A red haired student was carrying a bag of cookies she had just baked as she walks down the hall. But this was no normal student. Wraith had taken control of her body while she made these cookies and had drugged them. Now he was searching for someone to use this body on. He looks at the other students through the eyes of the red head trying to decide who the victim would be.

It had been a couple of days since she remembered waking up in her room that night. As she had suspected, she did remember and the thoughts had shamed her. She had kept away from her mistress as best she could. She hadn't want to believe that there was such a . . . slutty submissive side in her. One that didn't need to resist, but submit, to anything that had that aura of dominance. Narrisa had to keep herself cool for the last couple of days just to keep herself in check and, mfor the most part, it was working. That wasn't talking about the amount of lust she had been having.

She had returned to her day to day fairly easily without any major difference except every once in a while looking at a few students, sometimes fantasizing if they were as strong as Kanoe, dark and beautiful authoraitive. Even once she had to catch herself from staring at the teacher's and prefects for too long, but fortunately she hadn't been caught out on it. Not yet, at least. Today was Saturday. A day all too herself and no classes to attend. Narrisa planned on visiting the postal office to get that new toy she had ordered. There was a sexual frustration that needed to be tended to, as she walked from the dorms to the main campus part.

Wraith soon spots a familiar face and grins before approaching Narrisa. Outwardly, the girl looked like any other student, so there was nothing to arouse suspicion. "Hi, I'm Elisia. Would you mind trying these cookies? I just made them and I'd like to know what you think." She opens the bag for Narrisa and holds it out offering the desserts.

Narrisa stops at the sound of the girl. She's seen her before, but the name she is only now hearing. "Oh, hi Elisia. Don't you go to that classroom right next door? Cullinary?" She smiles in greeting, looking down at the desserts. Narrisa picks one up, giving it a discreet sniff. Nodding to the other woman, she takes a small nibble of it, letting the taste dance on her tongue.

"Mm . . . This is good, is this for a class assignment? You shouldn't have it in a baggy, you should have it on a decorative plate. Half the grade is presentation, right?" At least, that's what she's heard of that one teacher. She takes another bite, loving how juicy it was and soft and fluffy, with just enough chewiness to draw out the flavor more.

"Oh well these weren't for the class. This was more of a personal dish I made for the fun of it. I'm glad you like them though." Elisia says smiling. 'Heheh, the drug should take affect on her any minute now. She won't pass out, but she will feel light headed and unable to offer any real resistance.' Wraith says to himself within the girl's mind. Normally, he usually took girls some place private then overpowered them and raped them. This time he was trying something different.

Narrisa continued to chew without thought, nodding to the other girl's reasoning. It was so delious, but . . . Seemed to have a weird taste. Not altogether bad, but something that didn't all agree to it.

"So . . .What exactly did you put it in it, Ellsia, I'm tasting something . . .unique, in it," she said, picking her words carefully as she finished it off. Even after she made the last swallow, her tongue swiped the front of her lip, hoping to catch any crumbs that might have strayed, leaving her bottom lip moist and glistened.

"Personal? Well that's cool, good to know we can cook for ourselves when the time comes, right?" she said with a small chuckle, suddenly needing to take a deep breath.

"That must be the special ingredient I added to them..." She says as she starts to lead Narrisa down the hall. Once they were out of earshot of everyone else, she continues on. "Yes, it's affects are similar to laughing gas. Your body will feel weak and leave you helpless." Narrisa would've now known this was a trap, but by now it was too late. Elisia continues leading her further away then into an empty room. "Now you're mine to do with as I please..." This time the voice sounded very different, like there were two voices. One was Elisia's, and the other sounded very familiar.

As they walked forward, Narrisa only half realized that Elisia was following her alongside to the post office. But it was the explanation she realized she wasn't pay attention to as much. "Laughing . . . gas?" she frowned, turning to the girl as she walked. Her body started feeling . . . Light, absent as the other student lead her, assisting her body in control where Narrisa was starting to grow laxed.

She couldn't see that where Elisia was leading was, indeed, into the post office area of the campus, but further away, to a more empty part of the building as Narrisa had to lean more on her to keep from falling, finding her mind getting more of a disconnect wither body. "Pleased?" she thought warily, unable to place why her ears were acting so werid.

She smiles and moves Narrisa to a desk and then begins to remove her clothes. "Don't you remember me? I was in your dreams just a couple of nights ago. I made you realize that deep down, you're really just a little pain slut who wants to be a slave." She then steps back once she had Narrisa naked, admiring her body and getting a wicked grin on her face. There was no need to restrain or threaten her now.

"Wh-what? I'm not a pain . . . . Wraith?!" Her eyes widened, as much as she wanted, letting the student disrobe her. But no, she was being made to be naked. Her body felt so weird, limp. She tried to make a fist. Her fingers laid complacent on the table. She had trouble lifting her head up to meet the woman in the eyes. "Elisia, whats . . what's wrong with you?" she asked, trying to stare at the student, her breath getting deeper and deeper.

Each article of clothing, made her withdraw more into herself, her shoes, those constraining socks, brought relief when they were pulled. Her skirt was soon to be next as it slipped from under her with ease by the other student. She gasped when the student gave her a mock hug, only reaching around to remove that pesky bra on her. Her breast swayed freely from their constraints. Her panties were next and last to go, Narrisa only offering up a small whimper as that too was taken from her.

She could feel the hungry eyes on her, making her pulling her arms in front of her, closing her legs loosely. "No . . . Stop," she gave weakly, tiredly. Those brownies. Those damn brownies. She could feel her consciousness slipping away from her as she slumped on the desk.

"Oh Elisia is okay. I've simply taken over her body and suppress her consciousness. This is the only way I can play with you or anyone else in the real world since I don't have a body of my own." Wraith explains through Elisia. He then reaches down cupping one of Narrisa's breasts with the girl's hand while the other trails down her body and opens her legs so he could tease her cunt.

She was ok. Elisia was fine . . . Why did that put her at ease when this woman was still being controlled? Narrisa continued to blink in and out, only half understanding Wraith's explanation. The first hiss she heard was from herself, the other woman's hand groping her breast as she gave a small moan. "No . . .leave her . . .alone," Narrisa moaned, feeling her legs brushed to the side as her opening to her most dainty parts was cupped.

"OOh . . oh my god," she whimpered, squirming under the touch. It was the first touch she had since that dream, remarkebly untouched by any monster in that short frame of time since. She had yet to even get to the toy to unravel her lust free, to clear her head. To free her. But now it seems it was being taken out of her hands and into another. The hand travelling down her body felt smooth and sweet, something her mind was surprised to find it could register as mottled as it was.

"Now why would I leave this girl alone when I need her body to play with you? Besides, I know you want to be dominated in real life, and without a body, I can only do that to you in your dreams." Wraith said rubbing and squeezing her breast more as the other hand moves over her pussy and pinches her clit. "Perhaps you'd prefer to submit to me, rather than that Kanoe girl..."

Narrisa let out a howl as her body relented to the touch. That once hidden sense of submission came out, doubled over. She muttered to herself, trying to shake her head. No, this side of her didn't exist, she wasn't giving in so easily, she couldn't do this! If she submitted so fast.

"Stop! Please," she mumbled, howling in pleasure at the touching, the groping as she leaned back on the desk, her body unable to fight with the dangerous brownies in her system. What would she do if Kanoe found out of this weakness?

Wraith grins through Elisia watching Narrisa moan and squirm helplessly. He runs the girl's fingertip between her pussy lips barely penetrating her to tease the little slut. "Submit to me. And we can do this in both the real world and your dreams. This is what you were always meant for. Don't deny who you truly are, Narrisa."