusiastic servant, a free use whore...
"You like that, don't you?" Misery smirked. "You know you want that. I know you want that. So... why not use my gift for your benefit?"
Beverly narrowed her eyes. This was too good to be true. "And what's in it for you?"
Misery shrugged. "A home, for the multiverse's most powerful being to hang around in. And what seems like good company."
"...So in exchange for brainwashing powers to make anyone do my bidding, you just need a home," Beverly confirmed. "You need a vessel."
"Not a vessel, per se. More like an office space. I know you wouldn't like being some random dude's house."
"Yes, I'm not a fan of freeloaders."
Beverly's voice came with a harsh snap to it. Misery didn't seem to care. He seemed to be just completely unfazed. And... just here for a good time. Beverly walked up to him. She grabbed his chin firmly, and forced him to look into her eyes. The look in his eyes waivered a bit. Good. She liked that.
"Are there any limits to what your brainwashing can do?"
"Nope. Only whatever you don't want to do."
Beverly's grip tightened. She glared into his eyes. The most sadistic smile on her lips. She wasn't entirely convinced, still, that this wasn't utter bullshit. But if this 'distortion' being was right... if this was real...
"Then, if you’re being serious… I think we're going to get along better than I thought," Beverly chuckled.
~~
Beverly woke up soon after she said that, and realized she hadn’t been in her bed. Her body was slouched over her office desk, head down on the surface. Beverly quickly gathered herself, straightening her blouse and breathing heavily. Who had seen her like this? What kind of weird dream was that? She still felt kind of weird, but… she had to shake off the feeling. Things had to get done around here, after all, and she’d be damned if she would ever trust anyone else to be competent.

        As if someone read her mind, the door slid open. Beverly’s head whipped up to meet Alyssa’s. Meek, awkward Alyssa. One of her entry level admin assistants. Beverly knew she was inexperienced, and yet, her occasional incompetency still pissed her off.

        “What do you want?” Beverly hissed. “I’m very busy around here.”

"I-I, um, I just wanted to check on you, Miss," Alyssa murmured. "You, well, you passed out in your office while you were speaking to me, and I didn't know if--"
"Okay, point taken," Beverly snapped. "You didn't need all those extra words, though. You're dismissed."
Alyssa nodded politely, and began to head out the door. Beverly looked down, eyes to her computer screen. Perpetually going through her email inbox.
She was interrupted once more when Alyssa stopped. "Um, Miss, if it's okay..."
It wasn't, but go on, Beverly thought.
"This... this whole, um, world control thing you've been going on about, um..." Alyssa tapped her fingers together, and looked away from Beverly's eyes. "Are you, well, okay?" Beverly winced in fury. The indignity to even ask something like that. "Doesn't this feel a bit... extreme, to you?"
For a while, Beverly sat there in silence, trying to think of what to say. No. This was not extreme in the slightest. Beverly knew that. She had all this power; as the head of a megacorporation, she could damn well do whatever she wanted. After all, other CEOs had similar ideas, selling customer's data illegally or immorally tracking people's locations and movements. Beverly hadn't gone off the deep end. She just realized she needed to catch up.
And no one - not even the little idiot in front of her - was going to stop her. No one would get in her way.
"Alyssa," Beverly spoke in a soft, gentle voice, one uncharacteristic for her. "Would you come here, please?"
"O-of course." Alyssa walked back to Beverly slowly. She looked like a mouse knowingly walking into a trap. Of course, Alyssa couldn't say no. No one could. Beverly was terrifying. The way her hair was immaculately done, the sight of her thousand-dollar suit, and the way she now, standing up, towered over Alyssa.
Beverly's hands reached out, cusping Alyssa's cheeks. Alyssa froze like a deer in headlights.
For a while, Beverly kept her there, looking into her eyes pathetically.
Then-
SLAP!
"Idiot," Beverly hissed after delivering a harsh, sudden slap to Alyssa's right cheek. "You know better than to ask such stupid questions. I should just fire you on the spot."
"Y-you can't do that!" Alyssa cried out, tears forming in her eyes from the slap. "I... I can report you! You're, you're going too far!"
"No," Beverly smirked. She held Alyssa's in her hands firmly by the face. "I'm not going far enough."
"S-stop! Just-- just let me go!" Alyssa started to plead, but Beverly had enough.
"Never."
When Beverly spoke, her voice dropped an entire octave. She may not have noticed it, but her eyes turned completely red, white spirals replacing her pupils. Her nails dug into Alyssa's cheeks. Power surged through her. Alyssa's eyes widened, her jaw dropping to the ground, before her body went slack in Beverly's hands. Her brain stopped working. Beverly had taken it over.
"You will do as I say," Beverly said. "You will do whatever I want, whenever I want. Soon, you will see why I am the one in charge. Because you, Alyssa, want to do what I tell you to. Just like a good bitch in heat."
Beverly went on. And then she exhaled. The room stopped spinning for both of them. Beverly collapsed back in her seat, panting as her eyes returned to normal.
The power. Beverly couldn't believe it.
        It took Beverly a moment to adjust, reorienting to her surroundings. She looked to her left and right, vaguely feeling as though someone was watching behind her. And then she looked back to Alyssa in front of her. Alyssa’s body looked the same, but her face looked completely different.
        Alyssa’s teary, nervous expression was replaced with a dazed grin, drooling at the corner. The pupils in her eyes spiraled clockwise, her eyelids half-open. Her demeanor had completely changed. She was no longer anxious, or nervous, or… frightened.
        No. She looked brainwashed.
        Beverly couldn’t believe it. The apparition in her head wasn’t making it up? No. She needed to test it. “Alyssa,” she inhaled, “I order you to get naked, now.”
        “Okay, Mistress!” Alyssa said dimly. She rose back to her feet fully, and her clothes flew off her body. She was eager to follow Beverly’s command, with zero hesitation or reservations. Beverly bit her lip, admiring Alyssa’s body. Her nice curves, her nice tits, her nice… well, everything. Beverly had never seen her in that light, but she couldn’t believe she hadn’t. At least she… presumably… could make up for lost time now.
        Her bra and panties came off last, leaving her completely bare naked. “What do you want me to do next, Mistress?”
        Beverly couldn’t hide the wicked grin on her face. Oh, she was going to have so much fun.
        “I want you to get under my desk and eat me out,” she ordered, sitting back down in her chair. Beverly quickly pushed her panties down and spread her legs. “Now.”
        “Okay, Mistress!”
        Beverly never enjoyed work quite this much. If she could brainwash anyone… to do whatever she wanted… she had to see how far that power went with Alyssa. The idea made Beverly orgasm faster than Alyssa could physically work her mouth.
~~
        Meanwhile, somewhere completely different:
        “Chaya! Wake up! We’ve gotta get you ready for your first mission!”
        “Huh? Wuh?” Chaya awoke slowly to the sensation of Libby shaking her body left and right enthusiastically. Her first mission? Already? She only joined Terminal Z yesterday, right? The events of yesterday played on repeat in her head. She walked in on Kayin and Aubrea fucking in the living room. Then she met the leader of the dorm… Seleste. And then she got her ID card.
And then Libby hypnotized her, and Chaya got a bit too into it.
Chaya slowly sat up, grabbing her glasses off the nightstand and looking at Libby. “What are you talking about–”
Chaya interrupted herself when she noticed Libby was wearing a completely different outfit. Her orange crop top and red short shorts had been swapped out for something like a skater dress made of black and green leather and latex, with long leggings underneath. And most notably, her long ponytail of fire was done into a messy bun.
Because that made sense.
As Chaya made out who she was looking at, she also noticed Libby held a similar outfit. The outfit she held, though, was a tank top and leggings. “Come on, get dressed! Here’s your uniform!”
“O-okay.” Chaya said, grabbing the outfit.
Then she paused.
“Do you want to like, um, leave for a bit, or…”
Libby chuckled. “Babe, I saw you orgasm from a simple hypnotic trance last night. I’m perfectly fine seeing you naked if you’re fine having me here.”
Chaya flushed an even deeper shade of red. “Okay. Fair point.”
        Chaya slid off her outfit piece by piece. Starting with her overcoat vest, followed by her button up, and then... her tank top fell off as well. She unbuttoned her pants and slid them off, showing her lanky, bony thighs. Undressed down to her lingerie, Chaya hesitated before going any further. Her face was red as a tomato. She could count on one hand the times she had undressed in front of someone else.
"I can leave if you want to," Libby reassured.
"It's... okay. I'm fine." Chaya was lying, and both of them knew it, but she wanted to push herself. That was what she was here for. Pushing herself. Chaya wasn't going to get anywhere by retreating back into her shell.
"Um, the uniform..."
"Right! Here you go." Libby handed it to her.
"Thank you," Chaya said. She looked at it from a million different angles. It looked like it would stretch large enough - after all, Chaya was only a Small ("Do Earth sizes even matter here?") She fitted it over her lingerie, sliding it down, and adjusting it to her body. It fit comfortably, almost like a sock, allowing for plenty of movement. She assumed that was the point.
The leather and latex looked good on her, too. At least, she thought so, based on the way Libby was looking at her.
"Wow," Libby whistled. "You look even better in that than I thought."
"Thank you?" Chaya nervously looked away. "So, um, the mission... I don't actually know how, um, missions work. Is-" she froze at the thought she vocalized. "Is it going to be... dangerous? Am I going to die?"
Libby smiled, patting Chaya on the back. "No, silly. Seleste wouldn't start you out with that. Heck, even I don't take on missions like that too much," she reassured. "We're just pulling weeds out, essentially. No danger at all, unless you intend to cut yourself on a blade of distortionized grass."
"Okay." Chaya exhaled in relief. "So, um, what do you mean by... distortionized? Valarie - I think - said they were... monsters. Right?" Chaya tried her hardest to visualize what a monster made out of dandelions and clovers might look like.
"Well, some are. It's a bit hard to explain... you've probably heard that a lot by now, huh?"
"Yeah, a few times."
"So yeah. It'll make more sense when you see it. C'mon, let's not keep Kayin waiting!"
Chaya hadn't realized Kayin was joining them - she still hadn't gotten the most fantastic first impression of him (or second impression - Chaya winced at the thought of the massive scar he showed her). Soon after she processed the thought, she realized it didn't matter; she probably wouldn't have had a choice in the matter.
And besides, Seleste wanted her to get along with everyone. Chaya felt confident - a little - that she could check off Libby. Maybe Kayin would be the next.
They went into the main area of the dormitory - sure enough, Kayin stood there as well, the same uniform on him as well. It was fitted for him, specifically his merfolk's tail, and he greeted Chaya with his hands to his sides.
"Well hello, new girl," he winked. "Are you ready for the most dangerous, insane mission--"
"Kayin," Libby inhaled sharply.
"Fine, fine, all we're doing is gardening," he sighed. "Screw my jokes though, I guess."
"You can have your jokes when you have one - I beg of you, one joke - that doesn't scare the new girl," Libby snapped.
"Excuse you! My jokes are stellar! I am the king of comedy around here! You should ask anyone in sight."
Chaya looked left and right between them. It looked like a fight, though she didn't think a normal fight would entail playful punches to the other's arm or wide smirks. Hell, Kayin's hand grazed Libby's ass briefly, clear that it wasn't particularly non-consensual.
"Alright, enough fooling around," Libby released herself. "Let's get going."
"YEAH! Gardening! Aight, I'm taking us there." Before Chaya could ask any questions - internally or verbally - Kayin held his hand out, and a portal formed. Kind of like the ones she'd see Valarie use, but this one seemed... less stable. 
The lines around it wobbled, and Chaya couldn't see as clearly into the world. Valarie must have had more experience in that regard. Then again, she couldn’t judge Kayin when she didn’t even know how to make a fucking interdimensional portal.
Libby rolled her eyes. "You really gotta work on your portals, man."
"I can close it and take you all to a world where they only play Never Gonna Give You Up instead," he offered. 
"We're good. Let's go, Chaya."
Libby tenderly grabbed Chaya's hand. Chaya nodded shortly. "Alright. Let's... go."
Libby went in first, holding Chaya's hand as Chaya stepped in next. Her eyes were closed shut, bracing herself for the worst. Kayin went in last, and the portal closed behind them.
~~
Chaya wasn't quite sure where she expected to find herself, but it sure wasn't 50 feet above ground. Before that thought sank in, they began to fall.
Just about when she screamed, Chaya realized she was falling slower than she might have expected. About half as fast as she would have on Earth. Regardless, that didn't mean it didn't hurt when the three of them landed.
"We're alive!" Kayin pumped his fist into the air.
"Yeah, I'm going to make the portal back," Libby exhaled.
"No, I'll make a portal back home so I can ASS-assinate you."
"Maybe later. Alright, let's find those weeds."
They began to walk, Chaya trailing shortly behind them. Her eyes weren't as gazed at the ground as they should have been. Instead, her pupils were plastered on Libby. Gosh, she was so hot. Her ass was so round and firm. Lewd, horny thoughts ran in Chaya's head, ones counterproductive to the mission on hand.
Suddenly, Libby turned to Kayin. "Ya think the new girl is looking at something?" she giggled.
Chaya realized what she was doing, and looked away immediately.
"Mm... I think she's looking away from the word of the lord," Kayin mused.
Chaya flushed red. "I-I'm sorry!" she pleaded. "I-it won't happen again!"
"Awe," Libby pouted. "You mean you're not gonna look at my ass anymore? That's sad."
Chaya was about to give another flustered remark, before Kayin interjected. He looked to his left, squinting his eyes. Kayin waved his hand, some kind of magnifying screen appearing in front of him. Chaya couldn't help but be curious... She went around him and looked at the screen.
At a cursory glance, the area was just a normal patch of grass. The grass was a teal-green in this world, though otherwise it didn't look too much different. On a closer look, though, Chaya could see something was off. Dimly, the grass was being surrounded by a dark purple hue. Particles of dust-like material emanated from it. It seemed to be isolated to some puddle-like shape.
"Yep, that's the area alright. Let's get rid of these weeds."
"So... we just mow the lawn?" Chaya asked.
"Eh, not really, that might get us noticed." Kayin waved away the screen. He knelt down, going up against the grass. "See this one? This one's got a bit more purple around it. This particular blade is corrupting the others. Happens when a distortion gets out of where it belongs."
Chaya tapped her fingers together. "Okay, so... how do we remove it?"
"Easy peasy. You pull it out. Just gotta make sure you don't grab any others." As if to prove the process, Kayin pulled out the blade of grass. He crushed it in his hand, and when he opened it, it disappeared into thin air. "You might not be able to see it just looking with your eyes, but a bit of the energy has gone away."
Libby kneeled down to the patch as well, grazing her hand through them. Chaya was still shocked to see Libby wasn't lighting them on fire. "Found another!" She quickly, but delicately, ripped out another blade. The blade of distortionized grass was crushed, and disappeared into thin air.
"Okay..." Chaya started. "So... what is the point of this again?"
"Oh. Things get kinda fucky if we leave this kind of thing alone."
Kayin tapped a finger to his chin and pondered. "Let's see here..." and then he pointed. "See that dude? Guy with the hat?"
Chaya turned around in the direction Kayin pointed. Yes, there was a guy with a hat. Seemed like a human, at least to Chaya's eyes. He was talking on the phone, and seemed to be in a kind of hurry.
And then something weird happened. The guy disappeared. "Wh--" Before Chaya could figure out where he went, he reappeared a few inches back. His head seemed a little... off, too. Like his face had become some weird cubism painting.
"Yeah, so, that happens if we leave it alone," Libby explained. "Alright, new girl, get down here, we'll show you how it's done."
Chaya nodded. She got down on the ground next to Libby. The grass in the area felt a bit rougher than the grass she knew, but it wasn't painful to kneel on or anything like that. "So... how do I know which ones to pull?"
Libby smiled. "You can feel for them, or look. See, for us Terminal Z members, it's a bit easier to tell. Kind of like a sixth sense or something."
Chaya nodded hesitantly. "So I just... feel around?"
"Sure do! Give it a try!"
        In the background, Kayin had already gotten a few more. With every weed he destroyed, he'd shout some kind of odd saying or meme in the background. ("Yeah! Get dunked on!", "Begone, thot!", "This distortion empty, yeet!") Chaya ignored him, and began tenderly feeling around the grass. She closed her eyes to concentrate on the feelings grazing her hands. There was a bit of dampness, and the edges felt rough around her skin. Chaya tried her hardest to make out any abnormalities. But it all just felt the same.
She sucked at this.
"Hey," Libby jolted Chaya out of her trance gently. "Don't worry. You'll get it."
Chaya looked away, a soft smile creeping up her face. "Thank you," she whispered. Her hand kept feeling around the area. 'Maybe if I press down a bit harder...' She pushed her hand in - not nearly with enough force to crush the grass, but enough to get a better feel. It felt like hours before she could feel anything else.
And then she did. Sure enough, one area felt different in a way. Chaya couldn't quite describe it, but it seemed like there was some kind of energy around it. She opened her eyes, and gazed to the ground. She could see the purple particles emanating all around.
That entire patch surrounding one specific blade. Chaya's eyes locked on it. "I-I think I found one!"
Libby and Kayin turned around, and looked where Chaya pointed. "Ah yeah, that'll do it," Kayin said. "Now you just pull out that one blade. Aight?"
"Okay..." Chaya reached her fingers in, getting close to the root of that particular blade. She slid her fingers down so as not to get caught up with another one. She reached the ground, and pulled.
The entire blade came out. The purple energy around it grew stronger, more pronounced, as she held it in her hand. "There you go!" Libby exclaimed. "Now, all you gotta do is crush it in your hand."
"T-that's it?" Chaya asked.
"That's it!"
That sounded too good to be true... but Chaya trusted Libby. She held the piece in one hand, closed her eyes shut, and clasped her hand together into a fist. Chaya's heart raced. She opened her hand, hoping she did at least that right.
And she did. The blade of grass was gone, the purple energy rising and disappearing. "Wow," Chaya blinked. "I had no idea I could do that."
"Well, you're kinda special now," Kayin said. "You know, powers, that kind of thing. You got the idea now?"
Chaya nodded. She looked to Libby, who only smiled and gave her a thumbs up. Maybe she was good at this, after all. She turned her attention back to the patch of grass. It was hard to understand why no pedestrian was paying attention to them, but Chaya assumed there was some kind of invisibility shield around them. Or something. She didn't know.
The three tended to the area in relative silence, save for Kayin's obnoxious shouting, or Libby's snarky comments. Eventually, after Chaya destroyed one last blade, Kayin stood up. "Well, that'll be it for that."
"We're done?" Chaya looked around herself. Sure enough, it turned back to normal grass. Normal-ish, at least. "Oh... I guess we are."
"Yep! Your first mission, complete!" Libby clasped a hand over Chaya's shoulder. "We can go back and report. We still have a bit of time, though, so we might as well explore a bit."
Kayin's face twisted into a smile. "Or we could have an orgy here now that it's clear."
"Shut up," Libby replied.
"Hey, maybe we can show Chaya the clown girl I hypnotized you to do!"
"Don't make me light you on fire."
Kayin turned to Chaya. "You wanna see? Libby can turn into a clown girl. She gave me free reign over her mind for one day, and I did what any rational person would do."
"Uh..." Chaya looked back to Libby. Libby didn't seem opposed to the idea, at least not seriously so. Libby replied, though, with something that nearly made Chaya explode.
"Or I could melt Chaya in front of you," she smirked. "You should have seen the look on her face last night."
Before Chaya could protest the idea, or how Libby even thought to bring it up, Kayin interjected. His voice was filled with shock and awe. "Yo, what?! Did we find another hypnokinkster?!" He just started cackling, like it was the most hilarious thing he'd heard in decades. "We fucking rock. Maybe that's what's special about our dorm - we only attract people turned on by mind control."
Chaya shook her head. "Y-you got it all wrong! I... I just..." Nope. She didn't really have a good excuse.
And whatever excuse she had melted away as Libby wrapped her arms around Chaya's waist.
Chaya already felt herself melting in Libby's increasingly warm hands. She wanted to protest. Deeply so. "W-what are you doing?" Chaya asked in a trancey, sleepy tone. Once again, the feeling from last night came back. It started wracking through her body, starting with her clit and the rest of her waist.
"Proving a point to Kayin, duh," Libby teased. "Unless you want me to let you go?"
"Uhhh..." Chaya looked around. Sure enough, no one was looking at them even now. "I-I... n-no?"
Libby smirked. Her hands started grazing up and down Chaya's body, showing off to Kayin the cute little sounds she'd make. The way her eyes began to flutter, and the way her mind began to visibly drift away. She was so cozy... melting into a puddle slowly... "You don't need to be awake right now, Chaya. You can just keep your eyes a tad open as you watch me pull you back down under."
Chaya nodded. She tried to keep her eyes open, but deep down, she was falling into a trance. It took all her effort just to keep her eyelids marginally up. "Focusing on my words... my voice... the way you feel, the way you're breathing..." The harder Chaya focused, the hornier she became. And the hornier she became, the harder she focused. Her breathing had turned from shallow, slow inhales to sharp, repetitive exhales.
She knew Kayin was staring at her, distantly. But she hardly noticed until he spoke up. "Oh, wow. You found a huge hypnoslut. I think this may be more entertaining than your circus trigger." He walked up to Libby, Chaya slowly getting crushed between the two of them. Chaya could feel Kayin's presence.
His body was cold. It was a sharp contrast to Libby's warm, borderline burning body. Chaya's mind couldn't completely process being in between a hot fire elemental and a icy merfolk, but the whiplash sent her brain into a confusion. Her panting grew heavier, and Kayin wasn't even doing anything.
"Ohhh, so she's into temperature play, then." Kayin figured it out, somehow. "Would you like me to do more, cutie?"
Chaya's words responded for her. "Yes..." That one word was droned out and in a light whisper, but it was enough to move Kayin forward. Libby's hands drifted down to Chaya's waist, paying special attention to her inner thighs and crotch. Kayin reached his hands around Libby's shoulders, holding her upper body in place. His hands were cool, and Chaya could increasingly feel ice encasing her upper body. She couldn't quite understand the temperature shift between two parts of her body, especially when all it took to pull her into trance were some warm hands.
It took Chaya's mind a minute to process that slowly, ice covered her upper body. As Kayin's hands moved around, Chaya's upper body became coated in a thick sheet of ice. Soon enough, she couldn't move her upper body. Kayin left her face alone. After all, he must have loved hearing her pant and moan.
Like a needy hypnoslut.
Kayin, noticeably, left Chaya's tits untouched for a while. Not for much longer, though. "You look real sensitive," he mused. "It'll probably make you go ham if I were to do this to your boobs, too."
Chaya whimpered. She didn't understand what Kayin was saying, but she knew it sounded hot. Kayin smirked over her, and moved his hands over her breasts. He grabbed onto them firmly.
She felt nothing but ice. Her body was growing numb. And the pain of the freezing cold made her feel even hotter. Kayin fondled her tits, slowly covering them in sleet as well.
"Aww, the poor thing," Libby mocked. "She can't even move. I don't think she could even if she wasn't being covered in a blanket of ice."
"Hey, it's hotter this way. Somehow." Kayin winked.
There was almost no gradient in between the cold of her upper body and the heat in her lower body. Her legs squirmed and shivered, trying to process Libby's expertful hands pleasuring the new girl through her uniform. Chaya's face was completely flushed red. Her legs felt like jelly, powerless against Libby's prying touches.
Kayin put his hands to Libby's cheeks. He held her moaning face in place by the chin. "I wonder what else we can do to her," he spoke. "I mean, making her cum just by putting her into a gentle trance is hot. But what else can we do?"
"I dunno," Libby smirked. "What would you like to be done, Chaya?"
Chaya could only reply in wordless moans and quiet whimpers.
"We should give her a TF trigger," Kayin suggested. "Maybe we can make her a piece of furniture."
"That's boring," Libby replied. "I much rather prefer post-hypnotic triggers. You know, being able to make her dumb and mindless at the command of a simple word. Oooh, maybe we can give her a sliding scale for how horny she is."
"Or how obedient."
Both ideas sounded equally hot to Chaya. She couldn't process how much she wanted it.
"There's so many fun things we can do. I mean, hypnosis isn't just about making people cluck like a chicken. Why make you do that when I can make you feel like you're getting railed and deepthroated out of nowhere?" Libby chuckled, coaxed by how turned on that idea clearly made Chaya.
Kayin put his hands over Chaya's, holding them tenderly. "So many possibilities. I wonder what we should do first. You think she's into drones?"
"I can see it," Libby said. "She's so obedient. Maybe it'd be a good way to brainwash all of those hesitations and anxieties she has out of her."
All of those ideas being bombarded on Chaya at once - and the way she could physically feel the suggestions as they spoke - made her only squirm and shudder harder. A strand of drool made its way down Chaya's chin, onto Kayin's hand. Kayin took that as a hint to hook his thumb into Chaya's lips.
"So many ideas, and so much time to explore," Libby whispered into Chaya's ear. "You haven't even heard the tip of the iceberg. We can do whatever you want, with hypnosis."
She leaned in further.
"Whatever we want, too."
Chaya couldn’t take much more. She was going to explode. She was going to–
And just as Chaya was getting further and further into the scene, all of their ID cards vibrated.
"H...uh?" Chaya attempted to ask a question sleepily. "What's going ooooon?"
Libby whispered quickly into Chaya's ear, "one, two, three, four, five, up." Chaya jolted awake, out of her trance, heavily confused by the sudden end of their fun times. The temperatures around her quickly returned to homeostasis as she processed what just happened. She was disappointed, in a way, but moreover, she felt totaled. Similar to the way she felt when Libby first awoke her from trance.
Kayin pressed something on his card. "Hey, boss," he said casually. "We're done with gardening."
"Good," Seleste said, her voice firm and serious. The casual look on Kayin's face disappeared into a look of mild shock. Chaya's heart dropped - something was wrong, and she had no idea what. Did she fuck up, again? "Because I need you all back here now."
"Huh." Kayin blinked. "Urgent?"
"Extremely."

~~~

        Kayin and Chaya walked back through the portal, with Libby following shortly after. The merfolk and fire elemental looked at each other with concerned looks on their faces. Chaya's face, on the other hand, was confused as all heck -- she began to think that was going to be her face from now on.
From the sound of Seleste's tone, it must have been serious. Chaya could guess that much.
As soon as they arrived back in the living room, they saw the other two members of the dorm -- Aubrea and Seleste. They were both leaned over a table, defeated looks on their faces.
Before saying anything, Chaya next noticed an unfamiliar person. The person standing at the head of the table was donned in what Chaya could best describe as a 'casual suit'. Her skin was light brown, and her long black hair was accentuated with bright red bangs to her cheeks.
And she looked pissed.
Chaya gulped.
Kayin was the first to speak up. "Huh? What are you doing here?"
Libby and Chaya looked at each other. Chaya wanted to whisper 'what the heck is going on, who is that person?' but she figured now wasn't the best time. To say she felt as if she were standing on eggshells in lava was an understatement.
"Ah, you're back," Seleste noticed with pursed lips. "Chaya, this is Isabel. One of the leaders of Terminal Z." Chaya's memory turned its gears -- Isabel... that was the name of Valarie's girlfriend, wasn't it? One of the leaders of Terminal Z? She didn't get a chance to respond as Seleste continued. "Isabel, this is Chaya, our newest--"
"Yeah, your newest recruit. And the reason we're all in this situation." Isabel's tone was cold, harsh, and impatient. Her brown eyes dug fiery daggers into Chaya's. Chaya wanted nothing more than to shrink into a hole.
Chaya forced a smile. "Nice to... meet you."
"I wish I could say the same." Another withering statement, another hellish blow to Chaya's self-confidence. "So. Valarie's the one who got you, wasn't she?"
"Yeah, she was--"
"And she told you, didn't she? To keep your goodbyes to a minimum before you came here?" With every question, her voice grew more indigent, more frustrated. "She did tell you that. Didn't she?"
Chaya wracked her head trying to think. She did. And Chaya did -- she only said goodbye to one person. In the most dramatic, boasting, 'fuck you' speech she gave Beverly.
Oh no. She realized what the problem was.
Isabel put her fingers to her temples, and sighed heftily. "So there's a reason she told you that. A reason she -- you -- I'm -- going to beg her to please say more whenever this happens again." Isabel held her hand up, and a screen appeared out of thin air. As if it were a crystal ball, it showed some scene they all looked into.
Beverly at the center of it. Her eyes were red and furrowed, with a wicked grin on her face -- even more evil than Chaya remembered. In front of her were her employees, kneeling down at her beck and call. As if they were worshiping a queen. One of the employees walked across. Jared, Chaya vaguely remembered. His expression was blank, faceless, not thinking for itself.
And surrounding Beverly was some kind of dark energy. Like a fog. She was saying something -- it looked like she was giving orders. And suddenly, everyone on the ground froze and stood up. It looked as if they were being short-circuited.
As if they were being brainwashed.
"So you see," Isabel waved the screen away, "when you came to Beverly to tell her off for a minute of satisfaction, after coming here, you dragged in the gene M.S.R.Y."
Kayin and Libby's eyes widened to the size of melons. "Wh-what!?" Libby exclaimed. "You're not serious, are you?"
"Do I look like the kind of person who tells jokes?" Isabel spat.
"I mean..." Kayin leaned his head against his shoulders. "I remember one time we got really high and you talked about Valarie and got really-"
"Shut. Up. Now." The words in Kayin's throat died, though he seemed intent on telling Libby and Chaya the whole story. "It just had to be Misery. It could have been literally any other Distortion and we would have been fine...ish. But you just had to drag the most powerful one to an already evil person. Thus, she's gained immense power, and we're all going to be in serious hell if she isn't de-corrupted."
"...Okay." Chaya didn't understand most of the words that came out of Isabel's mouth. "Why did this... gene... follow me?"
Isabel shrugged. "Hell if I know. I'm going to look into that. But for now? This is your problem."
"But I didn't--" Chaya sighed. She realized she didn't have an excellent defense. Her only two defenses came down to 'I didn't know' and 'but I really wanted to tell her off'. And from the few minutes she'd known Isabel, she got the feeling neither of those would be well taken. Gosh, I wonder what Valarie sees in her. They couldn’t be more different.
Chaya looked towards Seleste. "Seleste... how bad is... Misery?"
"About as bad as the name implies. Worse, in fact." Seleste stood up and walked around. "He emerged centuries ago. And was defeated by the founding member of Terminal Z. About five years ago, he came back... much in the same way he did this time. And-"
"I sealed him back up where he belonged," Isabel interrupted. "And I did a damn good job."
You probably didn't do that good of a job.
"So now Misery is back out, and this... Beverly, woman, who I hate even more after looking into her, is working with him. Brainwashing people, and growing obsessed with multiversal domination. I don't have to explain to you that that's... bad." Isabel crossed her arms. "Were she not a terrible piece of shit from the start, we'd be okay. But this? Is a damn perfect storm."
Chaya looked away, making a futile attempt to hide the tears in the corners of her eyes. Before she could say anything, or before Isabel could lash out at her even more, Seleste piped up with a sigh.
"That's enough, Isabel." Isabel's head whipped to Seleste, her expression softening just a bit. "This is a precarious situation... but we're not going to accomplish anything by shouting at someone who's been here for two days. Especially since Chaya had no way of knowing."
Isabel furrowed her eyebrows, and looked away. Chaya tried her damndest to figure out the dynamic between the two. At least someone here was defending her. At least Seleste was on her side, even if Chaya fucked up big time.
"Let's focus on solutions," Seleste continued. "First, what did you do to seal Misery up in the first place?"
Isabel's eyes gazed up, as she tried to remember. "I used the Five Flowers of Unity. I scoured the multiverse far and wide--"
"You and Valarie!" Kayin shouted.
Isabel rolled her eyes. "Yes, me and Valarie, and we--"
"And then you found them and you and Valarie realized you loved each other and made out in front of everyone."
“We didn’t make out!” Isabel blushed furiously, gritting her teeth. She looked ready to draw the sword on her back and end someone's time there.
"And Yuuta was there, too," Aubrea interjected. "You can't forget Yuuta."
Isabel paused, trying to let her frustration dissipate. She was not going to take much more shit. "Alright, if no one else has any more smart comments..."
"I had some others, but you go ahead," Kayin said.
Isabel ignored him. Which was just about what he deserved at that point. "Eventually, we found them. Luck was on our side that time -- Misery had corrupted a sweet person. Someone who has done actual good in her life. My dorm - we used the Five Flowers to de-corrupt her, and sealed him at the core of the largest sun. Then, we scattered the Flowers across the multiverse -- making it even harder to get them."
"Why?" Libby asked.
"So no one else could use these dangerous tools, duh!" Isabel rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Luckily, I made notes of where they are. So you all can go get them."
Seleste looked back and forth to everyone at the Dorm -- specifically to Chaya. "Okay. Thank you, Isabel. Where are they located?"
"Bunch of places," Isabel shrugged. "I'll get you all a map, or something."
Chaya sighed in relief. "Oh, thank goodness, there's a way to fix my dumb mistakes."
"Yeah," Isabel nodded. "You just might get fucked up getting them. Y'know, getting corrupted yourself, getting sent to the Itch Dimension, losing a limb, that kind of stuff."
Okay. Chaya wasn't relieved anymore. Her face paled.
"I'll say this to you all, and you especially," she said to Chaya, "only because Valarie likes you."
The last thing Isabel said before she waved her hand and teleported away was, "Don't die."